Summer Camp Secrets
My cheeks hollow as I suck on Ryder's hard thick erect dick in the front seat of his Chevrolet pickup truck. My mouth stretches from the base of his manhood to the tip as I drag my tongue up and down his dick. I circle my small hand around the thick girth stroking him. I tease the tip of his dick by making circles around the head with my tongue. I repeat these motions until his hips are writhing underneath my skilled mouth. Ryder's right hand lays firmly on my head as I inhale his dick to the back of my throat while picking up the pace as I drag my mouth back and forth. His left hand has somehow made it into my denim shorts, and his pointer and middle finger massage the pleasure spots in my hot wet pussy while his thumb lazily swirls my juices around my clitoris. Ryder's skilled fingers make me soak my panties for him while I snatch his soul with my mouth. I gently massage his balls with my fingers as I let him fuck my face. He holds my head down at the perfect angle to satiate his oral sex desires. I feel his balls draw up and hear a growl break from his throat. Hot strings of his spunk hit me in the back of my throat. I swallow a mouth full of his babies as my legs start to shake from Ryder relentlessly, roughly fingering me into a mind-blowing orgasm. I let out a high-pitched cry, hitting notes like Ariana Grande as some of his cum dribbles down the corners of my mouth.
"Don't spill a drop of it, babe," Ryder groans, wiping his cum from the corner of my lips and pushing it back inside my mouth. I swallow the remnants of his semen, recovering from the aftermath of my own intense orgasm. I sit back in the passenger seat, our eyes colliding, staring into Ryder's flushed face and blown pupils. Ever since I was seven years old, my heart has beaten a unique rhythm for Ryder Madris. At barely nineteen, sitting in the front of his pickup truck and peering into those sexy chocolate brown eyes, I swear my heart skips a beat. I watch a mischievous smirk cross his beautiful pout as his tongue darts out to lick his middle and pointer finger clean of my come. A low hum breaks from his throat. He tucks his manhood back into his boxers and basketball shorts and revs his engine back to life.
Ryder pulls out of the rest stop and back onto the highway so we can finish our drive to Camp Coochiawa. For the past three summers, I've been catching a ride with Ryder to the summer camp, where we work alongside one another as camp counselors. This rest stop had become an expected ritual of ours on our way to the camp each summer. With Ryder's hand stroking my bare thigh, I hum along to Jack Harlow, the cool Colorado breeze tickling my flushed cheeks. These trips are heaven on earth for me. Camp Coochiawa had been my escape from the darkness I survive at home. It's where I met my two best friends, Ryder Madris and Taytum Cooper.
"You excited to see Tay-Tay? I know you've missed her," Ryder says, briefly taking his eyes off the road to give me a boyish grin that melts my heart. I nod, closing my eyes and thinking about all the wild, crazy shit we get up to over the summer. It started off as childhood curiosity with Taytum, Ryder, and I showing each other our private parts to late night junior high games of spin the bottle to losing our virginities together in an awkward threesome before senior year of high school. We are an inseparable trio that no one could understand or break apart. People are always trying to figure out who is dating who in our perfect trio. Yet, we are totally unfazed by people's thoughts of our group's dynamic because we understand our love for one another and how deep it runs, and that's all that matters.
"Since she's meeting us from her college, I hope she brings all the best booze her fake I.D. can get her," I say to Ryder, not opening my eyes while toying with his fingers.
"Oh, her boobs and dimples will get us all the alcohol in the world. She doesn't need a fake I.D. Let the good times roll this summer at Camp Coochie, babe," Ryder jokes with a playful wink, bringing laughter to our lips as I shake my head at his immaturity. I open my eyes to steal a glance at Ryder's beautiful face, making my stomach plummet. I've never had an issue sharing Ryder with Taytum, but my feelings have changed as I become older. Ryder is my safe place. My heart and my soul. He protects me from the demons of my past, my present, and I'm sure any that will seek me out in the future. I gift him with my body, he fuels my pleasure, and I want him to be my forever person. I snatch my eyes forward, feeling a sharp pang in my chest and queasiness erupt in my stomach. At that moment, I realize I'm in love with Ryder Madris. But could I choose Ryder over our perfect trio? Because there was Taytum to consider. Taytum possibly standing in the way, the other half of my heart.
I drunkenly laugh as Ryder carries me on his back to the campfire party in the woods. This secret camp counselor kick-off party is one of the many summer camp traditions I look forward to every year with anticipation of arriving at Camp Coochiawa. All the camp counselors come a day before the campers' arrival to get our assignments and begin camp setup tasks. We sneak off to the woods when night falls and the debauchery begins. I jump off Ryder's back, spotting the beautiful Taytum for the first time since arriving at Camp Coochie. Taytum is breathtakingly beautiful, her flawless terracotta skin shimmers under the starlit sky, and even in a worn cropped band tee and cutoff denim shorts, she's the hottest girl around the campfire. My nipples harden, and I feel an electric tug of lust ignite between my thighs as we near Taytum. I shimmy off Ryder's back, running jubilantly towards the other half of my heart that I've missed painfully.
In my drunken state, I lunge full force at Taytum, knocking the gorgeous Lori Harvey doppelgänger to the ground. We giggle tangled in one another's limbs, greeting each other by playing tonsil hockey until one of us comes up for air. Ryder holds out his hands to both of us, helping us off the ground. Even intoxicated, I feel a little envious as Ryder grabs Tay-Tay's small curvy frame into a bear hug and swings her around, dipping her to the ground as he kisses her passionately. There are whoops and hollers from the other male camp counselors that deem Ryder one lucky bastard and a sex god. I roll my eyes at the show they're putting on for the crowd, wistfully hugging my arms around my waist. Taytum finally shoves Ryder off of her as his hand slides up her cropped Led Zeppelin tee to squeeze her luscious perky tits. I'd be lying to myself if I said that watching my two beautiful besties fondle each other didn't make me tingle between my thighs.
Taytum composes herself by running her fingers through her hair to tame the wild waves. She wipes the smudged lipstick off from around her mouth from both Ryder and my kisses. Taytum spins around and grabs the arm of a platinum blonde bombshell pulling her away from a circle of people passing a blunt and taking long hits of Keefer tasting euphoria. I step closer to Ryder, whose eyes are glued to Taytum's nice, toned round ass in her cheeky denim shorts.
"Ryder and Valentina, meet my college bestie, sorority sister, and fuck buddy from time to time, Lennox Stewart," Taytum tipsily giggles, slapping the newcomer's ass.
"That was quite the introduction. You can call me Ry. I'm Tay-Tay's handsome best friend and consistent summer fling. Women love me, so Taytum can't get enough of me," Ryder boasts, making me sick to my stomach as bile rises in my mouth. I'm unsure if it's from his douchebag cheesy pickup lines or envy due to how he's eyeing this blonde beauty. He lays on the charm even thicker by bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it. Taytum and my eyes meet, and we make loud fake gagging noises causing Lennox to giggle. Lennox turns her attention to me; her long platinum blonde ponytail bounces, gleaming under the moonlight. For a second, I'm taken aback by her beautiful deep blue eyes with unique hues of gray that make me lose my train of thought. She's so beautiful that I see her luscious lips moving but can't hear a thing she's saying. I am no competition when it comes to this bombshell. Lennox Fucking Stewart is a FUCKING knockout. She's so damn sexy that Lennox would make a killing on OnlyFanz and oust Bhad Bhabie as a top performer.
"Gorgeous girl, what's your name," Lennox repeats herself, gently tucking a wayward strand of my raven black hair behind my ear.
"Valentina Delgado, but everyone calls me Tina. I'm Tay-Tay's other best friend," I quietly say. Lennox gives me a broad smile. She wraps her arms around Taytum's waist, sizing Ryder and me like we were the outsiders, not her. I move closer to Ryder, staking my claim by wrapping my arm around his waist. Ryder kisses the top of my head, snuggling into me.
"Taytum, you are one lucky bitch. Your summer flings are so hot. You have this sexy all-American white boy and a hot Latina mommy," Lennox sasses, nibbling on Taytum's ear. "I just hope you guys don't mind sharing Tay-Tay this summer," Lennox continues with a devious wink, seductively running her hands over Taytum's bare stomach. Taytum's hazel eyes cloud with arousal, her eyes darkening as Lennox feels her up, making my mouth water with sexual want. I don't even have to look over at Ryder to know his dick will be tenting his pants shortly. Ryder moves out of my hug and begins toying with Lennox's blonde ponytail as if I'm no longer there.
"Lennox-," Ryder practically pants her name as she looks up at him with mischief in her big beautiful blue-gray eyes.
She cuts him off to say, "Call me Lenny." I cringe at her fake flirty antics, watching her encounter with the man of my dreams unfold. I feel heat boil to the surface of my skin since I'm so green with envy with how easily Ryder is drawn to another girl as if his dick wasn't just in my mouth hours ago. Men really weren't shit. Always wanting something new, shiny, and sexy and not thinking twice about trading in their current model for a new plaything. It's as if men got off from spitting another woman out like a used piece of spearmint gum without giving a second thought to the emotional wreckage they leave behind.
"Typically, we don't share, but since you've already been playing with Taytum, we'll make an exception. Are you sweet? I love sweet treats; I have chocolate and caramel. I'm not opposed to adding a little vanilla to the rotation this summer," Ryder loudly whispers, running his hands up and down Lennox's shoulders. My mouth falls open, causing my jaw to hit the ground practically. I am raging mad! I knew I'd be outvoted anyway since; Ryder would stick his dick in anything, and Taytum already hooks up with her.
"Guys, I think I'm bi or pansexual," Taytum announces, breaking me out of my hateful thoughts of ways to destroy Miss Lenny Stewart this summer.
"What does that even mean? Does it mean you'll no longer be taking my cock," Ryder whines, scratching his head, all thoughts of seducing Lennox forgotten. Leave it to Ryder, a nineteen-year-old boy, to think about his dick instead of Taytum confiding in us about her possible sexual identity.
"Ryder, your dick is the only dick I take. Which makes me think after hooking up with Lenny and having romantic connections to others that aren't hetero cisgender men that I might be queer," Taytum says, shrugging her shoulders, unsure of herself. Lennox smiles, giving Taytum's hand a comforting squeeze, and a sweet peck on the cheek.
Not wanting to be outdone by this new bitch, I exclaim, "Tay-Tay, that's great. I think it's amazing you're finding yourself while off at college. Plus, we've always had a tender spot for each other, so it's not surprising." I break Lennox's hold of Taytum to hug her, not only to let her know that I accept her for who she is but because I need her warmth and calming vanilla scent to soothe the fire in my soul. I wasn't going to let Lennox move in and take my spot in our perfect trio. Fuck! I already had Taytum to compete with for Ryder's attention now. I had Lennox too. This summer may just become the first time I hated my time at camp Coochiawa. I take deep breaths as I embrace Taytum to hold back the tears that threaten to fall. This summer, Taytum hadn't just supplied us with great booze. She supplied us with an outsider that could potentially ruin us as the three amigos.
The lights blaring from the sunrise wakes me up the following day. I feel like I'm in a sauna, with a hair roughen thigh flung over my hip. I rub the sleep from my eyes, realizing that I'm smushed between Taytum and Ryder's figuratively and literally hot bodies in the bed of Ryder's Chevrolet pickup truck. It seems the three of us crashed in the back of it, snuggled up in the blankets he keeps in the backseat. I break out in goosebumps as a small hand squeezes my round, full C-cup breasts beneath my baseball tee while hot kisses trail from the nape of my neck to my shoulder blade. Hm. I guess these are some of the perks of waking up with two horny hot best friends pressed to your front and back. Ryder takes the liberty of whipping my baseball tee over my head as he suckles on my neck. I didn't get a chance to feel the slight chill of the Colorado Springs' early morning breeze before I am warmed by the hot pressure of Taytum's mouth, teasing my nipple into a tight needy erect bud.
When my nipples are painfully hard, erect, and overly sensitive to Taytum's satisfaction, she trails her tongue up my chest to my neck, leaving hot ribbons of sexual need in her wake as she makes her way to my mouth. Taytum swallows the whimper of pleasure that breaks from my throat as she kisses me roughly, nipping at my bottom lip. Ryder unfastens my denim shorts, easing them down my legs, allowing his fingers the access needed to run them through my slippery wet folds. I am slammed into a world of pleasure. My soul feels like it's officially left my body as Ryder tears me away from my heated kiss with Taytum to flip me on my back. Ryder and Taytum reach for each other, kissing one another, quickly undressing each other between kisses, and putting on an erotic show for me that leaves me oh so hot and oh so bothered.
"Switch places with Tina, Ryder. Lay on your back," Taytum impatiently instructs, sliding a condom from Ryder's jean pocket onto his dick. She begins rubbing herself between her thighs, making my hot wet core clench with need. Ryder effortlessly picks me up, laying on his back quickly before impaling me on his hard thick erection. The stretch of him filling my needy wet pussy hurts so good as I spread to accommodate his size without warning. A gasp of pleasure falls from my lips as I sit on my knees with him, gently rolling his hips massaging my insides. Without needing instructions or a request, Taytum sits on Ryder's face, and I watch his tongue dart out to lick the inside of her wet pussy. Taytum writhes with pleasure as she moves her hips to create a friction that delights her body. I begin to thrust my hips taking Ryder's dick as deep as possible until he bottoms out between my thighs. I grind on his pelvis to stimulate my clitoris as I watch Taytum's amazing round pert titties bounce in circles as Ryder fucks her small frame with his mouth.
Watching Ryder eat out Taytum is so hot and so sexy that my mouth waters for a taste of her sweet pussy, too. So, I lean down as I ride Ryder's dick to lick, suck and tug on Taytum's clitoris with my mouth while Ryder fingers her to ecstasy. Taytum screams out unintelligible gibberish as our double teaming efforts bring her to climax, her legs shaking as we both taste the sweet burst of cum that drips between her thighs. Taytum moves away on shaky legs to not smother Ryder. He grabs my head, crashing it against his mouth as he pounds into me fiercely. Taytum tears me away from Ryder, pushing me into an upright seated position as I meet Ryder thrust for thrust. She begins sensually torturing my breasts with her hot wet mouth, making me see stars as Ryder flings me into an earth-shattering orgasm. I scream out, and he growls, pumping into me until he climaxes. We lay in a heap of naked, tangled limbs for a moment as we all catch our breaths.
"Ryder, we need to hit the showers so we can set up today's athletic activities and sports," Taytum says, breaking our bubble of sexual bliss. Ah, of course. The two college athletes would be over facilitating the sporting events amongst the camp counselors. Ryder being a baseball player and Taytum being a college soccer star, who knew what debauchery they were getting up to at their universities without me. It made my heart pang, remembering that once we left Camp Coochiawa, we all led completely separate and different lives at our respective universities.
I eased myself off of Ryder, missing the feeling of him from between my thighs as I began pulling on my discarded clothing. I hop off the truck bed once I'm fully dressed, saying, "Laters, guys! Thanks for this amazing good morning. I have to quickly shower, then haul my ass to the fine arts area of Camp Coochie." Taytum hops down beside me, pulling me into a hug.
"That's awesome! You'll be working with Lenny. Isn't that great," Taytum asks, kissing my forehead.
"Yeah, so great," I sarcastically exclaim to my best friend. This summer couldn't get any better. I'll be working alongside my newly found nemesis all summer. Oh! The joy!
Gone were my summer camp play days of The Wizard of Oz re-enactments. The younger generations wanted to put on renditions of Twilight or The Descendants. The camp director vetoed Twilight for the Descendants. So, here I am painting the sets for Auradon, some dreamt-up Disney utopia or dystopia, depending on how you look at it. I silently hum to myself as I paint. I love musical theater and plays; I think to myself, reminiscing of my summers spent in this very makeshift amphitheater performing various summer plays.
I hear a beautiful voice bellowing out the lyrics of Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood, realizing I'm not alone. I stand to my full height of five foot two inches to peer around the room better. Just off stage, I see a sexy platinum blonde in a blue checkered sundress with wireless earbuds in her ears, in the zone, sewing away on a Brothers machine. I stay hidden behind the curtain taking in the buxom blonde, unbeknownst to her. My nemesis, Lennox Fucking Stewart! What could this bitch not do? Beautiful girl with a beautiful singing voice. But as I paid closer attention, she's a stark contrast to our first night meeting; watching her in her own bubble, she seems jaded, less bubbly, and more authentic. Something about Lennox at that moment is sucking me into her aura, making me want to know more about her. Not wanted. Hell, I needed to know Lennox Stewart's story. I take a deep breath and let myself be known. It takes her a second to realize my presence, causing her to jump. Taken off guard, Lennox's beautiful blue-gray eyes widen in fear.
"Oh shit, Tina! I was in my own world," Lennox says, sliding her bubbly mask back into place that wasn't there seconds ago.
"You have a pretty voice," I compliment her with a smile. She shrugs her shoulder, biting down on her full bottom lip, making my mouth go dry with a confusing burst of sexual want. This girl is just naturally sexy without any effort. It is so annoying when vying for the same guy's attention.
"Thanks. It's not something I share with anyone. I do it to make me feel happy or less lonely. It calms me," Lenny shyly states, her unique gray-blue eyes going wide and her face flustering with humiliation. Sad? What could this gorgeous girl ever be sad about in life? My jealousy begins to reside as I stare at Lennox, empathy tugging at my heartstrings.
"It’s a shame. But I can understand not wanting to share your solace with a world that can be cruel and exploitative,” I respond, trying to ease the tension. The tension I created between us. Spoiling a potential friendship because I am immaturely jealous of a girl who is as ordinary as me. I try to engage her in conversation by asking, “If you weren’t at Camp Coochiawa this summer, how would you spend your break from school?”
Lennox’s shoulders slump, her long mascara-coated lashes batting so hard against her flushed cheeks I swear she could cause a hurricane. Lennox takes a long deep breath, then sarcastically says, “Hiding from my beloved mommy, a high-class call girl turned trophy wife, trying to marry me off to a rich man, so I’d no longer be her problem; making her more appealing to stepdaddy number six or seven because she’d have less baggage.”
“Oh, I know all about mommy issues. I don’t even think ‘my beloved mommy’ knows I’m not home because she lives her life at the bottom of alcohol bottles,” I say jokingly, feeling a sharp pain in my heart.
Lennox sighs in relief and begins sewing again. We spend the rest of the afternoon creating props, painting sets, and bonding over “worst mom ever” stories. Well, damn. Boy, am I fucking wrong about this girl. I guess you can’t judge a book by its cover. Lennox is a seriously dope girl. I now understood why Taytum likes her so much. In the course of an afternoon with the blonde bombshell, we’d developed a sense of camaraderie. Heading back to the cabin that night, I realized the air between us shifted today, leaving me with a million feelings towards her I didn’t quite understand.
The first month at Camp Coochiawa passes in a blur of hot perfect trio hookups, wild off campsite parties, and fun times of organizing artsy activities for the campers with Lennox. Although Lennox has her own demons, no matter how perfect she appears on the surface, she has been my source of the most fun I’d ever experienced during a summer at camp coochie. Lennox pushes me to be more extroverted as I push her to be more confident in her musical talents. Whether we are alone or with other camp counselors, we gravitate toward each other, leaving me enthralled by her infectious gleeful spirit.
Tonight was no different. Lennox and I, along with a few other camp counselors, are assigned to chaperone a nighttime movie showing of the Descendants. Lennox and I lay alone in the bed of Ryder’s pickup truck under the stars watching the Disney flick. Lennox snuggles closer to me as the night chill begins to settle in, making the butterflies in my stomach uncontrollably flutter their wings. I steal glances at her beautiful heart-shaped face, loving how she laughs carefree along with the kids at different parts of the movie. Her eyes catch mine while I secretly try to steal another glance to soak in her beauty. Her soft hand reaches over and strokes my cheek, biting her lip, she grabs my face, and our lips touch, charging the energy around us. Our kiss ignites an internal fire that leaves me burning from the inside out. As our tongues explore each other’s mouths, my hand trails into her athletic shorts and my fingers find the swollen bud between her thighs. I swallow her moan of pleasure that encourages my fingers to explore her hot center's wet, slick folds. The more I tease her between her thighs, the more aggressive she becomes with our kissing. Her hot mouth trails kisses down my throat, sending a zing of desire right to my clitoris, making me so wet and hungry for her. She sinks her teeth into my neck and bites me as I throw her over the edge to ecstasy as her sexual release rolls down her thighs, covering my hand.
“Whew, I think I need a snack now. What about you,” Lennox questions me, hopping off the truck's bed. I nod, knowing that at that moment, I would follow her in front of a moving train if she asked because this girl has me hypnotized and a glance from her has me feeling certifiably insane. We walk across the field to the snack area, but instead of veering towards the table of snacks, Lennox continues to walk into the wooded area just a few feet away. She holds out her hand to me. I grab it as she picks up her pace until we’re in a more secluded area.
“I thought you wanted a snack,” I ask confusedly as she pushes me up against a tree.
Lennox sinks to her knees, unsnapping my shorts and pulling them down my legs. She sinks a finger into my soaking wet pussy, making me whimper in delight; then she answers, “Oh, I’m about to have a snack, gorgeous, just not the one that you thought.” A loud gasp leaves my body as my naive mind catches the sexual innuendo. Before I can protest, her lips brush against my swollen sex, causing me to lose all train of thought. When her tongue touches my clitoris with just one lick, passion ignites within me, feeling as if my whole body is set ablaze. I’m shocked the heat of my body doesn’t cause the woods to combust into flames. As her tongue penetrates my damp center, my back braces the tree behind me, so I don’t lose my balance from being weak in the knees from the onslaught of desire. Damn, this girl has the tongue of a goddess and wields it like a legendary swordsman.
Every stroke of her tongue and caress of her soft fingers to my wet pussy gives me full body shudders like an addict needing their next hit of cocaine. Lennox is not only a master of eating pussy, but she takes her time and delights in my responses, prioritizing my pleasure while lapping between my thighs. This girl worships pussy. She devours it like it is her favorite snack and the best treat on earth. I feel my legs begin to shake as she picks up the pace of her two fingers moving in and out of my entrance as she sucks and licks circles around my clitoris. She doesn’t let up or show me any mercy until my legs begin to shake, and I see not just stars but the Milky Way galaxy behind my closed eyes as I ride the transcendent wave of sexual pleasure from one orgasm into the next.
“S-S-Stop, I can’t take anymore,” I stutter with quivering lips, causing her to giggle as she gently slides her fingers out from inside of me. Oh shit! I can’t control my shaking as I redress myself. She grabs my hand, dragging me back to the movie viewing. We snuggle back onto the bed of Ryder’s truck, and I kiss her forehead feeling closer to Lennox than I’d ever felt to anyone before. Lennox Stewart is a fucking game changer. After sex with her, she has me rethinking my love for Ryder and even my sexuality. I mean, is it possible that Lennox could be the one for me?
I watch the reddish-orange flames of the fire dance as I aimlessly draw circles in the dirt with the left toes of my beat-up Converse sneaker, lost in thought. Today, we hiked Pike National Forest with the campers, and I found myself sick with envy. I started the hike eager to be paired with Taytum. We walked arm and arm and were having a blast until our group merged with Ryder and Lennox’s hiking group. It should have been more fun to hike the rest of the trail with my two best friends and new friend, but Ryder and Lennox’s flirtatious banter made me want to push them off the closest cliff. It was a maddening experience. The craziest part of the situation is that after the movie night with Lennox, I was more confused if I was jealous of the attention Ryder gave Lennox or vice versa. I retired from the hike with a massive migraine, leaving the trail to go back to the cabins to scream my frustration into my pillow.
Now, I sit at yet another nighttime camp counselor secret party in the woods, trying to use alcohol to calm my mind. Alcohol is a truth serum, right? It’s freeing? So, the more I drink, the more I should know what my heart wants? In my mind, I begin making mental notes of all the things I love about Ryder and all the things I’ve come to love about Lennox.
Lennox smells nice, like honeysuckle and sweet, sweet vanilla.
Lennox and I bond over mommy issues.
Lennox and I are creatives.
But, Ryder…
Ryder makes me feel important, valued, and alive in a way no one else has ever made me feel.
Even in an alcohol-induced surreal state of mind, my heart beats for Ryder Fucking Madris. I stumble to my feet, abandoning my cup, and walk over to Taytum, who’s losing horribly at a game of beer pong. I clumsily fall into the table, committing the ultimate party foul. I hear boos and loud groans as Taytum and her partner receive an automatic forfeit.
“Damn, Valentia. You’re wasted, babe,” Taytum drunkenly giggles, lifting me to my feet and slinging my arm around her shoulder. We walk to a lawn chair with Taytum supporting most of my weight. I ungracefully plop down into her lap, making her giggle. Taytum has a warm sexy body that brings me comfort. I cuddle her for a second, trying to get my bearings before talking to Ryder. I’m going to grow some ovaries and let him know that I, Valentina Delgado, am, in fact, the one for him. Taytum will understand. Plus, even if Ryder and I are official doesn’t mean Taytum can’t still play with us. Besides the more Taytum steps into her defined sexuality, does she even want to play with us or explore with other camp counselors?
I lay in Taytum’s warm, delicate embrace feeling safe, secure, and at home. Outside of Ryder, Taytum is the only other person that has felt like a peaceful, safe place for me, if security and home could even be a person. I feel a pang in my heart as I take in the beauty of Taytum’s face. I mull it over in my head by placing myself in Taytum’s shoes. Would I see it as a betrayal if Taytum were the one to profess her love to Ryder without speaking to me about it first? The guilt weighs heavily in the pit of my stomach because it would be a betrayal. I lean up and kiss Taytum gently on the lips. She lays her forehead against mine. I revel in our quiet, sweet moments of intimacy and affection.
I muster up all of my liquid courage and confess, “I’m in love with Ryder.” At first, I didn’t think Taytum heard me because her eyes didn’t open. Her insanely long eyelashes don’t even flutter against her cheeks. But then her hand caresses my cheek gently, which successfully soothes my nerves.
“Babe, you don’t want to be in love with Ryder Madris. Ry is a friend. The bestest friend. But Ryder is not the man you give your heart to. He’ll break it. Ryder loves sex. He won’t latch himself to one woman. He’s the definition of a tool,” Taytum says softly, playing with the end of my French braid. I feel fiery red-hot anger burn in my soul. How dare she belittle and brush off my feelings when I supported her in her sexuality news! How Fucking DARE, she! I think after all this time, I know what I feel for Ryder and if it were real. At least, I think?
“How dare you. How dare you say such horrible things about Ry! Especially when he’s not here to defend himself. Ryder deserves love too, Tay-Tay,” I yell, jerking out of her embrace and sitting up. Taytum looks around and holds a finger to her lips.
“Ryder does. Everyone deserves butterflies and an endless deep burning love. Tina, you’re aware he screws half the camp’s female staff every summer, right? We aren’t special. That’s why he calls this place Camp Coochie. Ryder isn’t this nice, sweet guy you’ve always seen him as in your head. I love him. He’s forever my best friend, but he’s not seven years old, Ry, anymore. Hasn’t been for a long time. Tina, you’re so sweet and so gentle. I just don’t want us ruined as the perfect trio. The three amigos. If he can’t love you back, in the same way,” Taytum softly says, rubbing my back. I shrug her arms off of me and stand up. My head is spinning, and I’m unsure if it’s more so from the possible truth bombs Taytum’s dropped or the alcohol causing my head to swim. I need clarity. I need Lennox’s opinion on the matter. I storm off from Taytum and ask some of the other camp counselors if they’ve seen Lennox. One of the girls informs me she went to collect campfire supplies.
I walk away from the party, heading deeper into the woods to find Lennox. The further I walk, I hear muffled voices talking and a light laugh that zings a bolt of pleasure to my clitoris. It sounds just like Lennox’s contagious flirty sweet sing-song laughter. Since the only light I have guiding my steps is the moon, I use the flashlight on my phone to light a path for me to follow the voices.
As I near, I hear gruff moans. My mouth falls open like a hooked fish. I’m frozen in place out of shock. I stand twenty feet away from Ryder and Lennox. Lennox’s full pert breasts are exposed. Her blush-colored nipples are erect from arousal. She has her head tilted up, facing the night sky. She’s fully nude, leaning back on her elbows on a picnic table. Her thighs splayed wide as Ryder’s head bobs between her legs. I turn to leave, but I find myself moving behind a tree to watch them like some peeping Tom. They’re such an attractive couple. They could make millions for any adult film company.
Ryder pulls away to strip naked. Once undressed, he approaches Lennox and begins caressing and teasing her nipples. He uses his tongue, mouth, and hands to bring her to the brink of a nipple orgasm. But, he stops while Lennox appears on the edge of climax; Ryder grabs her by her nipples and pulls her to a standing position. He leads her to the side of the picnic table with a firm grasp on her nipples. The rough way in which Ryder handles Lennox makes my core slick with arousal causing me to rub my thighs together for relief. I shove my hand down my athletic shorts to stroke circles and tap my pulsing engorged clitoris as I watch Ryder let go of Lennox’s nipples and then slap them. I hear a loud moan come from her mouth as I watch her perfect porn star tits jiggle. Ryder flips Lennox around and folds her in half, so she’s facing the table. He plunges into her from behind, riding her roughly like a jockey using her two ponytails as reigns. He fucks her without control, and their sex is so primal. Watching these two beautiful specimens fuck in the woods with no qualms is the best sex I’ve ever seen. The air is musk with sex scents; all you can hear is harsh breathing, dirty words, and flesh slapping against flesh.
I feel my cheeks flush as I watch and stroke myself, unable to take my eyes away from the erotic scene. I feel my orgasm build up, and we all three orgasm together. As soon as I see Ryder collapse on top of Lennox’s back, I run away from the scene, afraid they may find me and think of me as a creep. But I’m also ashamed of my actions of voyeurism and angered by the nerve of them to have a secret rendezvous. What was happening to Ryder, Taytum, and me? Did I like girls because I was so turned on from watching Lennox be pleasured, rode hard, and shatter from ecstasy? This summer has just been one big mind fuck!
I take a swig of water to quench my thirst wiping sweat from my brow. Today is a really hot summer day but a beautiful day to take the campers out on the lake in canoes. So, a couple of counselors are working effortlessly to clean up the safety gear and canoes to make this a successful day for the campers. I toss some water over my head, letting it cool my body and refresh me.
“Hey,” I hear, making me jump as I turn to look behind me.
“Shit, Ry! You scared me. What’s up,” I coyly ask, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as I feel the fiery heat of desire in my lower belly as I see flashbacks of the night of him railing Lennox in the woods. Ryder gives me a little smile, but I can’t read his expression behind his aviator sunglasses. Ryder is super-hot, standing in front of me in nothing but boardshorts with his broad, muscular upper body exposed. His tan skin makes my mouth water. I want to lick the sweat off of every inch of this man.
“You’ve seen distance these few days, babe. I just want to see how you’re doing. I’ve missed you, Tina,” Ryder says, hugging me and making my feet dangle off the ground due to our height difference. Ryder holds me in a way that we’re practically nose to nose, which makes me giggle. “Valentina, I love you,” Ryder exclaims.
“I love you too, Ry,” I say, planting a soft kiss on his lips. He gently places me back on the ground. After what I witnessed in the woods and what Taytum divulged, I’ve been paying closer attention to Ryder’s interactions with the other female camp counselors. It hurt like fucking hell. It was a devastating blow to my fragile self-esteem to realize the man I think I romantically love is the biggest fuck boy of all times.
“No, listen, Tina. I think it’s more than a friendly ‘I love you.’ I feel deeper and stronger for you than I do, Taytum. Hell, any girl. I’ve been thinking about it since, in the car ride here, babe,” Ryder says, grabbing both of my hands in his. I’m taken aback because had he said this weeks ago, I would have been over the moon. But, now, his words fall flat and feel disingenuous.
“That’s called an orgasm, Ry,” I joke, pulling my hands out of his hold and walking towards the group, but he stops me. I look over my shoulder and back at him. My eyes follow his gaze to Taytum and Lennox playing around with the water hose. They were spraying themselves down like a wet T-shirt contest, more so than using it for the canoes. Lennox and Taytum were stealing kisses from one another as they horse played. Lenny was a wet dream if you ever saw one. She blew me a kiss causing my bikini bottoms to get wet with arousal.
“Lennox wants to date me,” Ryder states apprehensively. The pit of my stomach sinks as his words settle between us. My heart feels like it’s barely sputtering along at this point in the conversation. Hell, all summer, thus far.
“Oh yeah, what are you going to do,” I ask, my voice coming out brittle and small, failing to mask my hurt.
“What do you think,” Ryder questions, pushing his aviators on top of his head and revealing his baffled expression.
“She’s fucking hot, funny, and one of the best girls I’ve met. If I were you, I’d date her. You wouldn’t have to ask me twice,” the words slip out thoughtlessly from my mouth. Ryder and I stand there staring at one another.
At that moment, I didn’t feel any jealousy about convincing the man I’d been pining over to go and be with a knockout.
I felt hurt and betrayal coursing through my veins due to Lennox’s actions.
Maybe, Taytum is right. Maybe, I’m not in love with Ryder Madris, after all.
Let him tell it he was in love with me, but I was in love with his new summer fling. Or our summer fling?
Our perfect trio just got a whole lot bigger and more complicated. This summer has left my mind swimming with a lot of unanswered questions.
Did I even like men? Was Ryder really my forever person?
Or was it a badass sexy platinum blonde bombshell in cutoff shorts with piercing gray-blue eyes?
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