The Walk

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We walked through the little wooded area surrounding the campground until we came to the cabin that the male counselors would sleep in, if they were here. Being between camps most had gone home and I was spending my night with the one that stayed.

I was nervous and drunk. Here I was walking in the dark, alone, hand-in-hand, with the hottest guy here, and we had arrived at his room.

We went in and he got out a bottle of Captain Morgan. We started drinking on it from the bottle back and forth. It was so nasty. Then our hands touched and it sparked something inside of us. We looked up at each other and he leaned into me and I leaned into him. We kissed. Long and Hard. As kisses do we wanted more. He ran his hands up my thigh and under my shirt. Then he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled. A sound escaped my lips. It had felt so good. I wanted more and so did he.

I pulled his shirt off. He pulled mine off. He undid my pants. I undid his. Soon we couldn't get enough of each other. It went on like this until all I had on was my bra and panties and he was in his boxer briefs. His six pack was so hard and so were other bulging things. Before I knew it he was on top of me and those thin pieces of clothes were missing from our bodies. Thankful he reached over and grabbed a condom out of his drawer. He opened it with his teeth. And put it on.

I woke up the next morning still clinging to him and not quite sure what all had happened. My head was fuzzy and pounding. Then I looked down and saw our clothes all over the floor. I was mad. I felt used. I felt violated. I got up, got dressed, and I left. I didn't want to be near him.

That wasn't so easy. He was always there. Everywhere I went. He was always smiling at me too. Eventually I started smiling at him back. He was so hot. And if I stop and think about it, it isn't like I remembered saying No and I'm sure he would have stopped if I did. In fact I think I remember enjoying it.

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