♡Anny♡

The fact that there was merfolk living off the coast near your home, in a little bay owned by your family, was a well kept secret amongst locals. Many things crept in shadows and went bump in the night, but for the sake of those very creatures, their existence was a secret from those who might take advantage of them. Sacred to the people who protect them.

You grew up in your small coastal down, your parents telling you stories of the beautiful creatures in local waters, how they lived lives parallel to your own. You were seven when you met him - he was about the same age. You’d been wandering along golden sands just as the sun set on the horizon, looking for seashells you could collect to make a necklace. You hadn’t heard him coming, as absorbed as you were in your little self-given task. The crashing of the waves was a familiar friend, yet you didn’t notice as her dulcet tones were disturbed by a new presence. He didn’t speak, you weren’t sure he had figured out how out of the water at that age. But his hand reached for your bucket, gently tugging - not to take, but to catch your attention. You’d startled and leapt back, but catching sight of his grey tail, you knew exactly what he was. Not who, not yet, but you knew he was special. One of the people of the coast.

He lifted a shell up into your line of sight - large, unbroken, perfect for arts and crafts. You held out your bucket, and he set it gently inside to ensure that it wouldn’t break on the way down to meet the others. You’d lowered yourself down to your knees to meet his eyes with a smile, and waved. He waved back.

It was the start of something special.

His parents had tried to warn him off from socialising with humans, yours had tried to explain to you that the merfolk should be left alone, lest the wrong person discover their existence. It stopped neither of you.

When your grandmother moved in, needing more support than she previously had, you swapped rooms with her, which gave you a room that faced out towards the ocean. It was perfect for your meet ups, the ones that everyone pretended they didn’t know were happening. You’d see him from your window, the same time each time, just as the sun kissed the horizon - actual numbers irrelevant. You’d climb from your window and rush down the rocky ledge that led to the sands, unseen by tourists who would use the stairs, and he’d swim along until you were tucked away inside a small natural cave, where the two of you could be yourselves together until the sun had disappeared entirely, and your stomachs rumbled, declaring it time to return home.

He learned to speak when you were nine, keeping himself just immersed enough in the water to channel water in through his gills, and make use of it to make his voice audible above the water. When you were twelve, you harassed a local teenager into giving you lessons on diving, not quite scuba diving just yet but diving all the same, so you could dip below the ocean waves to be in his home with him too. You spent much of your young lives side by side, even coming from such different worlds.

His name was Ijichi. He was the same age as you. He was a pilot fish merfolk, which explained the colouring of his tail, with alternating grey and black stripes. He showed you how his gills worked, let you touch his fins just to see what they were like, and in return you showed him human TV shows and let him trace a finger over your unwebbed hands and feet. You learned together, about yourselves and each other.

You sat on the beach, ten now (or nearly, anyway), tucked away into a smaller cove away from prying eyes. In your hands were a bucket and spade, with other tools scattered around you. It’d been a long day, for a ten year old, and you’d just wanted to relax. The beach was your safe place. You didn’t startle when Ijichi appeared anymore, he entered your space as easy as breathing, and you welcomed him there. His tail flicked in the shallow waters, his elbows pressed into the grains of sand, supporting his chin as he watched you build a sand castle.

“What are you doing?” He asked eventually. “I’m building a sand castle.” You’d explained, with all the seriousness a ten year old could muster. It was serious business, after all. “Why?” Ijichi had followed with a slight tilt of his head, the sign for true curiosity rather than teasing. He didn’t often tease, it wasn’t really in his nature. “Because..” you trailed off, pausing slightly, “it’s fun, I guess.” Ijichi nodded, and silence lapsed again for a while. The sort of silence that was charged with energy, telling you that it wouldn’t last for long.

“Can I help?” And he did.

He would take your bucket out to gather water, letting you wet the sand just a little more to make your structures more stable. He used slightly sharp nails on webbed hands to more cleanly carve shapes in the sand’s surface, and he brought shells from beneath the waves to decorate it with. It was nothing short of a masterpiece, until the waves washed it away like it did everything else.

“What’s the point if it washes away?” He asked, looking at the spot where your project had previously stood proud. “We get to do it again.” And when you were so young, it felt profound.

Your mother had teased once, asking if you thought he was handsome, and you’d denied the very thought. He was your very best friend, you couldn’t imagine ever seeing him like that. He wasn’t anything, he was just.. Ijichi. Though, if there was a way for you to dive down beyond the waves beside him and never come back, you thought you might make that choice, with very little hesitation. To get true time with him outside stolen hours before sunset.

As you got older, you spent more time in the sea. You learned to surf, took real scuba diving lessons, and learned more about the coast itself. You attended university online, taking a course on marine biology. You became increasingly passionate about marine life as a whole, and how it could be preserved.

You spent evenings swimming along seabeds in your gear, Ijichi at your side, helping to clean up plastic and rogue human debris away from the local wildlife, packed securely into bags you could take with you to properly dispose of. It was small, but the local population of merfolk were grateful. Everyone knew who you were by now, and you’d started seeing more and more of the other merfolk over time. You met Ijichi’s friends, and his family. You swam with them sometimes too, your scuba gear actually allowing you to communicate with them, to a certain extent anyway.

They became your friends just as much as his. But nothing could overshadow the special bond you had between yourselves. You were best friends, and always would be. You’d said once that he was your other half, and you believed it whole heartedly. There was nobody else out there that could ever dream of understanding you the way he did.

You had boyfriends. They came and they went. None of them ever met him, of course, but he knew plenty about them. You’d don your gear and swim down to meet with him, lay on the shallow ocean beds and gossip like teenagers in a movie, side by side, looking up at the glittering ocean surface the way humans looked at the stars. He’d never liked a single one of them, and you truly couldn’t blame him, you had horrible taste in men.

Satoru had once teased and said that you should give up, and just date Ijichi. The two of you had laughed at the very thought, and gotten into a playful game of chase with him, swimming far beyond where you should’ve. You always did. Your mother had once said it would get you killed one day, but you knew it wouldn’t. Ijichi would never let that happen to you.

You were an adult now, and still you visited the coast at least once a week, taking a break from the struggles of corporate life to relax with your best friend. You’d hop onto your surfboard and let yourself drift until he found you, unseen hands pulling you further and further from the sands until it was safe for him to rest his chin on the tip of the board to speak with you, or on harder days you’d pull on your trusty scuba gear and dive beneath the waves to lose yourself in the culture beneath, fully indulging in time with your best friend.

The weather never stopped you, even when it should’ve. Your years of experience and close relationship with so many merfolk made you confident. Some would say too confident. Too comfortable with the ocean’s kindness, when she could be just as easily cruel.

The day was overcast, the forecast set for rain, but nothing to write home about. A few clouds could never keep you off your surfboard.

You climbed aboard and kicked away from the shore, idly letting yourself drift with feet hanging in the warm waters. Ijichi always showed up eventually. For now, you just let yourself relax. Eyes closed, face turned up to the sky even if the sun wasn’t there to warm it. Occasionally, if he was busy with something, one of his friends would come by to find you and keep you company in the meantime, usually Yu if anyone. He was sweet, a gentle guy. He reminded you of a puppy at the best of times.

So, when twenty minutes had passed, and still there was nothing, you began to worry. It’d never taken this long for someone to come find you. You pushed off with more purpose, laying on your stomach on your board and using your arms to continue further from the shore. Deeper into the ocean’s waves. She began to fight harder against your travels, but nothing as silly as currents and waves had ever stopped you before.

You leaned over the edge of your board and pushed your head beneath the water, opening your eyes to look around. Sure enough - nothing. Where were they? For the first time in almost twenty years, were you not going to find company beneath the waves?

“Just one miscalculation at sea can cost you your life.” Noah had told you. “I’m not stupid,” you’d replied, aged sixteen and trying to convince him to give you proper scuba lessons, “I know not to swim too far, and to respect the sea. It’s dangerous out there.”

You kicked your leg out to give you the momentum to lift your head. It hit your board instead. The force of your kick, combined to disorientation from pain, and you already being off-centre with your head beneath the surface, and the waves around you? It was the perfect storm.

Your board tipped.

You scrambled to right yourself, but once you were under the waves, it was difficult to get back out again, especially as far out as you were. Your board wouldn’t flip, and it was drifting away. The currents suddenly felt stronger than they had before. You kicked, forcing yourself not to panic, desperately pushing towards the surface, but it only seemed to get further away.

Where was Ijichi?

“The ocean scares me sometimes.” You’d told him, laying on the damp stones of the cave you called your secret hideout. “Why?” Ijichi had asked, eyes wide with confusion, “It kills humans all the time. We can’t swim as good as you.” “I won’t ever let you get hurt!” He declared it like a promise, and when he took your hand in his, squeezing it, it felt more like a vow.

Your lungs burned. Your legs were struggling more and more against the rush of the waters around you. Your arms ached.

“You’re going to get yourself killed one day,” your mother had scolded, but you knew it came from a place of concern, “you’re too reckless.” “I’ll be fine. I have Ijichi!” You’d insisted in return. “And what about the day when he doesn’t show up?”

You hadn’t thought that day would ever come.

You wanted to close your eyes, but you knew if you did, then all hope really would be lost. You could hardly tell which way was the surface anymore, focusing mostly on not opening your mouth in an attempt to get air. Things seemed oddly dark.

Your eyes drifted closed, and your lips parted just slightly. The first rush of water shocked you enough for your eyes to fly open again, but the adrenaline didn’t change that you had no air. You couldn’t swim anymore. Your eyes burned - from the salt or tears you couldn’t be sure.

That time, you squeezed your eyes closed against a wave of deep, resonant grief.

The ocean is a dangerous place for people who can’t breathe from beneath its surface. Somewhere along the way, you seemed to have forgotten that. In your next life, you swore to yourself that you wouldn’t forget that important lesson.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three.

Nobody was coming to save you.

Your lips parted again, accepting your fate. They said it was one of the worst ways to die, drowning. You could say now that you understood why.

You blinked, a final glance around before it all faded to black.

You blinked once more.

Someone was there - or were you seeing things? Was your brain just desperately supplying images that could bring you comfort? You could’ve sworn you’d heard something too, but it seemed far away, you couldn’t make it out.

At least you wouldn’t die alone, even if it was just a vision.

Hands gripped your waist roughly, and lips smashed against yours. It wasn’t a kiss though, rather fingers wrapped around your jaw and tugged your lips apart, and sucked. What the fuck? Water was pulled from your mouth, and then air was breathed in. Air. You could breathe.

Your lungs filled with oxygen, and still unsure who your saviour was, you wrapped your arms around them to keep them close. To stay alive.

You opened your eyes again. Ijichi. He had come to save you, and he was slowly swimming the two of you towards the surface. He was filtering air from the water around you, and breathing it into your lungs.

You broke the surface with a loud gasp, coughing as more water poured from your mouth. Satoru was there then, forcing you up onto your surfboard, your other friends swarming in to make sure you were okay. Alive. But your eyes were fixed on Ijichi.

“I won’t ever let you get hurt!”

It echoed in your mind like a mantra, and nothing else being said reached your ears.

“Are you okay? You’re staring.” Ijichi said, and it took you actually seeing his lips move to realise he was speaking to you. “You saved me.” You managed to rasp, even with your throat raw from the struggle. “I was nearly too late.” He replied. His fingers found the edge of your surfboard, then yours, taking your hand softly. Like he was scared you might break. “But you weren’t.”

The hung heavy in the air. The others watched on in silence.

“I wasn’t.” He finally said with a small nod. You still hadn’t looked away. You couldn’t.

Years of friendship passed through your mind in an instant. Falling asleep on the beach beside him, playing games as children, becoming a part of his friend group, and then his family too. Boyfriends who weren’t even half the man that he was, and he was literally only half man. Humans who had never measured up. Those times as teenagers where you’d touched each other clumsily, learning each other and yourselves beyond just the hairs on your arms, and the scales on his tail. Being each other’s first kisses. Your first everythings. Claiming there would never be anything but friendship between you.

But it had always been him, hadn’t it? From the moment you’d met.

You reached to cup his face, and pulled him into a kiss. Around you, your friends laughed, clapped and cheered.

“Should’ve known it’d take almost dying to make you see what the rest of us did.” Suguru remarked with a small smirk, but you didn’t care. You supposed your friends were allowed to tease, given how stupid you’d always been.

“What about you?” You asked Ijichi softly, your noses still gently brushing together from how close you were. “I’ve been waiting.”

When you kissed again, it felt like finally coming home after a lifetime at sea.

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That was not a threat, that was a promise.

However he was behaving in the last episode. I wanted to post this saying that he didn't fall to his knees, confessed his feelings and kissed Earis, but he did😐. He literally destroyed the joke that I've wanted to make for months.

So that's how your dream looks @hajii07 😔

He’s tall, broad, graying, and stern. His dark brown eyes apprise every counselor in front of him as the group gathers on the camp’s front lawn two weeks before opening day. He goes over the rules and expectations of all staff members. You pay attention even though it’s the same old drill: no fucking around during working hours, make sure the campers are safe at all times, please report injuries and have them sent to the nurses station, et cetera. You could recite the rules by heart.

Only one thing has you concerned.

You raise your hand to speak. Joel glances over at you but continues talking, stressing the importance of keeping away from drugs and alcohol during the next two weeks, especially once the campers come on opening day. You know all that. Still, you wait with your hand raised until Joel sighs, giving you time to speak.

“What happened to Frankie?”

Joel tries really hard not to roll his eyes. “Francisco Morales won’t be here to help us set up. He’ll be here on the camp’s opening day.” He snorts, arms crossed as he eyes you up and down. “What, is he your boyfriend or somethin’?”

“No..” you reply, unable to stop the embarrassment from creeping up your spine. Of course you and Frankie hadn’t set any firm definitions about what you are, but the past two years you’ve spent here have also been spent by fucking him in the woods during early morning hikes, blowing him in the storage shed, and sneaking him into your cabin to have him go down on you all night.

You have his number, but there’s been no answer when you’ve called before driving up to the campsite. You wonder what’s keeping him from being here.

Piper, the girl you’ve hated since you’ve been counselors together these past few years, shoots a smug look your way as the meeting is adjourned, and she walks off with Joel’s arm around her waist. She glances over her shoulder at you, giving you the finger.

She’s just jealous because Frankie chose you over her two years ago. She hasn’t let you alone in peace since.

Joel is a hard task master. At dawn he has the counselors up and jogging through the trail in the woods and chopping firewood before breakfast. Swim safety is in the afternoon when the heat is at its worst, the air humid with the scent of sunblock and stagnant lake water. At the very least you’re given some time to lay out in the sun afterward, drying off on the warm boards of the dock.

Back at the cabins only two people are unaccounted for – Piper and Joel. The other counselors make crude guesses as to where they are and what they’re doing. You’re elected to go and find them before it gets dark. Piper has dinner duty and Maya refuses to do all the cooking alone.

Slipping on your jean shorts, your towel slung over your shoulders to catch the water droplets from your still-damp hair, you set out in search of Joel and Piper.

The sun is just starting to set when you find them in a thick copse of trees near the edge of the forest, Piper pressed against a tree as Joel’s fingering her, his hand down the front of her red bikini bottom as he plunges inside her, head bent close to her ear, muttering dirty things. You stop, half-hidden by the trees as you watch them, your own pussy growing wet just bearing witness. You know you should turn and leave, forget you ever saw this, just tell the others that Piper and Joel are coming back soon.

But you’re frozen to the spot, watching them in the secrecy of the woods, your own hand ghosting over your clothed clit, imagining what Joel’s thick, rough fingers must feel like.

There’s a sharp snap of a twig that echoes in the air, causing Piper and Joel to quickly part. You’re already hurrying down the path, shame and lust heating your cheeks.

Everyone is split up in pairs, the counselor bunks only small enough to house two comfortably, and unfortunately Joel assigns you and Piper together. You tell yourself it’ll just be a couple months and most days will be too busy for you to have to deal with her very much.

Piper grabs the top bunk before you have a chance to claim it. But once you’re settled in the bottom, she makes you switch back after she finds a spiderweb too close to the ceiling.

But even your nights can’t be peaceful. Joel sneaks in after lights out, and you have to endure the soft giggles and moans coming from the bunk below you. The entire bed frame rocks with Joel’s thrusts as he fucks your bunkmate.

Great, just great.

They make no effort to hide whatever’s going on between them. His hand is permanently on her ass, barely clothed in the camp counselor uniform shorts, his entire paw covering her ass cheek. The others don’t notice or don’t care, too caught up in their own romantic entanglements.

It only makes you miss Frankie more. Out here in the woods you have no way of contacting him except through the main office line, but Joel stands right in front of anyone who wants to call home, dials the number on the rotary phone, and waits with arms crossed as the call is made. Nobody does personal calls while he’s in charge.

You try to keep yourself busy with helping get the camp ready. The grass near the cabins is maintained, repairs are made to the buildings themselves (which Joel oversees, and you can’t help but to check him out a little while he’s fixing the sign above the infirmary – he looks too good with a hammer), checking that the generators are working properly, and that the electrical system and water pressure are good.

There’s so much to do that by the time you climb up into your bunk you fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.

The only thing that could possibly wake you is Joel fucking Piper in the bunk below yours.

Joel’s grunts and groans, paired with Piper’s moaning and gasping, keep you awake. You lose count of how many rounds they go, the entire bed bunk frame shaking with their movements. And at one point you can’t help it as your fingers travel beneath your sleep shorts, finding your wet pussy and tracing your slit. Two fingers fit inside you easily as you lift your legs to get comfortable. Closing your eyes you start fucking yourself on your hand, imagining Joel’s fingers inside of you instead of yours.

You’re trying desperately to keep your whimpering to a minimum but you doubt they’ll hear you over their own sounds. Your fingers match the pace of Joel’s thrusts, though you imagine his cock is a lot bigger than your two fingers combined. And the way he’s been fucking Piper for almost an hour solidifies the fact that his stamina is good.

Your fingers glide over your clit, circling and swiping, your hips arching up as you chase the friction you so desperately need for your release as you listen to Piper’s moans and Joel’s increasing grunts. Eyes squeezed tight you plunge your fingers as deep as you can, timing it just right with Piper’s final, momentous scream. You try to keep as quiet as possible as your release coats your hand, clit throbbing, legs quaking.

Joel corners you after breakfast the next morning, barring you from following the others to the field where a soccer match was planned. Instead he drags you to the boat shed. You hate it there. It’s dusty and cramped and there are cobwebs in the corners.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, your heart in your throat as Joel peers down at you, something unreadable in his deep brown eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he mimics you. “You think I don’t know you were gettin’ yourself off to me and Piper last night?”

The blood drains from your face, leaving you cold. “Wh-what?”

“Stop actin’ innocent. You weren’t exactly quiet. Piper was laughin’ at you, sayin’ you’re a lonely little virgin.”

“I’m not a virgin,” you tell him tersely.

“Really?” Joel’s voice is full of derision. “Prove it.”

The blood drains from your face. “H-how?”

“You’re a smart girl. You know how.” But just to be mean he explains it in detail. “How about you bend over–” he slaps the hull of a nearby canoe and puts his hand on your lower back, pressuring you towards it. “--pull those pretty little short-shorts down and let me check for myself.”

“You’re not serious,” you sputter.

“You afraid or somethin’?” he smirks.

You’re not afraid per se. But you’re definitely wet enough so that he’ll tease you if he finds out. “Of course not,” you stand up to him boldly.

He looks amused by this, and the way he cups his bulge in his own shorts shows he’s more than a little turned on. Your eyes drop down to where his thick cock is hardening under the skin-tight fabric.

With determination in your eyes, you’re certain of yourself when you reach up and grab Joel by the nape of his neck, kissing him. His eyes go wide at the initial shock of surprise, but then they close, a deep and satisfied growl in his chest as he kisses you back, his tongue slipping past your lips. Your gasp turns into a soft moan as his large paw on your lower back presses you closer to him, rubbing his hard-on against you.

“I bet this pussy’s already soaked,” he mutters, finally breaking from the kiss to nip at your neck. “But first..” he pulls away, a devilish look in his eye. “Lift up that shirt, honey, and lemme see those pretty titties.”

You scoff despite the fact that you are indeed soaked, but you’re already this far in. You might as well go all the way. You lift up your shirt, your white lacy bra on full display. Joel’s big meaty hands pull down the cups, palming your tits with his rough bare hands, bouncing them in his palms. “Look at these.. you gonna lemme suck ‘em?”

Fuck. This isn’t going how you expected but you can’t complain. You nod and he immediately pulls you close, picking you up and pinning you against the canoe as he takes your nipple in his mouth, groaning, using his free hand to pinch your other nipple. “So sweet,” he groans, releasing off you with a wet pop before sucking on the other.

“Joel!” you gasp, a fresh wave of wetness seeping through your underwear.

“Don’t worry, I’m gettin’ there,” he mumbles, helping you shimmy out of your shorts and pressing you forward against the boat. He lands a quick spank across your ass cheek, chuckling at the way your flesh jiggles and the sound of your yelp. Then he spreads your cheeks wide. “Look at that.. pretty as the mornin’ dew..” He kneels down and laps at your honey, making you moan. Almost too late you catch yourself, muffling your own sounds with your palm.

His large, rough hand trails down your spine, keeping you in place as the thick head of his cock slides through your folds, collecting your wetness and teasing you as he slides between your cheeks. You mewl in protest as he chuckles. “Maybe you’re right, maybe you’re not a virgin. Not the way you’re actin’ so greedy for my cock. Well darlin’, take it..”

He eases into you, using shallow thrusts and you can’t help but exhale, the rush of breath leaving you in surprise before he angles you down, sliding in to the hilt. “You’re full of me now,” he grunts out, holding steady to your hips. “God damn, tighter than a nun’s asshole.”

Your walls flutter around him with each stroke, your hands bracing you against the smooth wood of the upturned canoe. You whimper in time with each smooth thrust. Each time Joel bottoms out you feel it deep in your belly, probably deeper than anyone’s ever gone.

“Wish you could see how you’re soakin’ me,” Joel grunts, giving a few quick thrusts to let you hear the sound of your sloppy pussy. “How do you like it, darlin’? You want me to make a mess of you inside, or do you need me to pull out and shove this cock down your throat so you can swallow my load?”

“I-inside,” you pant. “I have an IUD.”

“That’s a relief,” Joel mutters, speeding up, one big hand wrapping around your front to tickle your clit. “C’mon, baby, need you to come on my cock before I bust inside you..”

He slows down just enough for you to work your way up to it, the heat building in your belly and your core, moaning at the way he lifts your hips to meet each thrust, sweat gathering at your temples. “Joel,” you whine, thinking of nothing but the way he’s fucking and filling and stretching your cunt. With an expertly angled thrust home you fall apart, moaning his name as you squeeze around him, and he picks up the pace, slamming into you until he swells inside you, his hot cum painting your walls. His cock is still twitching in the aftershocks when he finally releases his grip on your hips and pulls out of you. You quickly shove your underwear and shorts back on to catch his leavings already starting to leak out.

“Smart girl, bein’ on birth control,” Joel mutters, stuffing himself back into his own shorts. “I wish Piper was responsible like that.”

You school your features into nonchalance after you pull your shirt back down. There’s a little stab of guilt when you realize you’ve just fucked your bunkmate’s boyfriend.. even if she is a bitch. “What do you mean?” you ask innocently.

He reddens, as if he shouldn’t have spoken. “You’re sworn to secrecy, alright? Piper’s pregnant.”

“What?” Joel immediately clamps his hand over your mouth. He still smells like sex.

“Shut. Up,” he warns. “If I find out you told anyone else you’re packin’ your bags and goin’ home. Understand?”

You nod and whisper “Yes,” when he removes his hand. “It’s yours?”

He scoffs. “She says so. Still– not a peep. Got it?”

Piper becomes grumpy when Joel’s visits make an abrupt stop. But she’s no bitchier than usual, likely trying to get back into Joel’s good graces. Little does she know he’s only stopped coming to her because he’s taken up fucking you instead – in the storage shed, in the empty cots in the infirmary, the walk-in pantry in the kitchen. He maintains the position that he doesn’t like you very much while you’re in front of the others, sometimes giving you tasks you have to complete on your own – with the sole purpose of finding you to hook up.

The last night before the campers are due, everyone lets loose. Couples sneak off into the woods with sleeping bags and sinful intentions, some stay on the pier by the lake, drinking and laughing.

You’re the only one who’s made it to your bunk at an appropriate hour, wanting a full night’s rest before the big day. But your sleep is interrupted when Joel and Piper come in, slamming the door behind them, all over each other, kissing and giggling. With a silent groan you put your pillow over your head, already expecting to drown out the noises they’re about to make, which are going to keep you up all night.

They’re in the bottom bunk, a little quieter now that their mouths are busy. But soon there’s that familiar rocking rhythm and the sound of Piper’s moans and squeals, coming to a crescendo. Once again Joel’s stamina is off the charts. You’re in the middle of pleasuring yourself, two fingers shoved as deep as you can go, when everything stops and you hear Joel murmuring. There’s a creak as he gets out of the bunk, and Piper giggles as he positions her facing away. Now Joel’s eye level with your bunk and you gasp as you come face to face with him. He winks at you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you whisper as quietly as you can.

“She caught up with me. I couldn’t shake her,” he explains just as softly. “Don’t leave me hangin’, sweetheart. Bring that pretty pussy to my face.”

Without hesitating you lift up your nightdress, scooting to the edge of the bed, thighs spread around Joel’s face as he fucks into Piper – oblivious to everything going on – in the bottom bunk. He’s got his dick buried in her while he’s eating you out. You’ve never experienced anything hotter.

You hear Piper’s staccato cries as Joel pounds into her from behind, his own moans humming through your flesh, heightening your arousal, your clit standing at attention between Joel’s lips, his mustache tickling your soft skin. You already know you’re going to come when your legs start shaking, toes curling at the waves of pressure building up in your very core.

“Joel!” you try to whisper as softly as possible. “Joel!.. I’m gonna come!”

He only smacks harder into Piper, her own cries louder than yours. “Come for me,” he whispers back, the tip of his tongue giving one teasing swirl around your pearl before he dives back in. Your back arches off the bed, lightning shooting through your veins as your cunt pulses, drenching Joel’s mouth as you come. He groans, licking up every drop, watching you through his lashes. “Good girl,” he whispers, backing off when you become too sensitive, his lips warm on your inner thigh, stubble scratching at your soft skin as he pulls off of Piper, turning her around so she’s sucking him off.

You hear her moaning and sighing, gagging on his cock. Meanwhile Joel lazily fingers you, scissoring his digits inside your sloppy pussy, his eyes black and glossy while Piper deep-throats him. Your fingers card through his hair as you ignore the softening of your heart in seeing him so tame and vulnerable.

Your name is on his lips but he moans Piper just in the nick of time, his breaths growing unsteady as he comes close to the end, getting ready to bust in Piper’s mouth. You take his head in your cupped hands. “Come, Joel.. give her what she wants,” you whisper. He groans, his thrusts getting sloppy as he fucks his girlfriend’s throat, stilling at last, his features tensing then relaxing as Piper gasps softly, swallowing his thick load.

The next day Joel treats you the same as he always has. Everyone’s minds are on the Opening Day festivities ahead, even if some of the counselors look like they’ve only had a couple hours’ sleep. You’re bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, not just because of last night, but because you’re genuinely excited for summer camp to officially begin.

The campers hurry out of the stuffy buses and onto the rolling green grass, toting duffel bags, wearing the gold and blue camp tees and ball caps, eager for their summer to begin. Everyone is assigned to a counselor, and as soon as your group is ready you start to lead them to their cabin. You have a full day ahead: a quick icebreaker so everyone can become acquainted, a scavenger hunt that will enable the kids to work as a team, then a game of capture the flag, then lunch. You have your day cut out for you, and in the back of your mind you wonder if you’ll cross paths with Joel again..

Your thoughts are interrupted by someone shouting back at the buses. All the counselors turn to look, surprise written on their faces as they find one more latecomer to Camp Happy Trail.

Frankie Morales, adjusting the Standard Oil cap on his head, dark curls already sticking to the sweat on his neck, hurries off the last bus. His royal blue camp tee clings to his torso like sin, accentuating his broad frame. You’re speechless when he reaches you, putting his arms around you and lifting you off the ground before landing a big kiss on your lips. The campers are grossed out, giggling and making faces.

When he pulls away, cupping your face in his hands, you can feel everyone’s eyes on you, just as shocked as you are to see him finally arrive. “I missed you, babe,” he says, planting one more kiss on your forehead. “So what have I missed?”

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