DJ rolled her eyes and said, “Get a room.” There was no heat in her voice. In fact, there was more than a trace of envy.
“We’re in a room. So maybe I should ask you to get out,” Dawn retorted.
DJ laughed and said, “Sure. After I get my clothes. Or maybe I should just permanently move my stuff into their cabin while Ben moves his gear in here.”
“Oh no,” Deanna Evans was walking by the door and she poked her head in. “Last night was one thing. I get that you two missed each other. But let’s not get carried away just yet. You two are still teenagers.”
Dawn frowned and pouted at her mom, but shrugged in acceptance. I wasn’t expecting to get ANY overnights with Dawn, so I wasn’t about to complain, lest I jeopardize any future opportunities. Mrs. Evans left, and then Dawn turned to me. “Go get changed… boyfriend.” She added the last word with enough emphasis to make my bones tingle, and she leaned over to kiss me again.
I grinned. I’d been without emotional companionship for long enough to crave it, and not only was I finding it again, I was finding it with someone truly special. “I love you, girlfriend.”
Dawn beamed. “I love you, too. Now hurry up. I’m hungry.”
“Ooh, hey there, handsome.”
The flirty comment got my attention, momentarily breaking my stride as I turned to look at the cabin where the voice came from. A tall, slender brunette with streaks of blonde in her hair reclined in a chair, her long, lithe legs propped up on the rail.
I arched an eyebrow as I realized it was Felicia Clarkson, the widely-accepted “babe” of the camp. I was just about to nod hello and continue on my way when she suddenly sat up straighter and peered at me intently. “Ben?” she asked, as if only now recognizing me.
Something in her voice made me come to a halt, and I shrugged and replied. “Yeah, I’m Ben.”
Felicia dropped her feet to the deck and stood up. I felt a twinge in my loins as I watched the grace of her movements. The flex of her legs was somehow sexual even though she was only standing upright, and my eyes drank in her lovely form as she descended the porch steps.
The 21-year-old was a model. No literally, she was a model by profession, part-time at least since she was attending college. Standing almost my height at 5’11”, she had a picture-perfect face that was dominated by big, expressive eyes with irises such a pale blue that every shot of her made her eyes look a steely grey. Her narrow face with high cheekbones made her a natural beauty for still photography. And her willowy body with well-proportioned measurements kept her in demand for anything from department store catalogs to runway shows.
Her tits weren’t the biggest, but they were still good handfuls; and she had such a firm and toned body that the mere sight of Felicia in a bikini made every dick within a hundred yards hard with desire. And what really made her the “babe” of the camp was an exquisite face with pouty lips that seemed made to be wrapped around a cock.
Those lips were currently pursed as Felicia Clarkson gave me more than a once over. “Wow, Ben,” she mused. “You’ve really grown up.”
“Well, I actually sprouted last summer,” I blushed.
“Maybe. But you’ve filled out since then.” Her eyes lingered appreciatively on my chest, which believe it or not had great definition both from exercise push-ups as well as push-ups done in the frequent act of holding myself over a girl while thrusting away at her pussy.
Being ogled like a piece of meat, now I knew better how a girl with big tits must have felt. I shrugged and looked for a new conversation. “I’m heading down to breakfast. You going down soon?”
Felicia grinned at the unspoken invite and my lack of nervousness around her. I wasn’t intimidated anymore. Felicia was a babe, true enough. But I’d been around goddesses such as Adrienne Dennis, Elyse Laughton, and even my own Dawn Evans. While certainly alluring, female beauty no longer scared me.
“I’ll go with you right now,” Felicia smiled. She bored those mesmerizing grey eyes into the back of my skull as she took a few steps to come alongside me, and then together we cruised towards the lodge, chatting aimlessly.
I got in a few words edgewise, but for the most part, Felicia talked about herself. She complained about school and marveled at all the wonderful places modeling had taken her and how once she got her degree like her parents had demanded, she would go into modeling full-time and jet-set around the world.
I smiled and nodded and ogled her body. I got to see lots of T&A in Felicia’s skimpy halter and short-shorts, and she got to talk about herself to a captive audience. We were both happy with the situation, and we smiled and flirted with each other quite pleasantly.
I also noticed one specific thing about Felicia, a subtle thing that somehow made her even more alluring to me: she didn’t walk like most of the girls I knew. That’s not to say that the way Felicia walked was strange or any way less efficient. But there was a gentle sway in her hips and a smooth grace in the way Felicia walked, as if she were gliding on ice instead of thumping down the road like I was. And her rhythmic hip movements somehow made my shorts tighter.
Once we arrived at the dining hall, Felicia quickly looked around to see how much male attention she had attracted. She got several appraising glances immediately, more than a few from lecherous middle-aged men. She soaked up the ogling with a dazzling smile on her face, but then her face quickly fell.
I looked over where Felicia was staring, and both our moods soured. My mood soured because Dawn Evans was surrounded by four cute guys who were trying to hit on her, one of whom was 22-year-old Greg Kinomoto. I felt more than a pang of jealousy hit me, and I was almost surprised to find just how jealous I really was. Seeing Megan, Cassidy, or Adrienne flirting had never really bothered me before. But this was DAWN. MY DAWN.
Felicia’s mood soured because Dawn Evans was surrounded by four cute guys who were trying to hit on her, one of whom was 22-year-old Greg Kinomoto. Now Felicia and Greg had broken up after camp last year, going their separate ways. But the beautiful girl may have been angling to reunite for the new year and clearly didn’t like to see any significant competition. And then I remembered how much Felicia and Dayna Evans had hated each other, being rivals the previous summer. Felicia would not be positively pre-disposed to Dayna’s younger sister.
Quickly, Felicia stomped over to the group and actually grabbed Greg’s elbow, tugging the larger man away. “The fuck are you doing, Greg? The girl’s sixteen!”
He screwed up his face and looked at his ex-girlfriend incredulously. “For like another week! And what do you care?” Greg nodded his head at me and asked Felicia, “You boinking this little kid yet?”
Felicia turned red and glared at her onetime boyfriend. “Ben just walked me down to breakfast. There’s nothing—”
She was cut off when Dawn separated herself from the other three amorous males and quickly wrapped herself around me. “Hey, boyfriend,” she said quickly before gripping my head in her hands and planting a juicy kiss right on my lips.
That pretty much shut up everyone around us. When Dawn pulled back, she took my hand and started tugging me away. Dazed, I offered a weak, “See ya later, Felicia.” Then I nodded to the handsome, exotic hunk. “Greg.”
Once we got out of earshot, Dawn sighed and said, “Thanks for the rescue.”
“Rescue? What’d I do?” I wondered.
“Just showing up. Gawd! I’ve had guys hitting on me all morning!”
I grinned. “That’s because you’re the most gorgeous girl in the room.”
Dawn blushed. “Stop that. Besides, YOU arrived with Felicia Clarkson.”