Camp Jameson (5 page)

“I don’t understand. What are
the rooms for?” I whispered to Sara.

“To have sex in…duh,” Sara said.

Okay, mental note, quit
asking stupid questions,
I thought.

“There are showers in every
room. Towels and sheets are re-stocked as needed. Condoms can be found in every
drawer. Any scares, please see the camp nurse.” He cleared his throat. “Please
remember safe sex is best. Okay, back to the fun stuff. You have been given
toys in your camp bags and whatnot, so make use of your time here. For most of
you, this will be the only time in your life you can experience this lifestyle,
so enjoy it. Swings are available in rooms 10-14. Those usually fill up first.
Middle rooms are the exhibition rooms, you can leave the door open, or you can
leave the blinds up and people can watch through the windows in the hall. We
are all one big happy family.”
What? People watch other people have sex?
Sara
must have felt me stiffen because she squeezed my hand.

“At the end of this hall is the
round room. You can enter from either side and as you can see, it could house a
small crowd. This room was designed for group orgies.”

My mouth fell open at the size
of the mattress that was centered in the middle of the room. It could easily
hold ten people. The perimeter of the room was lined with long narrow red
couches ensconced in velvet.

“Up the stairs we have our
smaller, more private rooms. They decrease in size the farther back you go.
Some of you who are newer to this lifestyle may want to start there. Ease your
self into it before you’re ready to let it all hang out in the public room.”

I looked around at all these
astoundingly beautiful women.
Who was I kidding? I felt like the ugly
duckling amongst a flock of beautiful swans except for Tara, who could be
beautiful if she would just get to the salon.
Some of these women were tall
and some were short. I was in the middle at 5’5”, but several were curvy in all
the right places, and their breasts were so goddamn perky. I’m amazed that some
of these women didn’t have bruised chins from their tits hitting them while
they jogged. I had a slim hourglass figure with an athletic build. I had been a
gymnast up until this past spring. My greatest feature was my muscular calves
and arms. Okay, I couldn’t complain, my bra size was a 34C but I didn’t look at
myself as sexy. I had always been an athlete and wore a sports bra to hold my
tits in place. I wasn’t used to wearing sexy bras that lifted and accentuated
them. It was going to take some getting used to.

“So, this brings us back to the
main bar. The exits are at the end of every hallway in case of emergencies.
Otherwise, please use the main double doors.” We headed out the main entrance
and proceeded down the main path.

“This way, Kittens. Up the hill
here we have a classroom being built now.”

I could hear the pounding of the
hammers and electric saws echoing off the area ahead of us as we walked closer.
There was talk of building measurements between two men going over floor plans
at a bench nearby. My eyes rested on a tanned, muscular body atop the roof.
God,
it was Avery. How was he built like that? Damn, I caught myself drooling.
This
place was amazing. He was golden tan and shirtless as he slid his hammer in his
tool belt, then descended the ladder in front of us in one long sliding move.
He
made that look sexy.

When he arrived at the bottom,
he wiped his forehead and brushed his hand against his holey ripped jeans, then
strode toward the men at the workbench. He muttered something about a peak then
looked up to the onlookers. He smirked at the many mouths that hung gaping.
Oh,
he definitely noticed all of us gawking at him
. Even the guys, but it
didn’t seem to make him uncomfortable. He was confident in everything he did.

“Kittens, where are you off to?”
Avery asked.

“Tour of the grounds,” Colt
replied. “Come along everybody.”

I stood a moment longer taking
in his well-defined back muscles before me.
Jesus, he was glorious.
The
sight of his muscular physique made my heart thump loudly in my chest. Sara
didn’t seem phased by Avery but rather kept her eyes on me as she smirked. Even
the bird women Tara seemed caught up in Avery’s spell, much to the chagrin of
her asshole husband. I watched Avery take a swig of his water bottle then recap
it. He turned and noticed me. Our eyes locked for a moment but he seemed lost
in thought as he stared at me. I looked to his tight abs and the obvious bulge
in his crotch as my face reddened. I recomposed myself and moved to catch up to
Colt’s tour, but as soon as I turned, I tripped on an errant rock jutting out from
the hard clay ground. I landed face first against the hard earth and dust
lifted all around me.

I lifted my top half up slightly
as I looked back to see Avery still staring. I quickly stood as his eyes raked
over me. I was in my ripped jean shorts, a white sleeveless button up shirt,
and my dark grey running shoes, hardly a thing of beauty, now dust covered, but
he stared anyway. A small smile played on his lips and he winked at me.

I turned away from Avery,
feeling dumbfounded, and almost stumbled into Colt who had come back to help
me.

“Lose something?” Colt asked.

I giggled nervously. “Just my
dignity.” My heart was beating wildly in my chest. I had no idea anyone could
affect me like this. I took in a shaky breath trying to find the ground that
just leapt out from under me.

“Good. Because it’s time for
your first class.” It didn’t register. My thoughts were too scrambled from
Avery’s beautiful body…I…uh…mean his eyes, but he had such beautiful glistening
skin.
Pull yourself together girl.

I walked with Colt to Peak cabin
while the rest of our group went to meet their instructors. We walked into room
2B where we met up with Sienna. She was beautiful and mesmerizing. Her skin
glowed like cherry blossoms in the hope of spring. I wished Sara was here to help
with the awkwardness, but she was off with her group. The room reminded me of a
small massage suite. The folding wall opened up on one side, leaving room for
three soft chairs for Sienna, Colt, and myself. There was something very
intimate and relaxing about it while at the same time every nerve in my body
screamed to run for the door. I sat in the soft plush chair fidgeting nervously
and trying very hard not to have a meltdown. I had no idea what was going to
happen next.
How was I going to get through this?
My heart raced and my
stomach churned.

Sienna handed me a frosty glass
filled with a crimson and orange liquid. “It’s never too early for a cocktail.
It’s Sex on the Beach,” she winked at Colt and I.
Of course it is.

I smiled gratefully and looked
to Colt as he stared at both of us with a dangerous hunger in his eyes. But
soon he shook it off and continued the orientation.

“Theme parties are Wednesdays
and Saturdays. Sunday is recovery day. A day to swim, hike, bike, and go
horseback riding,” Colt said breaking the tension in the room. “Remember you
only participate when you are ready. There’s no rush.”

“If I may, Aria, for class
structure purposes, when is your period?” Sienna asked.

My face reddened immediately. I
looked around the classroom. The massage room was dimly lit. Cotton sheets
draped over it, making the room warm and cozy. I looked hesitantly back to Sienna.
“Today is my last day.”

“Good timing. At least you won’t
have it twice at camp. You don’t want to be sitting on the sidelines while the
rest of your group parties. It will show up during week five but that shouldn’t
be a problem. We’ll do other things that week. Now, here’s your schedule, Aria.
Monday through Saturday, we will meet here at Peak cabin in the morning –
nine o’clock – for exploration/ masturbation/massage class. After lunch,
meet us at Prentice cabin for pole dancing, lap dancing, and strip tease
lessons. After dinner, excluding Wednesdays and Saturdays meet us at Kit Kat
for and all other classes,” Sienna said. “Some of your classes will revolve
around Kama Sutra, or how to use the sex swing. You will also have workshops on
threesomes, hand jobs, and fellatio. Some nights, we will have you do
activities on your own so that you can help to build up your confidence.
Tonight you won’t have class but you will be assigned some homework. Is all of
this okay for you so far?” she asked.

I looked at both of them. My
head was spinning. They seemed so relaxed about the whole thing, like this was
normal everyday conversation for them. They both sat staring at me, waiting for
my reply.

“Sure,” was all that I could
mutter then I brought my straw up to my mouth and took two big sips of my sex
on the beach.
Yummy.

“Okay, let’s talk about your
likes and dislikes. How many sexual encounters have you had?” Sienna asked.

“One.”

“Oh, yea. The one night stand,”
Colt said to Sienna. My eyes widened at his revelation. I hadn’t realized Sara
told him. But then again I couldn’t see that they kept any secrets between
them. Not even about Sienna. I studied the two. Colt had blonde shaggy hair,
blue eyes, and an excellent football physique. Sienna had auburn wavy hair with
a light dusting of freckles on her nose, lean, with perfect breasts.

“We’re here to help you open up
to new experiences. So tell us, what was it like the first time you had sex?”
Sienna asked.

“Short,” I said.

“Was it missionary position or
doggie style?” Colt asked.

“Missionary,” I said feeling
exposed. I shifted nervously in my seat waiting for the awkwardness to pass.

“You are going to learn so many
things in the next six weeks about different sexual positions, techniques, role
playing, and fantasies. Everything you need to be an empowered lover. We will
help make you comfortable in exploring each one,” Colt said.

Comfortable exploring? I’m
not even comfortable talking about it!
I took another sip of my cocktail
and couldn’t wait for the inquisition to be over.

“Have you ever reached orgasm by
sexual penetration or masturbation?” Sienna asked.

“Yes.” I could see they were
waiting for me to clarify. “From masturbating.” My face reddened even more.

Seeing my hesitance, Sienna
continued on, “I need you to be bold here, Aria.” She handed me a sexual questionnaire.
So the inquisition wasn’t enough, now I have to put it down in writing.

“As you read through this, think
about what you might like and what you might enjoy, try to be honest and open.
I want you to do the same for your dislikes. The check off sheet keeps you from
having to put it into words. Sometimes it helps our shyer guests confront taboo
topics and behavior. It’s designed to help you open up and answer honestly.”

I scanned the sheet and checked
my likes.
Ok, I was guessing at some of it.
Then I went through my
dislikes. I shivered inwardly at the thought of anal fisting.
No way!
Sienna
and Colt waited patiently for me to finish. I looked up at them feeling
surprised by some of my own acknowledgements. Sienna took the list and scanned
down the page.

“Aria, I am going to check the
Sybian under the likes column for you, Sara signed you up for that class and
quite frankly, I don’t know any girl who hasn’t liked it,” Sienna smiled to me
and I found myself smiling back. “I reserved your day and time for that class
already. Because there is so many that want to get into that class it fills up
quickly. On Friday morning of week two, you will have your first class at Kit
Kat cabin instead of your usual meeting cabin.” I nodded.

“I think we’re good here,” Colt
said. “Sienna will give you a massage to help relax you then you have a couple
of homework assignments. First, I want you to practice walking in your platform
shoes around your cabin for the rest of today. The second thing is tonight I
want you to pleasure yourself. It will help get you warmed up for the weeks to
follow. The more you do it, the more control you will have and the more intense
it becomes.”
Boy, Sara really knew how to set me up. What a way to spend the
summer.

As I walked back toward the
Jasmine cabin, I was so relaxed by my hour and a half deep tissue massage that
Sienna gave me. She had worked out a few kinks in my neck and back from being
hunched over the last week cramming for finals. I felt like a new person.
However, my anxiety soon resurfaced as I pulled open the doors of the armoire
and stared at the two pairs of shiny platform shoes. One red pair, one white. I
picked up the white ones, maybe because that made me feel less brazen, and
sighed. I tugged off my running shoes and low cut socks and slipped on the
right platform heel. I wrestled with the strap. Then, once it was secured, I
did the same with the left. I stood unsteadily and braced myself with my right
hand on the bed. I stood up slow and tall trying to find my center. That was
one of the first things my gymnastics coach taught me in tumbling.
Easy
enough.

I took a small step and fell
over like a great oak tree. My rumble lodged a bowl of potpourri that was
barely resting on the edge of the dresser and it found it’s way onto my head
covering me in small fragrant flowers. Sighing loudly, I raised myself up on my
hands, then grasped the edge of the bed, and lifted myself for another try. I
felt my ankle wanting to buckle right away. I took another step, forcing myself
to walk opposite of what I had been taught since I was a year old. Toe then
heel. Not heel to toe. I held on to the armoire then the dresser and moved
toward the doorframe of my room.
I felt like Bambi learning to walk on ice.

I held on the outside wall and
furniture and walked the perimeter of the room a few times then I let go at the
doorframe of the bedroom, stepped out into the hall, and hit the floor again,
where oddly enough, housekeeping left another bowl of potpourri on an end
table, that I now wore.
Aww, come on!