Warning: sneaking kink, fingering, unprotected sex
Request by MaeFL0w3r
"We should really go help set up," I whispered. "And we probably shouldn't do this again. Not while the kids are here."
"The kids arrive tomorrow," Joe smirked down at me as he dragged his finger up and down my bare arm.
I rolled over, slightly laying on him. "I mean it, Joe. We can't be hooking up all summer. We have kids we're supposed to keep an eye on."
"We can be sneaky," he chuckled as he put his hand behind his head.
"Joe," I sighed as I sat up, pulling the thin cabin blanket with me. "We're camp counselors. Senior camp counselors. Which means we're in charge of the other counselors and the kids. We have to. . ."
Joe cut me off by pulling me back into his chest and kissing me. I sighed as I slowly started kissing him back. He rolled us over so he was hovering over me without breaking the kiss. I couldn't stop the moan that escaped as Joe started grinding against my leg.
"Baby," I moaned.
He broke the kiss, sending me a sad pout before leaning in and starting to kiss my neck. I cleared my throat, struggling to remember what I was going to say.
"Y/N," he chuckled as he bit my neck, "I believe you were going to say something?"
"Yeah," I said shakily. "I was um. . . I was going to say. . . We're supposed to be either decorating cabins or. . . making Welcome bags for the. . . Holy shit."
Joe pulled his mouth away from my neck, making me let out an involuntary gasp.
"So, should we go decorate Welcome bags?"
"Forget the bags," I moaned as I grabbed his face and pulled his lips back to mine. I felt his smirk as our lips moved messily in sync.
"Shouldn't we go help?" He asked between kisses. "I mean, we are Senior Camp Counselors and. . ."
"Just shut up and kiss me."
* * * * *
We walked into Welcome Basket Making late, but no one seemed to notice or care. They were too busy talking about the schedule and the group of kids we had coming this summer. Joe and I sat down at the table without skipping a beat.
We started putting the welcome kits together, listening to everyone else talking. I bit my lip when I suddenly felt a warm hand on my knee. I took a shaky breath as Joe moved his hand slowly up my leg as he massaged my thigh.
I glanced over at him, but he was still filling the bags one-handed. I tried to focus back on the Welcome Bags but Joe's hand kept creeping higher.
"Joe," I said under my breath as he got a little too high. I tried to keep my breathing somewhat normal as he started playing with my shorts.
The shakier my breath got, the harder it was for him to hide his smirk. I swore under my breath when he unbuttoned my shorts.
"Joe, what are you. . ."
I sucked in a surprised gasp when he tucked his hand into my pants, and slid his fingers into my underwear. As he danced his fingers around, I chewed my lip to keep from moaning.
"Joe," I whispered. "Stop."
"Are you sure you want me to?" He asked, his voice soft at the level that gives me chills.
"We're gonna get caught," I said between heavy breaths.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Joe asked between his teeth as he pushed further into me. I didn't bother to cover my gasp when I felt him. I bit my lip and crossed my legs, trapping Joe's hand.
"You okay, Y/N?" Another one of our counselors asked.
"Yep," I said, clearing my throat. "I was just. . . I hit my knee when I crossed my legs."
I could see Joe out of the corner of my eye struggling to hold back his laughter. I let out a sigh of relief when the other counselors let it go.
Joe leaned over and whispered, "You want me to stop and yet you trap my hand between your legs. You're very confusing, baby girl."
"Shut up," I said under my breath.
"Listen up, guys," our head counselor, Trent, said, walking into the room. "This past season was a little too wet."
I bit my lip when Joe moved his fingers around. I could barely control myself as he started massaging right where his fingers were.
"Some of the wood got soaked," Trent continued, "and we need a few people to go through it and get rid of any wood that's too wet to use."
"We'll do it," Joe volunteered us.
"Awesome," Trent said as he looked at his clipboard. "Joe and Y/N are going to handle the wood while the rest of us stay here and. . ."
I couldn't hear what Trent said because Joe leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Let's go handle that wood, baby."
I gasped when Joe swiftly pulled his fingers out of me. He got up and started to walk away before I even breathed. I was about to stand up but remembered that Joe had undone my shorts. I quickly rebutton them before following him.
I walked into the woodshed but found it empty. I looked around, struggling to understand where he had gone.
"Joe?" I called out. I gasped when a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the closed door. I had just enough time to see it was Joe before he pressed his lips to mine.
I finally let out the moan I'd been holding back since Joe sat next to me. Things quickly sped up as we tore each other's clothes off. We were pressed up against each other in just our underwear when I finally broke the kiss.
"Shouldn't we help with the wood?"
"We are," he chuckled. "Just not that wood."
* * * * *
I finished writing in my journal and was about to turn off my light when there was a soft knock at the window above my cot. I looked up, my breath getting caught in my breath.
"Joe!" I gasped. I looked over my shoulder to see my bunkmates still asleep. "What are you doing here?"
"Come with me," he whispered.
"Where?" I asked skeptically. His smirk made me nervous. "Joe," I said slowly. "We can't. . ."
"Come on," he sighed. "We haven't been alone since the day before the kids started arriving."
"So?"
"So, that was three days ago." Suddenly Joe's expression changed. "Please, Y/N. Just come with me."
"Let me put on my shoes," I sighed. "I'll meet you at the fire pit."
I quickly grabbed my shoes and threw on my jacket. I started to leave the cabin and the second I was outside, Joe appeared and grabbed my hand. Without a word, Joe led me to the fire pit. We sat down and I finally broke the silence.
"What's going on with you?" I sighed.
"I just. . . I wanted. . ."
"Spit it out, Joe."
"I hate that we only see each other every summer," he blurted out. "I really like you, Y/N. I don't want to keep going with this wishy-washy relationship. I want a real relationship with you, Y/N. I'm crazy about you. Please tell me this isn't one-sided."
I leaned over and pressed my lips to his. I felt him smile as he kissed me back. Things quickly got heated as Joe pulled me onto his lap. I broke the kiss when his hands slipped under my shirt.
"I hate that we only see each other every summer," I said, still slightly breathless. "I really like you too, Joe but. . ."
"But what, baby?"
"We don't live near each other," I sighed. "Are you really willing to do long distance?"
"For you?" Joe paused as he reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "Anything."
"But Joe. . ."
"I know it's going to be hard," he whispered. "But it's better than the alternative-only seeing each other once a summer. It's going to be rough but we can figure it out. We'll visit each other as much as possible. We'll have a weekly Facetime and a nightly call. We'll text each other as much as possible. We'll make it work."
"How can you be so sure?" I asked under my breath.
"I'm crazy about you, Y/N. I have been since the first summer we started going to this camp. Then every summer after that, I fell even harder for you. Two summers ago, our first summer as camp counselors, we were on bed check duty. We were supposed to stay up until 2 am to make sure no one woke up and tried to prank anyone."
"Instead, we snuck the beer that's usually hidden in the kitchen and got ridiculously drunk," I finished for him.
"And that was the start of our summer hookups," he sighed, pulling me closer to his chest. "And I got addicted to you. I couldn't stop thinking about you from the second we left camp that summer to the first day back the next summer. To be completely honest, I sorta social media stalked you every day for a month."
"I social media stalked you too," I whispered, scooting closer to him. Our faces were inches apart as we confessed how much this relationship actually meant to each of us.
"I don't want to leave this summer without being able to call you mine," Joe said, rubbing his nose against mine.
"Then call me yours," I said, my lips brushing against his.
Joe leaned down and closed the gap between us. He reached up and ran his fingers through my hair as our lips started moving in sync. I let out a soft moan as Joe laid us down on the bench, hovering over me.
Unlike every other time we've hooked up so far this week, this time was slow. Our lips moved slowly in sync. Our hands slowly undressed ourselves instead of each other.
Soon we were laying on one of the benches around the firepit in only our underwear. Joe reached down and started to slip my underwear off but I stopped him.
"We probably shouldn't do this here," I whispered. He just smirked as he started kissing my neck. I gasped as he slid his hand into my underwear, instantly slipping his pointer finger into me.
"Baby," I said shakily, "what if one of the kids wakes up?"
"Damn, baby girl," he moaned. "You just made us sound like a married couple."
"Sorry," I giggled. I was so focused on what he was doing with his right hand, I didn't notice his left hand moving his boxers down to his knees until I felt his bare member press against my thigh.
"Darling," I moaned as he pulled his hand out of me and moved so he was completely on top of me.
"Shhh," he whispered. I smirked as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him toward me.
"Yes, Senior Camp Counselor Joe," I said under my breath. "And what would you like me to do?"
"You know exactly what I want you to do, Senior Camp Counselor Y/N."
I opened my thighs, wrapping my right leg around his waist. He smirked as he got into a better position. He carefully straddled me without falling off the bench.
"We have to be very careful," he whispered as he got closer.
"For a number of reasons," I said, arching my back. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I moaned as I instantly started kissing him back. I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging on a few strands.
As our moans built, turning into grunts, Joe lowered himself. I gasped, biting his lip when he pushed into me. I tightened my leg around his waist as he started to thrust into me. We stopped kissing and focused on grinding against each other. The tension built as Joe slowly pulled out of me just to forcefully push back into me.
"Baby," I moaned. He chuckled as he started kissing my almost bare chest. As he bit my skin and thrust into me, I leaned my head back against the bench and pushed my hips closer to his.
He continued his movements while I grabbed his face. I pulled his face away from my chest and brought it up. I saw the look in his eyes as I pressed his lips to mine.
For a brief moment, Joe forgot about thrusting and got lost in our kiss. As our lips moved heavily in sync, he reached up and gently grabbed my face.
"I have an idea," I whispered, breaking the kiss. He hummed as he started kissing my neck. "Get dressed."
"I'd rather not," he chuckled, biting my neck.
"There's a spot on the beach that is pretty secluded," I said between shaky breaths. "Plus, none of the campers know about it, but you're not going to be wanting to walk there and back naked, baby."
Joe hummed against my skin as he slowly made his way to the other side of my neck. I gasped when he bit my collarbone. He kissed up my neck until he got to my ear. He softly bit my earlobe.
"What did you have in mind?" He asked, his voice soft, barely audible.
"Nice night for a swim, don't you think?"
Joe finally pulled away, smiling down at me. He pressed a soft kiss to my lips before getting off me and pulling me with him. We quickly got dressed before leaving camp.
Our hands were intertwined as we walked towards the lake. I pulled him away from the camp to the small area I found a few years ago.
"This place is beautiful," he smiled. "How did you find it?"
"I found this place when I was a camper here, not a counselor," I started to explain as I sat down on the grass. Joe sat next to me, instantly wrapping his arm around my waist. I leaned my head on his shoulder as I continued to tell him how I found this spot.
"That wasn't my best summer," I sighed. "A few of the girls had started bullying me. They made fun of every and any little thing they could think of. They pointed and laughed when I got dressed, when I swam, when I ate. The last straw was when they tore off my towel and made jokes in front of my camp crush. It was horrible."
Joe tightened his arm around me when my voice got stuck in my throat. I cleared my throat causing Joe to lean down and kiss the top of my head.
"I'm really sorry," he whispered. "I wish I would've been here. I could've stood up for you. I'm so sorry, baby."
"I was horribly embarrassed so I dove into the lake," I continued.
"You swam all the way here? Damn, baby girl. That's impressive."
I laughed as I relaxed more into his embrace. "Thanks," I whispered. "I hid here for hours before one of the counselors found me. Instead of dragging me back, she sat with me and we talked. I told her what had been going on and she reassured me that she would have my back. When we got back to camp, she had one conversation with the other female counselors. Everything changed."
"How?"
"All the girl counselors kinda surrounded me," I chuckled. "At least two of them were always with me, and all of them ate with me at every meal. They had my back. Even the boy counselors hung out with me. This drove those girls crazy."
"It would've driven me crazy," he whispered. I laughed as he started kissing my neck. Without pulling away, Joe laid us down. He pressed his lips to mine as he hovered over me.
Joe broke the kiss, his hand gently resting on my face. He looked into my eyes, studying me.
"Is something wrong?"
"Not at all," Joe chuckled. "I just. . . We're going to make this work, baby. I promise. I will do everything I can to make sure you feel important."
"Start now," I whispered.
"How would you like me to?" He asked, leaning down and getting closer to me.
"Say I'm yours," I said, my voice barely audible. "And make me yours."
Joe leaned down, roughly pressing his lips to mine. I smiled as things picked up. I took off his shirt, he took off mine. He took off my pants, I took off his. He was about to take off my bra, but I stopped him.
I slowly rolled us over so I was on top. Instead of continuing things, I got off him. He laughed as he sat up. He watched as I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I dropped it as I continued to walk backward toward the lake.
As he stood up, I turned around. I walked into the lake as I heard Joe stand up. I looked over my shoulder just as Joe slipped out of his boxers. He suddenly started running toward me. I laughed as he picked me up and carried me into the lake.
We were waist-deep before he put me down, wrapping his arms around my waist. He pulled me in close, both of us breathing heavily.
I stood on my toes and pressed my lips to his. As our lips moved in sync, we sunk more into the ocean. We got lost in each other as he tore my underwear off. Once they were off, I wrapped my legs around his waist.
We let out matching moans as Joe shifted so he could slip into me. I bit his lip as we started moving our hips in sync, rocking into each other. Soon, we forgot about kissing and focused on our hips.
Our foreheads were pressed together as we built each other's orgasms. Our breathing was shaky and in sync, like everything we always did when we were together.
We let out matching gasps when we reached our peaks. I finally opened my eyes to see him smiling at me.
"Y/N," he whispered, "I love you."
"I love you too, Joe."