This story is a sequel to the Janie Does College series.
Summer was approaching quickly and I was getting restless. I had just turned 21, and was looking forward to a break from college coursework. Summer school was definitely not on my list of "Things to Do This Summer". A few of my friends were applying for summer internships or work as lifeguards, or camp counselors.
Luckily, I found a job as a swim instructor for a camp across the Country. The position was offered to me by a prestigious all-girls camp located in the New England wilderness. Since they offered to pay room, board, airfare, and a small stipend, I jumped at the opportunity to travel.
I was about four weeks into the ten week program when I met Karen. She was hired as a sailing instructor and like many of the camp counselors, was from the UK. Karen arrived late to her position because of a conflict with her college courses. Everyone at the camp welcomed her, but employee cliques had already been established by that time. Since no one seemed interested in her, I started trying to get to know her.
Karen was about six years older than me, but she had a youthful face. Only her eyes showed that at a few years away from 30, she had experienced a lot in life. She was a similar height, maybe 5'6", with light brown hair that hung in loose curls to her shoulders. The first physical characteristic that I noticed about Karen was her eyes; they sparkled with an amazing blue hue. Her nose had a slight up-turn, and her skin was fair but without freckles.
Being from Scotland, she had an extremely thick accent which I later learned was more of the "country-talk." It sounded very rough and she used slang and profanity profusely. But her smile was sweet and she knew how to turn her accent down and cut the profanity around the kids.
Karen seemed quite interested in me. We loved to compare philosophies on society, morals/ethics, and pop-culture. We spent enough time together that when our day-off rolled around, it was assumed we would spend it together, as far away as possible from those screaming brats!
When our shifts ended that evening we called for a taxi to take us into town. There was only one bar in town, located next to the sole movie theater. For a Friday night, the town seemed dead, but then I remembered just how remote we were actually living.
"Aye guess this's as gooode a place ahs ainy ta git pissed," she said in her Scottish accent as we walked up to the entrance to Spud's Bar.
Despite the lack of cars in the parking lot, there were about twenty people in the bar, and most of them were male. Only a few women were inside, and all looked to be approaching 40 years old. All eyes turned away from their drinks, pool cues, or conversations to ogle the fresh female meat walking though the door. Two men in their early 30s glanced up from the pathetic-looking jukebox.
Karen smiled confidently; I on the other hand, was a little shyer. At that point in my life, I was dating my first real boy-friend, and had only had one lesbian experience with a woman named Kelly (see my other story).
I flipped my long dark hair over my shoulder as we walked into the bar. Naturally I am blonde so I have fair skin and Caucasian features. My college days saw me with dyed dark hair because it gave my youthful features some edge. It also made my green eyes really stand out.
Karen and I dressed fairly casual, our hair was down. Her hair was wavy and unruly as usual and she wore jeans with a baby-blue top. She had on her Doc Marten's of course. I also wore jeans, but my shirt was jet black and low-cut. I had put make-up on, but Karen rarely wore any. I did notice she had applied some peach eye shadow and sparkly lip gloss for the occasion.
"D'ye fancy a drink?" she asked as we approached the bar. Scottish people have a way of asking questions and not waiting for an answer. She handed me a drink before I told her yes. I was rather mesmerized by the bartender, a tall, dark, and handsome type.
"Let's go put on some real music," she said as we walked over to the two men at the jukebox. I still felt all the eyes in the room on us, but I started to loosen up. Karen flipped through the CD collection in the jukebox, complained about the lack of titles, and flirted with the two men.
"Ag, theey'r's no fuckin' Iggy Pop?" she declared in mock outrage. She started up a conversation with the men. Appaently Jeb and Matt, as there names turned out to be, were both contractors from the neighboring town. They were doing a project at the Williams' mansion.
Jeb was tall and built like a swimmer. He had smooth grey eyes, light brown hair, some blonde/grey stubble and long sideburns.
Matt was shorter and stockier than Jeb, built more like a rugby player. He had immense fore-arms covered by a few conspicuous tattoos, and lovely lashes surrounding hazel eyes.
"The Williams' put us up in the hotel upstairs during the week, but we go home on the weekends," Jeb explained.
"Well, it's Friday, so, why'r ye here den?" Karen quipped. She had this way of staring people directly in the eye, unwavering.
Jeb seemed lost in her eyes so the quieter one, Matt, spoke. "Why should we go home to nagging girl-friends when we can get drunk cheap out here?" he chuckled.
Jeb told us that they were close friends with the bartender, Evan, and offered to pick up our bar tab for the night. He knew our jobs at the camp paid close to nothing. Karen acted unimpressed but smiled anyway. All four of us walked over to the bar for refills.
I noticed Evan staring at me. He was about 32, very masculine, with a heavy angular jaw and a 5-o'clock shadow. His eyes were amazingly dark and piercing. He reminded me of George Clooney.
As the night wore on, we all got to know each other, but Matt and Jeb talked mostly to Karen. Of course they both glanced at my cleavage from time to time, but they were intrigued by Karen's blue eyes and thick accent. I couldn't blame them, she was HOT!
Evan, however, seemed to be burning holes through me with his eyes. It almost unnerved me, but whenever I would catch him staring, his face softened into a handsome smile. His grins made me feel bashful, juvenile, and virginal. The more drinks he poured me, the more I loosened up.
Karen's laughs were loud, but as I glanced around the bar, I noticed none of the other patrons seemed to mind. By that time in the night we almost had the place to ourselves. Karen and I were both tipsy, even though she had consumed twice as many drinks as I had.
Through my haze, I realized Jeb had placed a large hand on Karen's upper thigh. Matt sat behind her on a bar stool and she seemed to be leaning back against his chest. Matt reached up and began to play with Karen's curly mane, gently tugging on it. Karen looked me in the eye and grinned; she loved the attention. She seemed to be asking me a question with her eyes. We had not discussed a plan of getting home, nor had we made hotel reservations.
