Camp Jameson (2 page)

“Just one,” I answered.

“Did you use protection?”
I
could see this woman and I were going to tango.

“Yes… yes of course,” I mumbled.
I could feel my face heat up in under her stare.

“No signs of STD’s?” I shook my
head. “Okay, then,” she said.

I swallowed nervously. This was
getting uncomfortably private and I was getting pissed.

“Many will have sex with
multiple partners and this just ensures everyone stays healthy during their
time at camp.” She pointed at her paperwork. “Sign here and here, then you may
go,” she said.

“Multiple partners?” I quickly
tilted my head toward her.
Why are you assuming that I will have sex with a
bunch of people here? I figured they were just protecting themselves legally
but did I really look like that big of a whore?

I took the clipboard from her
and signed the two pages out of spite. Sara strode over and pulled me toward
the door, but I kept staring at the large nurse on my way out. If I did find
someone to sleep with, I will make sure and do it in front of her cabin just so
she knows about it. I turned my head back to Sara. I had never seen her so
excited about camping before.

“What is going on? Did they take
your blood too? Why are you being so mysterious?”

“You’ll see,” she said, hurriedly
pulling me behind her in an almost full sprint down the path toward the Jameson
Main Lodge, which was twice the distance as our cabin.
How could she run in
stilettos?

I had to fight to keep up with
Sara. I almost twisted my ankle twice trying to keep up with her. I tucked my
light brown hair behind my ear and tried to suppress the sick ebbing feeling
that grew in the pit of my stomach as we hurried down the path. Sara spotted
Colt and left me to fend for myself.

I walked inside and stood in a
sea of abnormally good-looking men and women dressed in expensive black attire.
I felt self-conscious again wearing a simple sundress. I was still wearing my
ponytail from earlier. I straightened my bangs and tucked the flyaway strands
of hair behind my ear again, hoping I didn’t look as disheveled as I felt,
while I scanned the crowd for Sara. I needed to get Sara alone for a minute,
but it was obvious she was avoiding me.
Why were they so dressed up if this
was simply a summer camp?
I had to find Sara. I needed answers
now
.

“Good evening Kittens and Cubs,”
a warm, sensuous male’s voice echoed through the magnificent grand cabin as I
made my way through the crowd in search of Sara.

The room was large, with a row
of mirrors from floor to ceiling that surrounded the dance floor on the far
side. The staircase on the other side floated in its space and was ornate with
crooked carved branches resembling deer antlers. Hand carved archways rose
above the doors. The artisanship was meticulous. The dance floor was made from some
exotic wood I didn’t recognize. We had a lot of pine at my house back home and
this wasn’t pine
.
Everywhere you looked large wooden beams braced the
ceiling like giant ribs in the belly of some great wild beast.

“Welcome to the fifth annual
Camp Jameson. I’m Avery Jameson. I fully expect each and every one of you to
read and abide by the Camp Jameson Manual. As it notes on page one, I will not
tolerate idiocy. On a lighter note, soon, I will introduce the fine men and
women I have chosen for you as your instructors,” he said.

Instructors…for what? Don’t
you mean counselors? Wait, did some guy just grab my ass?
I looked quickly,
but there were too many people around, I couldn’t see who grabbed me and
several tall guys in front of me blocked my view of the stage.

I continued looking for my
traitorous friend. My eyes found Sara as I squeezed my way through the
oppressive crowd. I was going to get the answers from her to what was really
going on if I had to choke it out of her.

“Our attendance is high this summer,”
he continued. “You will enjoy the many new experiences. So many newbies, I
can’t wait to see what this summer holds for all of you.” I grabbed hold of
Sara’s hand and pulled her from Colt’s grasp.

“What the hell is going on
here?” I said stepping in front of Sara with my back to the stage.

“Aria, can this wait until after
he’s done?”

“No. Why are you avoiding me?” I
narrowed my eyes at her. “What are you hiding?”

Sara shifted nervously. “Please.
I need you to keep an open mind,” she said.

Open mind about what?
Maybe it was the anxiety building inside of me. Maybe it was anger.
I’m
pretty sure it was anger.

“Spill it, Cox,” I shouted.

The crowded room had just
dropped to a stark quiet as Avery Jameson paused between his words, but my
words continued to echo and bounce loudly across the large atrium.

Many onlookers nearby snickered.
I was mortified as the room turned its attention to me. I could hear faint
whispers but I couldn’t make out their words. After a brief moment, he regained
the crowd’s attention.

“I will explain everything. Let
him finish his speech first,” Sara urged in a hushed whisper.

“Lover’s quarrel already?” Avery
Jameson’s warm velvet voice gushed from the high priced speaker system. Sara
froze like a deer in headlights, her face blushing.

“No,” she giggled. But Sara
never blushed. She was always on her toes and no one had ever intimidated her.
Why
was she being so shy?

“Do I bore you, Kitten?” Avery’s
warm sensuous voice trilled.

I looked at Sara. She mouthed
the words ‘turn around’ and raised her eyebrows toward the man on the stage. I
turned slowly, ignoring the gazing stares, and locked eyes on the most
beautiful man I had ever seen. His brows were scrunched together, but in an
instant, his eyes widened and he sucked in an audible breath. He blinked twice
trying to collect his thoughts.

“What’s your name, Kitten?”
Avery said, as his voice echoed through the speakers.

“Aria,” I choked out dryly as
more and more people focused on me rather than the stage.
Take a picture,
people.

“Well, Aria, if you are quite
finished, I would like to continue tonight’s festivities. Take it to the
mattresses, ladies, if you need to expel pent-up energy.”

Take it to the mattresses? I
don’t need a nap.
Surely, he couldn’t mean it any other way. This was getting
very awkward. I couldn’t get my mouth to respond so I nodded politely.

“Good, now then,” he said
turning back to address the crowd. “Lockdown commences immediately. Your
signature binds you to the contract, so does your blood,” he chuckled. “Just
kidding, remember as always, no means no. Never touch someone without his or
her permission. Any unruliness, cameras or use of cell phones and you will be
quickly assigned to aid our kitchen staff, or banned from the premises; so,
once again, no one in or out from this moment on. You’ll have forty-two days of
magnificent bliss as you fulfill all your sexual curiosities and make all your
fantasies come true. Welcome to sex camp!” he concluded.

What the fuck?
Was my
only dumbfounded thought.

MEET & GREET

A
very
Jameson’s words echoed through my head like an annoying skip of an old
scratched vinyl record, forcing me to repeat the same line over and over…
make all your fantasies come true. Welcome to Sex Camp?

The crowd milled about waiting
for the second part of the program. The bar opened and lines formed as people
raised their glasses of Champagne in toast.

Everywhere I looked, strangers
were laughing and greeting each other, happy to start their sexual adventure
while I stood gaping, pressing crescent indentations into the palms of my hands
as my blood boiled. I was flabbergasted.

Sara had some audacity. My
impetuous bi-curious roommate had tricked me into coming to sex camp. I had
trusted her to make plans for the summer. She assured me this vacation would be
everything I ever dreamed of, but sex camp?
Really, what the hell was she
thinking?

I wasn’t a virgin, but I have
only had sex with one man in my life and it was a one-night stand. I was
inexperienced. I was living in my own Big Bang Theory like a female Dr. Sheldon
Cooper.

“Don’t be mad, Kitten,” Colt
chided.

“Fuck you, Colt,” I responded.

“I’d love to. But I’m your
instructor now and it’s against the rules. Plus, my woman promised herself to
me tonight,” he said, wrapping his arm around Sara and bringing her to his
side. She gave me a pathetic puppy dog look and tried to diffuse my mood.

For the second time in five
minutes, I stood gaping.
I needed air
. I closed my mouth and turned to
escape the chaos that was now my summer. But I hadn’t noticed Avery Jameson
coming up beside me. I hadn’t seen anything except his button up dark blue
dress shirt and black sport coat when I collided into him. I breathed in his
sandalwood and citrus cologne and stepped back. I blinked, trying to reorient
myself as his gorgeous face settled into view.

“Aria, I’m Avery Jameson. I
wanted to personally welcome one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen
to my camp.”

My body seemed to come alive at
the sound of his voice breathing in my name.
Why did he affect me like this?
I shook my head at him and bolted for the door. I could sense his eyes on me as
I fled outside. I wanted to be alone and gather my thoughts so I headed toward
the lake.

The path was inlaid with granite
stepping-stones, but because I was so freaked out, I didn’t take in the beauty
of it for the first five minutes of the walk. I didn’t stop until I made it to
a clearing by the shore. I was still pushing epithets from my mouth as I
plopped down on a large boulder beside the water’s edge. The sun was setting
and a warm orange glow glistened off the surface of the water. I inhaled,
slowly breathing in the smell of fresh air, pine, and the lake for the first
time.
This place was so beautiful and so peaceful…but peace can quickly give
way to war,
my subconscious sneered.

“Your friends told me how they got
you to come here,” he said.

Startled, my eyes looked to the
sound of the voice that made my stomach do flips. Avery had followed me from
the lodge. I took in the glorious man with dark chestnut hair and emerald
colored eyes. His five o’clock shadow lightly traced his square jaw and I
suddenly wanted to know what he would feel like inside me.
What was wrong
with me? I have never been that girl to swoon over a guy before.

“You’re still mad,” he said. “I
can see it in your beautiful brown eyes. Don’t be too hard on them. They just
wanted to surprise you. They knew you wouldn’t have come if they told you where
they were taking you. Soon, you won’t be thinking about them.” He let his eyes
linger over every curve of my body. “You’ll be thinking more about your body
and what it feels like to be a totally free woman. And by free, I mean sexual
freedom. You have a wonderful opportunity to explore your sensuality. In my
camp, no one will judge you, or look down at you, or repress you. Here you can
explore your every desire and your every fantasy. I promise that will outweigh
any raw emotion you are feeling at this moment.”

“Seriously? You don’t know a
thing about me. And why do you even care? I thought you were supposed to be
deranged?” I asked.

He crooked an eyebrow at me in
mischievous dissatisfaction. “Maybe I am or maybe I’m not, but I’ll tell you
what, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

“That’s juvenile,” I said
hoarsely.

“You’re barely nineteen or
twenty, who’s really the juvenile here?”

He’s got me there. He had to be
in his mid twenties. I scoffed and rose to my feet. I crossed my arms and
narrowed my eyes while locking my stare to his.
Asshole,
I thought.

He took a step toward me and I
backed away. “Let me see if I’ve figured you out,” he said, taking another step
closer. I took one step back. “I can see passion in your eyes. You’re confused
but intrigued. Was it the moment you first saw me on stage, or just now as I
step closer?” he said.

I tried to slow my breathing but
the closer he stepped the more my body seemed to come alive like it was force
fed by a live wire. He looked to my chest rising and falling as if I had just
run a marathon.

“Careful, you wouldn’t want to
wear yourself out too soon. We’re just getting started,” he said, and he was
right. I had never felt so emotional about anything.
What was this place
doing to me?

“You are so full of yourself.
What makes you think this has anything to do with you?” I asked, backing away
until my back pressed against a large oak tree.

He closed the gap between us.
“Don’t think, Aria. Just feel.” His voice seared through me. All of my senses
heightened. I could feel my heart pushing through every cell of my body. The
tingling started in my tiniest toe and moved upward, curving through my every
muscle and every tissue. The static charge widened my eyes and pouted my lips.
I trembled involuntarily and my breath shortened. I didn’t know my body could
respond like this.

“What is your body telling you
right at this very moment with me standing so close to you?” he said, as he
breathed in and closed his eyes. When he opened them, his green eyes had grown
darker. He brushed the back of his hand down my cheek and let his eyes drift to
my lips. Unknowingly, I ran my tongue across the bottom of my lip moistening
them.

“You’re not sure, are you?” he
said as he lowered his voice
. Oh my, he was sexy as hell when he did that.
Jerk.

“I’ll tell you what I think,” he
whispered. “Your breathing increased three-fold the moment I stepped closer. Your
pupils are dilated. Why is that, Aria? Do you like what you see?” He smirked
knowingly then raised his voice a little. “They are all telltale signs of lust
and desire. Use that spark to drive you. Let go of your fear and let your body
guide you,” he said.

I could feel his warm breath
dance on my lips. I had never been so aroused by a man’s words. I couldn’t
speak. If I did, I was sure the only thing escaping my mouth would have been a
moan.

“Avery, time for Instructor
introductions,” a tall man called out, stepping out of the woods and
interrupting our heated discussion. “Well, well, well, look what we have here.
Avery, did you catch a butterfly in your web?” the dark haired, hazel-eyed man
said, gawking at me
.

Avery leaned closer and
whispered in my ear. “A very beautiful butterfly. And she has me completely

hypnotized.”

I rolled my eyes in exaggeration
but secretly I was barely standing on my quivering knees. He captivated me. I
had just met
the
Avery Jameson and I had lost all sense of reason when
he touched me.
Never say never.
My subconscious reared its ugly head
reminding me that I was so sure earlier that I’d never sleep with anyone at
this camp.

I returned my stare to the
green-eyed Adonis, secretly begging him to touch me again. His eyes searched
mine for a moment, and then he pulled away from me and squared his shoulders. I
felt bereaved by this. I wanted to reach out and pull him back to me.

“Travis, let’s go,” Avery
commanded. “Coming Aria?”

I nodded and followed behind
them back to the Main Lodge. That was the second time he’d said the word come,
and I smiled crookedly as my childish thoughts outweighed my anger. But there
was an underlining emotion I couldn’t place. Maybe I was intrigued by the idea
of sex camp, or maybe I was irritated that we were interrupted, because now all
I wanted was to keep Avery all to myself.

Once back inside the Main Lodge,
I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off Avery as he stepped back up to the
microphone.

“Kits and Cubs, please allow me
to introduce your instructors.”

Standing on either side of Avery
were thirty of the hottest men and women I had ever seen. Including Colt. Each
person was of movie star quality and dressed in a white polo shirt with green
trim. The logo of Camp Jameson was on the front of the shirts with
‘staff’
embroidered
below the logo in script text.

The crowd stared toward the
stage and whispered, audibly this time, how they would like to sleep with them.

“Before we get started, I would
like to go over a couple rules,” Avery continued. “Do
not
frolic with
the staff, and staff, vice-versa. We are professionals, not prostitutes. There
will be controlled areas where we will push your body to the limits of
pleasure. You will meet with your instructors tomorrow to go over your likes
and dislikes. We range from petting to soft swap to full swing. You can learn
pretty much whatever your little heart desires.” I swear he was looking right
at me as he spoke.

“Anything goes people,” he
continued. “Your welcome backpacks have found their way to your rooms. Use what
you wish. Deposit anything you may not want in the bin beside the door. Though,
I couldn’t see why you’d want to waste any of it. And remember, safety first.”
Avery clasped his hands behind his back and looked toward me. A small smile
crept on his lips. “Now, enough talk. Let’s have some fun.”

The meet and greet turned out to
be more fun the more alcohol I drank. I watched as all the gorgeous women stood
in a large circle around Avery along with a group of men.

“Brought you a treat,” Colt
said. “Jello shots. A whole tray of them.” He was trying to kiss my ass for
tricking me into coming here. I looked at Sara as she fought back a grin. They
both knew Jello shots were my weakness. I plowed through five of them as I
watched the women swoon over Avery. I rolled my eyes at their desperation.

“Hi Avery, I’m Caitlyn,” I heard
a blonde say.

The women were endless. I felt
sorry for him. It was like an episode of
The Bachelor
except I was
watching it from ten feet away, not through a television. Avery didn’t seem
phased by any of it. He spoke openly to everyone.

I ran my pinkie finger around
the perimeter of another Jello shot and looked out over the massive crowd,
thankful that I wasn’t among them. My eyes landed on Avery as I sucked off the
Jello residue from my finger, savoring the taste of whipped cream vodka. His
eyes widened as I drew my finger away from my mouth. I kept my gaze on him as I
tilted my head back, brought the Jello cup to my mouth, and let it fall in.
Avery blinked and shifted nervously. His lips turned up into a crooked smile.
The crowd faded into the background and I felt like there was no one else in
the room except us.

“Avery, you have to tell me
about the yacht you just bought.” Caitlyn interrupted my wonderful imaginative
moment by stepping between us with her back towards me. She could’ve been
Barbie’s twin and I quickly had fantasies of sneaking into her room at night
and smearing Rogaine onto her knuckles and maybe the tops of her feet.

Avery’s eyes never left mine
until I returned the smile.

“Avery?” she cooed.

I nodded toward him and turned
to share my Jello shots with Sara and Colt when a hand reached out beside me
and snatched one.

“Tease,” Avery’s warm breath
said in my ear. I swallowed nervously, forcing myself to smile at a very
curious Sara and Colt.

“Avery, why did you run away? I
wanted to hear about your yacht…” Caitlyn’s metallic voice cut off. “Oh,
hello,” she said as she stepped up to our circle, eyeing Sara and me as her
competition. Then her eyes fell on Colt. Colt instantly wrapped his arm around Sara
and drew her to his side.

Sara smirked as she introduced
everyone. She was a better person than I was. I probably would have slapped the
bitch if someone were eyeing my man like that.

Avery stepped in front of her
towards me and I had to fight back a snicker as Caitlyn’s mouth fell open in
shock. Avery blew her off for the second time in five minutes.

“Can’t resist a Jello shot,” he
said as he ran his tongue around the rim of the cup and I almost combusted as
his tongue coaxed the Jello into his mouth in one piece. I whimpered in silence
as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip and looked at me. “So, Aria and Sara,
what cabin are you staying in?”

“Jasmine,” Sara said. I was glad
she spoke for me because I was sure it was going to come out shaky.

I finally pushed away my
nervousness and spoke. “How many cabins are on the grounds?”

“Just over one hundred and
twenty-five. I hope to have almost two hundred by next summer. There are sixty
cabins for the guests. Most are single occupancy but some are double like
Jasmine. The rest are for the instructors and the wait staff. I made sure the
staff had their own cabins. Except for a few like Colt here, who can only help
when he doesn’t have class.”

“I only have two more semesters
then I’m all yours.” Colt looked at me. “Aria, you may not know this but Avery
and the University have allowed me to study under him to complete my last year
of apprenticeship for my architecture degree.”