Authors Notes:
The events in this story take place in Pembrokshire, Wales, a part of the UK. The "caravans" referred to are static homes, or trailer homes (for our transatlantic cousins). Yes we Brits hire these things by the week to go on holiday (well some of us do).
This is my first ever story. I hope at least some of you enjoy it. All constructive criticism is gratefully received.
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Beth jogged effortlessly through the woods, the well worn path illuminated by dappled sunlight breaking through the trees. As part of her daily ritual the five mile run hardly fazed her these days, but the scenery was certainly a welcome change from the suburbs she usually ran through. She splashed through a shallow stream, the icy cold water harsh against her bare calves, the chill soon washed away by the heat of her exertion. Her gear was light, a necessary concession to the heat of the mid summers day. Black lycra shorts extended half way down her firm thighs, their tightness looking as if she had applied them with a spay can. Her modest B cup breasts were supported by a white sports bra, leaving her well defined abs on open display. As usual when she worked out Beth's curly mane of red hair was tied back in a pony tail. Beth would never be a makeup model, she knew that. Her tom boy features and freckled complexion made sure of it, but she'd had her own fair share of admirers. As she broke through the tree cover the caravan site she was holidaying at spread out before her.
Beth's relationship had broken up last autumn, shortly after her 24th birthday, and she'd spent all the following winter moping about and feeling sorry for herself. One thing that had stayed with her through those long dark months was her addiction to exercise. Ironically one of the things that had put a strain on her relationship was also the thing that kept her functioning as a human being after her heart break. As the winter nights grew shorter so her spirits finally started to lift until one fresh spring morning she decided enough was enough and booked an extended 8 week holiday in Pembrokshire, South Wales. Her only plan for these two months was to relax, exercise, read a pile of books and generally feel more like a human being and less like a disposable napkin thrown in the trash. As for a relationship, no she wasn't ready for that yet. Her heart was still too fragile to risk getting involved, and when her body craved release there was always masturbation, something she had found herself doing several times a day since arriving at the camp.
As she rounded the corner she saw the new occupants of the next door caravan had arrived while she was on her run. A car was surrounded by half unpacked bags, evidence of a very disorganised and hectic unpacking session. The joyful laughter coming from inside the caravan brought a smile to Beth's lips, it sounded like some people were already in the holiday mood.
A blond haired young woman, in her late teens, came bouncing down the caravan steps and waved at Beth who came to a halt panting slightly.
"Hi there, you must be my new neighbours, names Beth."
"Hiya, I'm Suzie," The girl flashed a bright smile back, "we just got here. Having a few issues unpacking, no idea where half of this crap came from and even less of an idea where we're going to put it. But then who wants to waste time unpacking when you're on holiday!"
Suzie looked like she could hardly contain her excitement and Beth found herself grinning at the younger woman.
"Yeah, I know that feeling," she chuckled.
Overhearing the conversation outside two more women emerged from the caravan, happy grins on their faces. Suzie flicked a lock of golden hair out of her eyes and made the introductions.
She gestured to a tall girl with wavy black hair and a Mediterranean complexion, "This is Keena, we call her the man eater." Keena scowled mockingly at Suzie but clearly took the jibe in good humour. Keena, like Suzie was dressed quite casually in shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt.
"And this little pixie we call Pip." A girl with delicate, almost elven like features smiled back at Beth. Her hair was platinum blond and cut short and spikey. Unlike her friends Pip was dressed in black leggings and a long baggy white t-shirt.
Beth smiled warmly at her new neighbours, "Hi guys, my names Beth, and I'm stopping in that delightful palace," she gestured over her shoulder towards her caravan before wiping a bead of perspiration from her brow.
"Damn girl, look at you, you been running or something?" muttered Keena as she looked Beth up and down.
"Just a quick five miles." explained Beth dismissively as she stretched out her tight leg muscles, unconcerned by her revealing attire and the sheen of sweat covering her exposed skin.
Suzie quickly quipped, "The only running Keena does is to the bar!"
A big grin spread over Keena's face "Hey, we hardly know Beth here and already you make me sound like an alcoholic tramp!"
Suzie looked admonishingly at the dark haired girl, "And your point is....?" All three young women broke into fits of giggles at what must be an ongoing joke, Beth grinned at their banter.
"Aaaaanyway," spoke Suzie "when we've unpacked we're off to the pub, get a few drinks, check out the talent, have a bit of fun!"
Keena grinned wickedly as she turned to Pip, "You hear that, drinks and talent, better make sure you got a few condoms in your purse," she teasingly nudged a deeply blushing Pip.
"Errr Keena?" interjected Suzie. "I think you're confusing sweet innocent Pip with yourself again."
"Hey she knows I'm only teasing," said Keena as she gave to short haired girl a sisterly hug. "How about you Beth? Want to come with us? Drinking is compulsory, getting laid is optional, but firmly encouraged."
Beth watched Pips eyes roll at the last comment. She felt some empathy for the teenager as it certainly wasn't her idea of a night out. She knew she still wasn't ready to hit the town again, not yet, and besides the young men these girls would be looking for held no interest at all for Beth.
She gave a wry smil, "That's a tempting offer but I'll pass thanks, I'm just looking for a quiet time this holiday."
"You're not the only one," sighed Pip, a slightly worn look on her elfin face.
Keena playfully hugged Pip closer, "Awww ain't she cute," she teased as she pecked Pip on the top of her spikey hair. "I brought her here a girl and it's my mission to make sure she goes home a woman!"
Pip wrestled out of Keena's playful grasp a look of exasperation on her face, "I told you, I'm not interested in that sort of thing!"
