Trev and the soccer counselor, Charlaine, were making an accounting of the sports equipment.
"That sure was a lot of friendly butt-slapping, huh?"
"Team spirit, I guess!" said Trev, not meeting her eyes.
They had just completed a team-building staff baseball game, with the two sports counselors as opposing managers. At some point,
someone
on Trev's team had started imitating the mystifying professional-athlete ritual of the celebratory ass-pat, and soon everyone was doing it. Some presumably more innocently than others.
He had tried to keep his mind out of the gutter, with little success. A certain set of naked butts was very fresh in his mind right now.
At one point, Reina sat down next to him on the bench. She had just circled the bases to score, and her ass had passed through a battery of congratulations. She was breathing hard, face red, eyes bright. She had glanced around quickly for onlookers, and then given his straining cock a furtive squeeze.
"You like to live dangerously, don't you?" he had whispered to her.
She had made a faux innocent expression, pausing. Her look went a bit far away.
"You remember last night," she whispered, turning back to him. "When we were hustling off to the Shower House? I can't believe I'm saying this, but...I'm pretty sure I still had jizz dripping down my thighs when we got there. I don't know if anyone noticed, but I was getting horny all over again thinking about it."
Trev was certainly thinking about it as he and Charlaine parted ways. Going back to change for an afternoon swim, he waved to Chris, who was working on his rope course, apparently a collaboration with the septum ring girl, whose name he had learned was Sarah.
Inside the cabin, he found Ash scribbling in a notebook. Trev figured at this point he could throw modesty to the wind, and began to disrobe.
"Working on your D&D campaign?" he tried, kicking off his shorts.
"Oh hel-lo there," said Ash, peeking around at his nude companion's excited state.
Self-conscious? Me? Ha!
"Yeah. Based on how things have been going, I was thinking y'all might like to try a
sexy
dungeon next time."
"Oh?"
Trev's mind wandered. His cock rose a little further. He grabbed for his swim trunks.
"Aw," grinned Ash. "Show's over?"
"Well..."
Trev fiddled with the trunks for a moment, then walked toward the bed Ash was sitting on. "What kind of encore would you like?"
He leaned down and kissed them slowly, placing a hand lightly on the tent in their shorts.
"I didn't get to finish the job last time," Ash said, taking hold of his erection and lowering their lips to it.
Trev stepped forward, letting Ash's mouth engulf him, moving slowly, and then gaining speed.
At some point, he became aware that Reina had made her way into the cabin, advancing with quiet interest.
There came the soft spronk of a woman sitting on the edge of her bed. There were the heavenly sounds of Ash having their way with him. A gentle echo began, that must have been Reina's fingers working on herself.
Putting on a show indeed.
He didn't look around. He hardly looked at anything. His whole world compressed to a tiny space, and then expanded again, forecfully, shudderingly. He almost lost his balance, and then did fall to his knees, but deliberately, breathing hard, looking up at his wonderful tormentor.
"You have got to let me do that for you," he said.
Ash, wiping their chin, looked at him with fire in their eyes. "Fuck yeah."
Trev grabbed Ash's dick. First time for everything, his brain babbled idiotically. He was momentarily self-conscious again, letting his sexual inexperience get into his head.
Now he did glance around at Reina, who was indeed circling her clit with her fingers, her eyes drinking him in.
Maintaining eye contact with her, he licked along the head of Ash's cock, gathering the oddly buttery taste of precum on his tongue.
Ash jerked in his hand. Reina's whole body jerked, and then she tumbled in on herself, shaking, mouth opening.
Trev looked back up at Ash, and inched forward, taking them into his mouth, trying to be careful of teeth, moving back and forth slowly, then with more confidence. Ash's hands stroked his hair.
When the first spurt hit the back of his throat he swallowed without thinking, and then pulled off in surprise a moment later, taking the rest on his chin and chest.
He sank back on his heels, breathing hard, almost light-headed, and grinned up at Ash, who was looking at him awestruck, shuddering.
"That was fucking amazing," they said.
Trev stood up and found himself caught from behind by a hug from Reina, who said, "Hi!"
Her hand found the cum dripping down his torso, and she tasted in on her fingers. She spun him around and, laughing impishly, licked the rest of it off of his chest, nibbling on a nipple as she went.
Raising her face to his, she worked her way up, kissing his clavicle and throat, mopped his chin clean, and then brought her lips to his for a long, lazy kiss.
* * *
That night, there was an interminable ghost story competition, and, straggling back to their cabin, by unspoken agreement they crashed straight into their beds.
The next day, Reina led the three of them to the Arts & Crafts Hut, where she fished out a bunch of drawing supplies.
"I'm tired of the same old lanyards and papier mache. This year I was thinking about trying life drawing."
She pushed newsprint pads into their hands.
"I've never really done art modeling before. Except for myself, in the mirror of course. But I think I can get the hang of it. Help me practice?"
"You're...not thinking of
nude
modeling, are you?"
"Oh, no," she said. "I mean, not that nude modeling is a sex thing, but best not to go there with a bunch of tweens."
"You could nude model just for us," grinned Ash.
"Anyone could come in here!" she said.
"It's not a sex thing," said Chris unconvincingly.
"Well..." She paused. "I suppose if I can model nude for you, it'll be easy to feel comfortable posing with my clothes on for a bunch of kids."
Chris wasted no time putting his arms around her and lifting her shirt hem. She laughed.
"Wow," she laughed, raising her arms obligingly. "Okay, okay."
She slipped off her bra and shorts, and Trev drank her in. He had seen her nude — actually, was there a level of nude more nude than regular nude? — but here, glowing in the bright daylight streaming in from the windows, it was like the first time.
His cock strained out towards her. He adjusted himself and tried to find a drawing position as she stretched out on the little set she had arranged for herself.
Soon, though, he really did get into drawing, and found himself concentrating on trying to put light and shadow to paper with his charcoal. She had them do a few 1-minute gesture drawings, and then settled in for a couple longer poses.
Then there was a creak as someone barged into the Hut.
"Oh! Life drawing!" It was the pinched voice of Trudy, the volleyball counselor. "Can I join in?"
Trev opened his mouth, and closed it.
"Sure," said Reina, at a bit of an unnatural pitch.
Trev fetched her a set of supplies, and she started into a drawing with apparent gusto.
After another longer one, Reina told them that she would do a few more 1-minute poses.
Trev turned to a new sheet, and then did a double take. Reina had arranged herself in a very provocative way. At least, to him. Heart pounding, he realized that Trudy, sitting across the room, almost certainly couldn't see anything particularly lewd. But he had a direct view of her fingers parting her glistening pussy lips in the honey-tinged afternoon sunlight.
He had a not-very-complete gesture drawing to show for himself when the minute dinged and she shifted to a new pose. This one was less obscene, at least to him, but he had the distinct impression that Ash and Chris were getting a very sexy angle, from the way Chris's face colored as he unsteadily pushed his charcoal.
When they wrapped up, and Trudy waved goodbye, Reina fell into their arms, trembling.
"I can't believe I did that."
"You're incredible," said Trev, shaking his head with a huge grin.
"Do you think she noticed?" said Ash.
"You are a dirty little degenerate, aren't you?" said Chris.
"Yes," she breathed, looking up at him, eyes wide and shining.
Trev ran a hand down her thudding chest, down her stomach to where the fine hairs grew into a dark mass. He slipped two fingers into her arousal, picking up her stickiness, and then raising it up into the light.
Ash put their lips to Trev's fingers, tasting Reina on him. "Two can play at being dirty little degenerates," they grinned like a cat.
"Or four," said Chris.
* * *
"Can you see anyone?" Reina said, glancing nervously at Chris, who was peering around the pier, towards the lakeshore. A few other staffers could be heard in the distance, splashing around in the water.
"No one's coming," he said.
"Except you," said Ash, thumbing her left nipple through her turquoise burgers 'n' shakes-patterened swimsuit.
"Ugh," smirked Reina. "Bad."
At the end of the pier there was a ladder, and Reina was perched on a lower rung, legs dangling in the cool lake water. Ash reached up for the nape of her neck to untie the string, and she shivered at the contact.
Trev, looking up at her from the water, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her bikini bottom, and she wiggled her butt to allow him to pull them down.
In a moment her body was completely exposed to the view of anyone who happened to come down to the end of the pier. She instinctually started to cover herself, but she checked the impulse.
I can do this.
She locked her arms through the bars of the ladder behind her back, steadying her position. She had never been manacled to any sort of fiendish bondage device — with her exes she had engaged only in the most half-assed efforts at BDSM play — but this position definitely brought the idea of it to mind. She was not truly confined, but she had managed to work herself into a position she could not easily escape.
She almost asked them to help unwedge her, but she set that aside with a surge of determination, and, she had to be honest, heat.
Some of that heat was in Trev's eyes, as he took her in. She must look like a pin-up girl, she thought, with her arms pinned behind her head, thrusting her chest out towards him. He took her knees in his hands and parted her legs, moving towards her, and she obliged him, spreading her thighs wide, and hooking her feet into the underwater bottom rung, completing the pseudo-shackling effect.
