Chapter One
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Natalia's POV.
"Oh, oh my gosh," Cherry's high-pitched moan fills the cubicle.
Her long nails scrape across my scalp, mussing my hair. Her fingertips press against my head, keeping me between her pale thighs. My hands are cupping her buttocks, holding her in place as I bury my tongue in her sweet pussy. She tastes so clean, not sweet or sour, just clean. I lap up the juices her greedy pussy leaks onto my face.
"Don't stop," she begs.
She doesn't need to tell me that she's close, I can feel her trembling. I drag my tongue up to her clit and circle around it with my tongue. I make rings around it over and over until she gasps and crumbles above me. She comes loudly, shouting out her pleasure. Her moans are drowned out by the music. I'm not worried about anyone hearing her.
"Oh, fuck Talia," she groans and shakes like a leaf.
I wait until she's finished climaxing, then I pull back and sit back on my ankles. I lick my lips and wipe my hand over my mouth. No doubt she's smudged my foundation, but I don't care. I straighten back up to my full height, 5"3, and three inches short than the adorable Cherry.
"That was..." She blows out a breath and runs her hand through her long, wavy blonde hair. "Wow."
"My pleasure," I reply, smirking widely.
She hovers, confusing me as to why she isn't leaving. She got what she wanted. Cherry looks nervous, shifting from one foot to another.
"I, um...don't you want me to, you know...help you?"
My eyes widen in surprise. Cherry and I have hooked up a couple times, but she's never wanted to touch me before. I thought getting off by a girl was the extent of her bi tendencies.
"You want to touch me?" I ask, surprised.
"Yes," she admits shyly. "But um, I don't know how."
I think about it for a second and then decide to go easy on her.
"Give me your hand," I tell her.
She slowly offers it out to me. I take her hand and slip it under my skirt. I push my thong aside and press her fingers to my pussy lips. She gasps and looks at me with wide eyes. I can feel how wet I am on my own fingers over hers. I press her fingers inside my labia so that they make contact with my clit, then I move my hips to start humping her hand.
Cherry blushes so deeply that she has to look away. I know she's embarrassed. I'm about to pull her hand out and tell her that it's alright, but then she presses harder and leans in to nuzzle my neck. I lean my head back to give her more access. Her soft lips kiss my neck. I close my eyes and lean into the feelings she's creating in me. It only takes a minute for my orgasm to hit. I moan quietly and finish rubbing myself against her fingers.
I pull her hand out of my thong and bring them up to my lips. She watches with her mouth hanging open as I suck my own juices off her fingers.
"Now I've tasted both of us," I tell her, giggling.
She giggles back and shakes her head, making her blonde waves quake. Her lips are tempting, but I don't kiss Cherry. This is just sex between us. Besides, she's got a boyfriend.
"You should go back to Dex, he's probably blowing a gasket right now."
She blushes and rolls her eyes. "Ugh, I cba for his rant. Um, thank you?"
"Thank you," I reply cheekily and grin at her.
Cherry steps out of the cubicle and checks her hair in the mirror. She shoots me one last smile and then steps outside. I close the cubicle door, put my hand back in my thong and make myself come again. My clit is still throbbing.
The second orgasm takes the edge off. I breathe out in relief and leave the cubicle. I wash my hands, wishing I had someone with a dick to fill me up. I feel empty, I need to be filled. I guess guy's have one use.
I pull out my phone but Brad hasn't replied to my text. He's usually more reliable than this, but I suppose it is Saturday after all. He's probably got plans. I click on Ashley's message thread and sigh. My message hasn't even delivered. He's most likely at his brother's cabin where's there no signal.
Great, no dick for me tonight.
It's a warm night as I step out onto the dirt in my sandals. The bonfire is a flaming light on the shore, a beacon to the party that I ignore. Knowing that I'm not going to be satisfied by a guy tonight, I don't really want to go back to the party and drink and get horny.
I turn back towards the cabins, intending to end my evening in bed with one of my vibrators.
"There you are!"
I smile at my best friend, Tasha, who comes running over. Natalia and Natasha. We've been friends for five years, the amount of time we've been doing Camp Shore together. When we first met, we thought it was cool that our names were similar and we nicknamed ourselves Talia and Tasha. The nicknames stuck and now it's all anyone calls us.
"Where have you been?” She asks and wraps her arm around my waist.
“Cherry,” I reply, knowing that just her name is an explanation in itself.
"Really? For God's sake, Talia. Dex is really drunk, he's gonna be so pissed."
"I imagine that's why she came to find me," I reply dryly.
"Why they are still together is beyond me," she mutters.
"I know, their relationship is super toxic."
Tasha pins me with a firm look. "Not all relationships have to be, you know."
My phone vibrates and we both look down at it. Brad is calling. I grin up at my friend.
"Gotta go."
She reaches out and grabs my wrist, her face a picture of concern. I already know what she's going to say before she opens her mouth, "You're never going to find someone if you keep choosing meaningless hook-ups, Talia."
I roll my eyes at her. I don't understand the obsession with finding someone. Not everyone wants to be in a relationship.
"Sure I am," I reply breezily. "How many romance books have you read that started with the male lead fucking other women before he found 'the one' who made him want to stop and settle down?"
She purses her lips together and frowns at me. I keep grinning back.
"The only difference is, I'm the female lead screwing around," I tell her and hold up my phone. "Don't be sexist, Tash. Gotta take this, sorry."
I turn away from her and swipe to accept the call. "Brad? Hey."
The phone call lasts all of one minute. He's celebrating a friend's engagement and can't see me tonight. I'm disappointed but pleasantly surprised that he's called to let me know instead of just texting me. We agree to meet later in the week and hang up.
As I'm walking to the lodgings, I hear Dex and Cherry fighting. I take the longer path to avoid them seeing me.
"Maybe if you fucked me properly, I wouldn't have to go to Natalia!"
"That's bullshit and you know it! You just like making me jealous!"
"Oh yeah, and what do you call pulling that whore onto your lap in the bar last week then, huh? What were you trying to do, Dex?"
I wince at their fighting and walk faster, desperate to get back to the sanctity of my cabin. They've been on-again off-again for the last year. I don't honestly know why they're together, they need counselling or something.
The irony being that they are camp counsellors here at Camp Shore.
I let myself into my cabin with a sigh and kick my shoes off. I roll my shoulders and pour myself a glass of water.
The kids arrive on Monday. Four weeks of eleven to fifteen year olds running wild. Strangely enough, I love it. They're at the age where they're starting to work out who they want to be and I love guiding them in that process. There's too many fucked up people out there, I like to think we can have a hand in giving them some really great, stable and safe childhood memories.
Like the ones I had before adulthood ruined it.
Blake's POV.
Camp Shore.
I stare up at the sign as I drive under it and straighten my shoulders. I turn off the engine to my motorcycle and roll it the rest of the way into the parking lot. There's dust and mud everywhere, I don't need to be churning all that shit up.
Stepping off my bike, I stretch out my back and my legs. I've been on it for over an hour and at twenty-five, I get a hell of lot more aches than I did at eighteen when I first got my baby. I take off my helmet and look around.
It hasn't honestly changed all that much since I was last here, which is crazy because it was a decade ago. The cabins are the same, although they've been updated and repaired. The shore, which I can see through the trees, looks just how I remember it. My chest tightens and I push the nostalgia away. I have all summer to get lost in memories. Right now, I need to check in.
At the main cabin, I find Laurie and Geoff, the managers of the camp and my bosses for the next four weeks. I get the key to my cabin, the one that I pay a quarter of my salary to rent, and unpack my stuff that I loaded onto my bike. I take a shower and change into shorts and a shirt.
Geoff meets me outside my cabin and starts to show me around. He knows I used to come here as a kid and points out the areas that are still the same. I'm pleased to see they've bought all new water sports equipment, some things should be updated.
The second I step out of the cabin, I'm getting stared at. Piercings, tattoos and oh yeah, a shaved head, will do that. I keep my expression indifferent as Geoff shows me around. I imagine most people are wondering why this scary-looking guy is choosing to be around screaming kids for four weeks.
So am I, to be honest.
I drink in the sight of the gorgeous brunette standing at the water's edge. Her hair is thick and wavy and falls to her waist. Her legs, slender and toned, are tanned under her shorts. There’s a blonde next to her but I pay her no mind.
At the end of the tour, Geoff introduces me to the other counsellors who are in the break room. The brunette and blonde from the shore still aren't back. I try to remember their names as he rattles them off; Dex, Cherry, Sharon, Will, Freddie, Daisy. Apparently the blonde and brunette are Natalia and Natasha. I have no which one is which.
By lunch, I've found my crowd. Will and Freddie sit with me at a table in the air-con filled catering cabin, towards the end where the counsellors eat. I look out at the rest of the huge space. Rows of empty tables and chairs, waiting to be filled by eager children. I remember sitting at these tables, looking up at this exact roof. Wooden boards painted blue with white fluffy clouds.
I feel better already knowing that I have people to hang with. Despite the fact we're all adults, I was nervous about coming here. I'm not great at putting myself out there.
I find out that Will and Freddie love code and chess as much as I do. I resist telling them about my last endeavour, not knowing how they'll react. I brought a chess set with me, I never travel without one.
After we've eaten, I fetch it form my cabin and we sit around a picnic bench in the trees. I show them how to perfectly execute a Nimzo-Indian Defense opening. They’re so impressed, I let down my guard and admit that my friends back home call me Nim. Short for Nimzo, short for the Nimzo-Indian Defense, my favoured opening in chess.
"Nim, you want anything?" Fred asks, getting to his feet for a drink.
"I'm good, thanks," I reply.
"Really, are we going to do this again?"
I look up at the sound of a voice I don't recognise. I spot the hot brunette through the trees. That guy Dex is standing opposite her, his fists clenched into his sides. Immediately, my back is up. She's standing with her hands on her hips, glaring at Dex, who's glaring right back.
"Just stay away from her, alright? Stay the fuck away."
He starts to storm away, but she strides after him, snapping "She's the one that comes to me, asshole."
"Fuck you."
"Don't be mad just cause I fuck your girlfriend better than you," she shouts after Dex.
Will chuckles and shakes his head. The brunette scowls and disappears back into the catering cabin.
"Problem is she’s right," Will mutters, chuckling.
"Who is that?" I ask.
Will smirks and explains, "That's Talia. Cherry and Dex have been dating for like a year but they're always breaking up or trying to make each other jealous. Cherry hooks up with Talia occasionally and Dex loses it."
My eyes widen and I look over at the cabin.
"Natalia is gay?" I check, hating the words as I say them.
Why do I hate that she won't be into me?
"Nope, bi," Will corrects.
My hopes lift again. My initial judgement still stands.
She's fucking hot.
