I sighed and acquiesced, sitting down on the couch and removing my sweater.
Felicia went into her room and then came back with a bottle of massage oil. “The shirt, too, Ben.”
I arched an eyebrow at her.
“How do you expect me to do this with the shirt in the way?” She held up the bottle of oil.
Feeling slightly naughty while I was doing it, I removed my shirt and set it on top of my sweater beside me. Yeah, this was a DUMB idea, one that would probably get me into a lot of trouble with Adrienne. But I didn’t care anymore. Screw the girls and their migraine-inducing problems.
Hell, maybe I should fuck Felicia, just to spite the girls. THAT would show them, hurt them back for all this agony they were putting me through. And it would feel sooo good.
I heard Felicia heating up her hands, rubbing them together with the slickness of oil between them. And then she touched me, a soothing warmth as her magic fingers began to dance on my bare skin.
I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was by how good Felicia was at this. She was deceptively powerful for her slight frame, finding strength without obvious musculature. Her hands glided professionally along my shoulders and down my spine, around and around. I felt the slick pressure of each digit as it skimmed across my bare skin, teasingly ticklish as well as relaxing. She soothed. She rubbed. And everywhere her fingers touched, my nerves rejoiced in utter satisfaction.
“Ohhh…” I groaned as my muscles relaxed beneath Felicia’s commands. They say you can tell a lot about a lover’s body control by the way they massage you. If it were true, Felicia had to be DYNAMITE in the sack.
I didn’t flinch when I felt the soft touch of her lips between my shoulder blades. In fact, I hummed happily at the tender intimacy.
“Feel good?” she whispered sensuously right into my ear.
“Mmm…” I moaned in response. It felt really good. And she was making me feel even better. As her hands glided across my shoulders, I felt my posture sagging as muscles relaxed. And all the while my mind started to lift free of its earthly housing, my consciousness drifting away into pleasurable bliss.
“Ben…” she said softly while continuing to rub.
“Mmm?” I hummed, feeling rapturous with relaxation.
“You remember when I said that we weren’t going to sleep together?” Her hands danced around my neck muscles, making my head loll forward.
“Mm-hm…” I mumbled an affirmative. Gawd this felt good.
“I was lying,” she husked, and her hand circled around to my shorts.
Somewhere along the way, while my back, neck, and shoulder muscles had been relaxing, my cock had been getting harder and harder. It was rock solid by the time Felicia wrapped her bare hand around my shaft. It felt sooo good, the same warm pressure tightening around my most sensitive skin as she began stroking me in an expert grip. But that’s when my conscious mind woke up and I jerked off the couch, almost tripping with her hand shoved into my shorts. “Whoa! Whoa!” My brain was racing.
“C’mon, Ben! You KNOW you want to.”
“I said I DIDN’T want to! I’ve got a girlfriend!” I tried to protest, even as my eyes ran up and down Felicia’s body, my mind imagining all the fucking we could be doing.
“You KNEW what you were getting into when you came into this cabin, Ben. Face it. You’re horny for me and I KNOW I want that dick in me sometime before I leave.”
“Felicia, it’s not gonna happen,” I whimpered, half-not believing myself.
“It’s already happening, Ben. You’ve had what, three, four chances to turn me away already?” Felicia stood and posed, running her hands up and down her own fabulous body to make sure I could see how magnificent her beauty. “I’ve made my intentions clear for DAYS. But you keep flirting back. You keep talking to me, Ben. Why? Why, when it’s so obvious what I want from you?”
“I’m just trying to be polite!”
Felicia laughed. “Is that what you’re telling yourself? Just wait, Ben. One of these days you’re going to get fed-up with your little girlfriend drama and I’ll be right here. Just sex. Just you shoving your thick cock anywhere you want in my body, Ben. Isn’t this a fuckable body? Don’t you want to shove that weapon inside me? I know I’ve been thinking about it since last year. I want to feel your cum spurting against my insides, Ben. Anywhere you want, Ben. Any hole you want. No strings attached. And at the end of camp, I’ll leave without any drama. Just sex, Ben. Just fan-fucking-tastic fucking, so good you’ll be fantasizing about it for years to come, Ben.”
“Ohhh…” I groaned, ridiculously naughty images racing through my brain. My eyes flared with undisguised lust.
“Come on, Ben,” Felicia husked as she stepped forward, putting her left hand against my bare chest while reaching for my cock again with her right, sliding her fingers once again around my shaft. Her pale blue eyes clicked left and right staring into mine. “I need it, Ben. I need you.”
My lower jaw quivered. The animal inside me, the one that rejoiced in having a few dozen sexual partners in the past couple of years, roared its approval. It was my nature, and it would be sooo easy to give in.
I grabbed Felicia’s head in my hands, growling deep in my throat as I jerked her face towards me, pulling her lips towards mine. Her hand clenched around my dick and she puckered in anticipation…
… but I loved Adrienne. And I loved Dawn. And both my heart and my soul would never be the same if I did this. I wasn’t just a kid anymore, being led around by my dick. It was like my mom had said: I had to prove I’d matured.
My lips stopped just a fraction of an inch away from Felicia’s. I clenched my teeth, preventing myself from closing the gap, and I growled. “Goodbye, Felicia.” Then I quickly jerked away and grabbed my shirt and sweater, moving quickly before my dick took over control of my brain.
Felicia just grinned. “You’ll be back.”
I ignored her and headed for the door. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I HAD known what I was getting into. Why the hell had I gone inside the cabin?
Shaking my head angrily to myself, I blew out the door and down the patio steps onto the dirt path, jerking my shirt over my head. I had to find Adrienne. I had to make this work.
After nearly an hour of scouring the campfire, cabin, main lodge, and other common areas for my girlfriend, I gave up and headed straight back to the cabin to wait her out.
I was sitting out on the bench when my parents returned with Eden and Emma in tow. I stood and asked, “Hey, have you seen Adrienne?”
They all shook their heads. My parents understood. Emma was the one to ask, “Are you and Adrienne having a fight?”
“Something like that.”
“It’s okay, Ben,” Eden reassured me. “We know she loves you.”
“Thanks.”
Everybody went inside.
And I waited…
And I waited…
Just before 9pm, Brooke’s curfew at camp, she arrived with DJ. I stood up and asked, “Hey, have you seen Adrienne?”
The girls looked at each other. DJ answered, “No. Have you seen Dawn?”
I shook my head.
The girls shrugged and the girls then turned to each other, hugging goodbye. Impulsively, DJ then scurried over to me and hugged me as well, rubbing herself into my chest with a giggle before turning and going into her own cabin. Then Brooke came back to me. “You okay, Ben?”
“Yeah,” I answered half-heartedly.
Brooke wrapped her arm around my waist. “What’s wrong?”
I sighed. “I screwed up.”
Brooke was quiet for a few moments before asking softly, “Felicia?”
I sighed and nodded. Was I that transparent?