Note: All of the characters are over eighteen and all but two are exactly eighteen.
The Flower
The weather was warm but not hot as we walked on the trail through the woods. Late spring was turning into early summer, the plants were in bloom, the air filled with the sounds of insects and our own chatter. The pack I was carrying chafed on my shoulders. It wasn't particularly heavy, just filled with some changes of clothes and toiletries but I wasn't used to carrying a pack. Or hiking. Or doing anything physical, actually. I was tall but skinny, all knobby knees and gangly limbs. The gentle heat was making the sweat drip from my thick dark hair and down into my eyes behind my glasses. My haircut was an attempt to be fashionable but turned out to just look like a butt with a big crease down the center, now stuck to my skull.
The hike was part of an outing for my church youth group. We were all seniors and this is what the seniors did -- hike to a cabin, stay for a few days, and then hike back. It was supposed to bring us closer to God and celebrate our time together. There were eight of us and two chaperones, the youth minister and his wife, who was a ballet instructor. She was the reason at least two of the members, both ballet dancers, were in this group and on this hike. There were ten seniors in our group, three boys including me, and seven girls. Two of the boys weren't with us -- Derek couldn't come and John had gotten sick and cancelled at the last minute -- leaving just me and seven girls my age. You would think it would be heaven but I was so crushingly shy that I would never make a move on any of them. It would take a miracle, or maybe some dark magic, for me to get with any of them.
It didn't help that all the girls were hot. The ballet dancers were named Amanda and Wendy and were at the front of the line chatting about dance. Both of them were tall but Amanda appeared taller. She was more lithe while Wendy was more muscular, though both were in great shape. They weren't the sticks one thought of when thinking of ballet dancers; both of them had decent sized tits and wide hips narrowing to slim waists. Amanda had hair that was completely brown, while Wendy's was more auburn. Amanda was generally a pretty quiet girl and dressed the part with bland tan shorts and matching tank top. Wendy on the other hand wore black satin athletic shorts cut to show plenty of thigh and a spaghetti tank top that bound to her curves. While Amanda's makeup looked natural, Wendy had her eyeliner and eyeshadow done so her eyes popped.
Behind the ballet dancers were the cheerleaders, also chatting with each other. Erin was one of the girls who was on the bottom of the pyramids, stout and muscular. She was as tall as Amanda. Because of her build, her breasts, normal sized, appeared small but her ass kept up with her frame and was round and muscled. She was wearing satin women's athletic shorts like Wendy but had gray spandex biker shorts underneath, the legs extending past her shorts seams. Her sweaty t-shirt was tied at her waist to show her figure. The other cheerleader, Kristen, had only been part of the group since Christmas break. She'd been sent to live with her aunt who lived in our town. The word was that her boyfriend had videoed them having sex and distributed it. They were both adults so it wasn't illegal but she was apparently humiliated and had to leave her school. None of us could find the video online. Technically, she wasn't a cheerleader. She had been one at her old school but the cheer coach didn't find her "moral enough" to be a cheerleader at our school. She was certainly a sex magnet: short, with blonde hair hanging to the sides in pigtails, huge tits, bubble butt. She was dressed like a slut too: leather booty shorts that barely covered her ass and showed she was wearing a thong, and a tight spaghetti strap tank top that showed the lines of her lace bra. Her makeup just reinforced her reputation, heavily done, while Erin's was minimal. While they had cheerleading in common, they didn't talk about it, sticking to the most generic topics.
Behind them were a couple more blondes. Jamie was the tallest girl, almost as tall as me, and had a blonde bob. She was stouter than Erin and more curvy, her tits and ass round and giving her an hourglass figure. She talked a lot about her boyfriend but had once said that, if she didn't have him, she'd date me. That was easily the most a girl had ever hit on me. Her khaki shorts were down to just above her knee and she was wearing a tight athletic top. I always thought her makeup looked amateurish and now was no exception -- too much rouge maybe. Her companion on the trip was Cheryl who, physically, was the exact opposite. While she shared the blonde bob, she was short and stick-shaped, with narrow hips and literally no tits. She could have passed for a boy and her square-cut shorts and tank top weren't helping, though the pink rouge on her pale cheeks gave her a little more feminine look. She was definitely the chattiest of the group, talking and laughing with Jamie, bringing the tall girl out of her shell.
At the back, I was walking with Jennifer, a girl as geeky as me. She had black hair to her shoulders, a hawkish nose, accentuated by makeup emphasizing her cheekbones, and glasses. She was also shifting in her pack and wiping sweat out of her eyes. While her face and manner were that of a geek, her body popped, with big breasts, only eclipsed by Kristen's, and wide hips and a round butt. Her green capris pants and beige t-shirt couldn't hide her figure. While we were both nerds, we were nerds in different ways. She was all about real science and I was about science fiction. We probably would be walking in silence except one of the chaperones, Heather, was walking with us, chatting companionably and keeping us engaged. While Jennifer's thick black hair fell around her shoulders, the ballet teacher's thick black hair was pulled into a ponytail. She walked like a duck, feet turned out, but the muscles in her legs, visible under her own satin female athletic shorts, formed smooth, round lines. I knew she had small tits, not as small as Cheryl's, but her t-shirt, the neck cut out, showed her toned chest and back muscles. Her husband, Kevin, the other chaperone, had gone ahead. He was only a couple of inches taller than his wife, about 5' 8" and wore glasses and a trimmed beard, black going to grey, and a short haircut. He was thin and not athletic at all.
It was Kevin's loss that he wasn't there when we found the flower. The three of us at the back came up to find the other six teens standing in a circle. Erin had the flower, easily three feet across, in her arms. "It smells so good," Cheryl exclaimed and took a big sniff. All the other girls followed suit, talking about how good it smelled. Jennifer and Heather and I joined the circle and filled our own noses with the sweet scent. I thought it had a bit of a fishy smell but none of the others did. Instead, each of them, after taking in a lungful, looked at me in a strange, almost penetrating, way. Afterwards, I could only think that they were imprinting on me. If Kevin had been there, some of them might have imprinted on him, but it was just me.
We all continued on, Erin carrying the big flower to the cabin waiting for us. The girls got back to chatting but, while they had been oblivious to me earlier, now they would often sneak looks back at me. Heather and Jennifer, abreast of me, were almost staring at me. So it was that I was more popular than I'd ever been when we got to the cabin.
Kevin met us inside, and we dropped our stuff off in the sleeping rooms. I had the boys' room all to myself, though several of the girls insisted that the girls' room was too small for all of them and that they should be allowed to share a room with me. Kevin said no, though Heather seemed about to agree with the girls. The chaperones would sleep in their own large bedroom. The afternoon was filled with team-building exercises, including a ropes course on the ground and a variety of other activities. By the time it was dinner, we were all hot and exhausted.
We took turns with chores, and it was my job to help Kevin with the cooking, making me even hotter. The ingredients for our meals, as well as the other supplies for the week, had been delivered before we got there. The sun dipped down as we ate dinner and it got suddenly quite cold, especially in our sweaty clothes. We gathered in the common room, a large open room with more than enough couches and chairs set around so we could talk, and a huge fireplace. Kevin started a fire to warm us from the evening chill.
The Game
"What should we do?" Cheryl asked, still bubbly despite all our activities.
There was quiet and then Wendy said, "We could play cards." The ballet dancer was into playing cards and often taught us games during our youth group meetings.
"There's an awful lot of us," Erin mused.
