Camp Black Rock was set to finish the summer without a single incident. No brush fires in the woods, no kids caught with weed, no fights, no food fights, and most importantly, a drama-free summer amongst its mostly twenty-something staff.
The twelve councilors, five men and seven women, had actually managed to bond as a team, rather than fucking each other madly until everyone was fighting over who fucked who.
The Camp Administrator, Fredrick, was more than pleased to have had such a pleasant, hard-working staff, and thus was generously going to reward them for it. Tonight, on the final night of camp, Fredrick was going to buy everyone a keg, and let them throw a full on party in the woods once the kids were confined to their cabins. He even volunteered himself and his wife to monitor the cabins, so that none of them had to work on their final night.
However, Fredrick's beliefs that the camp group were not fucking each other blindly, was unequivocally false. Damian had slept with both Lindsey and Rebecca, while Brock had slept with Lindsey, Rebecca, Yasmine and Chloe. Logan had dated Hayley, but also had sex with Chloe before that. Bruce had been teased for having a weird thing for black girls, having fucked both Janine and Yasmine. And Kalil, he had fucked Janine, Lindsey and Chloe, and there had been real drama between him and Brock over Chloe. Everyone had
been fucking everyone. All except for Taylor.
It wasn't entirely for lack of trying. Every guy except maybe Logan had made a pass at her at one point or another during the summer, but Taylor really wasn't good at flirting. Most of the other kids were well-to-do party animals just making money for the summer, which wasn't Taylors style.
She liked to drink. She had plenty of fun being friends with these guys all summer, but her meek personality often meant fizzled out potential romances. And in an environment where every other person had sexually relations with AT LEAST two others made her awkwardness begin to look like prudishness.
The girls started to tease her a little. Chloe made a reference to her vagina having teeth that really made everyone laugh. Taylor tried not to let it bother her but it did. She felt a part of the group, but only as a supporting character. They made jokes, they told stories, and she just listened and was a part of it all with nothing much to contribute on her own.
She tried not to blame Dave. Her ex-boyfriend, and currently only lover, had fucked her up emotionally even if she tried to hide it. She felt so exposed thinking about being intimate with someone, after loving someone so unconditionally, and then finding out he had cheated on her dozens and dozens of times with just as many girls. How was someone supposed to trust anyone after that?
But this summer had answered that question. Those feelings of loneliness and fear had worn away, and now she wanted to get laid. Her vagina was practically begging her so, but the initial quirkiness and resistance to the guys had left her sort of in the friend zone. She was the quirky, nerdy girl everyone made jokes about, and who always laughed them off and played along, not their sexual conquest.
As the sunset on the girls' cabins, the councilors were getting the kids ready for the night activities that the administrators would oversee so they could get drunk. When the other girls were done, they all made their way to the Woman's Councilor Cabin to get ready for their evening. Everyone was broiling over with excitement. Despite the drama, even if Frederick didn't notice, the girls still got along warmly with one another most of the time.
They had very distinct personalities, and were all very different from one another, which probably prevented any few of them from establishing cliques or 'besties'. Everyone had a roll and fulfilled it.
Yasmine, she was sort of a black woman stereotype, loud and (over) confident, but she could regal you with any story no matter how mundane. Janine, she was sort of the anti-black woman stereotype. She was more like Taylor, quiet, bookish, clearly enjoyed nerdier topics like Taylor. The only difference is she had a fuller body. Large breasts, a shapely butt, and perfectly proportion hips. She was like a walking cardboard cutout of what a model should look like.
Rebecca and Lindsey were as close to 'besties' as the group allowed. They had a sort of symbiotic relationship, needing and both rejecting the opinion of the other. The fact that Lindsey had slept with Kalil, a black guy, and Rebecca hadn't had become a quiet discussion between the two when Yasmine and Janine weren't around. Taylor would her Rebecca ask some questionably ignorant questions about 'being blacked'. Taylor probably like them the least if she had to choose.
Hayley was your wonder girl. Funny, smart, charismatic, never bitchy and always bringing positivity forward. She had dark hair and emerald eyes to match her body. She had only dated and slept with Logan all summer, and even handed his cheating on her with eloquence. "It wasn't like we were getting married or anything. You're a piece of shit, but Chloe is fucking hot," had been her exact words.
And Chloe was fucking hot. She was blonde, tall, athletic and naturally looked better than any girl without make up. She was just stunning and aesthetically pleasing to look at. During lake related activities, even Taylor would give looks at Chloe's bikini adorned body.
Which just left Taylor. Some guys would call girls hot, or stunning, or gorgeous. Taylor was cute. Some guys would call a girls' bikini body smoking, or mesmerizing or perfect. Taylor was adorable. Some guys would call a girl hilarious or brilliant or tantalizing. Taylor was fun.
Taylor was the seventh most attractive out of seven very attractive people. She had dirty blonde hair that never fell right. She had blue eyes, but none as captivating as some girls. She was average height, roughly five-foot-six-inches, and had B-cup breasts, a flat stomach, but not toned or fat-less. She had alright legs, a semi-ample ass that she was thankful at least wasn't flat. She was the kind of girl whose grandmother once called 'handsome'.
It was hard to belief in her college circle she was the 'hot' one in comparison to Camp Black Rock. But that had been before Dave. Maybe her lower self-confidence had an adverse effect?
Taylor snapped out of her thoughts when Hayley knocked on her bedroom door.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
Taylor was not ready. Taylor was nowhere near how ready Hayley was. Hayley was never really flashy in the way she dressed or did her hair. She just always looked good and that's how it was, but tonight she was above and beyond.
Taylor had never been much of a girl who wears crop tops or exposes a lot of skin, but she would be tough to disagree that the way Hayley was dressed was anything short of mesmerizing. She had a red crop top that only pretended to be a shirt. It ended full four inches above her belly button, only enough material to cover her breasts and a little of her tummy. She had a light black shawl draped over herself to make it more 'conservative'. All it did was frame her perfect sexy tummy in a black and red square. She wore simple blue jeans and sneakers beyond that.
"I might need a minute," Taylor objected to Hayley's giggling.
"Well, hurry up. I'm thirsty," Hayley said.
Taylor got up to get dressed, looking at herself still in uniform in the mirror. It had been years, she told herself. Dave was a bad memory that she had let dictate her actions for too long. Tonight wasn't about looking for love or anything. Tonight, more than anything, on the last day of camp, Taylor wanted to get laid.
She took off her shirt, looking down at her pale stomach with her hands on her hips. She looked good, she told herself. Her stomach was flat. She didn't have perfect curves like Janine or a body sculpted like a goddess like Chloe, but she was undeniably in good shape. She pulled off her khaki pants and replaced them with denim short shorts that exposed a good bit of her leg.
Then, she put on her most favorite top and returned to the mirror. It was purple, loose fitted and comfortable and covered all of her body. She looked good in it, but the more she looked at herself, the more she didn't want to just look like herself. She wanted to be a more confident Taylor.
She took off her purple shirt and put it back with her stuff and found a shirt she liked a little less. It was black and fit her like a glove. It had definitely been from high school when she had smaller boobs and a slightly thinner body. The shirt barely stretched down enough to cover her stomach. It was barely able to contain her B-cup cleavage as her breasts were trying to spill out from them. She looked in the mirror, trying to will the confidence into herself and then made her way into the woods for the kegger.
She was the last to arrive but probably made the most impressive entrance. Everyone stopped to momentarily gawk at Taylor before returning to their conversations.
Damian was the first to hand her a beer, "Hey Tay-tay. We were worried you weren't going to show,"
Damian was that cute guy in a 90s movie. Dusty, moppy hair with a charming smile and a casualness about him. He had a nice face, a decent body and from what Taylor heard Rebecca and Lindsey say, a pretty fantastic penis.
