WARNING!: Dear Readers, near the end of this chapter you will find a link to a deleted scene. Both Trish and I felt it was important to write this scene, but in order to be compliant with the rules and regulations of Juicy Secrets in regards to heterosexual sex scenes, I chose to remove it from the chapter and hide it in a dark and dusty corner of our archives with the above-mentioned link as the only portal to it.
Rest assured though, that this chapter reads as well without the scene as it does with it, so do not feel obligated to read the deleted scene if you wish not to.
Amanda Lynn
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By Amanda Lynn
Soft moans drew Trish from her sleep. She opened one eye to take a look, though she already knew what she would see. The cousins were well into their early morning sex play, with Gabby on top grinding her hips into Kat. It was no secret that those two loved to start their day with some sexy fun.
Trish smiled and closed her eyes again. She knew sleep wouldn’t come but that was okay. The arm draped around her waist moved, the hand sliding up to cup her breast. Soft kisses on her neck soon followed.
She sighed contentedly. Monica’s body was snuggled up behind her. Soft breasts pushed against Trish’s back. She’d been exhausted when they’d finally gone to bed the night before, and they had slept like this until morning, with Monica the big spoon and Trish the little.
After her afternoon of mind-blowing sex with Keesha, Trish had met up with the gang just as they arrived at the dining hall. Monica and Gabby knew that she’d been with Kat for the hike, but naturally had no idea of her tumble into the mud hole. So, when Kat made a playful jab about Trish not looking like a mud monster anymore, it sparked many questions from the other two girls.
“You should have seen her,” Kat said with a snort. “She was covered in mud from head to toe. I don’t think there was a clean spot on her.”
Trish blushed and explained how she took the fall then returned to camp to shower and change.
After they had piled food on their plates and carried their trays to a table, Gabby said, “Wait, I thought the showers were out of order all day today?”
Trish looked up from her plate of pasta. Three pairs of eyes were peering at her questioningly. She smiled and tilted her head from one side to the other. “Maybe not all the showers…”
“And what does that mean?” Monica asked.
Trish grinned. “Ask me later when we’re alone in the cabin.”
The three friends exchanged puzzled glances then looked back at Trish. Gabby opened her mouth as if to protest but seemed to think better of it. They finally all nodded in silent agreement, then returned to their meals and a different conversation.
When the cabin door closed later that evening, Trish knew all eyes would be on her, expecting answers to the shower question. So she told them. She told them every detail of what had happened between her and Keesha. In the shower, and on the bed. And by the time she’d finished the story, each girl in her audience was trying hard not to show her heightened state of arousal.
“Well, holy crap!” Gabby said, “She fucked your ass? And you came?”
Trish nodded. A blush climbed up her neck, but she grinned brightly at each of them. Monica wore an astonished expression, but she flashed what Trish was sure was a genuine smile, which was a relief. Even though Monica had reassured her that she was okay with Trish exploring sex with others, Trish still felt a bit guilty when she chose to act upon it.
Gabby stood and peeled off her shirt. “I don’t know about you guys, but that little tale has got me all hot and horny. Anyone else wanna get naughty?” She swung the shirt around and gyrated her hips, pointing at each of her friends in turn as she did her best stripper act.
Kat called up a song on her phone for Gabby to perform to, and they all laughed and clapped, shouting catcalls as she stripped. It didn’t take much for the rest of them to get caught up in the moment, and soon, they were all stripping. As they danced around, it became more suggestive, more erotic. Soon, hands were roaming over bodies. Breasts were squeezed and nipples were pinched, asses grabbed, and pussies teased.
Trish had thought she’d had enough sex for one day, but… Well, almost enough. She pulled Monica into an embrace and kissed her with ardor.
“I want you,” was all she said as she pushed Monica down onto the bed. Trish crawled on top of her stepsister and made love to her. She didn’t care about her own release—she’d had plenty of that in the afternoon. She simply wanted to give pleasure, to show Monica just how much she meant to her. Trish gave her stepsister a couple of toe-curling orgasms, as had been her plan, but Monica wouldn’t let the favor go unreturned. After all the day’s sex, Trish was surprised at the intensity of her climax, coming just as hard as she had with Keesha. There was just something special about Monica that really got her going. Finally, beyond spent, Trish had settled into Monica’s arms and they had drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
Trish had to admit that Kat and Gabby had the right idea with their morning fun. She wasn’t sure if it was the finger that was teasing her clit or the muffled sounds of orgasm from across the room that triggered her own, but it sure was a nice way to wake up. She moaned softly into her pillow as a pleasant warmth washed over her. She lay there, eyes closed and content, not caring about anything else at that moment. That is until the banging of drawers drew her from her climax-induced torpor.
“Where in the fuck…”
Trish squinted through one eye in the direction of the curse. She was rewarded with a view of Kat’s naked ass. The girl was rummaging through her chest of drawers looking for… something. Trish had no idea what could be important enough to warrant all this agitation—not to mention the noise.
“What are you looking for?” Gabby asked as she stretched, then yawned.
“My favorite panties! You know. The pink ones with the swirly pattern,” Kat whined while making a twisty motion in the air with her finger.
“Oh, yeah! I remember those. They’re cute,” Gabby said, pulling on her underwear. “Maybe there was a panty raid last night while we slept and we missed it.”
“Panty raid? Like what? Someone sneaks in and steals our panties?” Trish asked. She and Monica were out of bed now and gathering up their things for a quick trip to the shower before breakfast.
“Pretty much, yeah. But I kinda doubt that’s what happened here,” Monica said with a chuckle.
“Ah-ha!” Kat announced triumphantly, waving the pair of wayward panties in the air. “Found them!”
“I rest my case.” Monica grinned.
With Kat’s panties secured, the four friends made their way to the showers. After placing their belongings on benches, they stripped down, then picked the first four showerheads on the adjacent wall.
“I was thinking,” Kat said as she lathered up, “it’s the last full day of camp and Trish here hasn’t even been properly initiated yet.”
“Ya know, you’re right,” Gabby said as she dipped her head under the spray.
Trish glanced from Kat and Gabby on her right to Monica on her left, who was nodding and grinning mischievously, strangely enough. Initiated? What the hell did that mean? If she were Spider-Man, her Spidey senses would probably be tingling right now.
“Initiated?” Trish asked.
“I agree. There should be some sort of initiation,” Monica added, seemingly ignoring Trish and her question.
“What do ya think it should be?” Gabby asked.
“I’m not sure. Something daring, for sure,” Kat replied.
“Yeah, but not too hard,” Monica added.
“But do you think she’d even do it?” Gabby said.
“I don’t know. What do you think, Monica?” Kat asked.
“Not sure. Maybe?”
Trish’s head felt like it was on a swivel as she shifted her gaze from one friend to the next as they spoke. “Hey! I’m standing right here.”
They all looked her way. Kat tilted her head from one side to the other as if sizing her up, then turned off her shower and strolled over to the bench for her towel. “Do you think you could handle an initiation, Trish?” she asked as she casually dried herself.
“What sort of initiation?” Trish replied as she and the others also grabbed their towels to dry off.
“Nuh-uh.” Gabby wagged a finger. “Not until you agree to follow through with it.”
“That’s the way it works,” Monica said with a shrug when Trish gave her a questioning look.
“Doesn’t really seem fair,” Trish protested.
“So, will ya do it? Or are you going to chicken out?” Kat asked teasingly.
Trish frowned as she dressed. She could say no, but then they would think she was chicken, and she couldn’t have that. Besides, whatever initiation they dreamt up couldn’t be that bad. Could it?
“I don’t like it. But okay. I’ll do it,” Trish said reluctantly.
“Good!” Kat said, “This is what I was thinking.” She paused as she pulled on her top. “Gabby mentioned a panty raid earlier, so let’s send Trish on one.”
“Yeah, great idea!” Gabby said.
“You want me to take someone’s panties?” Trish asked. Technically, she would be stealing the panties, but the thrill at the thought of doing it and getting away overrode that detail.
“Not just anyone’s,” Kat said, grabbing her stuff and leading them all toward the door, “you need to get us a pair of panties from the Barbies.”
Trish’s step faltered. “What?” Whose they were shouldn’t make a difference. Panties were panties. But nabbing them from one of the Barbies seemed like it was extra risky for some reason.
“Yup, the Barbies,” Kat confirmed.
“Maybe doing it during lunch would be the best time. They’ll be busy eating, so less chance of getting caught,” Monica suggested
Trish nodded. Monica was probably right. She would wait until she saw the Barbies in the dining hall, then she could sneak out, go to their cabin, search the first set of drawers she came upon, grab the panties, and get out. Easy peasy. “Okay,” Trish agreed, “lunchtime it is.”
***
The morning zipped by and the closer the clock came to noon, the tighter the knots in Trish’s stomach became. She was excited, but also so nervous that the usually wonderful aroma of lunchtime in the dining hall made her nauseous.
Trish and her friends chose a table close to the door. Monica, Kat, and Gabby ate while Trish picked at her food. She glanced from the door to the table where the Barbies typically sat, wondering when the blondes would arrive. A hand touched hers and she glanced up. Monica gave her a squeeze and smiled.
“Relax, Trish. It’ll be fine,” Monica reassured her.
“I know. Just a little nervous, I guess.”
“If you don’t want to…”
“No. I do.” Trish gave Monica her best smile.
“Well, then it’s showtime,” Monica said, nodding toward the door as all four of the Barbies entered.
Trish eyed them and swallowed. “Okay, wish me luck,” she said as she stood.
“You got this,” Monica said.
“Good luck,” Gabby and Kat said in unison.
Once outside, Trish stopped for a second, took a deep breath, and looked around for any potential witnesses. She dashed across the compound to cabin 10, pausing at the door. One more glance around then she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Closing the door behind her, she let out a breath. The layout of the cabin was the same as hers, no surprise there. The tops of the dressers were cluttered with makeup and other beauty items, and several articles of clothing lay strewn about on the beds and floor. Not the neatest of girls. They were probably used to having a maid or someone like that to pick up after them. She began creeping forward on tiptoes, before realizing how ridiculous that was. Snorting at her own silliness, she hurried over to the first chest of drawers and pulled open the top one.
Bingo! This drawer contained several pairs of bikini briefs, along with boy shorts and socks. She snatched up a pair of bikini briefs and turned to go… then paused. She should hurry out, she knew that, but curiosity got the better of her. She had no idea whose panties she had just taken, and it didn’t really matter, but secretly, she wanted to get a pair of Alexis’ underwear. Something about that particular Barbie had sparked her interest. It could have been the smile during their brief encounter at the beach, or maybe it was just that she’d looked particularly sexy when Trish saw her naked with Veronica. Either way, she wanted Alexis’ panties. Maybe if she looked through all the dressers, she could figure out whose was whose.
Trish placed the underwear on top of the dresser and moved on. Her next searches revealed much the same contents. Generic girls’ underwear. When she reached the last chest of drawers, though, she just knew it belonged to Alexis. Mainly because there was a family photo of the girl with two adults, her parents most likely, in a gold frame on top of it. Also, “To Alexis. Love, Mom and Dad” was engraved at the bottom.
“Jackpot!” she whispered then pulled open the drawer and peered in. The collection of panties and socks were like that of the other girls in the cabin, though Alexis did seem to have a few sexier frilly pairs. She reached in to take the pink silky ones when her fingers encountered something hard hidden under the pile of underwear. Curious, she pushed the clothes aside and her eyes went wide at what she saw.
The mystery object was long and purple and shaped like a… penis. “Oh. My. God,” Trish whispered. She snatched up the pink panties and shoved them into her pocket, then pulled the item from the drawer. She held the dildo in both hands, studying it. Trish wrapped a hand around its girth and slowly stroked it up and down, feeling the bumps and ridges that closely mimicked that of an actual human penis. Would Kat’s brother feel like this? she wondered.
The sound of a throat being cleared behind her made Trish jump. Whirling around, she stared in wide-eyed disbelief at the owner of the panties peeking out of her pocket and the purple sex toy she’d hurriedly hid behind her back.
Alexis stood just inside the doorway, frowning, her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes were narrow slits that seemed to bore into Trish.
“What the fuck are you doing in my cabin!” Alexis looked Trish up and down, her gaze stopping on the bit of frilly pink material sticking from Trish’s pocket. “And is that my underwear?” She pointed at the panties.
“I… um… I…” Trish stammered. Her heart pounded in her chest and she suddenly felt ill.
Alexis closed the distance between them and snatched the underwear from Trish. “And what are you hiding behind your back?” she demanded.
Trish swallowed, hesitant to reveal the sex toy. But she’d been caught and there was no escaping it. Slowly, Trish brought her arm forward and held up the dildo while lowering her gaze to the floor. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” she mumbled.
“Oh my God! You little perv!” Alexis said, snatching the dildo from Trish’s hand.
Trish snapped her head up to meet the blonde’s eyes. “Me? It’s your dildo!” she challenged indignantly. Up close, she noticed just how pretty this Barbie was. Alexis’s blonde hair was pulled back in a cute ponytail and her big blue eyes shone despite her current mood. Or maybe because of it. As scary as she was, the girl looked hot when angry.
Alexis opened her mouth to retort but apparently couldn’t think of anything. “Fine,” she finally huffed, pushing past Trish to place the dildo and panties back in the drawer then closing it none too gently.
Trish stood rooted to her spot, unsure whether she should run or not. The panic and sick feeling in her stomach were fading away. When Alexis turned back to Trish, she didn’t appear to be as upset as she’d been a moment ago. Hopefully, that was a good sign.
“So,” Alexis said, “you said you didn’t mean to. You didn’t mean to what? Walk into my cabin and rummage through my drawers and shove my panties in your pocket?”
“No… yes… I mean…” Trish took a breath and released it. “My friends dared me to take a pair of panties from one of you guys. Said it was an initiation.” Trish explained, using air quotes on the last word. She wasn’t going to mention that she intentionally sought out Alexis’ undies. “I accidentally found the dildo. I was just looking at it ‘cause I’ve never seen one before when you walked in.”
Alexis pondered that for a moment and simply said, “I see.” She went to the bed and sat down. “Usually, initiations are done at the beginning of camp, ya know.”
“I guess,” Trish replied.
Alexis looked up at Trish and smiled at her. “Say, what’s your name?”
“Trish.”
“I’m Alexis, but you probably knew that, seeing how you were swiping my panties.”
“Yeah, and the picture kinda gave it away, too,” Trish said and pointed at the framed photo.
The pretty blonde laughed and nodded. “You’re in the cabin with that Kat girl, right?”
“Uh-huh,” she replied, feeling much more relaxed now.
“Is it true she’s doing her brother?” Alexis asked matter-of-factly.
Trish was taken aback. That was kind of a strange question to be asking, and one she didn’t feel comfortable answering. “Um, I wouldn’t know,” Trish replied even though she did know better. “I only met her at the beginning of camp.”
“Right.” Alexis didn’t speak again for several moments, seeming lost in thought. “Trish, you’re not going to tell anyone about the dildo, are you? Like any of the counselors or anything.”
Trish quirked an eyebrow. That was a strange thing to say considering the naughtiness Alexis and the other Barbies were up to with Veronica. “Sure, but—”
“Good. I mean, I’m sure most of us girls are having sex here at camp, but probably not with…” Alexis pointed toward the drawer with the dildo, “you know.”
“Gotcha.”
“Have you been getting any, Trish?” Alexis asked softly.
“Huh?” Trish replied, the question taking her by surprise. She felt the blush climb up her neck when Alexis placed two fingers in the shape of a V in front of her mouth and flicked her tongue up and down between them, the meaning crystal clear.
Trish smiled shyly and nodded. “Um, yeah, I guess,” she said, not sure why she even answered.
“You guess? I’d think you’d know if you were. But anyway, I’ll take that as a yes.” Alexis chuckled then went to her dresser drawer and took out the pink panties from earlier.
Trish watched in fascination as Alexis went back to where she had been sitting and pushed her shorts and underwear down. Her breath caught and her eyes went wide as she stared at Alexis’ slit. It was nearly bald except for a small square patch of blonde hair on her mons. What the hell was happening? Alexis freed the garments from her sneaker-clad feet and tossed them on the bed. Next, she slipped on the pink panties that Trish had intended to swipe earlier.
With the sexy undies in place, Alexis slinked over to Trish. “Can I tell you a little secret?”
“S-sure.” Trish’s heart rate had picked up again and she felt a familiar tingle between her legs.
“I think you’re really cute. As a matter of fact, I’ve kinda had the hots for you since camp started.”
Trish stared at Alexis, unblinking for several seconds before she finally found her voice. “Really?” she asked in total disbelief. She hadn’t harbored the slightest idea that Alexis even knew she was alive, and now she was completely baffled that the girl seemed to be interested in her. “Seriously?”
“Uh-huh.” Alexis gently took Trish by the arm and sat her down on the bed. “Here’s what I was thinking. I’ll give you my panties for your initiation, but… Wouldn’t it be more interesting if you gave your friends a pair of wet ones that had a naughty little story to go along with them?” Alexis grinned down at her and waggled her eyebrows.
“Um, okay,” Trish said as she sat eye level with the sexy blonde’s panty-covered sex. Was this going where she thought it was? Her pussy thought so if the dampness she felt was any indication.
Alexis took Trish’s hand and rubbed the palm over her sex. “See, I’m not wet yet,” she said, letting Trish’s hand go and getting to her knees. “But if you were to let me eat that pretty little cunt of yours, I’d get super wet. Whaddya say?”
The jolt that shot from her core at those words made Trish jerk. Did Alexis just say that? She wanted to lick Trish’s pussy. Holy crap! Should she let her? The idea sure was tempting, but Trish didn’t know Alexis at all. Then again, she hadn’t known Daisy very well either, or even Kat for that matter, before they’d had sex. Alexis was definitely hot and Trish probably wouldn’t get another chance like this. She was just about to agree, but before the words were even out of her mouth, she felt Alexis already pulling down her shorts—and her panties along with them!
Trish watched Alexis push her legs apart, her excitement growing by the second. The pretty blonde wasted no time before diving in. Trish gasped at the first swipe of Alexis’s tongue, then she let herself fall back on the bed as the next few flicks drew a long moan from her lips.
Alexis licked and sucked and licked some more. Her tongue swirled around, chased Trish’s clit, plunged into her opening. After several minutes of heavenly torment, a finger pushed deep inside Trish, making her hips buck in response.
Alexis then moved onto the bed beside Trish and kissed her. Their tongues danced together for a long moment while Alexis’s hand kept pushing Trish’s pleasure to greater heights.
“Finger me, too. Finish me off,” Alexis panted.
Trish moved into a better position, quickly finding Alexis’ panties, and shoving her hand inside. Alexis was wet now. So very wet. Finding the blonde’s clit, she began to rub.
“No,” Alexis moaned, “finger fuck me.”
Trish obeyed, slipping two fingers into Alexis’ sopping cunt and pumping them fast and deep. It was such a turn-on to make this girl, normally so composed and full of herself, cry out in ecstasy—which only added to Trish’s rapidly building climax. Soon, they were fucking each other in rhythm, matching stroke for stroke, both of them hot, sweaty, and breathing hard. Then, within moments, they were both carried away by an intense orgasm.
They collapsed, panting and boneless. It took a while before either had the strength to move. It was Alexis who was the first to rise. She stood and peeled off the now sufficiently soaked panties and held them out. She looked both silly and sexy, standing there in a tee-shirt, sneakers, and nothing else. “There, I think these will impress your friends.” Alexis’s grin was wide, and Trish couldn’t help but smile back.
Trish stood up as well and accepted the undies. “Thanks,” she said, “for these and… um, the orgasm.” She gave Alexis a quick kiss on the lips then found her shorts and pulled them on.
“My pleasure. It’s a pity we didn’t hook up earlier. I think you’d like my roomies. I’m sure they would’ve enjoyed you.” Alexis gave her a mischievous grin as she put her own clothes back on.
Trish wasn’t sure what to make of that statement. Picturing herself being part of the sex film with the Barbies and Veronica, she smiled at Alexis as she folded the pink panties and slipped them into her pocket. “Yeah, too bad. It could’ve been fun.”
They stood in awkward silence for a moment. “Well, I should get going,” Trish added. “My friends are probably wondering what happened to me.”
“Right. Sure. See ya at the bonfire tonight, then?” Alexis offered as Trish made her way to the door.
“Yeah, tonight.” Trish gave a quick wave then made her way outside, where she walked right into Brittany, Mercedes, and Tiffany. The other three Barbies stopped and stared at her with suspicious eyes, but Trish, still coming down off the orgasm-induced high, was in too good of a mood to be worried about what they thought. She smiled at them, gave another friendly wave then headed back to cabin 7.
Trish’s stomach growled as she entered the cabin. She was now regretting her earlier decision to skip lunch. Not surprisingly, Monica, Kat, and Gabby were waiting for her.
“Well, it’s about time,” Kat said, “we were starting to think you walked to the nearest Walmart to buy a pair of panties.”
Trish and the other girls laughed. True enough, she had been gone a lot longer than she should have been, but it had definitely been worth it. Moving to where the girls sat on the beds, Trish pulled the panties from her pocket and held them up for all to see. “Ta-da!” she said triumphantly.
Kat was the first to take them from her. Trish grinned as she watched her friend inspect Alexis’s panties, running a finger and thumb over the crotch material. She rubbed those fingers together and looked up at Trish, puzzled. “These are wet.” Kat held the pink panties to her face and took a sniff. She pulled them away, studied them some more, then smelled them again before handing them to Gabby, who repeated the process.
“They are wet!” Gabby confirmed, then gave them to Monica in turn for her inspection.
“And they smell like…” Monica took another sniff, “pussy.”
Trish’s grin grew even bigger as all three of her friends looked at her questioningly. Then she got distracted when she spied a plastic-wrapped sandwich on a nearby dresser. “Oh, is that for me?” she asked, abruptly changing the subject.
Monica grabbed the sandwich but held it out of arm’s reach. “Yes, but not before you explain about these,” she said, holding up the panties.
“What?” Trish said playfully. “You asked for panties and that’s what I got.”
“Unless whoever these belong to came in them moments before you put them in your pocket, they shouldn’t be this wet or smell this strong,” Gabby pointed out.
Trish shrugged. “That sounds about right. Now can I have the sandwich, please? I’m starving.”
“Okay,” Monica said, “but we want the details of what exactly happened.”
The three girls listened, mouths agape, as Trish explained around bites of sandwich the events that led to her getting Alexis’ freshly cum-soaked panties.
“I think we may have created a monster,” Monica said jokingly to Kat and Gabby afterward.
“Hey now,” Trish protested, tossing her crumpled sandwich wrapper at Monica.
They all laughed then headed outside to meet up with the other campers. There were some fun activities, camp clean-up, and a barbeque planned before the big bonfire that would end their last night at Camp Witchatic.
***
The main area of the camp was a hive of activity and laughter filled the air. Some girls were tossing softballs and frisbees around while others waited for the next batch of hotdogs and hamburgers to be ready. Two large barbeques had been set up outside the dining hall, and Veronica and the other counselors were preparing the food, the aroma of hots and hams wafting across the campground.
Keesha stood behind the table with condiments and greeted Trish with a warm smile when she approached. They exchanged a few words in hushed tones, the lifeguard hinting at the fun they’d had in her cabin the other day and subtly eluding to a possible encore. When Trish blushed, Keesha chuckled and gave her a playful wink before moving on to help the next girl in line.
A few minutes later, Trish popped the last of her hotdog into her mouth and wiped her face with a napkin. “These were awesome,” Trish said to Monica as she tossed her napkin into the trash.
“Yeah, they really were,” Monica agreed.
“Hi, Trish. Hi, Monica,” a familiar voice greeted them.
They turned as Daisy and another girl approached. Trish had seen this other girl around but didn’t know much about her other than the fact that she was one of Daisy’s cabinmates and her name was Julie. “Hi, guys,” Trish and Monica both replied.
“Julie, this is Trish and her step-sister, Monica. The ones I told you about,” Daisy said in way of introduction. Julie’s face lit up upon hearing that and gave them a bright smile.
“I’ve been teaching Julie about the camp nickname, if you know what I mean,” Daisy said in a whisper.
Trish chuckled. “That’s awesome. Welcome to the club, Julie.”
Julie immediately blushed bright red. “T-thanks.”
“Julie just told me that her family bought a new house only a couple of blocks from my place. They’ll be moving in at the end of the month, and Julie will be going to my school in the fall!” Daisy said excitedly.
“Even better!” Trish said. “You two will be able to have all sorts of naughty fun, then.”
Daisy and Julie giggled and seemed to vibrate with excitement. “Well, we’re gonna go get some hotdogs before they’re all gone,” Daisy said, then with a wave, they were gone.
Gabby and Kat jogged over and joined them. “You guys wanna toss the frisbee around for a bit?” Gabby asked, holding up the red plastic disk.
“Sure, let’s go,” Monica replied.
As they headed toward an open area suitable for their game, they passed Alexis and crew standing nearby. Trish gave a friendly wave, which Alexis returned as she headed toward them.
“Hey there,” Alexis said in greeting.
“Hi,” Trish replied. The other six girls exchanged inquisitive looks and small smiles but said nothing.
“These are your cabin mates?” Alexis asked.
“Uh-huh. This is Monica, Gabby, and Kat,” Trish pointed to each girl as she introduced them. She noticed all four of the blondes looking Kat up and down from head to toe and wondered if they were doing it consciously or not.
Alexis grinned. “Yes, I definitely think the eight of us could have had some fun together. It’s really too bad camp is over, huh?” Before Trish could reply, Alexis glanced over to where the barbecues were. “Oh, Veronica is waving us over. Gotta go. It was nice running into you again, Trish.” And with that, the four blondes hurried off.
“What the fuck was that?” Kat huffed. “The way they looked at me. I felt like a piece of meat.”
“I’m not sure,” Trish fibbed. She was quite sure it was because of Kat’s rumored incestuous activities with her brother. “I wouldn’t worry about it, though. Now let’s go toss that frisbee around.”
They had been at it for a while when Kat stopped and pulled her phone from her pocket. She looked at it for a minute then put it away and hurried over to Trish.
“My brother is at the boathouse, setting up. Are you still interested in doing this?” Kat asked.
Trish’s stomach flip-flopped with nervous excitement. She glanced at Monica and Gabby, who had joined them. “Yeah, I’m ready,” she said. Trish saw a concerned look on Monica’s face and wondered if she was having second thoughts about it.
“You’re going to be there the whole time, right?” Monica asked Kat.
“The whole time, yes.”
“And you’ll make sure he stops if Trish tells him to?” Monica continued.
Kat nodded. “You have my word. Trish will be in complete control.”
“And he’ll wear a condom?”
Kat chuckled. “Yes, Monica,” she said, her tone growing indulgent. “He has condoms and I have condoms, so no worries.”
Trish was touched by Monica’s concern for her wellbeing. She watched Monica study Kat for a moment longer, then finally her stepsister turned to her and smiled.
“Okay then. Have fun, and remember you can stop anytime.”
Trish grinned. “Thanks, Monica. I’m glad you’re looking out for me,” she said, giving Monica’s arm a squeeze. “Okay, Kat. Lead the way.”
About an hour after they’d left, Trish and Kat snuck back into the camp area, keeping an eye out for anyone who might grow suspicious of their whereabouts. But the counselors were busy setting up the pile of logs and kindling for the bonfire that would start as soon as it was dusk, so no one paid them any attention. Tables had also been set up close by with fixings for S’mores.
Trish noticed Monica and Gabby chatting with a group of girls, but as soon as she caught Monica’s eye, her stepsister hurried over to meet her.
“Hey there,” Monica said hesitantly, “how’d it go?”
Trish shrugged. “It was okay. I mean, it felt pretty weird at first, but… it did get a lot better. Mark, Kat’s brother, was nice and made sure everything was okay and stuff. Kat was there the whole time, too, and joined in.”
“He didn’t hurt you, though. Right?” Monica asked.
“No. He got a bit rough at one point when we did it doggy style, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle,” Trish explained.
“Are you sure?”
Trish laughed. “Honestly, Monica. You’ve been rougher.”
Monica gave her a look then laughed, too. “So… do you think you’ll want to do that again?”
“Not sure. I was curious and I’m glad I did it. It was fun, but… y’know, overall, I’d say girls are better. I think I might stick with ‘em.”
They exchanged grins, then linked arms and strolled over to where Gabby and Kat were standing. Soon the bonfire would start, and they would all sing songs and eat their fill of S’mores. Trish had told Monica the truth about sticking to girls, but her time with Mark and Kat would be something she would never forget.
Being their last night at camp, Trish and her friends returned to their cabin later than usual. The ensuing group sex was tame for them, mostly kissing and petting, as Trish was still spent from earlier. Monica and Gabby were a bit more energetic but slowed things down after they’d each come. Soon, they pulled apart and went to their usual beds: Kat and Gabby in one, and Trish curled up in Monica’s arms in the other.
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The next morning, they were all allowed to sleep in a bit longer. After breakfast, the campers turned in their bedclothes then waited in their cabins for a quick inspection for any damages that may have happened during their stay.
Afterward, the counselors gathered everyone together for a last goodbye and to give each of them a framed souvenir camp photo, taken on their second day there. Once farewells to new friends had been said and eyes had been dried, they boarded their busses for the trip home.
On to Chapter 11!