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Bethany The cabin felt eerily quiet. The thud of the door and the click of the lock practically echoed as Teagan latched it, securing them in their room for the night. Bethany sighed and turned the flare gun over in her hand.

“Whoever took that photo is still out there,” she said under her breath. The photo was taken before the alert; maybe he posted it to the tree that night, got caught and was gone. But something didn't feel right. Something tickled the back of her mind that whatever was going on, it wasn’t over.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine Beth, best not to worry about it,” Teagan kicked her shoes off. Beth watched her and followed suit, easing her shoes off, and setting the flare gun on her dresser as she did. Although her subconscious told her not to let her guard down, Teagan's words reassured her and she felt herself loosen up. She absentmindedly folded a cardigan to fill the sudden silence between them. So much had happened in such a short time, she didn't even know how to begin to feel it all.

“Sooo,” Teagan whispered into her ear, far closer than she was before, “you love me?” The tension fell like a heavy curtain and blanketed them both in easy warmth. They both laughed breathlessly.

“I do,” Beth was breathless, her whole body drawn to Teagan’s, “my God, I love you Teagan.”

She felt light and airy. She’d been blissed out with relief since the moment Teagan said the words back. When Teagan had achingly drawn the confession from her in the woods she was nervous Teagan wouldn't say the words back. As the silence had drawn on, her nerves soured to fear and bittered into hardened despair. It all evaporated at Teagan’s slow admission.

And now, in their very quiet, very private cabin, reconfessing, sharing the love she felt growing over the summer, Bethany felt her relief turn darker. The need to be closer to Teagan hijacked her brain.

“Good,” Teagan’s voice seemed… husky, “because I love you too.”

Bethany practically felt her eyes dilate. They knocked some stuff off the dresser as they stumbled together, breathlessly laughing and kissing their way into bed. Bethany was pushed down, her stomach swooping at the feeling of being moved so forcefully. Teagan hovered over her, a knee between her legs. She arched her back, grinding down on the knee as best she could. Something shifted noisily outside and Beth shot up into Teagan, their faces inches apart. “Do you think…” she trailed off.

“It's probably just something moving from the wind,” Teagan reasoned, “the door is locked and, here, I’ll close the blinds.”

Beth pushed herself up further on her elbows to watch Teagan cross the room. Her clothes were rumpled, her shirt pushed up, folding under her sports bra. Her shorts were wrinkled from Beth’s groping. Hair stuck up in the back, mussed from where Beth’s hand had been pulling. Beth’s eyes drooped as she watched Teagan reach up, the way it lengthened her body and pulled her shirt up. Beth pulled her own shirt over her head, leaned back, and spread her legs unconsciously.

“Fuck,” even through the darkness, Beth could still tell Teagan was watching. She approached and slowly dropped to her knees, not dissimilar to how she had done in the church time and time again. Slowly her hands wandered up Beth’s legs. She hummed. Her nose traced the path her hands had taken, over her calve, up to her knee and down her thigh. Bethany watched with bated breath.

Teagan whispered her name, “Beth.”

Her nose touched Beth through her shorts, “mmm, Beth.”

Teagan nosed her through her clothes, “fuckkk, Beth,” she mumbled into the fabric. The absolutely filthy vision of Teagan moaning into her clothed core was like gasoline. It fanned the flames rising through her chest up her arms and had her panting.

“Such a good girl,” she said looking up before finally tugging her pants off and bruising her thighs with brutally hard kisses. Beth squirmed and twitched. She practically jumped as Teagan refocused her attention between her legs, tongue delving between her lips.

Beth could only clench the sheets in her fists and cry out as she shook though a surprisingly powerful orgasm, before she had even fully come down from her peak, Teagan’s fingers curled and Beth’s head fell back on a long drawn out moan. Beth could feel herself getting wetter than normal, almost gushing around Teagan’s fingers. She was making all kinds of noises, lost in the feeling of Teagan inside of her, lips wrapped around her clit, hands holding her down, nails dug into her hips. Teagan didn’t let up and Beth could only grind her hips up, dizzy and unseeing.

“My good, good, girl,” Teagan slurred against her. Beth almost screamed, her orgasm ricocheting through her at the words. She knew her thighs were wet, the bed underneath her was damp but all she could focus on was the way Teagan was panting, suddenly clamoring over her like she just had three orgasms as well. Beth’s eyes flew open as Teagan held her by the neck and kissed her. The kiss turned so filthy so fast, Teagan was basically licking into her mouth and she could only dig her nails into Teagan’s back to keep from floating off.

Teagan’s body slotted into hers. When she felt the firmness of Teagan’s cunt touching hers through Teagan’s clothes, a deeply unholy thought flashed through her mind, and she pushed Teagan back. Teagan’s confession, her vulnerability, the raw emotions they’d both been feeling overwhelmed her. She needed to see Teagan fall apart, she needed to watch Teagan cry with pleasure.

Her voice was rough when she spoke, “go get your toy.”

Teagan must have misunderstood her because when she returned with the toy, she grinned cockily. Beth wasted no time snatching the silicone from her hands.

“Wha-” Teagan’s brows furrowed.

“I want to watch you cum on my cock sweetheart,” Beth said, the words a parroted line she felt like Teagan might say to her. She must have pulled it off though because Teagan flushed beet red and her breath hitched on a gasp.

Beth grinned wider as Teagan stuttered through some kind of response.

“Now get on the bed and undress for me.” Beth didn't think it was possible but Teagan flushed further down her neck, the shade darkening. She fell back on the bed and undressed while Beth had a moment to panic about how to put the harness on. Her mind unhelpfully provided an image of Teagan pulling her rock climbing harness up for her and tugging on all the straps.

She managed to get it on feeling how odd it felt to have a new appendage jutting off her front; she felt silly and powerful at the same time. She watched, fascinated, as it bobbed with her movement. When she looked up, Teagan was smirking, her chest bare as she lounged back watching smugly. She looked so good it made Beth’s mouth water.

“You look really good wearing my dick,” Teagan drawled.

“My dick now,” Beth said, holding it in her hand and jerking it. She bit her lip, a little embarrassed at her own boldness, but Teagan seemed entranced, so she leaned over her on the bed and let her hands wander.

She pushed Teagan’s knee back toward her face, opening her up. They kissed, hot and wet, and Beth felt a high rush through her when the cock dragged along Teagan’s stomach and drew a whimper from her. The power was totally going to her head. The strap sat heavily on her hips its weight gave her confidence. She was no stranger to pleasing a partner or to taking charge, but this felt like a step up from that.

She didn’t want to get carried away though, so she made herself slow down. She drew away from the tender, wet slide of their lips and relished in the way Teagan strained up to try and kiss her again. She savored the moment, panting so close to Teagan’s face, the slow grind of their hips. She drug a hand down Teagan’s collarbone and grabbed her breast roughly. She watched it fill out her palm, nipple peaking through her fingers. She lent her head down teething the nipple, lapping it, wondering how hard she’d need to suck to get a hickey on the already darkened nipple.

She lent down farther, biting the flesh around her waist. At Teagan’s boxers she got curious. Teagan’s earlier attention through her clothes lit her on fire and Teagan had seemed just as… intrigued by it. She kissed over the fabric and Teagan breathed heavier. Looking up, Teagan's eyes were glued to her, intent and widened. She decided to go for it, mouth already watering in anticipation. She inhaled deeply through her nose as she nosed into the crease of Teagan's thigh. It was warm. So warm it was burning up. She smelt so good Beth’s eyes fluttered shut and she lost herself in licking over the already damp fabric. Licking over the soft cotton enough times bestowed a taste of the slick beneath and she couldn’t even stop herself from moaning.

Looking up she tried to catch her breath. Teagan’s mouth was dropped open, a cute whine caught on her lips.

“Beth…”

She could only swallow heavily before Beth was possessed to yank down the boxers, pushing them down Teagan’s thighs. Her mouth was suddenly dry. Maybe she’d been panting? Maybe she just really needed Teagan’s cunt on her tongue.

The boxers weren’t even off yet before Beth was pushing Teagan’s legs up to her chest and tasting her exposed cunt. It was so slippery, sticking to summer sun kissed thighs and now to Beth’s cheeks as well.

“You’re so ready for me,” Beth hummed, barely audible over Teagan’s heavy panting. Her thighs squeezed in closer. Her panting and squirming was so needy and desperate, Beth almost felt bad for making her wait, but more than anything, it intoxicated her. She fumbled against Teagan, getting her clothes off completely and lining their hips up. She marveled at how big it looked next to Teagan and how she was practically glistening against it, it shone against her skin and amongst the dark hair. Beth licked her own lips, suddenly nervous. Glancing up, she searched for… reassurance? Guidance? She didn’t know, but when she saw Teagan's face, it was absolutely wrecked; the usually self assured girl looked like she was moments from begging. Just like that, she knew exactly what Teagan needed and her nerves dissolved.

She softened her grip on Teagan’s body and leaned in to kiss her, purposely pushing their hips together. It was fierce, shaped around the rocking of their bodies and Teagan’s whimpers.

“You want me to fuck you?” Beth asked into the kiss.

Teagan nodded shortly, eyes pleading.

“Use your words, love.”

“Yes- yes please, Beth,” Teagan’s voice was rough and desperate.

The cock had gotten ridiculously wet from rubbing against Teagan’s pussy. She held it as she leaned back slightly to line it up. She briefly worried that she didn’t know what she was doing. What if she hurt her? But as she eased forward, the thought evaporated to smoke. The tip of the toy slid in easily, and once it was, it practically sank the rest of the way on its own. Jesus.

Teagan moaned into the sheets, body arching. Beth watched her try and smother her own moans. As endearing as it was, Beth wanted to hear more.

Beth warmed up to strapping pretty quick. Every little noise Teagan made boosted her confidence, including the loud wet slick that echoed against their skin every time she thrusted her hips. She tried a few angles, intoxicatingly taking note of every type of moan Teagan responded with. Following all Teagan’s pretty little cues led Beth to holding Teagan’s hips, tilting her pelvis up and thrusting steadily. The dark haired girl was sprawled back against the rumpled sheets. Her breasts shook, hair a tangled mess, sweat gathered along her brow. If she still cared about being quiet, she must have been well out of her mind because she wasn’t trying to hide her moans anymore. They came as punched out groans and broken little hitches in her breathing at every thrust. Bethany thought she looked hot like that, body loose letting Bethany fuck her. She could practically feel her eyes dilate.

In this position the strap grinded deliciously against Beth’s clit. It felt so good it momentarily distracted her from getting Teagan off as she chased the feeling. She humped shallowly, panting heavily. She was so close her hands were desperately tipping Teagan’s hips she pulled her closer as her thighs tired.

“I’m gonna-,” Beth admitted shakily.

“Oh fuck,” Teagan reached down, touching herself frantically.

Beth was grinding so close, rocking her hips desperately, she tipped over the edge. She shuddered through it and watched as Teagan choked out a strangled call and came right along with her. They panted together and Beth soaked in the heartpounding aftermath.

She coughed a little, finally closing her hanging jaw. Teagan didn’t look any better off, her face was flushed and there looked to be tears in the corner of her eyes. Teagan’s cunt had darkened from being fucked so thoroughly but a milky whiteness glimmered. It drew Beth in like a siren and she felt herself pull out, Teagan groaned brokenly, and dipped down to delicately lick up the creamy mess around Teagan’s pussy. She licked her up with a flat tongue, startled by Teagan’s sudden grip in her hair. Teagan held her there and Beth kept her tongue out. She rode Beth’s tongue like she couldn't help it. She was whining and canting her hips into Beth’s mouth, near sobbing when her hips jerked and she came again.

She was twitching, still recovering. Beth kissed her messily, she needed her to taste how good she tasted. She tugged the toy off her hips, fingers fumbled the straps. It thudded to the ground and Beth rose up to mount Teagan.

Teagan was drowsy, she looked confused but her eyes widened when Beth brushed over her swollen, abused clit. She jerked when Beth ground them together, no strap in the way, just their puffy, wet cunts sliding together.

“Shhhh,” Beth hushed as Teagan began to sit up, “just stay there, let me take care of you.”

Teagan must have been so overstimulated. She bit her lip so hard it looked like it might bleed.

“Come on love I know you can, one more time with me, please,” she brushed their lips together and moaned. She’s never been so close to another person, sex had never felt so intimate as having Teagan’s pussy against hers like this. “You feel so good against me.”

She rocked slowly, their clits bumping together every time she curled her hips forward. It felt hot and weighty. She found herself coming before she really knew she was going to. She moaned a whine, her hips working back and forth as she slowly drifted over a long, mind-bending orgasm. Teagan watched her, rapt.

“Yes,” Beth breathed, “yes, Teagan, come.”

Teagan’s damp lashes fluttered shut, and her voice cracked on a third and final orgasm.

Beth’s body collapsed half on top of Teagan, finding a home in her arms.

“Wow.”

“Yeah, wow, I didn’t know it could be like that,” Tegan whispered, almost to herself.

Beth turned her head, hair messily catching in the sheets, “ I love you,” she felt the words in her chest as they left her mouth.

“Fuck Beth, I love you too.”

Beth couldn’t help the little laugh that lightened her chest. They tightened their hold on each other, bodies sticky from cooling sweat and residual slick.

Teagan

“Come here,” Teagan slurred. They kissed sweetly, far too sweetly for the… for lack of a better word, ‘fuck fest,’ they’d just had.

Teagan’s body was loose, so loose she wasn’t sure she could stand. She was right to be worried because when they did finally get out of bed, her knees buckled and struggled to hold her up.

They showered before bed and Teagan was thankful. Her thighs were sticky and her skin itched with dried sweat. She spent extra time scrubbing between her legs and down her thighs to get all the slick and spit from her skin.

When Beth stepped into the shower behind her, strap left drying on the edge of the sink, Teagan welcomed her in. They kissed like they were coming home to each other after a whole day apart and separated like they’d spent all day kissing. Teagan washed Beth's face, she carefully traced her eyebrows and swiped suds across her cheeks. Beth washed her hair, her fingers scratching and scrubbing gently. It nearly lulled Teagan to sleep standing under the warm spray. They dried off and Teagan sat heavily on the closed toilet lid to give her legs a break. Beth brushed her wet hair carefully in the mirror.

They talked about the future and it didn’t feel scary.

“You like my blasphemous music,” Teagan grinned, drying her hair slowly, lazily. Their conversation in the woods was ingrained in her memory, everything Beth said to her was replaying in bits and pieces.

Beth scoffed, “you’re lucky I like you.”

“So, when you think of… us,” Teagan let the words stall and roll around in her brain, “after camp… what do you imagine?”

Beth leveled her with a considering gaze, “I don’t know, I never truly thought of it that much.”

Teagan blinked, her hair drying slowed.

“Well I mean-,“ Beth hurriedly continued, “I guess I figured nothing would change…”

Teagan relaxed slightly and let the towel fall away from her hair.

“I saw us going on dates like we have been, and um, having sex-“ she blushes “-like we have been. I guess it's not that I didn’t see a future for us, I just didn’t see it changing much after we left camp.”

“Oh,” Teagan was at a loss for words, she felt a blush flaring up under the redness from their shower. It soothed her nerves enough to say, “I saw us at college together.” It felt like a big fantasy in the beginning but talking about it now, it felt like it could maybe be real. That scared her a little.

“I thought about taking you to a party, dancing in some frat house, kissing you up against the sink in the bathroom,” she said, the visions of it playing in her mind. How ridiculously hot Beth would look, blonde hair up in a pony tail, a cardigan falling from her shoulder as she stood pinned against some tiny bathroom sink.

Teagan turned back in, eyes honing in on Beth. She stood in this moment against a very similar kind of tiny porcelain sink, dressed only in an old camp towel.

“Ugh, Teagan, a frat house?” But she was grinning and Teagan could see similar scenarios playing behind her eyes.

“Oh, I know you better now princess, a frat house probably wouldn’t be the grossest party you’ve ever been to,” Teagan laughed and captured the brush from Beth’s lagging hand.

She caught Beth’s hand when she tried to snatch the brush back and kissed the top of it. Beth giggled, a giddy noise. It echoed off the tiles, the melody ramping up into a symphony of joy as Teagan joined in.

She stood, paying no attention when her towel fell and crumpled to the floor. She kissed Beth, her hands drawn to Beth’s face like they belonged there. Teagan pressed her back and felt her towel fall between them too. The feeling of their skin pressing together drew a shiver from Beth and a moan from Teagan.

When they broke apart Bethany’s eyes were bright, “I like that you thought of me.”

“I like that you thought of me too.”

As much as Teagan loved the feeling of Beth’s skin on hers, she was glad to be clothed again. Even if it was just a pair of sleep shorts and a ratty tank top. Beth pulled her head through her nightgown and let it fall over her underwear. Teagan smothered her quirked lip before Beth could see. She never knew nightgowns did it for her but apparently they did.

“Come here,” she beckoned with the blankets held up.

Bethany tucked herself into Teagan's side and they found a comfortable cuddle under the blankets.

Her body was solid, her skin soft. Teagan brushed her nose into the base of Beth’s neck and took comfort in her own breaths as they warmed the skin under her nose. Bethany wasn’t anything like Laura. For as much as she'd compared them while getting to know Beth, they really were very different. Beth had guts. To come out and say her feelings without knowing if Teagan would say those words back to her… Laura could never have done that. Even her most recent text (which was as good an admission of feelings that she'd ever received from Laura) had still been just fluff. It was empty, her words held no meaning, all just hollow promises. Beth left it all out on the table and Teagan respected that.

Her fingers drifted over Beth's arms feeling the hair raise into goosebumps. She giggled, “that's ticklish Teagan, cut it out!”

Teagan smiled but firmed her touch, squeezing once before letting her hand rest heavily.

“I think I’m going to block Laura.”

Beth shifted, “you- you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Teagan almost laughed at how insincere she sounded, “nah, Laura and I never did ‘friends’ well, besides, I’m not interested in trying again.”

Beth hummed, it sounded pleased, “good, I don’t like sharing.”

“Definitely not interested in sharing,” Teagan agreed.

Teagan felt a kiss pressed to her forehead and she closed her eyes in contentment. As they lay together in comfortable silence, the cabin creaked as it settled from the wind.

“What was that?” Beth whispered.

“Just regular cabin noises, don't worry about it,” Teagan brushed it off. She wasn’t actually concerned about some murderer; Emma said it herself, the guy was caught. Sure, the picture was creepy, but they were safe in the cabin. The door was locked.

Teagan was drifting out of consciousness when the door knob rattled. It was a dull metallic thudding that echoed off the dead wood of the cabin. So eerie she shot up. Beth lurched up along with her.

Without warning, a body flew through the door, landing on the ground as if it had thrown its whole weight against the door. A second figure stood silhouetted in the cool moonlight as it poured in through the doorway.

Teagan blearily staggered forward. She didn't understand the threat but she was not going to let anyone hurt Beth. She swung her arm back to hold Beth behind her but felt nothing. Beth was not in the bed. Teagan swung around as the figure in the door held up what looked like a baseball bat.

She called out for Beth, confused, and realized Beth was already up, leaning on the dresser. She had her arms out, elbows fully straightened, the crimson red flare gun held white knuckled in both hands.

The moment slowed. Beth’s hair fell forward into her eyes, her hands recoiled back and a loud pop and fizzling noise filled the cabin. Bright red sparks lit up the log walls, every piece of furniture, fallen clothing item, and person lit up with the red light before the discharged flare smashed the window and fizzled off into the distance. The intruders squealed surprisingly feminine screams and ducked for cover.

“Oh fuck,” Beth cursed under her breath, “That does not shoot like a rifle.”

Teagan’s head snapped to her, a rifle? She did not have time to envision Beth holding a rifle right now, because right now, Beth looked scared. Teagan refocused on the intruder. She grabbed the first thing she could reach on the dresser, a can of sunscreen, not bad.

“Stay back,” Teagan warned, subtly putting her body in front of Beth’s. She should probably be more afraid than she was, but the adrenaline was pumping thickly through her veins and she could barely see straight.

The lump on the ground shifted, Teagan struggled to make out what was going on in the dark, she shifted closer but almost immediately jumped back when the lump started making a weird noise.

“I’ll spray this in your fuckin eyes,” Teagan growled out, her voice still rough from sleep.

The lump’s weird noises started taking the shape of a cackle and Tegan recoiled. She bumped into Beth who had crept up to stand behind her and firmed her stance. Beth did her job stopping the attack so Teagan resolved herself to stand in front and make sure the intruder didn't hurt either of them.

Movement came from beyond the open door and Teagan lifted the can threateningly, “get out!” she shouted.

Before she could spray or kick the approaching figure though, it started talking. “Oh my goddddd, you guys are crazyyyy!” Shelby’s shrill drawl cut through the cackling.

“Shelby??” Beth burst out as she angrily strode past Teagan’s waning attack pose.

“Seriously, did you really actually try to shoot us??” Shelby crouched by the lump on the floor, “Girl, are you ok?”

“I’m so sorry Beth, we HAD to.” Maisy rolled over, she pulled a shitty halloween mask down her face and said, “you two were just SO ‘secretly’ shacked up, it was the perfect camp prank waiting to happen.”

Teagan didn't like Maisy. For many reasons but at this moment, most of all because she was such a hypocrite. If someone had pulled this ‘prank’ on Maisy she would have disdainfully called them immature. Teagan didn’t even have to know her that long to know this to be true; she did it all the time, alternating between being angelically friendly, being heinously condescending, and being just plain annoying.

“You took that photo and left it in the woods,” Teagan accused.

“Oh, you should have seen your faces,” Maisy laughed.

“You two were sooo scared,” Shelby nodded, a weird look of judgement on her face.

Beth had retreated into herself, Teagan could sense some disgust and decided to step in, “real mature you two, what are we still camp kids, resorting to shitty pranks?”

“It was too good,” Maisy insisted, “besides, all that sneaking around? You two totally had it coming,” she shrugged it off.

“Yeah, well you should be glad Beth didn't have a real gun or you probably wouldn’t be laughing,” She couldn't help the snide tone from slipping through, annoyance winning over far too easily.

“Where did you get that from anyways?” Maisy asked as Shelby helped her up.

“Emma gave it to me,” Beth said, her voice taut, holding far more anger than she was letting show.

“Oh don’t be so up tight Beth, it’s just some summer fun, everyone gets pranked at camp,” Maisy’s tone has softened into that subtle patronizing tone.

“This wasn’t a prank Maisy,” Beth angrily stormed past, she whirled around once she was outside, “there was a real alert about a serial killer!” Teagan’s jaw clenched in sympathy. Beth was far more upset than she’d ever been at Teagan’s antics. When she huffed, “I’m going to make sure that flare didn't set anything on fucking fire,” she sounded on the verge of frustrated tears.

The “fuck” from Beth was as good a sign as any that things were serious. Teagan pushed past Shelby, and nearly stepped on Maisy on her way after Beth, “not cool”.

Teagan’s heart slowed as she followed Beth out into the dark, away from their co-counsellors. Teagan felt the adrenaline begin to fade. Beth searched the ground for any flare casings, a stomp in her step.

“Are you ok?” Teagan approached slowly, Beth whirled around and threw her arms around Teagan.

“I was so scared,” Beth admitted into the hair behind Tegan’s ear.

The admission ignited her anger even stronger. Teagan was not a snitch, but she knew church camp played by different rules, they would have to explain the missing flare round, not to mention the broken window, and they would probably have to… explain the massive scorch mark on Cabin 2.

“Oh shit,” Teagan stared at the smoldering mark as ambers glowed faintly in the dark. Black torched wood the size of a baseball crumbled slightly under a window of the cabin. Beth gasped when she turned around and spotted it. “Oh no…”

Bethany

Beth was exhausted after their long night, it felt like an entire week's worth of events had been dumped on them in the span of 12 hours. The morning after hadn't been much better, she woke up just as annoyed at Maisy and Shelby as she was the moment Maisy laughed at her. 

Every time she thought about it, irritation itched under her skin. She shot that flare thinking they were in danger. How was she supposed to know it was a prank? Leaving a picture in the woods was just creepy, there was nothing funny about it. The whole thing was childish and stupid and entirely unchristian. 

She fumed about it the whole way to Emma’s cabin bright and early the next morning. Teagan was a comforting calm presence through it all. Beth knew she also disapproved but she kept steady through it and let Beth fester over the shitty prank as long as she needed. She let her rant before bed once the two intruders left, Beth had paced back and forth waving her arms around exasperated at the stupidity of it all. 

Reporting to Emma felt humiliating, she unapologetically shoveled all of the blame on Maisy and Shelby during the meeting. She clarified over and over again that she never would have shot if she didn’t think they were in danger. Mind you, she would have shot true if it had been a real gun. Which probably would have been terrible for Maisy, but the annoyance that bubbled in her chest made her half-wish she’d singed the girl’s brows off, just a little.

Emma had sternly told Teagan to go get the other two girls and they all met together to debrief. They all got reprimanded, but Maisy and Shelby had to stay behind after. Beth was pretty sure they were getting scolded even more which made her happy. Feeling a little better at the thought of them getting told off, she and Teagan spent the rest of the day prepping for the last round of summer campers. 

Maisy and Shelby had to clean up the charred spot of wood where it hit Cabin 2 then they all had to attend a flare safety training bulletin. After that though, things went back to normal. It was their final week of camp. After this week they’d all leave. Beth got caught up in the kids arriving though, taking them around camp, leading camp activities.

She taught lessons on the beach and watched Teagan watch her in her swimsuit whenever she walked by from the rock climbing wall. Stood on the paddle board as the kids splashed around her, she always waved. Teagan, caught, would wave back, or if she was alone she would blow a kiss. It never failed to give Beth butterflies.

Similarly, Beth often passed the rock climbing wall when Teagan taught. She rarely saw Teagan on the wall herself but watching her bond with the kids over the week was attractive to see in its own way. She teased the kids and ruffled their hair, she fit right in like a sister old enough to lead, but cool enough to just hang out. 

They did not have the same styles but they complimented each other really nicely. Beth kept them on time and task, she kept the team together and had a way of including everyone that made sure everyone got along. Teagan was good at engaging the kids in activities, especially the ones who were shy. She had all the charisma of Beth’s favourite camp counsellors growing up. Together they had impeccable teamwork, it was like night and day from their first week. Where Beth had been incredibly overbearing and commanding and Teagan had been uninterested in being a counsellor at all. Beth was proud. 

The nearing deadline of their time together hadn’t weighed on Beth until the week was almost over. They were laying in bed together, Teagan’s fingers ghosted up and down Beth’s shoulders and Teagan had mentioned looking forward to sleeping on her own mattress. Beth’s whole brain stalled for a second. She hadn’t thought about their return from camp, and what any of that would mean. Beth let the comment hang, she couldn’t imagine they would just part ways… but Tegan didn’t have the best communication track record. Her and Laura didn’t talk about their relationship at all and look where that put them. Not that Beth was upset, quite the opposite, she was glad Teagan blocked her after she reached out. Beth just didn’t want to be the one that upset the balance they were enjoying. Camp was easy, at camp they could be themselves, but back home, with both their moms, their friends, their lives. Beth just bit her lip.

“The camp beds are kind of lumpy,” she lamely acknowledged. 

“I bet you have a real soft mattress at home,” Beth could hear the grin in Teagan’s voice, “like princess and the pea.”

Beth scoffed but she was pleased. She couldn't help herself as she said, “you’ll like it, it’s nice and tall, perfect height to bend me over on.”

Teagan made a strangled noise behind her, the light fingers on her shoulder firmed and pulled her back. “God, where did you get that dirty mouth from?”

“You,” Beth laughed lightly, worries forgotten for the moment.

Those moments alone with Teagan were blissful, but moments they were apart, during lessons or long busy days, Beth wondered if their connection was waning. The end of the week approached out of nowhere and they still had yet to talk about their plans. It was one of their last bonfires and Beth felt the reality of their time ending cave her heart in. As soon as the kids were in bed, Beth would ask about it. The fire flickered on the roasting stick in front of her, illuminating the marshmallow as she stuck the stick through. Her eyes caught on Teagan as she finished her song. She looked incredible by the firelight, it really wasn’t fair. 

“Ok, last song,” Teagan called. Beth checked her watch, it was twenty minutes until lights out. She frowned, it was a little early for the last song.

The kids all piped up, requesting songs they liked. One requested an electric pop hit that Beth was pretty sure didn't have any guitar in it. A few girls jumped up in front of her to get picked. Teagan laughed kindly at the group of kids. Every week there was a group that seemed to naturally gravitate toward her, this group was no different. 

She adjusted the guitar in her arms, “Settle down, settle down,” she grinned as one of the kids pleaded in front of her with both her hands. Beth met Teagan’s eyes, “I actually have a special song I wanna play. 

She strummed her guitar, as she slowly eased into a familiar song, one Beth had heard her play before. The girls around her quieted down and Beth found herself holding her breath. 

Teagan didn’t pause, she jumped right into the lyrics and Beth was stuck, mesmerized, the marshmallow bag slag in her hands. 

She got to the chorus and her voice picked up.

“She loves me not, she loves me,” She sang with confidence. 

Beth’s eyes widened and she saw Maisy’s head snap to Teagan out of the corner of her eye. She couldn’t bother to pay her any attention though as she  continued, her eyes catching Beth’s again. 

“She holds me tight then lets me go, she loves me not, she loves me, she holds me tight then lets me go.” A slight smile curves her lips as she strums into the next verse, her voice playful and light. “Soon as you leave me, we always lose connection, it’s gettin’ messy, I fiend for your affection.” 

Beth hung  onto her words, prettily sung as she playfully sang the rest of the verse, “don’t loosen your grip, got a hold on me. Now, forever, let’s get back together.” She kept going strong into the last half of the song, Beth hanging  off her every word. 

Teagan finished her song, brushed off the kids clapping and asking for another song kindly and headed straight for Beth. 

“I’m going to return the guitar,” Teagan announced loudly, still focused on Beth. “You want to come with me?” she asks, quieter, just for Beth.

Beth’s eyes darted around and found Maisy staring directly at them. She looked annoyed but rolled her eyes and said, “I’ve got this.” 

Beth trailed after Teagan down the trail to the pavilion. Teagan was tight lipped about her performance and dodged Beth’s questions about what was going on. It was all she could do to trail after the girl with the guitar, butterflies rioting in her tummy. 

“I got her to cover,” was all she said, “she owed us a lot more than just watching the kids so we could have a moment.”

A moment? Did Teagan have something planned? It sure seemed that way. She watched Teagan out of the corner of her eye as they walked. Was it possible she was thinking about after camp just as much as Beth was? Were they finally going to talk? The song felt like a good sign, she thought. Nervous excitement thrummed through her  as they approached the pavilion. Teagan turned, back to the door, guitar in hand, to face Beth. She was smiling, it was a soft thing, Beth noticed it in her eyes, the gentle turn of her mouth. It was beautiful. 

“Beth, I’ve been thinkin’ a lot about what our lives look like after camp. We talked a bit about it but, well, I wanted to be really clear,” Teagan looked so earnest. She drew away, pulling the doors to the pavilion open. Balloons bounced as a breeze blew in and a hand made sign sat propped against a stool on stage. It read ‘will you be my girlfriend’ in forest green paint.

“Wherever we go from here, I want to be your girlfriend, will you be mine?” Teagan asked. 

Beth’s eyes widened. Beth expected a talk sure but a gesture like this, Teagan must have blown all the balloons up, used the arts and crafts in her spare time to make the sign, she’d obviously put a lot of time and thought into this. Beth felt a tightness in her chest and a wetness along her lashes. 

“Camp is gonna be over soon you know, but I don't want this to be a summer fling, I love you Beth,” Teagan nervously continued. 

“Oh Teagan,” Beth breathed out, she could only kiss her in that moment. Their bodies collided and balloons scattered around them as Teagan staggered back. 

“I don’t want this to be a summer fling either, I want to date you Teagan,” Beth admitted between kisses. She was not expecting something like this from Teagan but it meant everything. The commitment, the assurance, the earnest effort Teagan put in, it made her want to squeal. 

Needless to say, Beth said yes, they kissed in the pavilion amongst the balloons and the sign. Beth was sure they’d get in trouble if they were found out, but they weren’t. They giddily snuck as many balloons they could in an old dry cleaning bag to keep in their cabin that night the sign sat lovingly rolled up amongst their bags. 

They retrieved their kids and had a quiet end to their night, falling into each other's arms content to be exactly where they were. 

The final morning of camp Beth unpinned her ‘I <3 God’ poster and rolled it up with the one Teagan had given her the night before. She listened to the kids chatter in the background as they all packed as well. Beth meticulously packed her things away and Teagan stuffed her clothes in every nook and cranny that she could. Some things never changed. 

Beth looked up from zipping her bag to see Teagan in the doorway, “ready to go?” 

Beth nodded and took her hand. 

Teagan

Her bag thudded as she threw it in the box of her pickup truck. 

“Are you sure we can’t put the bags in the truck?” Bethany said exasperatedly.

Teagan grinned, there was something she loved about irritating Beth. Not for real of course, but watching her scoff to hide a laugh, or roll her eyes while holding back a smile made Teagan want to push her buttons just a little more. 

“They are in the truck,” she teased like a kid saying playing the I’m not touching you game. 

Teagan was treated to a short scoff and the pleasure of watching Beth turn away to hide a smile. 

The morning was cool but there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Teagan shrugged her unzipped hoodie over her tank top. The summer had flown by, she could hardly believe she was leaving church camp with a girlfriend. HA. Her mom would probably be pissed but Teagan couldn't be more happy. She watched Beth prop her water bottle in the console of her truck and shut the door.

“Well, shall we?” Beth prompted.

Teagan nodded.

With the truck packed they returned to the campers who were finished loading into the bus. Kids laughed and waved to their favourite campers through the windows. Both Beth and Teagan had their fair share of girls waving to them saying good bye. The bus slowly pulled away, kicking up a storm of dust as it rumbled down the dry, late summer roads. Shrieking laughter filled the air as the bus hit pothole after pothole. Teagan could practically see the kids bouncing off the seats in the back row. 

Maisy passed her clipboard onto Emma, stopping before she got onto the second bus. “You’re not coming are you?” Maisy asked, light and airy as usual. 

Things had gradually smoothed out between them. Time and the kids had brought them all together again and although they'd never be good friends, it was too much work to truly hold a grudge. 

“No, I’m heading back with Teagan,” Beth smiled. 

“Hmm, figured,” Maisy grinned, “why ride the bus when you could ride, with your girlfriend,”

Teagan raised an eyebrow but Beth only shrugged as if to say duh. 

They watched Maisy load onto the bus and then finally got into the truck and pulled away from camp themselves. The truck felt quiet after the excitement of the goodbyes. They sent one last wave to Emma as they pulled away from camp and finally got on the road. 

With the sound of gravel crunching under her tires, a gentle wind through the windows and Beth’s hair drifting around it in, Teagan felt like they sat on both the end and the very beginning of something new. Teagan slid a hand on Beth’s thigh, the warmth, the familiarity, it was all she needed. Beth grinned at her, laced their fingers and squeezed. What an unforgettable summer.

Acknowledgments 

phyllocnistis:

Hi!!!! Congratulations on making it to the end of camp! I told myself I wasn’t going to get too emotional writing an acknowledgment section on a smut piece, but I feel like there are a few things that I need to say as an author. Firstly, I need to extend my deepest gratitudes to a number of people, but specifically to Morgan, one of my best friends and the co-author on this piece. I have loved every minute of building Beth, Teagan and Faith Creek Girl’s Camp with you. This is the first long piece I have started and finished since high school and you’ve really helped me grow as a writer and person during the last year. I can’t thank you enough and I can’t wait to see what else you write in the future (hopefully some more with me!) and I’m sure everyone here feels the same. Secondly, I’d like to thank my partner (who will never read this acknowledgement but I feel inclined to say this anyway) for supporting me when writing was hard and also when it was easy and consuming my life. I love you eternally. And lastly, perhaps most importantly, I want to thank you, reader. As mentioned, I haven’t written something this long with or without help since high school and Faith Creek Girl’s camp has brought me so much joy and inspiration throughout the past year and a huge part of that is thanks to you. Your comments, kudos, reblogs, likes, and tags have been so unbelievably kind and have definitely kept us going when we were busy or in a writer’s rut. I’m sure Morgan feels the same on this one, but truly, your kind words mean the world to us. I’m so thankful to be in a position to share a story about lesbians at church camp that doesn’t end painfully like many of the real-life stories I know on the topic. Sorry this got kind of rambly, I love you all and urge you to stick around to see what else we write going forward. You’ve been a great co-counselor and I hope the rest of your year goes swimmingly! 

-Mitch/Phyllocnistis

@m-mmoonshine 's author note:

Oh my god I can’t believe camp is over! Our girls are in love and onto their next adventure!! 

Faith Creek Girls Camp was an absolute joy to write! Exploring these characters and playing with them was such an incredible experience. And doing it all with phyllocnistis too, UGH I couldn’t have asked for a better writing partner!!! You took many of my firsts on this fic phyllocnistis, my first original characters, first writing collaboration, one of my first long fics. It was incredible I learned so so much and I'm so so thankful for the patience and guidance you’ve offered me through this whole process!

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Chapter 10

Bethany

Beth was sweltering, it was cool outside but their date left her close to panting. Teagan paid the bill in record time after she pulled Bethany in and used her own words against her. Teagan acted downright territorial while she paid the bill at the front, one hand wrapped around Bethany’s waist possessively. Her hand had splayed over Bethany’s abdomen thumb so close to the small swell of her breast. Their waitresses' dull eyes had flicked down and she had pursed her lips. Bethany’s clothes had felt too hot, too close to her skin. 

Then, while they walked back to her truck Teagan held Bethany’s hand like it belonged to her. Bethany felt downright dizzy from the blood rushing through her veins. Her own possessiveness rose up to meet Teagan’s and she finally snapped when they reached Teagan’s truck. 

“God you-“ Bethany grit her teeth and pushed Teagan against the passenger door of her truck. Bethany really needed to stop using the lord's name in vain, Teagan was such a terrible influence she thought. 

Her sentence lost to frustration, words fully escaped her as she watched Teagan perk up with a grin. Lit only from an overhead street lamp, Teagan looked like a delinquent. Piercings, tattoos peeking out and glinting, her hair messy, that smug grin. Ugh! Bethany loved it almost as much as she loved Teagan needy and doing everything she asked. 

If Teagan was charmingly pretty in the early sunlight she was alluringly hot under the moonlight. Her dark hair fell in her eyes a little and Bethany ran her fingers through it. She was only going to brush it away but the darker possessiveness from their evening had her dragging her nails through it. She fisted the strands at the nape of her neck tenderly. 

Both their mouths hung open, equally shocked by Bethany’s boldness. 

“Fuck,” Teagan whispered, her head tilted back, hands loosely grabbing onto Bethany’s clothes. 

“Good fucking girl,” Bethany said once again and watched as Teagan’s eyes dilated. 

It was all she could take, she crashed into Teagan kissing her slack mouth and pulling her hair harder. Teagan moaned back and tugged Bethany in close. 

Teagan had only just slipped her tongue along Bethany’s lips when a car door slammed across the lot.

The pair broke apart abruptly. 

“God what was that Beth?” Teagan laughed breathlessly. She leaned her head back against the truck. 

“What was the arm around my waist then,” Bethany tsked looking away from Teagan’s exposed neck. 

“You liked it,” Teagan grinned. Seeing Teagan smug once again Bethany gave up.  She scoffed and pushed Teagan away from the door so she could get in. Teagan only laughed and held the door open. 

Bethany put her feet up on the dash in rebellion but Teagan just laughed again and pulled out of the lot onto the highway.

Teagan 

Butterflies flapped wildly in Teagan’s stomach as she glanced over at Bethany in the passenger seat. She sat with her heels propped on the airbag  as she watched the landscape fly past them. Teagan returned her gaze to the highway ahead of her. 

Bethany was full of surprises. Teagan assumed she’d never broken a rule in her life, stayed out of trouble, did everything she was supposed to, and she expected the same of others. Her alcohol tolerance said differently. You didn’t build that up from one or two nights. Bethany must have an awful lot of drinking experience. 

She was also very forward once their clothes came off. God.

They passed a familiar dirt road and Teagan's brain stalled for a moment before she slowed the truck and pulled a U-turn. 

Bethany perked up in her seat, “where are we going?” 

“It’s a surprise,” Teagan said as she flipped her high beams on. 

“A surprise? But we have to get back to camp don’t we?”

“Nah, no one will miss us,” Teagan joked, she caught Bethany’s unimpressed raised brow when she looked over and smirked, “live a little Beth, you said you had a ‘life before you met me’ didn’t you?”

“Yeah I did say that didn’t I?” Bethany played along. 

“Ok,” Teagan shrugged, “so what,” she cocked her head to the side, “you stayed out past curfew and drank a few coolers or something?”

“Not quite, more like sharing a mickey of vodka with myself on a Tuesday night,” Bethany snorted and reclined in her seat. 

“Oh shit really,” Teagan exclaimed, gleefully shocked. 

“Yeah,” Bethany rolled her eyes, she looked a little embarrassed, “but I don’t do that anymore, I reconnected with the lord.”

“But you did drink the other night,” Teagan prompted. 

“Yeah I did, didn’t I?” Bethany conceded. 

“It was fucking badass,” Teagan assured her. 

Bethany grinned and tipped her head back. She looked fucking good curled up in Teagan’s passenger seat.

“It’s not me…” Bethany rolled her eyes and turned to look back out the window. 

There was a long pause as Teagan drove the gravel road. Teagan wondered if that was true. She seemed so true to herself when she was tipsy that night. The way she made Teagan wait, the way she asked for what she wanted. Her honesty, her boldness, it made Teagan ache. It sure seemed like ‘Beth’. Who said you couldn’t drink, break the rules a few times, and still love the lord or whatever.  

Bethany shifted around in her seat. “I’ve been doing a lot of uncharacteristic stuff lately,” Bethany said to the blurring landscape out her window. 

“Like what?”

“Kissing girls for one.”

Teagan looked over quickly, Bethany still faced the window, “That’s new?” Teagan asked, deciding to fake surprise.

Bethany looked over to meet Teagan's eyes and narrowed her gaze, “yeah that’s new.”

“Do you like it?” Teagan asked. She pulled the truck onto another off-road.

“Yeah I do,” Bethany admitted, “a lot.”

Teagan stared at Bethany as she slowed the truck, “you wanna do it some more?” 

Teagan put the truck in park. They’d driven away from the forest and into an area of open fields. The grass swayed in the breeze reflecting the moonlight in a slow tasseled wave. 

Teagan looked away from the ignition she’d just killed to find Beth had completely changed her tune. Her half lidded gaze screamed ‘fuck me’, and she was crossing her legs to face Teagan eagerly. 

Teagan leaned in, as if for a kiss, but reached behind Bethany’s seat to grab the rolled up mattress pad she had stored in the back seat. She pulled back and gleefully watched Bethany’s eyes flutter open with a look of confusion and betrayal.  

“Wha-“ Bethany cried.

Teagan couldn’t help the laugh that tumbled out of her, “you’re cute.”

Bethany looked indignant but Teagan could see a faint blush in dim light, “come on, I’ve got one more surprise,” she promised. She pulled the mattress pad out. 

Teagan loved her truck bed, it’s been  her happy place since she bought it. With the mattress pad in the bed, it was the perfect place to escape to. She could drive it anywhere, somewhere no one knew where to find her and just be.

Teagan unrolled the foam and watched Bethany hoist herself over the side of the truck with a foot on the wheel. Hot. Legs. Fuck. Teagan averted her gaze quickly and kicked her sneakers off to settle back onto the mattress. 

“Wow Teagan, I didn’t know you were such a romantic,” Bethany ribbed her playfully. 

Teagan gave a surprised bark of laughter, “I’m- yeah you know what, yeah I am, what’re you gonna do about it?” she let her head roll playfully to the side. 

Bethany wet her lips quickly probably unconsciously but Teagan’s eyes were drawn regardless. 

“I’ve got some ideas…” Bethany trailed off 

Teagan hummed over the singing crickets and leaned closer. 

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” Bethany breathed.

Teagan captured Beth’s lips in a sweet kiss. It felt like a first kiss all over again. It was soft and slow and Teagan pulled Bethany closer on the mattress. 

They ended up tangled laying side by side trading slow kisses. Teagan was lost in it, it felt effortless, like a coordinated dance she didn’t know she knew. 

The strength and conviction that she wanted Bethany with scared her a little. She broke off the kiss and brushed moon pale hair from Bethany’s face. She looked lazy, her lips parted and swollen. Eyes hazy, she looked drunk all over again. 

“You look… so fucking good like this,” Teagan blurted. 

Bethany’s eyes widened and her breath caught

“Oh,” she breathed. 

Flustered, Teagan kissed Beth again to avoid embarrassing herself. 

Bethany broke the next heart melting kiss with a growing smile, “so romantic,” she teased.

Teagan groaned, pulled Beth into her chest, and laid back on the padded truck bed. Bethany giggled into her shirt and Teagan grinned up at the stars. She shook her head, fuck being scared,this felt fucking good.

Her and Beth felt good, they felt right.

Bethany

The drive back to camp was comfortable, they talked about the campers from last week and made guesses on the campers set to arrive the next day. Teagan pretended she didn’t care but she remembered their names and their interests. She told stories about them with an exasperated fondness that made Bethany want to kiss her across the consul. 

They got back to camp and ready for bed in comfortable silence. It felt like she’d known Teagan for far longer than a week the way she felt comfortable in her presence. With their teeth brushed and night time routines nearly done, Teagan broke the silence.

Teagan settled on her own bed, “so, you built up the alcohol tolerance of an ox but you’ve never kissed a girl before?”

Bethany feels the back of her neck flush with embarrassment, Teagan seemed to think she had a wild past because she could handle her liquor, but it wasn’t like she was  going to crazy parties or anything. She did most of her drinking alone and she had a boyfriend for most of high school, when would she possibly have kissed a girl.

“It never came up I guess,” Bethany just shrugged it off.

Teagan scrunched her nose, “do you like kissing boys?” She prodded.

“Meh,” Bethany shrugged again, “do you?” 

“Ew no?” Teagan said quickly, her face scrunched in mild disgust.

Bethany laughed and climbed into Teagan’s bed fitting herself in tight to her body. “That doesn’t surprise me,” Bethany said, settling her weight against Teagan’s side. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Teagan grumbled to the ceiling. She still tucked her arm around Bethany.

Bethany hummed that she didn’t really know what it meant and they lapsed into silence again. This was their last night before the kids showed up tomorrow and she wanted to be as close to Teagan as she could. 

Teagan dropped it easily and they fell asleep, blissfully tangled together on Teagan’s tiny twin bed. They woke up similarly tangled. Bethany’s head lay on Teagan’s chest. Her arm was horribly crammed between them but she couldn’t be happier. The sound of Teagan breathing through her mouth into Bethany’s hair made her feel downright giddy. It felt real and domestic, Bethany didn’t want it to end.

Eventually Bethany had to free her arm unless she wanted to lose it to blood loss. She had only just shifted away when Teagan’s arm shot out and pulled her back in. Sprawled over Teagan’s body she squealed and flailed. The ordeal turned into a lazy make out in the sheets. It seemed they both wanted to put off the inevitable.

They got up, got dressed, and showered with breaks for playful conversation and kisses. They were about to leave the cabin, both standing at the door, Bethany with her whistle and clipboard and Teagan who was tying her hair back. 

Bethany cleared her throat. “So when the kids come back…” she started, still unsure how she wanted to word it. 

“You wanna pretend there’s nothing going on?” Teagan drawled. It seemed like she was joking as usual but her eyes were a little sharper than normal. 

“Well no- I mean..” Bethany stumbled. 

“It’s ok, I get it,” Teagan’s smile was tight, this was obviously something that needed clarification, Teagan was doing a poor job of disguising her hurt. 

“No wait,” Bethany grabbed her arm before she could open the door to leave. “Teagan they- they’re kids, let’s just…” Bethany flapped her arms a bit as she tried to find the words. Better to just be honest, “we can’t share the same bed while they’re here ok?” She rushed out. 

Teagan stood with her brows raised. 

Nervous Bethany adds, “what if they came in for help?”

Teagan eased up a bit, “sure Beth, I get it, I’m on the couch while the kids are here.” She played up her disappointment giving Beth the kind of eyes only a licked puppy could make. 

Bethany felt her heart jerk in her chest. Unable to find the words, she seized a kiss from Teagan’s lips. It felt intense and it was over way too quickly, but Bethany knew she couldn’t derail their morning much longer. No matter how much she wanted to drag Teagan over to her bed. Bethany pulled back and stared into Teagan’s shocked eyes for only a moment before she swept out of the room. 

They made breakfast for the last time before the chef would arrive at noon that day. Teagan almost burnt the toast staring at Bethany with an apron tied around her waist. Maisy gave both of them knowing looks for that. 

For the first time since she’d been a counsellor, Bethany almost didn’t want the kids to arrive. This weekend felt like a cheesy romance movie with lots and lots of scenes she wouldn't dare watch with her mother present. Despite the end of their time alone Bethany couldn’t deny she was excited for the camp activities, new faces, bonfires, and worship hours. This weekend she’d have Teagan by her side too, she thought with a small smile. 

“Fuck fuck fuck” Teagan’s voice rose above the clattering of cooking. Bethany looked to see her as she juggled toast onto plates and Bethany bit her lip to suppress her goofy grin. 

She hoped Teagan didn’t think she wanted to keep them a secret. She didn’t, Bethany didn’t, she just had an image to keep up for camp. Public displays of affection would not be proper for a kids camp. She’s sure Teagan would feel the same. 

Teagan

Since the kids arrived on the great old school bus, camp had been go go go. There’s daily activities to organize and attend, homesick kids to console, bandaids to apply, sunscreen to hand out, and kid after kid after kid to belay on the rock wall. 

Every night, exhausted, she fell into bed and felt her feet ache. She started wearing a tank top to bed again at Bethany’s insistence. The likelihood a kid comes into their quarters was low, but Teagan just rolled her eyes and did as she was told. 

That first night it had been a genuine surprise to feel Bethany slide under the covers with her. It had been a hot afternoon with orientations and icebreakers. They put the kids to bed and were finally getting into their own. Teagan had almost held her sheets up and offered to let Bethany climb in beside her before she remembered Bethany’s request to sleep separately. It didn’t bother her, really… She understood why Beth would want to have those boundaries but the conversation dug just a little close to home. She didn’t like having to hide and she didn’t like feeling like a secret. Regardless, they silently got under their own covers and tried their best to drift off. 

There were no footsteps, no soft spoken words, no warning at all before Bethany was sliding into her bed. 

“Beth, are you sure?” Teagan whispered, groggy from being near asleep. She slid her arms around Beth’s body unconsciously relieved to feel, physically, that Bethany wanted to be here with her. 

“Shhhh, don’t mention it,” Bethany whispered back.

Teagan couldn’t lie, it soothed the little concerns she’d had about Bethany. She’d been worried for a moment that their developing ‘whatever this was’ would sour when the kids came back. 

But it hadn’t, in addition to sleeping in the same bed they had grown closer.

Teagan stopped sneaking out at night, she hasn’t felt a reason to escape, Bethany doesn’t feel like a threat anymore and it doesn’t feel like she’s being judged.

There were stolen kisses too. One was in the back room of the worship hall while a sermon droned on around them. 

“I’m not complaining but-“ Bethany shut Teagan up with another slow kiss. 

“Mmmm,” Teagan could only mumble into Beth’s lips. She let Bethany push her into the back of the pews as the pastor told the same story he’d told last week all over again. 

There were also the obvious glances. Beth watched Teagan at the rock climbing wall. Her eyes lingered on Teagan’s harness, uncaring that Teagan was watching her back. In turn Teagan watched Beth in her tight red swimsuit, admiring where it dug into the flesh at her ass whenever she strayed down to the water. 

Sometimes, when they exchanged these stolen stares over the meal hall or during group camp activity, Maisy would comment. A raise of her brows, a cheeky remark. They all fanned the flames in Teagan. She wanted them to be seen, for others to know.

The beginning of the week flew by, and Teagan went along for the ride happily, getting swept up in their growing connection.

Bethany

Maisy handed Bethany the rest of the marshmallows and Bethany put them away for now. The kids were happily roasting marshmallows and crunching on s’mores after another long day at camp. Maisy sat heavily on a log beside Bethany and sighed. 

“Your girlfriend is watching you again,” Maisy said over the crackling of the campfire.

Bethany couldn’t help herself from looking over and catching Teagan’s eyes over the fire. She was strumming the guitar she’d taken, with permission this time, to provide some music for that night's bonfire. They’d been keeping some space between them at events like this since the kids got back for both of their sakes. There were already rumours amongst the campers that there was something up between them. All they could do at this point was try and look like they weren’t hopelessly in love in front of everyone. 

“You know,” Maisy drawled, “I could cover you if you guys wanted to go hang out by the lake?” 

Bethany tore her eyes from Teagan’s watchful gaze to see if Maisy was serious. 

“I don’t mind, I’ll tell the bonfire story and get them back to bed for you, it’s on the way to my cabin anyways.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that,” Bethany made herself say. She couldn’t shirk her duties no matter how badly she wanted a moment alone with Teagan. 

“You don’t have to ask, I just offered,” Maisy shrugged. “Take it or leave it, I don’t care.”

Without much of a second thought, Bethany stood and announced, “Teagan, could you help me put the kayaks up for the night?” 

The dark haired girl perked up. She finished off the song abruptly and bowed to a few kids who clapped. She left after saying goodbye to Maisy’s co-counsellor and joined Bethany on the path to the lake. 

“Sooo, the kayaks huh?” Teagan tilted her head trying to catch Bethany's eyes. 

“Shush Teagan, it’s a  very important camp duty,” Bethany quipped. 

Bethany didn’t have any plan she just wanted time with Teagan but she was pleasantly surprised when Teagan offered her a game of beach volleyball. Offered was a pretty generous word, Teagan pretty much demanded a match. She had cockily said she’d beat Bethany easy and Bethany happily took the bait. 

The sand was cooling on her feet as she effortlessly volleyed, set, and spiked the ball into Teagan's quart over and over again. Teagan wasn’t bad, she was actually pretty good, but Bethany had years more practice and athleticism under her belt. Bethany was enjoying herself so much she didn’t even have to focus on her own jumps she could watch Teagan instead. She tied her hair up, same as Bethany, but Teagan’s half pony was coming loose. Pieces of her hair strayed into her face and stuck to her forehead. She panted with her mouth open, sweat gathered on her upper lip. Her face was flushed with exertion, it made her freckles stand out even more. She had begun to move clumsily, regularly missing the 

 spikes and volleys Bethany sent her way. But she tried, god did she try, and her efforts were hot. She didn’t hesitate to slide in the sand to get a ball or grunt when she spiked. 

Bethany waited a little longer on her next serve trying to catch her breath from yet another of Teagan’s spikes. It should be a sin, the noises she made. 

“What?” Teagan grinned, straightening up from her ready position across the net. 

“Just can’t get over how noisy you are,” Bethany teased. 

“Oh the grunting?”

“Yes, goodness why do you do that?”

“It helps with my performance,” Teagan smirked, pushing her hair back. 

Bethany rolled her eyes and served the ball again. They played to 25 points. The score was 25/14 for Bethany. She was pretty proud of herself. She ducked under the net confidently to where Teagan was laid in the sand where she failed to reach the last ball Bethany sent her way. Her shorts slid down her hips leaving the skin there deliciously exposed.  

“You were so close,” Bethany teased. She reached out a hand to help Teagan up. It was the least she could do after beating her so bad. 

“I could have won,” Teagan theatrically waved her arms, “if this were a contact sport you wouldn’t stand a chance,” she insisted. 

“I’m taller than you,” Bethany scoffed, shaking her offered hand, indicating the offer was about to expire.

Teagan narrowed her eyes and grabbed Bethany's hand. Her grip was strong, firm, and it tugged Bethany right down into the sand. Bethany Fell on top of Teagan who flipped her quickly. Bethany protested, wrestling was not a sport she’d ever been interested in. Teagan made it fun though. They tussled in the sand a bit, grabbing at each other and trying to flip the other with their hips. Bethany held her own, Teagan must have felt she couldn’t win, it was the only reason she'd play so dirty and grab Bethany’s butt like she did.  

Bethany gasped and Teagan pinned her to the sand. Her hands migrated to Bethany’s hips. Teagan kissed her hard then and it drained all the fight out of Bethany. Teagan's tongue was soft, her teeth sharp on Bethany’s lips. Eyes fluttered closed and they rolled around in the sand with a new focus. Teagan’s hips pushed into hers and she moaned. 

“Teagan, please,” Bethany whined.

“What’s wrong,” Teagan hummed, never easing the pressure. 

Bethany pulled back a bit, she stared at the dark haired girl below her. Sand stuck to their skin in places but Teagan didn’t look like she cared at all, her eyes focused on Bethany, waiting intently for her answer. 

“Want your strap,” Bethany said nervously. 

“Fuck,” Teagan choked out, “what? You want it tonight?”

“Yes.”

“The kids leave in a few-“

 “Please Teagan, I want it tonight” Bethany felt insane for the impatient rush of needing to be filled. But she didn’t want to wait for the kids to leave in a few days she wanted to feel it now, no she needed to. 

“Beth-” Teagan tried again.

Bethany dropped back over Teagan, “we’ll be quiet, I just want to feel you inside,” Bethany whispered against Teagan’s cheek. 

“Jesus Beth,” Teagan breathed. 

“Nothing crazy, please?” 

Teagan 

Teagan fell back onto the bed where Bethany pushed her. She sat heavily, almost stunned as Bethany started tugging at her shorts immediately.

The walk to their cabin had been shorter than usual, Bethany had clung to her hand and tugged her along the path with a one track mind. 

Sat now on the bed with her shorts half down her thighs she felt a bit of whiplash. Bethany had abandoned Teagan’s clothes to tear her own off. 

“Beth,” Teagan whispered, “slow down baby,” she grabbed Beth’s hand to hold for a second. 

Bethany let out a shaky breath looking nervous and maybe a little embarrassed, but no less eager than before. 

“Go get it for me,” Teagan prompted. She didn’t want to rush but she needed Bethany to know she wanted this just as badly. The memory of Bethany whispering she wanted Teagan’s strap would be prime masturbation material until she died. 

Bethany returned with the strap, she set it in Teagan’s lap, and bent to kiss her again. The vulgarity of the toy being set down on Teagan’s crotch and the sweet short kiss Bethany gave her sent a shiver up her spine. Teagan shoved her shorts off all the way and pulled the strap over her underwear. It bunched up the fabric but she didn’t stop to fix it, only pulled Bethany onto the bed with her.

“Come here.”

Bethany lay alongside her, face to face. They clumsily slid together, the soft silicone of the strap dragged against Bethany’s skin. She gasped at the new sensation and Teagan pulled her closer. Bethany’s grip on her was strong, her nails dug into Teagan’s skin, she must be nervous. 

“Nothing crazy, remember? Just us, we can stop whenever you want,” Teagan soothed. 

Bethany nodded, “I want you.”

Teagan kissed her to distract herself from how hot it was to be wanted by Beth. She lost herself in the kiss. Bethany started grinding against her, her hips arching towards Teagan’s cock. Bethany whimpered a ‘now please’, and Teagan didn’t wait any longer. She pushed Bethany up on the bed sheets bunching and falling to the side. Her hand ghosted down Bethany’s body to her soaked panties and rubbed slowly over top the fabric. 

“God, you’re so ready for me,” Teagan felt herself throb under the harness. 

She pulled Beth’s panties to the side and took her time feeling between her wet folds. She slid one finger inside, then two, and watched Bethany’s face screw up.

“You’re doing so well,” Teagan said. She used her thumb to slowly rub Beth’s clit at the same time. 

“Teagan,” Bethany pleaded desperately, canting her hips into Teagan's hand. 

“It’s ok,” Teagan hushed Bethany. Her impatience was hot but Teagan didn’t want to get carried away and hurt her so she lined herself up carefully. 

“Yes,” Beth panted in anticipation against Teagan’s hair. 

They both held their breath as Teagan nudged the tip into Bethany’s slickness. It slid through her lips and notched itself right at her opening. She exhaled shakily and Teagan checked on her briefly before continuing to push. The toy slid inside slowly and Teagan slid it all the way until their hips were snug and Bethany hiccuped a whimper. Her face was open, it looked both held wreaked pain and pleasure. 

“Too much?” Teagan asked wincing that she’d gone all the way in on the first slide. 

“It’s a lot,” Bethany whined. 

“Do you want me to-“ Teagan started to withdraw and Bethany held her close.

“-No, stay,” she demanded. 

“Kay I’m here,” Teagan reassured and settled gently. 

She stayed fully seated in Bethany as the blonde adjusted. Teagan’s hands wandered down Beth’s body again. A pleasant distraction would help her open up. Teagan bit her lip to muffle the moans that wanted to rip free when she felt where they were connected. She drew her fingers up and started playing with the bud of Beth’s clit. 

Bethany’s own hand came up to cover her mouth and she buried her face into Teagan's hair, unintentionally pushing her neck right in Teagan's face. Teagan didn’t let up, she played with Bethany while she ever so slowly rocked their hips together. It wasn’t enough to rock the bed just the barest hints of movement. When Beth crested she threw her head against the pillow and shook as her hand muffled her own cries. 

Teagan could only watch her in silence, mouth hung open on its hinges. Bethany had stopped quaking for only a moment before Teagan shoved her hand between herself and the harness and desperately finished herself off. It was desperate and left stars behind her eyes.

“God Teagan… did you just,” Bethany’s whisper was hoarse her hands clinging. 

“Yeah sorry,” Teagan panted slightly embarrassed at how easily she came.

Bethany

The bus was swelteringly hot despite every window being open as wide as possible. The younger girls at the front didn’t seem to mind, at least, they were too focused on the host of activities that waited for them in the following month. The sound of girls laughing and squealing in excitement could be heard over the sound of the bus creaking as it carried the group up winding, narrow roads. As the bus driver expertly maneuvered the pot-hole filled roads, Bethany closed her eyes and smiled. A cool breeze whipped blonde hair into her face.

“Finally,” she thought, “I’m back.”

Attending Faith Creek Girls Camp was Bethany’s favorite time of year. She’d been a camper for years before finally growing old enough to work as a counselor, something she’d been doing for a while now. So far this summer, she had already taken the trip up the mountain twice, a different group of excitable preteens scrambling off the bus in front of her, eager to learn about their Lord but more eager to have unrestrained, summer fun with their friends for five days. Bethany had always been an outlier; as a camper, she had enjoyed the tabernacle sessions, bible studies, and sermons more than physical activities like canoeing, volleyball, or archery. As an adult, though, she found it more and more gratifying to come back and teach these sports, explaining the importance of Christ and how he could fit into the lives of each and every one of the campers, even through an activity as mundane as rock climbing.

The sound of preteen girls screaming enthusiastically told her that they had arrived and she opened her eyes with a big smile, tucking windswept pieces of hair behind her ear. Bethany watched as the campers tumbled out of the bus and onto the pavement, looming pine trees providing shade from the sun’s rays. Grabbing her duffel bag, she reached for the small golden cross that hung around her neck, fiddling with it as she stepped off the bus and into the warm afternoon. The mountain air was thin, but fresh and crisp. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and as the last counselors who had ridden the bus exited, Bethany turned to face the group of impatient campers.

“Who’s ready for an unforgettable time?!”

—----

After Bethany passed the group of campers off to camp leaders, she turned and made her way to the bunks with the other counselors. Since she had already worked the previous month, all of her belongings were already here, minus the rotation of clothes she had taken home this weekend to wash. She had decorated her side of the shared room in a way that made it feel uniquely hers for the summer; a pennant banner hung above her perfectly made bed with the words “ I <3 GOD” stamped in bold red letters on it. On her nightstand, a picture frame sat displaying young Bethany and her best camp friend at the beach. She dropped her duffel bag onto her bed and looked around the rest of her cabin just as the sounds of campers could be heard busting into the far side of the cabin. This month, eight girls aged from 12-14, would be bunking in her cabin, separated by a log wall that ran perpendicular to Bethany’s bed. Last week, her roommate and co-counselor, Leslie, had moved out early, leaving her room half empty. It made her heart sad to not see Leslie’s box of embroidery floss on the desk or her life jacket hanging on the wall, but she couldn’t deny that she was thrilled to meet her new roomie: camp was for meeting new people.

After putting away her toiletries, Bethany checked the time and realized she was running late for the first counselor meeting. Pulling a cardigan over her shoulders, she quickly peeked at her reflection. Soft features and perfectly trimmed eyebrows stared back at her, not a hair out of line. She busted out of the cabin door, hiking her skirt up to her shins to keep it clean. Her sandals smacked the dirt path as she walked quickly down the paved walkway between trees she knew like the back of her hand. In no time, she was rounding the corner to the main pavilion and her heart swelled as she saw friends she hadn’t seen in years and the faces of new friends she hadn’t met yet.

When Emma, the camp director, was done giving her weekly spill (the same rehearsed speech Bethany had heard dozens of times at this point,) she had a chance to finally mingle. She pulled her cardigan tighter around her sloped shoulders as the sun began to dip behind the trees, cooling the air. One of her favorite friends, Maisy, was here this month. Maisy lived out of town and could usually only make it for one month out of the summer, but Bethany loved when she could. She had hoped that Maisy would be her roommate this year, but after she’d asked, Maisy had politely declined, citing her love of Cabin 2 over Cabin 4.

Understandable, Bethany thought, she didn’t want to leave her cabin either so she couldn’t blame Maisy. Still, she was excited to catch up. Bethany talked about the camp’s most notable events of the summer so far; like Hanna Sosa getting pushed into the lake or Lacey Loyd almost falling off the ropes course. Maisy looked less than impressed, softly offering Bethany an awkward laugh before turning to mingle with a group of friends that Bethany wasn't keen on. Instinctively, Bethany reached for her cross necklace, immediately understanding that Maisy may be growing distant from her and not truly embracing the camp spirit like they had as kids. This hurt her feelings and truthfully, scared her, though she didn't want to think about it right now.

Trying to ignore the feeling, Bethany turned to the rest of the group, saying hello to the other counselors she had worked with all summer just to ease her tension. At least she knew these people were reliable, even if they weren't her closest friends. Finally, she saw a brief opening to speak to Emma, excited to see if there was any news on her new roommate. She approached nervously, having always been intimidated by Emma’s ‘no nonsense’ personality. Emma looked up from her clipboard with a close-lipped smile.

“Ah! Bethany, just the girl I was looking for!”

Bethany felt her heart sink. Was she in trouble?

Why would Emma be looking for her?

Before she could get a word out, Emma turned and grabbed the arm of another counselor milling around and pulled her over aggressively, but not maliciously. The girl looked offended by this, glaring up at Emma with dark, brooding eyes.

“This,” she continued, “is Teagan. She’s your new roommate for the next month. Can you show her the cabin?”

Bethany stared at the girl in front of her, jaw slack. This could not be her new roommate. Teagan wore dark eyeliner around both eyes and a denim jacket covered in patches, some with words Bethany didn’t even recognize. Her hair was short, barely touching her shoulders and was unnaturally black, like she had dyed it herself. In her ears, more than a dozen rings sparkled against the firelight and for a moment, when she lifted her bag over her shoulder, her shirt raised up a little and Bethany thought she saw a tattoo on her hip. She was nothing like Leslie at all.

“You should close your mouth, you’ll catch flies,” Teagan said, breaking Bethany from her trance. Emma shot Teagan a glaring look, staring down at her with a tense gaze.

“Sorry,” she said as she offered a fake curtsy to Bethany,

“Where do we go?”

Teagan

Bethany's room was an absolute fucking nightmare. The banners on the walls, floral patterned clothes and stacks of bible book courses were not a welcome sight, though they were one she had fully anticipated. Last month, her mother had scolded her for not taking church “seriously” after she had come home from school and mocked the church’s pastor, challenging some of his teachings in front of the whole clergy. Her mother had been livid, threatening all sorts of punishments; from refusing to pay for her school to taking her truck away for the summer. She had eventually calmed down and decided Tegan could choose her own fate, offering her the opportunity to choose Faith Creek as a sort of “spiritual rehabilitation.” Seeing as she didn't have another way to pay for school and couldn't dream of not seeing her friends later in the summer, here she stood; staring across the room at her new, God-loving roommate for the next month.

“So.. What classes are you teaching?” Bethany asked, obviously trying to break the tension growing in the room. Her voice was sweet and bright, like a candied fruit. She stood on her side of the room next to her bed, arms crossed. The rest of the cabin was silent as kids gathered outside for evening icebreaker activities. Teagan could tell she meant well by her inquiry; surely, this Godly woman wouldn't be rude directly to her face. Still, her reaction to her appearance before had been visceral, a reaction Teagan normally loved from people, just.. usually ones she wasn't living with for extended periods of time.

“I, uh. Don't actually know. Rock climbing, I think,” Teagan answered, pulling out the papers tucked under her arm. Flipping through them all, she struggled to find the schedule she was looking for, weighed down by the lengthy pages on scripture, camp rules, and maps. Bethany watched for several moments before approaching cautiously, reaching a hand out towards the stack of papers in Teagan’s hand.

“Can I see?”

In no time at all, Bethany confirmed that this month, Teagan would be teaching rock climbing; supervising two groups, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. Teagan vaguely remembered checking the “rock climbing” box on her work application, hoping her limited knowledge of belaying and alpinism could score her a “fun” assignment, as opposed to a less exciting class like a devotional or nature walks. She was pleased with this assignment, sure she could stick it out and get through the month.

Tired from the drive here, Teagan flopped down onto her bed with her hands behind her head and as if on cue, the front door to the cabin could be heard slamming as girls made their way back into the cabin laughing hysterically. The sound was grating on Teagan’s ears and immediately, she reached for a pillow that she held over her face to muffle it. Over the sound of laughter and through the feathers, she heard a cough, more like a throat clearing, and dreaded having to face Bethany. Slamming the pillow down onto her messily made bed, Teagan sat up and was met with disapproving eyes staring down at her, her arms crossed. She blinked purposefully and raised her eyebrows as if to say, “what gives?” Though she was trying her hardest to look tough, Teagan couldn’t help but chuckle under her breath at the sight of Bethany’s comically mad frown.

“Is something funny?” she asked, her eyes wide and quizzical. Though she must be angry, the softness in her voice and peachy glow in her cheeks made it hard for Teagan to tell.

“Not at all,” Teagan answered, standing and striding past her into the open cabin, their eyes locked until she actually stepped out of the room. The room fell quiet for a moment as the counselor appeared, but chaos quickly returned with Teagan’s surprisingly upbeat dismissal,

“What is up, Cabin 4!” Immediately, the sounds of shrill screams and laughter took over the room again and Bethany was left standing in her bunk, stunned, for a moment. Eventually, she found herself and returned to the main part of the cabin to help with the rowdy group.

Teagan knew the best way to get through this month would be to “fake it” until she could get off by herself and have a moment of peace. She had plenty of accelerants for that stashed in her car but truly, even just a dip in the lake on her own would put her at ease. So she did just that, pretending to love every second of camp life and following Bethany’s lead when it came to actually supervising. The campers warmed up to her right away, thinking she was just “too cool!” She watched Bethany seethe as the girls asked her questions about the patches on her jacket and about the way she did her makeup. Bethany interrupted,

“Okay girls, time for bed! Get your jammies and toothbrushes, we’re gonna walk down to the showerhouse!”

A choir of groans sang out as the girls reluctantly stood to dig through their suitcases. Teagan shot Bethany a look, intrigued by what she thought was.. jealousy? She returned to her room to get her shoes before joining Bethany and the campers at the front of the cabin, the group of them walking as a unit past the other cabins and the messhall to the showers. Bethany took a seat on a bench outside to wait as girls brushed their teeth and showered. Teagan watched as Bethany crossed her legs at the knees and the maroon fabric of her skirt tightened over her skin. Trying to ignore it and move on, she approached the showerhouse and leaned against it. She could feel her roommate’s stare boring into her as she leaned on the wooden wall of the building, staring out into the woods beyond them. Eventually, the feeling became too apparent and she had to look, turning her head abruptly to meet Bethany’s eyes. For just a moment, Teagan saw her eyes widen before she looked away, tucking her hands into her jacket and glancing back nervously only once. The two didn’t speak for the remaining 20 minutes it took for the campers to get ready for bed which only made it drag on agonizingly slow. Each minute felt like an eternity and by the time the group was on their way back to their cabin, Teagan was actually grateful for the sounds of girls screaming and laughing.

When they made it back, it was nearly 10 pm, time for the mandatory lights out. Bethany returned to the main room and took a seat at the front no longer wearing her cardigan. Instead, Teagan saw nothing but a fitted, grey camp shirt that wrapped around her in ways that seemed truly too unholy for this place. She leaned on the doorframe of their bunk as Bethany recited scripture and praised her Lord, confessing her love for Him. At least, that’s what Teagan thought she was saying; she was too focused on watching her to hear or retain anything she actually said. She couldn’t help but notice how Bethany lit up when she spoke of God, her eyes growing brighter and her smile wider. Teagan couldn’t help but notice the way her hands held the book, fingers delicately marking the pages most important to her. She was fixated on the shimmer that reflected off the necklace around her neck, catching herself very blantantly staring at Bethany’s chest before she removed herself entirely, turning and heading to their bathroom to brush her own teeth. By the time she was spitting minty water back into the sink, Bethany was back in their room and quiet whispers could be heard from the far side of the cabin, no doubt the campers telling scary stories. Teagan tried not to make eye contact as she offered a forced “smile” and walked by Bethany, their fingers briefly grazing one another’s in passing. Bethany turned her head to where Teagan had stood but by that point, she was already flopping into her bed again, oblivious to whatever Bethany needed. She was so close, if she could just make it a little longer, she’d be able to slip out and seek some sort of creature comfort. She bid her time and waited until she could hear nothing but the snores of teenagers and the soft breathing of her roommate, surely asleep now that 45 minutes had passed.

Only one floorboard had creaked as she stepped out of the cabin, one she marked the location of in her head before continuing. It was on the far side of the room she shared with Bethany and for a moment she was worried that it had woken her, turning her head to stare, hoping she hadn’t just busted herself. She stood still for several seconds, the breath caught in her throat, before she was confident that it hadn’t woken Bethany. The rest of the cabin she was less worried about. She was technically in charge, so there would be no reason for the campers to be suspicious. Quietly cracking the door open, she slipped into the cool night air, latching the screen behind her.

Bethany

Does she play me for stupid?

Bethany laid awake in a silent room staring at the wooden rafters above her. She had been a counselor for years now. Did Teagan genuinely think that she wouldn’t notice her sneaking out on the first night? She turned her head to confirm that she was actually gone, her eyes narrowing in distaste at the sight of the empty bed. Quietly, she stood and fastened her sandals before making her own way to the front of the cabin. Taking one last glace at the room full of sleeping campers, she turned and quietly latched the door just as Teagan had. She wasn’t entirely sure where she should look first until she remembered that Teagan had driven here herself. She set off with determination, making her way across the campground to the parking area to see if she could find her untrustworthy roommate.

The parking lot was empty. No lights were on, no engines ran, and nothing look disturbed, so Bethany turned again, unsure if she should just go get Emma or continue looking on her own. She thought back to how the campers had reacted to Teagan, seemingly loving her and wanting to know everything about her while offering Bethany the same lukewarm greeting she was used to from campers their age. When she was younger, she’d had a similar counselor to Teagan for a summer, and though she would never admit it, she had always liked her more than the others. She had been so unique, so cool. So pretty. Just then, a noise pulled her from her thoughts. Rocks tumbling near the lake caused her to snap her head to the side, bee-lining it for the noise she had just heard.

She tried to keep quiet as her sandals moved across the gravel towards the treeline. There was a small trail that lead down to the lake shore, usually only used for the counselor-only parties that were held at the end of each month. Bethany didn’t ususally make the walk out here at night; every week this summer she had been down by the lake before sunset and come back when it was barely dusk. Still, she slipped between the trees on the narrow trail and leaves grazed her bare arms as she made her way into the rocky opening. Immediately, she knew she had been right.

The moon was full tonight and shined down across the lake with a bright, glowing brilliance. Normally, Bethany would have loved this sight. The reflection on the water danced back at her in silver waves that couldn’t be dampened out by the darkness of the lake, even at it’s deepest points. The pine trees loomed over the far side of the lake and created a distinct skyline; triangular tips of branches seemed to pierce the few clouds that floated above. They were so far into the country at Faith Creek that the stars shined brighter than normal, too, unobstructed by city lights or smog. Unfortunately for Bethany, in the middle of it all, a figure sat illuminated by the moon’s glory, leaning back on her elbows, ruining the view for her. Bethany stood still and watched as the feeling of her nightgown tickled her as wind blew the fabric against her calves.

It didn’t seem like Teagan was… doing anything, just sitting there and admiring the evening, sort of like she was. Bethany began to second guess herself now. She had marched over here with a determination, ready to get Teagan thrown from the camp or at least from her cabin, but she started to wonder if she had misread the situation… Taking a deep breath, Bethany took a step forward and the trail crunched under her foot loud enough that she looked down, nervous the sound would give her away. When she raised her head again, Teagan was looking back in her direction, already rising to her feet. In a split moment, Bethany ran through her options. She could run, now realizing that she was out past curfew, too, she didn’t want to get caught either. She could hide in the brush off the side of the trail, though her nightgown was a bright white and Teagan would surely see it. Or she could do.. nothing. She ended up choosing the latter, deciding that she would hold her ground and confront the girl that was already making her summer hellacious.

Putting on her strongest face, she raised her head and pushed her shoulders back as she saw Teagan making her way to the trail where she stood. In just a second, her co-counselor was walking up to her with an inquisitive look in her eyes. She tried to read past the look and figure out what Teagan was actually thinking, but before she could determine anything, her thoughts were interrupted.

“I didn’t take you as someone who would sneak out.”

Her voice was low and soft as she spoke, careful not to raise her pitch. Bethany stared back at her, the “strong” face she had donned now having melted into a look of confusion as she thought about the words.

“I didn’t sneak out! I’m only here because you left in the middle of the night!” She could feel her own voice rushing as she hurried to get the words out, now annoyed that Teagan was accusing her of breaking rules for no reason.

“It’s 11 pm..” Teagan couldn’t help but crack a smile, tilting her head to the side as she continued. “Plus, don’t you think it’s gorgeous?” The question irritated Bethany.

“Obviously, I do, look at-”

“Then why don’t you just come sit with me?”

Bethany felt her face run red as the words sank into her. She wasn’t sure why, but she hoped that Teagan couldn’t see it in the dim light. Several seconds passed in an uneasy silence as the two of them gazed back at each other, Bethany’s mind racing. She hated being out of her cabin this late, there was no one in the bunk in case of an emergency! It would be her fault if anything went wrong! Still, the campers this month were older than usual and were sleeping peacefully back in their cabin, blissfully unaware of the crisis Bethany had found herself in. Waves could be heard lapping against the sand as she gathered herself, pursing her lips before she spoke.

“Fine. But only for a few minutes.”

Bethany

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable this morning.”

Those words echoed in Bethany’s mind for hours after Teagan had settled down into bed. Uncomfortable? Of course Teagan climbing into her personal space and kissing her made her uncomfortable. Despite her encounters with other sexual partners in the past, no one had ever acted so familiar with her body before. Teagan’s confidence made her… uncomfortable. As Bethany lay there, she fought to keep still, her body itched to move around.

Just as Bethany was about to get out of bed, maybe go to the bathroom, or see if Teagan was awake to talk, Teagan rolled out of her bed. Bethany stayed still, her indecisiveness turned to paralysis as Teagan crept out of the cabin. Again.

Bethany let out a breath and finally felt herself relax. Her muscles felt stiff and tense as she melted down into the bed. She folded the sheets back, it was too hot. The night air bathed her heated skin but it wasn’t enough, she could still feel the blood rushing through her body.

Where did Teagan go when she snuck out, did she go to the water every night? Unlikely, she had her car here, she could go anywhere. Did she meet someone? Goodness, why did that thought make her uncomfortable, just the idea made her stomach cramp up.

The restlessness won out and Bethany shifted around to try and get more comfortable. She moved her legs, untangling them from the covers. She shifted her hips and suddenly felt an alarming wetness between her thighs. Concerned, she reached down to check. Bethany pulled her sleep shorts and panties away from her body at the same time. Shocked, she watched with bated breath as a crystal clear slickness shone in the moonlight. It drooled from her lips like a dew coated spider web and covered a small patch of her panties in a slick mess. Jaw dropped, she let the waistband of her sleep shorts snap shut.

Oh Gosh, this could not be happening. Bethany lied back down and tried to ignore the wetness. She could feel it though, and now that she’d seen it, she couldn’t deny it. Everything started to make more sense, the discomfort in her stomach, the overwhelming heat, the slippery panties… Bethany was turned on, thinking of Teagan, and their kiss.

Bethany was a healthy young woman. She’d been turned on before, she’d had sex before. She knew it was nothing to be ashamed of, but this was new. The feeling that she needed to do something about her arousal had never been so persistent. A few times Bethany had tried touching herself but it had just felt weird, so she stopped and never tried again.

Confused and so turned on, Bethany arched her hips against the sheets and felt the heat race up her stomach. The idea of trying again, touching herself now was tempting. She crossed her legs and rubbed her thighs together. Even just the pressure of her legs against herself felt good. Bethany desperately tried to smother the moan that escaped without her permission.

The broken sound escaped anyways and echoed through the cabin. It wrenched Bethany back to the present, the quiet empty cabin and Teagan’s messy sheets. She grit her teeth and shook her head, she wouldn't touch herself, she wouldn't think about her co-counselor like that. She didn’t want Teagan to return while she had her hands in her shorts.

She forced her legs apart and laid on her back trying to cool down. She looked around the dark cabin trying to stay calm. A distracted glance past the dresser reminded her of the strap, she felt herself throb. That's exactly what she needed right now, she wouldn't feel so hot and desperate if she only had that strap inside of her. She clenched around nothing at the thought of hers and Teagan’s hips pressed together-

“No, no, no, don't think about that, go to bed, go to bed, go to bed,” She whispered frantically to herself.

But she couldn’t go to bed, she laid awake for what felt like hours with her legs open. Her nails dug into the palms of her hands to keep them away from her hot core. She controlled her breathing and let herself drift, she almost fell asleep but Teagan returned to their cabin before she could. Teagan stumbled around before falling into her bed. Bethany didn’t move a muscle, the once cooling heat burned bright at the little noises Teagan made when she settled down. Teagan let out a breathy sigh as she stopped moving. Bethany had to clench her teeth around a groan.

Teagan

Teagan looked out across the lake, watching as the moon rippled in the water’s reflection. She dipped her toes in and watched the mirror image tremble. Breath gusted out her lips as she blew out a sigh and laid back to stare at the stars.

Teagan was left in an uneasy silence after her late night apology. Bethany still talked to her, sure, but it was so stiff and formal. She avoided Teagan, always scurrying out of whatever room Teagan had just walked into. At night when it was just them trying to sleep, Teagan felt awkward, it wasn’t a feeling she was used to. So she snuck out again, these moments alone made her feel sane. Bethany must know at this point, Teagan’s stopped trying to hide it. Bethany always laid stiffly, facing the wall, but Teagan was learning her tells. It was the way Bethany held her breath when Teagan made a noise. A slight stiffness in her shoulders pinched tighter. She had also started to look visibly tired at breakfast, yawning and sporting slight bags under her eyes.

Something needed to change, Teagan knew this couldn’t last all month. A direct apology wasn’t well received either so she had to try something different. The question Teagan still needed to figure out was if Bethany was truly uncomfortable with their kiss, or if she was uncomfortable that she liked it. Teagan was pretty sure it was the latter.

She just seemed interested, Bethany watched her like Laura used to. Teagan couldn’t explain it, it was just a feeling. Laura was so similar to her in a lot of ways, denying herself, pulling away bashfully from Teagans attention. It was like a game of push and pull, where they teased each other like a game. Will they won’t they. They both played along until Laura couldn’t help but make a move. The anticipation had built till it broke her dam of hesitation. Only then did her and Teagan finally hook up at the end of the school year. Too bad it didn’t last, Teagan thought wistfully. She pressed her fingers into the wood grain of the dock, she let the feeling ground her.

Maybe that’s what Bethany needed. The dam wasn’t ready to break yet she needed to add some pressure.

Energy renewed, Teagan began to plan. Bethany would break; she just needed some motivation.

Teagan

The very next day Teagan put her plan into action. She tapped Bethany on the shoulder while walking back to the cabin after dinner. The sun dipped low on the horizon and cast a pretty orange hue across Bethany’s hair.

“Hey Beth-“

“Stop calling me that,” Beth mumbled under her breath.

“You know the instruments they use for Worship Hour?” Teagan continued on, ignoring Beth’s request.

Bethany looked over her shoulder with a raised brow. The sun shone like a wildfire over her cheekbones. “What about them?”

“They’re really nice is all, I was just wondering if they lock them up at night or anything?” Teagan grinned. She let some mischief shine through, that was the point after all.

Bethany’s brows crinkled together in suspicion. “Uhh, of course they do. It’s proper protocol to keep valuables secured. Only returning counselors get a key for secure rooms,” Bethany answered matter of factly.

“Oh really? So they trust you with a key then?” Teagan cocked her head. Maisy had let slip that her and Bethany had been counselors together last year. If this was Bethany’s second year she'd have a key and Teagan’s plan would work out.

“They do,” Bethany said simply.

“Good to know,” Teagan smirked. When Beth looked over again, she gave Beth a salute and jogged ahead to the front of the group. She let her hips sway a bit and ruffled her hair. She didn’t check to see but she knew Bethany was looking.

The plan was a go.

That night she made a show of ‘borrowing’ Bethany’s keys while she lay stiffly in her bed holding her breath. Teagan slid them off the dresser and jingled them slightly for good measure. She slid out the cabin door quietly and into the summer night air. The door clicked shut behind her and her stomach flipped, the plan was in motion no going back now. She cut across the field to the Worship building and used Bethany's keys to unlock the door. It was quiet and dark inside, the room appearing larger without any campers filling the pews. Teagan creeped around carefully trying not to trip over the floorboards in the dark. The storage room door was tucked away in the corner of the room, Teagan fumbled for the right key once again. Door unlocked, Teagan searched for the old school acoustic guitar she’d had her eye on since she saw it at the very first worship hour. When she found a promising looking case, Teagan lifted the lid and didn’t hesitate to pull the guitar out. It was beautiful, old school, with glossy brown walnut wood. It would be perfect.

Teagan was pretty sure Bethany wouldn’t tell on her. She had been sneaking out for days now, if Bethany hadn’t told someone already, she wouldn’t now. Besides, she was just borrowing it, she thought to herself as she left with the instrument.

Teagan set herself up on the dock. She sat down with one leg dangling at the knee and the other propped up. Teagan knew her angles, she knew what looked sexy on her and she was absolutely going to use that to her advantage to get Bethany to kiss her again. Teagan figured she didn’t have much time before Bethany would come looking for her, so she pulled the guitar to her body and started to play.

Bethany

Bethany couldn’t believe the nerve. Teagan most definitely took her keys. Bethany wanted to feel outraged over it but for some reason she just couldn’t muster more than exasperated annoyance. Still, this felt like it couldn’t go unacknowledged. Not long after Teagan left, Bethany followed her.

Bethany wrapped her cardigan tighter around herself. Her eyes darted around as she scanned the darkness. The Pavilion was dark and the door was locked when Bethany checked it. She looked through the window on the door. With her hand lifted over her eyes to cover the glare coming from a moth infested lamp, she looked inside. Everything inside looked unchanged, there weren’t any instruments out, it looked tidy and no Teagan in sight. Bethany hesitated, looking around.

Running on instinct, Bethany made her way to the water. Moonlight peaked through the trees reflecting off the lake's surface and illuminating the shore. There Teagan sat, on the dock, her body cast a shadow on the lake.

Not long after spotting her there, Bethany heard her. Gentle featherlight guitar strums drifted across the water's surface. A sweet melody accompanied by an even sweeter voice. Bethany stopped in her tracks. Her stomach flipped upside down, it was beautiful.

Soft, gentle, soothing, Teagan sang along to the melody that she strummed. Bethany could only hold her breath. Slowly, drawn to the music, Bethany found herself stepping onto the dock. The music hitched a bit, Teagan no doubt alerted to her presence now, but she kept playing, her voice only a little quieter.

Bethany tried to memorize the cadence she sang with. She was wary that her appearance would put a stop to Teagan’s singing and Bethany would never get another opportunity to listen.

Slowly, like approaching an animal she didn’t want to spook, Bethany lowered herself to the dock beside Teagan.

Teagan strummed the guitar in her arms delicately. This close, Bethany could hear her words, “oh, it’s hard to leave you when I get you everywhere,” she sang achingly slow, her voice clear in the cool night air.

Bethany watched her lips form the drawled words, “All this time, I’m thinking, I’m strong enough to sink it,"

Teagan let each note come slower, humming the next verse. Bethany, having recognized the song, filled in the blanks in her head, ‘oh no I don’t need you but I miss you come here.’

Teagan let the song trail off before the chorus. Neither of them said anything, they just sat in the silence of the night. A gentle lapping at the dock was the only sound between them.

“Did you steal that from the amphitheater?” Bethany asked, breaking the silence the only way she knew how, by getting right down to business.

“I borrowed it,” Teagan casted her eyes sideways. She took Bethany in, gaze skittering around her face, before a slow smile curled her lips.

“Mhmm,” Bethany hummed, finally looking away, “well, be sure to return it then,” she smiled back hesitantly and decided to let it slide.

“Are we good?’ Teagan asked, she adjusted the guitar more casually in her grip.

Bethany watched Teagan closely. She seemed earnest. Her face was open in the moonlight, her hair falling over her cheeks. Bethany couldn’t remember why she was so mad in the first place. She didn’t know if it was even anger she was feeling. She was just wary, Teagan felt dangerous. Teagan made her feel ways she’s never felt before and think things she didn’t know she could think. It was an uncomfortable thing for her to contemplate, but she wasn’t mad. Truth is, the annoyance she felt for Teagan was starting to feel weaker and weaker. It felt more and more like fondness every day. It was alarmingly different from what she was used to, but Bethany knew she couldn’t keep putting her confusion all on Teagan.

“We’re good,” Bethany said with certainty.

They didn’t talk again after that but the silence felt comfortable.

Bethany watched the reflection of the moon as it warbled on the water. She ignored the glances she could feel Teagan throwing her way. She didn't want to confront these feelings swirling below her navel yet. If she made eye contact with Teagan it would be inevitable so she stubbornly kept her eyes forward. Eventually Bethany laid back to look at the stars. Teagan shifted too in response, she resettled the guitar and started a new song.

It was another pretty tune, slow and soft. Teagan hummed along. When it felt safe to look, Bethany tipped her head to the side to watch Teagan. Teagan was focused on the instrument in front of her, her hands moved gracefully. Bethany looked on as her fingers moved on the strings, the practiced way they bent, pulled, and pressed the strings. She wondered what they’d look like tangled in her hair, playing with it in a similar way. Or what they would feel like pressing against her collar bone.

Bethany glanced up from her hands to find Teagan watching her. Bethany swallowed nervously, returning her eyes to the stars.

They walked back to the cabin together, stopping by the amphitheater to return the guitar. They both crawled back into bed and whispered goodnights to each other over the soft sound of crickets. Bethany stared ahead into the darkness, her mind ran circles around the events of the night. That ‘uncomfortable’ feeling fluttered in her stomach again.

Bethany

A soft scratching sound sounded through the cabin. Bethany woke immediately, opening her eyes to the darkened room. She stiffened under the covers at the sound of rustling coming from the door. She stayed still, and listened for it again. It came louder the second time, the faint scratching darkened to a raspy drag of claws on wood.

Scared but uncertain, Bethany looked to Teagan. Teagan was loose with sleep, her face slack and eyes closed. Her chest rose and fell evenly, it was completely exposed, her nipples peaked.

“Teagan,” Bethany whispered across the room, “Teagan, wake up.”

Teagan did not wake up.

Bethany whispered louder this time, “Teagan, there’s something at the door.”

Teagan’s breathing shifted slightly but she still didn’t wake.

The sound of claws came even louder and Bethany jumped out of bed to the tune of her jumping heart and tiptoed across the room.

“Teagan,” Bethany said right into Teagan’s sleeping face. Nothing.

Her heart beating fast, she reached out to shake Teagan. She laid her hand on Teagan’s shoulder, carefully, she avoided Teagan’s naked chest. She only dimly noted how soft and warm Teagan was through her fear.

“Teagan,” Bethany tried again, shaking her slightly. Bethany desperately avoided watching the way Teagan’s chest moved at the action. This was not the time.

Teagan murmured in her sleep and shifted under the covers.

Bethany gratefully withdrew her hand and spoke softly, close to her face, “Teagan, there’s something at the door.”

“Hmm?” Teagan’s face scrunched up. She opened her eyes and drew the sheet over her chest.

The scratching noise came louder once more, this time it drew both Bethany and Teagan’s eyes. Teagan looked more awake now. She sat up in bed and grabbed a tank top from the floor. She threw it over her head and pulled it over her chest quickly. Bethany willed the flush away from her cheeks. Teagan had been going without a shirt at bedtime more often since Bethany found her at the lake. It tested her patience, and their truce, but Bethany didn’t say anything.

Teagan grabbed something from her bag without a word and headed to the door with it in her hand. Bethany followed closely behind her, “you’re not going to open the door are you?”

“I’m just peeking, if it’s a bear it might be able to open the door anyways.”

“What??” Bethany exclaimed in a whisper scream. She grabbed Teagan’s arm before she could open the door.

Teagan turned, eyes briefly flickering to the hand on her arm, “it’ll be ok, just stay behind me.”

Bethany withdrew her hand, mollified. Still, she stayed close behind Teagan.

Teagan opened the door a crack, the sound of rustling along the wall of the cabin quieted. Bethany couldn’t see anything from this angle, so she pushed closer to Teagan trying to look over her shoulder. Teagan let out a controlled breath before opening the door wider. Bethany saw movement over Teagan’s shoulder through the darkness and suddenly Teagan gasped.

She pushed back into Bethany's body, forcing her to take a few stumbling steps back. Bethany gasped Teagan’s name sharply and tried to keep her balance. Teagan’s arm shot out keeping Bethany behind her, using her own body like a shield.

A little ball of fur no bigger than a little dog darted through the crack in the door. Bethany screamed, grabbing onto whatever she could reach of Teagan.

The thing skittered around the hardwood floor, hissing. It jerked forward and then retreated back just as quickly. Teagan backed them up to the bed pushing Bethany onto it. Bethany didn’t hesitate to get to higher ground. Maybe this thing wouldn’t think to climb on the furniture. She pulled Teagan’s shirt trying to get her to come up after her, but Teagan shook her off.

She seemed downright calm, like she’d done this before or something.

The fur ball skittered back from them, hitting the dresser and passing through a beam of light from outside. The now illuminated striped bushy tail gave it away; they had a racoon in their room.

Teagan eased around the racoon. She passed through the light and it glinted off the object in her hand, a short utility knife. Bethany’s anxiety ratcheted up a notch higher. Was Teagan going to hurt the racoon?

Teagan kept her back to Bethany the whole time but managed to eventually herd the haggard looking animal toward the door. The racoon was so close to the threshold, hissing and spitting and arching its back. It was just a few feet away from being outside when it lunged at Teagan. Hot panic flared through Bethany’s body.

“Jesus Christ!” Teagan shouted. She instinctively slashed the knife at the animal in a sharp arc. Neither made contact with the other, both retreating before that happened, but Bethany gasped at the close call. The threat of attack had the racoon running out the door though, and Teagan wasted no time slamming the door shut when it ran.

Bethany jumped off the bed as soon as the door closed. She fretted over Teagan, holding her by the arms, “are you alright?” She knew, rationally, that they had not actually touched but it was such a close call. Her hands squeezed protectively against Teagan’s arms.

“Yeah m’ok, are you ok?” Teagan asked.

“Yes, yes, I’m ok,” Bethany breathed.

Both of their hearts pounded in their chests as they stared at each other. Teagan let out a shaky breath, the only real sign that she wasn’t as ok as she said. She wet her lips and Bethany’s eyes darted down to watch. The adrenaline pumping through her veins spiked again for a completely different reason. Teagan had nice lips, very nice lips, way nicer than any boys Bethany had ever kissed. Startled at her own thoughts, Bethany jerked her gaze back up to meet Teagan’s eyes.

“Oh, I-“

-A loud knock sounded on the door and Bethany jumped out of her skin.

“You’re ok Beth, go sit down, I’ll deal with this,” Teagan reassured her. Bethany let herself be pushed onto Teagan’s bed to catch her breath. She hadn’t even realized she’d been out of breath. Bethany dug her nails into her palms to bring herself back to the present. She was safe, Teagan was safe, the door was closed, the raccoon wouldn’t hurt them, it wasn’t even a big deal, and it was all over anyways. She looked up to find Teagan had tossed the knife into her bag and went to comfort the campers.

The night was a blur after that, with the campers back in their beds, Teagan radioed Emma letting her know what was going on, wrote their incident report, and cleaned up after the mess the raccoon had made of their room. Bethany watched it all and took back every mean thing she’d ever said or thought about Teagan. Teagan was a perfectly capable person when it mattered.

The next morning Teagan was back to her usual self, the campers thought she was so cool for scaring the raccoon away, and she didn’t lift a finger to do any counsellor duties that she didn’t have to do. Still, Bethany found herself watching Teagan again.

Teagan

Teagan let the door to the cabin slam behind her. It had been a long day and it wasn’t even noon. She was exhausted from the late night racoon break in, she’d had an early meeting with Emma about the incident, and then, during her first group this morning, a kid managed to spill the stickiest drink imaginable all over her.

She sighed and peeled her wet tank top off letting it splat on the bathroom tiles behind the door. Facing the mirror Teagan watched herself as she shucked her shorts off. She threw them on the floor with her shirt. Stood naked in front of the mirror she guessed it wasn’t all bad. Bethany clinging to her back last night, afraid and needing Teagan, had her feeling pretty fucking good.

She decided on a whim to leave the door open. Teagan had been trying to show off in front of Bethany since they had their moment on the dock. Not wearing a shirt to bed had become a regular occurrence. She invaded Bethany’s personal space more often, finding opportunities to touch her in innocent enough ways to get away with. She mixed some compliments into her usual teasing, enjoying the way it made Bethany redden.

So far Bethany had only blushed and brushed off everything Teagan had thrown at her but Teagan could be patient, she could tell she was slowly chipping away Bethany’s walls.

Teagan grinned at herself in the mirror at the thought of Bethany finally breaking. Soon enough she would be clinging onto Teagan’s back, needing her again. The pipes clunked a bit when Teagan turned on the shower. Stepping under the warming spray she let it run over her, taking a moment to think.

Bethany had been friendlier since the dock. It felt good that their animosity had transformed into something playful. Teagan liked playful, it was hot. Playful was Teagan’s preferred way to flirt, she just had to ride this until Bethany admitted she liked her.

Teagan grabbed the shampoo and scrubbed it through her hair, letting the suds run down her body. She hummed to herself picking up “Love Me Not” where she left off on the dock.

She cheekily swapped some of the lyrics and sang, “she loves me not, she loves me, she holds me tight, then lets me go.”

Her voice echoed off the tiles, eyes closed Teagan tipped her head back to rinse. She loved singing in the shower, the acoustics always made her sound so angelic. She barely heard the bathroom door creak open and turned her head, peaking an eye open to see Bethany standing in the doorway.

Bethany

Bethany opened the cabin door, startled to hear the shower running from the bathroom. It was the middle of the day, Teagan should still be rock climbing around now, hopefully everything was ok.

Curious, Bethany pushed the open door further to see if Teagan was in there.

The first thing she noticed was skin, miles and miles of skin on display. Teagan’s skin stood out even more in the bright white tiled bathroom. Her freckles spilled down her shoulders and drew Bethany’s eyes to the dimples at the base of her back. Bethany couldn’t tear her eyes away from the curves underneath that. Soap suds floated over the arch of her back and slid down her butt, Bethany’s eyes followed along for the ride.

“Oh,” Bethany whispered.

Teagan turned at her voice and suddenly Bethany was staring at a mess of dark curls. Bethany promptly dropped the clipboard from her arms.

“Oh,” she repeated herself.

Like a fish out of water, her mouth opened and closed dumbly. She covered her eyes with her hands, embarrassed to be caught staring so obviously at Teagan’s groin. Even with her eyes covered all she could see was Teagan’s hips, the hair at her pelvis, the dip and curve of her stomach and her waist. It was burned into the back of her eyes and no amount of shaking her head could rid her of the image.

“Hey Beth,” Teagan said offhandedly.

“I- I’m so sorry, I’m- I’m gonna leave now,” Bethany stuttered, mortified at Teagan’s lack of embarrassment.

Bethany turned and stumbled out of the bathroom with her eyes still closed. She almost hit the door frame but thankfully redirected herself in time.

She left the cabin all together before realizing she couldn’t be outside where anyone could see her. Not when all she could think about was Teagan’s skin, her body, wet and slippery. Goodness, she needed to get a grip.

She shut the cabin door locking herself back inside. She kept her gaze away from the bathroom door and paced back and forth trying to think pure thoughts again. The more she tried to push them away though the dirtier the thoughts became. She looked around to distract herself but her eyes fell on Teagan’s dresser. Suddenly she was imagining what the harness in those drawers would look like on Teagan's naked hips.

She slapped her hands over her face and moaned into her palms, this was terrible.

“You ok?” Teagan's voice came from the doorway.

“Peachy!” Bethany squeaked. She peeked her eyes open, expecting Teagan to be dressed again, and was met with the sight of her bare torso, a small towel slung low on her hips. Slapping her hands back over her eyes she mumbled another apology and flew out the door.

Anywhere was better than in there. If she stayed in there she was doomed.

Teagan

The setting sun filtered through swaying pine trees, and the air cooled considerably in the rock climbing clearing. Summer nights were Teagan's favourite. Tonight was shaping up to be a particularly nice night, temperature just right, no bugs in sight. And best of all, no kids. They left at noon that day and they wouldn't get the next group of kids until after the weekend. Teagan had been anticipating some alone time with the blonde since she started operation ‘tease Bethany’.

Teagan grabbed harnesses from the supplies box while Bethany watched from the side lines. She was feeling confident about her progress with Bethany. There was a delicious awkwardness about her which screamed, “I’m having an identity crisis” that Teagan felt possessive over.

She didn’t want to overdo it but she could see Bethany was so close to a breakthrough, and god did she want her. Bethany’s blushing act had only spurred her on. Teagan snuck out every night since their night on the dock to get herself off in her truck to barely disguised fantasies of Beth. She briefly entertained the idea of doing it in their room while she knows Bethany is pretending to sleep but hadn’t worked up the nerve to do more than cup herself over her clothes.

Bethany stepped up to the platform stopping before the mats.

“Shoes off,” Teagan said distractedly, her instructor's brain speaking for her.

Bethany took her shoes off daintily. She wore loose navy shorts that hit her mid thigh and a camp T-shirt with her signature cardigan overtop. Today it was a pale yellow, it matched her socks. Teagan wouldn’t be surprised to find her name sewn into the tags of all her clothes. She was ‘type A’ to a tee. Teagan watched Bethany as she put her harness on, stepping through the loops and tightening them watching Beth’s eyes as they flickered over her hips.

“Might wanna take that off too,” Teagan said, nodding to Bethany’s cardigan. She tightened her leg straps as Bethany took the cardigan off and folded it. She set it on the bench and turned back to Teagan, her face a little pinker than before. The flush on her skin never got old, Teagan loved watching it bloom over her cheeks.

“Alright get up here, I’ll show you the ropes,” Teagan said. She had been looking forward to this moment since she started planning how to get into Bethany’s pants. Part of her plan to make Beth realize she was interested was to show off, and what better way than to harness up in front of her in the most socially acceptable way possible.

Bethany stepped up and Teagan met her on the mat. Her feet sunk in a bit but she was used to it by now, she handed Bethany her harness.

“This is yours. This is the front,” Teagan said, pointing to the ring at the top, “your legs go in here,” she continued as she gestured to the leg loops.

Bethany held the harness out, looking a little overwhelmed so Teagan jumped on the opportunity to help.

“Here,” Teagan took the harness back from Beth’s slack grasp and dropped to her knees.

She looked up at Bethany, taking her time to make eye contact. She watched Bethany’s light lashes flutter and her lips drop open a bit. They watched each other. Teagan cataloged every reaction and noticed her chest heave a bit with her breath.

“So,” Teagan held back her grin, “you can step into this,” Teagan extended the leg loop open for Bethany.

Bethany wobbled a bit on one leg, her hand grabbed onto Teagan’s shoulder to find her balance, “whoops sorry,” Bethany breathed out.

“S’ok you got it,” Teagan said as she held out the other loop for Beth to step into.

When she did, Teagan’s hand sliding along the outside of her thigh, Teagan rose and pulled the harness up with her. She stepped in close, far closer than necessary. They were only inches apart but Teagan acted as if this was nothing out of the ordinary. She tightened the strap around Bethany’s waist and let her hands linger along the warmth of her body. She licked her lips, they were so close it was obscene but she refused to push any closer. It had to be Bethany's choice, so she reached down to tighten each thigh strap. She pretended to not know where the buckle was so she could feel around Bethany’s thigh a bit before pulling the second one. When the strap sat snug to Bethany’s thighs, Teagan finally looked up. Their faces were inches apart, close enough that Teagan noticed Bethany holding her breath. Oh she wanted it so bad, Teagan could tell, just a few more nudges…

“How’s that feel?” Teagan asked, tugging lightly on the front loop of the harness, playing dumb and cocking her head to the side.

Bethany’s jaw was slack, her breath finally came in a wavering rush.

Bethany

Bethany’s head was spinning. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, nearly right out of her chest. She felt all out of control, her hands were shaking ever so slightly, and her stomach was fluttering madly. This was crazy. Without her permission, without any thought at all, her hands pushed Teagan back against the rock wall.

Teagan grunted on impact, her hands coming up to squeeze at Bethany's waist. The feeling forced her in close and suddenly they were kissing. Bethany’s hands held Teagan’s face, selfishly keeping her in place. Once they’d started, Bethany wasn’t going back. It felt too good to stop. Goodness did it feel so good to be pressed against her, their lips moving against each other. Teagan was firm, soft, and she was so warm.

Bethany moaned into Teagan’s mouth as their lips parted for each other. She drove her body even closer, pressing Teagan back into the plastic rocks.

Teagan groaned into the kiss, she opened her mouth further letting her tongue brush against Bethany’s lips. Bethany whined, she was intoxicated, there was no other way to describe how high she felt. Her breath was shaky between kisses and carrying broken little noises between their kisses.

Bethany wasn’t close enough, she needed to be closer. Like a zipper, she connected their bodies together from chest to hips. Her leg found a way between Teagan’s in her effort to merge their bodies together. She tingled with the new contact. Warmth seeped through her clothes from Teagan’s furnace of a body. It was made even more arousing by the contrast of the cooling evening air. Teagan was real, this was really happening, she was kissing Teagan, Teagan was kissing her back.

Teagan choked off a groan and Bethany noticed the extra heat coming from where her leg was wedged between Teagan’s thighs. It was practically molton. Bethany broke off their kiss and desperately tried to catch her breath, Teagan watched with darkened eyes. A moan escaped Bethany and without warning Teagan shoved her to the mats.

They struggled for a bit, their legs finding their way together again like jigsaw pieces, sliding and locking together. Bethany gasped and clutched Teagan closer when they grinned together in this new position. Pleasure spiked through her stomach and her jaw dropped open.

“Oh GOD Teagan,” She gasped out.

Teagan panted a laugh and Bethany thought she might have said “cute” under her breath but she was too worked up to know for sure.

Teagan grabbed her face and kissed her again, Bethany kissed her back desperately. It was even better this time around. Tangled on the mats, their clothes bunched up as they rutted against each other. Each kiss felt like a sexual act, never had kissing been so sexual. Romantic sure but my goodness this was lewd.

They chased that intoxicating feeling as the sun set and the forest swayed around them. Their legs moved together in this new position. Bethany let Teagan line them up so they could grind against each other's thighs and she, thankfully, followed along, chasing the arousal it brought. In her desperation for more, Bethany’s nails drug harshly through Teagen's hair and her nape. Teagan responded by biting at Bethany’s neck between frenzied kisses.

It felt like they were taking turns stoking the flames of a fire, adding fuel until they were both so hot they couldn’t do anything but burn.

Hands once again moving on their own, Bethany pulled Teagan’s hips in by her ass, the shock of pressure it brought, the desperation, the dull throb of the bite on her neck. It all sent Bethany over some invisible cliff and she squeezed her thighs together riding along to a pulsing pleasure on Teagan’s thigh.

Teagan groaned between her teeth burying her face in Bethany’s neck. Her hips kept humping forward into Bethany’s leg as she shook through her own climax shortly after. Their hands clutched each other close, slowly unlatching as they breathed through their peaks.

Beth

Beth watched Emma leave before turning to take Teagan in. The road washing out changed things. They would basically have the camp to themselves now… her thoughts immediately raced to all the things they could get up to.

She shook herself and cleared her throat, hoping some of those thoughts would go with it. “Well, I hope they get the road fixed soon,” she tried her best to sound concerned

“I don’t!” Teagan laughed boisterously.

Bethany had to bite her lip as she watched the excitement on Teagan’s face. She was miles from the broody girl Bethany met on the first day but still the same. Teagan was so much more than what met the eye and Bethany liked that. After meeting Teagan’s mom and seeing how her usually broad shoulders shrunk from the encounter, Bethany felt like she could see Teagan clearer. She could almost envision an earlier version of her. Younger, with more fat on her cheeks and a less angry furrow to her brows.

Bethany’s lip slipped from between her teeth and she joined in laughing. This new time alone would be thrilling, she already had so many ideas.

“We should probably…” Bethany trailed off, not too sure what she was going to say. They didn’t technically have any work to do. The kids were gone, the counselors were gone, they had no responsibility.

“Yeah we should,” Teagan agreed teasingly. She reached over, hand at Bethany’s waist.

Bethany pushed her hand away hastily looking to the door, “at least wait until her car has pulled away,” Beth scolded lightly.

Teagan just pulled Beth in close, kissed her softly and put a stop to further complaints.

They did end up doing some tasks at Bethany’s insistence. Teagan complained the entire time, but even as she dragged her feet and groaned through it, Bethany knew she wasn't actually mad. First checked the bunk house for any lost belongings and tidied their own room up. Then, again at Bethany’s insistence, they checked the doors of the unused buildings to make sure everything was locked up.

“See that wasn’t so bad,” Bethany spoke up while Teagan kicked a rock ahead of her on the road. It really was the least they could do since they were the only ones left at camp.

“Emma would never have forgotten to lock up before she left,” Teagan complained.

“It’s like we went for a walk!” Bethany said, never losing her chipper tone. The tasks were done and now she could feel good about doing something fun.

“No more chores?” Teagan sounded hopeful.

“All done, we can do whatever you want now,” Bethany could practically see Teagan perk up, she reminded Bethany of a camper more than a counsellor sometimes.

Teagan picked up the pace, “lunch, lunch for sure.”

So they had lunch. They made sandwiches from whatever they could find and sat, squished, side by side in the hammock.

Their day was much the same, calm, domestic, easy. Conversations flowed from everything to nothing and back again. They talked about camp drama, music, their old teachers from middle school, favourite cake flavours. They talked in the hammock, they walked and talked, they talked on the dock, they talked while they cooked. Every silence between topics was comfortable, Bethany was content.

Faith Creek Girls Camp was quiet around them, no one running in the fields, no campers visible through the trees. There weren't any counselors in the kitchen, none mulling around the lake. Bethany loved the hustle and bustle of camp but this was kind of nice, the forest felt louder around her, the birds more active, the animals getting bolder, coming closer in the low brush. She told Teagan as much and Teagan joked that the forest was reclaiming the land. They watched a crow land on a tree branch not far from them and it watched them back. Teagan raised her eyebrows like the bird landing nearby proved her point. Teagan continued to lead them back toward the firepit, her whistling joining the birdsong in the air.

Bethany followed along, practically giddy at the idea of having a campfire just her and Teagan.

Teagan

Teagan adjusted the logs in the fire pit, carefully shifting the logs so they looked like a nice log cabin inside the pit. She added some old newspaper underneath and some twigs on top. Teagan was pretty good at setting fires, the tips she picked up at camp made her even better, and she'd be damned if she didn't make the best fire tonight to impress Beth. She searched for the matches in the fading orange glow of the dying sunset. She could see Bethany disappearing into the distance and watched as the trees swallowed her. They’d been hanging out all day, it’s probably the longest they’d spent completely alone together.

She’d tried to keep her thoughts pure, but she’s sure the crosses littered around camp had seen right through her. Who in their right mind could blame her though, they’d have the entire camp to themselves for days! Teagan took every opportunity to kiss Bethany wherever she wanted. Across a table in the lunch hall, against the weathered logs between cabins, in front of the aging arts and crafts cabin, they even spent a few minutes kissing slowly in the staff room amongst the whirlwind of colourful schedules and paperwork. Despite how good the kissing was, Teagan desperately wanted more, she wanted to see the full extent of Beth’s vocal cords.

A particularly loud bird call broke her out of her thoughts. She tore her eyes from the treeline to finally grab for the matches. Beth was going to get a guitar from the worship hall for her, and Teagan wanted to have the fire going when she got back. Everything was coming together for a really good night. Teagan stood over the logs with her hands on her hips and watched the fire spread quickly. It caught on the paper and crept up the twigs jumping around the fire and slowly it took to the heavier logs and started burning the bark.

Once the fire was well and truly roaring, Teagan tore her eyes from it to set up some blankets before Beth returned.

Teagan heard her walking up the gravel path long before she saw her. Camp seemed almost eerily quiet without anyone else around. When Teagan looked up from the blanket pile she saw Bethany as she approached, guitar case in one hand and a stack of colourful cards in the other.

“I brought a game for us to play too!” Bethany held the cards up with a sweet smile.

Teagan accepted the guitar case and peered at the cards in Bethany’s hand. The cards didn't look like a normal deck of cards, Teagan was intrigued.

“Sometimes we play this with the counselors mid way through the week but I think it’ll be fun to play just you and me,” Bethany’s smile was warm in the firelight. It drew Teagan’s attention away from the guitar she’d been so looking forward to playing again.

She easily gave it up though, setting it to the side she watched as Beth drew a card from her deck.

“Ok! I’ll start us off light, do I seem like a cat person or a dog person?”

“Wait, aren’t you going to explain the rules?”

“Eh it doesn't really matter, we never play by the rules anyways.” Teagan was skeptical, that didn’t seem like Bethany at all.

“How am I supposed to win if I don’t know the rules?”

“It’s not a game you win silly, it's a game you play, now, do I seem like a cat person or a dog person?”

Teagan cocked her head giving it some thought, the Bethany she met on the first day of camp seemed like a cat person for sure. Teagan could have imagined her with a cat curled up in her lap in a big arm chair, stroking it like a villain. She knew Beth better than that now, and even though she could still see her with a non-evil kitty, she could definitely see Beth as more of a dog person.

“Dog person,” Teagan said, settling down on the bench and opening the blanket for Bethany to join her under.

“Wrong, I’m a rabbit person, obviously" Bethany grinned, she settled under the blanket with the cards looking smug.

“Ok, we’re going to have to revisit those rules,” Teagan groaned.

“I’m kidding, you’re right, I’m more of a dog person,” Bethany teased back and she snuggled closer. “Your turn, pick a card, read it out.”

Teagan carefully picked a card off the top of the pile, “as a child, what do you think I wanted to be when I grew up?”

Bethany hummed, “I could see you wanting to be… an astronaut,” she guessed.

Teagan laughed, “What? Do I look like I was a smart kid?”

“No.. I mean, kind of actually.” Bethany cocked her head and squinted at her a bit, maybe imagining a young Teagan with big round glasses.

“I wanted to be a marine biologist,” Teagan finally answered.

Bethany nodded once, “yeah I could see that.”

She offered the pile of cards again.

“What is the last thing you lied to your mother about?” Teagan read out before her brain processed the question. Her mind immediately went to her own mother, what if Bethany had a similarly strained relationship with her mother?

Bethany laughed, “oh my goodness, I feel badly about it but I lie to my mother quite often,” She tightened her hand on Teagan’s.

“Same,” Teagan shrugged and laughed along, glad it hadn’t brought the mood down.

Bethany laughed again, “it’s just easier that way because then we’re both happy. She doesn't have to worry and I don’t get scolded.”

Teagan snorted and squeezed her hand back, glad they felt the same about it. There was a short pause where the two of them said nothing until Beth broke the silence again,

“You know,” she said cautiously, “After shit got really bad, like when I was drinkin’ in class and shit,” Teagan smiled softly at her casual cursing, “My mom got really intense and threatening. It was sort of a 'punishment or church’ thing that got me back into all this.” Suddenly everything shifted into focus.

“My mom did pretty much the same thing, so I get it. It's fuckin’ dumb.” The two sat in silence again for a moment before this time, Teagan interrupted it with a soft whisper. “I'm glad we’re both here though.” Beth smiled softly at her before reaching down to pick up another card.

“What is your 1st love’s name and the reason you fell in love with them?”

Teagan broke out in a grin, as the memory of chasing blonde pigtails through the playground replayed in her mind. “Her name was Olivia, we were in grade 1. She didn’t like me very much, but I sure wanted her attention.” Teagan trailed off. What made her follow Olivia around again? She thought back, “she was such a teacher’s pet, always first in line, she knew the answer to every question.”

Teagan watched Bethany’s head turn up at her, one brow raised and acknowledged, “I may have a type.” She couldn’t help but be drawn to the girls that always followed the rules.

Bethany’s secret grin grew wider. Her lips parted on a soft scoff, “you-“

A CRACK from the fire startled Bethany so badly she jumped in Teagan’s arms and the blanket slipped off their shoulders. A log has fallen in the fire pit and sent sparks billowing up through the smoke. Glowing red embers flecked the moon before drifting and dying in the breeze.

They laughed breathlessly in relief as the fire settled only to stiffen up once again when the bushes rustled beyond the fire. The leaves shone with firelight and flickered with movement. A twig snapped and Teagan instinctively stood. Bethany stayed seated but her hand tightened on the poker stick she’d been using for the fire. If another racoon came out Teagan didn’t know if she could save them this time.

Teagan squinted into the darkness unable to make out anything in the dense shrubs but the fire was too bright and the shadows of the trees were too dark. Her breathing slowed the longer she waited.

Seconds went by and nothing, Teagan shrugged it off as an animal but they both agreed to call it a night early. Teagan mournfully packed the guitar up. Bethany promised they’d get to it another night but she was really looking forward to playing it for Beth that night. She tried not to pout too much about it.

They extinguished their fire without incident and made it back to their cabin just as the wind started to pick up. By the time they were crawling into bed together the wind was blowing so hard it was rattling the window panes.

“I wonder if there’s going to be another big rain…” Bethany whispered into Teagan’s hand. She’d quickly held it to her chest after Teagan draped it over her waist as they’d settled under the covers.

Teagan didn’t know but she briefly hoped the roads didn’t get worse. As fun as a few nights alone were, she didn’t truly want to be stranded at camp.

———

Teagan woke up with Bethany’s head on her chest. Her arm wrapped naturally around Beth’s shoulders and held her loosely. She took a moment to just sink further into the mattress and feel all the places Bethany’s body lay on hers. It flooded her with a feeling of security and warmed her inside and out.

Teagan let her body rest as it lay when she woke. She felt Beth’s body laying on her keenly, the arm heavy across her stomach, the feather light hair on her shoulder, the even breathing puffing over her skin. They never had time to do this when they had campers. Bethany usually woke early, ready to get to all of the day's tasks right away.

The wind had calmed in the night and in the feeble light of the morning, the cabin was quiet.

The arm around her shifted, it lightened and drifted down her body. Teagan held her breath feeling Beth’s nails just barely brushing the waistband of her underwear. Maybe it was an unconscious movement, maybe Beth was still sleeping. But all illusions were thrown out when her very awake fingers crooked under fabric and into coarse dark hair.

Teagan couldn't help the short pant of surprised arousal that left her.

“Is this ok?” Bethany’s voice was a little rough from sleep, but whispered into her skin in the innocence of morning, it sounded soft as silk.

Teagan nodded before she realized Beth couldn’t see her nodding, “yeah, yeah this is good.”

Bethany’s fingers continued further with even less hesitation than before. They felt around, exploring selfishly. Teagan could only let her do whatever she wanted, happily soaking it in. Her fingers gained confidence as Teagan got wetter and wetter until Beth’s leg came up to hook around Teagan’s, pulling her thigh to the side and opening her up further to Beth’s ministrations.

“Oh,” Teagan breathed heavily into Beth’s hair. She tugged blonde hair to tilt Beth’s head up and they were kissing. God they were kissing, while Beth touched her.

“You sound so good,” Beth whispered on Teagan’s lips.

A warbled moan burst from Teagan’s lips against her will and her hips jerked into Beth’s fingers.

“Oh you liked that?” Bethany teased, just as breathless from watching.

Teagan kept her lips shut, embarrassed, but kept moving her hips with Beth’s fingers. She was so incredibly hot, the way she picked up on Teagan’s tells, the way she didn't hesitate to use every cue to her advantage, it set her on fire.

Teagan turned her head away feeling overwhelmed by how hot this was, still loose from sleep she felt stripped naked in more ways than one. Beth tsked, biting her exposed neck, and adjusting her fingers just a little higher and oh god it felt so good. Teagan’s lashes fluttered, her head tipped backward and she came with a broken cry.

Beth talked her through it while she whimpered embarrassingly. When she’d caught her breath she caught hold of Beth’s jaw so she could control their kiss. It felt so good to hold her where she wanted her.

They kissed in the messed sheets, Bethany’s legs still pinning Teagan’s keeping her open. Teagan made a joke about being hungry for breakfast before she knocked Beth’s knees apart and slid down the bed to appreciate her meal. She wanted to be as soft and patient as the morning but she couldn't help herself. She had to follow every noise Beth made, had to see if she could make her louder and louder. She licked and sucked, her fingers eventually finding their way inside to rub deliciously along the front wall. Bethany’s legs were shaking like a leaf, her breath was shaking just as badly, and after what had to be at least three orgasms she was pushing Teagan’s head away. She lay satisfied looking up Beth’s body admiring the way her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath. The cries that had echoed through the cabin reminded Teagan wistfully of the way the choir’s singing reverberated around the old church by her house. She licked one last teasing stripe up Beth’s reddened pussy. She’d pray at this altar all day if Beth let her.

But she didn’t, ever the productive good girl, she made sure they both got breakfast. Or rather late lunch. By the time they both staggered on loose limbs out of bed the sun was high in the sky.

Beth suggested they go down to the dock, take advantage of the alone time to swim without being on lifeguard duty. Teagan eagerly agreed, she couldn't imagine a better way to spend such a beautiful day.

They splash around, take the paddle boards out, and goof off in a way that was generally discouraged when they had campers. Teagan never got tired of seeing Beth in a swimsuit and she couldn’t control the near drooling incident she had when she watched Beth hoist herself up onto the dock. The sun is near setting when they finally think to call it a day.

Teagan pulled the second board out of the water. She was about to take it to the shed when a hand grabbed her wrist. She startled a little before the hand turned her innocently into Beth’s arms.

“Did I scare you?” Bethany asked incredulously with a laugh.

“What? No, I was just a little startled, not scared,” Teagan defended weakly wrapping her arms around Beth.

Beth grinned, “mhmmm, sure.”

Teagan admired all of Beth’s exposed skin, “You know… there's no one around, it's getting darker out, what if we just stayed a little longer?”

Bethany quirked an eyebrow, likely unimpressed with where she saw the conversation turning. They really were getting more and more in sync with their thoughts.

“Comeon, Beth, have you never skinny dipped before?” Teagan teased, hoping Beth would take the bait.

“Ugh, as if you-” Bethany’s eyes darted past her and she stiffened, “is that-”

Teagan turned to see a distinctly human shaped form amongst the shadows of the bushes.

“Hello,” Bethany called.

Alarmed, Teagan held onto Beth tighter, absolutely stunned she would call out to a stranger in the bushes.

“What are you-”

“What if someone’s lost?”

“Beth-” Teagan’s gaze snapped back to the bushes and she stuttered to a pause, there was no shadow, in fact the setting sun shone light through the brush.

Beth followed her gaze, “huh.”

“Weird,” Teagan agreed warily.

They shrugged it off but stayed aware as they ate and prepared for bed the silly mood from earlier dulled a little. Beth made sure Teagan locked the door no less than three times, the last time forcing Teagan out of bed to check. Eventually they nodded off, both giving into the warmth and comfort of being tangled in bed.

Beth

The first thing Bethany noticed was that she was alone, the sheets were still warm but Teagan wasn’t beside her. She held her breath trying to assess why she felt panicked. Her mind flashed to the night before, the shadow in the trees, and she locked up. As she peered over her shoulder she saw Teagan hunched over her phone sitting on the side of the bed.

The phone illuminated her face and cast the roof of the cabin in an eerie blue light. Bethany’s breathing slowed but she couldn’t reach out, her limbs still locked. Her throat felt tight, she couldn’t say anything. All she could do was peek at the glowing grey messages on the screen.

The contact didn’t have a photo, no emojis in the name either, only: Laura.

Intrigued, she skimmed the messages below. One huge chunk of text took up the entire screen, all from this Laura girl. Bethany’s eyes flitted quickly across the text taking in the important bits.

Been a while, swear I wanted to call, still with my mum, you know how she is, anyways, I’ve missed you so much you know, still love you, wanted to get a drink again, like that one time, how we used to smoke behind the gymnasiu-

The screen blurred out of view and Bethany looked up to see Teagan watching her. Her face was stony, like she’d schooled it right before Bethany noticed her.

“Oh,” Bethany felt a little chagrined at being caught, “sorry, you weren’t here, I just.” She pulled the covers up a bit.

Teagan only pressed her lips together and Bethany’s embarrassment festered into frustration.

“Who were you texting,” she prodded.

“No one,” Teagan clicked the phone off, plunging the room into darkness.

Bethany flicked the bedside lamp on, a little peeved she was being dismissed so quickly after they’d grown so close. “I mean it looked like you were.”

“She texted me, I haven’t responded,” Teagan sighed and tossed her phone onto the covers.

“But you’re thinking about it, I mean it seems important if you're up late thinking about it,” Bethany pressed harder, she wanted answers, she didn't like this new girl. She didn't like that she didn't know about this new girl.

Teagan’s next sigh sounded ten times more exhausted than the first.

“I just need a second to think,” Teagan sounded tired, like explaining this was using the last of her energy and it made Bethany’s stomach clench. Her mind was slipping down a dark path to the worst case scenario, was this just something fun for Teagan, was she just…

“I mean, I only want to know who you’re talking to,” Beth insisted, trying to get an answer out of her.

Teagan’s jaw clenched before she answered. A small voice in the back of Bethany’s mind told her to lay off but she needed to know more so she didn’t say anything when Teagan finally answered.

“Laura, we were really close in highschool,” Teagan throws it out and gets up from the bed.

Beth watched her get further away, frustrated with the vague answer and the unusual dismissal. “She’s not your girlfriend in the city is she?”

“God no Bethany,” Teagan laughed out, to Bethany’s ears it sounded mocking, like she was being childish for even asking.

Bethany felt momentarily stupid, but how was she supposed to know! Teagan came to camp all confident, she knew who she was and what she wanted and she could probably charm any girl she wanted. UGH. Bethany’s thoughts were going nowhere, she was sure her face was getting red, and she really didn’t like this version of Teagan. The way she looked down on her from where she was standing at the foot of the bed made her want to yell about it.

“You-” Bethany couldn’t remember what she was so mad about though, knowing without a doubt that Teagan had told the truth, her persistent anger felt irrational. “You shouldn't use the lord's name in vain,” she snapped, unable to think of anything else to say with her worst fear being dispelled.

“That's what you want to talk about right now?” Teagan’s eyebrows shot up. She leaned over Bethany on the bed, she had to crane her head upward to meet teasing brown eyes.

“You’re strung far too tightly sweetheart,” Teagan teased. Bethany’s lips parted in disbelief, the nerve! Teagan’s grin widened and Bethany was snared in her trap, quite literally, her chin was trapped between Teagan’s thumb and pointer finger.

Bethany gasped, she could practically feel her eyes dilate.

Teagan leaned in slowly, maybe to check that it was ok, but Bethany didn't stop her. She couldn’t. The kiss started slowly but turned heated quickly, Teagan’s teeth snagging on her lower lip and pulling just enough to make her shiver.

Teagan’s hand firmly shifted from her chin to press into her neck, and Bethany lost her breath all over again. As her back hit the bed, Teagan climbed on top of her. Suddenly, their phones let out shrill alarms. They both startled badly, Bethany’s knee reflexively coming up and hitting Teagan between the legs, she apologized profusely over the persistent alarm as Teagan held onto her waist, burying her face into Bethany’s chest, hiding her face.

Bethany tried to comfort Teagan but the alarm was setting her teeth on edge. She reached for her phone and looked to see an alert on the lock screen.