Camp Jameson (6 page)

I dusted myself off and rose
again with the aid of that same end table. I walked across the hardwood floor
to the kitchen and decided I would go to the refrigerator and get a bottle of
water. The steps I took were unsteady at first and I kept my knees bent, ready
to catch myself if I fell again.

“Try standing up straight and
tall then lean back a little in your heels,” Sara said. She was standing in her
bedroom doorway barely curtailing a giggle. “You smell very nice. Is that
lavender?” As I glared at her, I could see her lips trembling, threatening to
break with laughter.

“I will pay you back for this,
Sara!” I’m pretty sure I looked like the most awkward duckling that still
couldn’t fly. I stood up feeling uncomfortably taller.

“Good, now relax your shoulders
and lean back just a little. You’re not going skiing,” Sara chuckled.

“Maybe I am,” I said sticking my
tongue out at her. I sighed heavily and let my shoulders fall, then
straightened my legs.
Ugh.
I was so frustrated that I couldn’t think
straight.

“Think of yoga,” Sara said.

“Huh?” I mumbled trying to reign
in my nervous thoughts. “What does Star Wars have to do with platform shoes?”

“I said yoga, not Yoda,” Sara
replied.

I snickered. “Oh.”

“Find your center and imagine
there is an invisible line running through you. The taller you stretch, the
easier it is to find your center, and better balance will follow,” Sara said.

“You are wise, Jedi Master.” I
closed my eyes and tried to center myself. After a few moments, I opened them
and stepped toward her. With the first step, I was still unsteady, but then
after a few more my feet felt almost weightless. I wasn’t concentrating on the
tall shoes anymore. I was concentrating on centering myself.

“It actually works. You were
right,” I said. I walked across the room to the back patio and sat in one of
the wooden Adirondack chairs looking out at the woods around me.

Sara strolled out with a bottle
of wine and two glasses as she joined me. She sat the bottle on a small table
at the far side of the patio. Sara lit the fire in the stone fire pit and we
sat sipping on our red wine and reminiscing about our freshman year. In between
our conversation, Sara forced me to get up and walk across the patio to get the
bottle of wine to refill our glasses. As I listened to her talk about the
fashion industry and her dreams of owning her own clothing line, I was glad to
be with my best friend.

It was almost midnight when I
took off my platform shoes and climbed into bed in my snug fitted t-shirt and
panties. I turned off the light and let myself get accustomed to the darkness.
No light, no sound, just my breathing in the surrounding darkness. The
darkness, with the help of some wine, helped me to relax, and the image of Colt
came to mind. I had gotten to know his shirtless, muscular figure since he
moved in with Sara and me at our place back home, but I quickly forced the
thoughts away. He was my best friend’s boyfriend. I couldn’t.

I tried to calm myself and clear
the thoughts from my head. If this was going to happen, then I had to force
myself not to think, but feel. The image of Avery was there as his words came
back to me…
just feel
.

The image of yesterday played
out in my head. I could remember exactly what he was wearing – black
dress pants and a dark blue button up shirt open at the collar. I could
remember the smell of his cologne invading my senses. I stepped away from him
and my back pressed against the oak tree. Then my imagination took hold…he
closed the gap between us and his hand traced my cheek then draped down to my
breasts through my sundress. His hand slid further down. He lifted the hem of
my dress and let his hands slip under and trail over my bare skin.

I closed my eyes and let the
fantasy play out in my head as I slipped my fingers beneath my lace panties,
mimicking his gesture in my fantasy. I felt his warm hand find refuge as he
slipped his fingers inside me. My pelvis pushed closer to him feeling his
engorged self beneath his dress pants. I was growing hotter and wetter as I
unbuttoned his shirt. My hand ran over his exposed muscular chest. He rushed to
kiss me and drew his fingers deeper inside me. He pulled them out, and then
moved them deeper within me. He moved them back out then moved to my clit.

My fingers in my dark room
mimicked his and encircled my clit. The more I stroked, the more I desired him.
I let the thoughts of his forbidden body flood into my head.

“Just feel, don’t think.” And
that
was just what I was doing. I felt him unzip his pants. I felt him lift me
up over him and pull my panties to the side. I felt his engorged penis enter
into me. I looked into his emerald green eyes and felt his smile on my lips as
he kissed me and then ground deeper into me. I closed my eyes and let him
thrust and grind into me.
God, it was heaven.
He swiveled his hips
drawing out, then in, out, then in. Soon my legs were burning and I was about
to fall over the edge.

“That’s it, Aria. Let go, baby,”
he breathed in my ear and that was my undoing. My body convulsed around him
sending white stars to my periphery as he let go inside of me. Then he
disappeared from my fantasy and I was left alone, breathing heavily in my dark
bedroom, wishing I could have more of Avery Jameson.

DAY TWO:

TUESDAY MORNING

EXPLORATION CLASS

A
t
8:55am the next morning, I walked into Peak cabin. I had rushed Sara through
breakfast so I could arrive early and ease some of my anxiety. Sara was annoyed
that I was rushing her but she could see my nervousness.

After breakfast, Sara gave me a
hug and hurried off to her first group and I headed here. When I walked in,
Sienna handed me two glasses. The first was a shot glass full of whiskey. The
second was a tall reddish-orange Alabama Slammer. I looked at her with
appeasement in my eyes and downed the shot.
It burned all the way down into
my belly!
Then I sucked down half my cocktail and felt my body relax for
the first time since I arrived
. Alcohol before noon is yummy. There’s an old
Naval axiom that says you don’t drink before the sun passes over the main yard
arm, which, is about noon. I shrugged. I’m not sure why they said that, but I
was glad no one here believed in Naval axioms.

“This exploration class is to
help you learn your body’s magic spots. Everybody is different. I know it
sounds intimate but what you learn here should pique your curiosity of what is
to come,” Sienna said. She wore a tight cheerleader costume emblazoned with the
Camp Jameson logo. It was short and green with her shirt tied near her cleavage
so her breasts almost spilled out of it. She had white skintight lycra shorts
and black strap high-heeled platform shoes. Her hair fell down her shoulders to
the middle of her back. She was drop-dead gorgeous. She guided me over to the
massage table on the far side of the room as Colt came in holding a bottle of
massage oil.

“Good morning, Aria. Why don’t
you go ahead and strip down to your undies then lay back and make yourself
comfortable on the table. Try to let your mind relax,” Colt said, lifting off
his tight Camp Jameson polo and exposing his six-pack. He was only wearing
cargo shorts and sandals.

“I’m a little warm,” he said.
“You don’t mind if I take my shirt off do you?”

I quickly shook my head ‘no’ as
my eyes shifted nervously
. God, he’s hot.
I downed the rest of my drink
and unbuttoned my sleeveless shirt. I shimmied off my shorts and placed them on
the chair beside the bed. I lay down on my back and stared at the rustic wood of
the cabin ceiling around me.

“To heighten your senses, I’m
going to put this blindfold on you. Sienna is going to sit this one out until
you are comfortable with me touching you. Then we’ll help you get comfortable
with another woman touching you,” he said slipping the mask over my eyes.
Oh
,
was all I could think.

I heard Sienna move over to the
wall then slow, sexy jazz music filled my ears from the speakers over head. It
was very soothing. Colt’s hands began to rub light strokes over my shoulders to
my bare arms. I shivered slightly. I couldn’t believe I was lying in my
burgundy bra and panties in a very dimly lit cabin with Colt and letting him
give me a massage.
I hope Sara doesn’t get jealous but I always wondered
what his hands would feel like touching me and it feels reeeaaallly good.

Colt’s warm, dexterous hands
slipped off my hair tie and my loose bun unraveled so that my hair cascaded
around me. It was the first time I noticed my long hair touch my skin
sensually. His hands rubbed lotion over my clavicle then down my arms and back
up again. His forefingers dragged my bra straps down and let them fall past my
shoulders. He continued to rub circles from my neck to my shoulders, back, and
arms. I was finally starting to relax when his last stroke skimmed over my
breasts. I inhaled slightly. He moved back up to my shoulders continuing his
repetitive motion like before, and each time, his last stroke pressed a little
harder over my nipples through my bra. After the fifth time my body bowed
upward off the table begging for him not to stop there. I had no idea my body
would respond to his touch like this.
Better yet; what did he put in my
drink? Colt wouldn’t do that. But would Sienna?

“You’re doing good, Aria.” He
then slipped his fingers underneath my bra and exposed my nipples. The air
wasn’t cold by any means, it was late June and the temperature was in the low
eighties now, but the air mixed with his touch left my nipples hard and
sensitive. Colt restarted his tantalizing touch as before, this time letting
his hands tweak my nipples just long enough to make my breathing go faster and
my heart race. I felt sexy for the first time. I moaned softly and wiggled my
hips, craving more. He moved to the bottom of the table and began stroking my
abdomen, my legs, and my calves. Repeatedly he stroked his hands over the same
areas then at the last minute, he gently slid his hand over the apex of my
thigh.
Oh my.
Before my body could commit, he would move on to another
area. Each stroke teased me, bringing me to the edge where my body begged for
some unknown mercy. He traced over my crest once more then moved to my feet.
His hand stroked the instep of my right foot. My insides almost convulsed at
his touch.
How in the hell was I feeling that all the way up my groin?

“Is this too much?” Colt asked.

“No,” I wriggled. I craved more.

“You’re doing fine, just relax.
You’re in total darkness now. Let go, Aria,” Colt said, rubbing his thumb up my
instep. My body quivered, but something was stopping me from letting go. I
tried to drown myself in the music. I wanted to let go. I wanted to feel that
burning desire but the sensations were becoming too much.

“It’s too much,” I gushed.

“Okay,” he said. He covered me
with a sheet and walked to the head of the table. “Great job for your first
day, Aria,” his voice was hoarse when he pulled off my blindfold.
How could
he not be affected by this?
But then I noticed the tell tale sign of a
bulge barely visible in his loose-fitting cargo pants.

“Get up slowly and get dressed
when you are ready,” he said stepping over to where Sienna had been sitting and
watching.

After I finished dressing, I
couldn’t bring myself to look at him. Sienna smiled and motioned for me to take
a seat in the chair next to them while Colt scribbled notes in his notebook.

“Did you put something in my
drink?” I asked Sienna.

“No. That was all you, honey.”
She smiled wider. “Feels great, doesn’t it?” My lips curved upward in a small
smile when I realized she was right. “I just observed today, Aria and I could
see you trying to overcome your fear. Just relax. It’s very normal. You’re
strong, but you let your mind control you. Let your body and feelings lead once
in awhile. I could see you started to think too much near the end of your
massage. What were you thinking about?”

My eyes flashed to Colt. “Colt,
being Sara’s boyfriend. It started to feel kind of wrong,” I said.

Colt leaned in toward me and
rested his arms on the table in front of him. “Sex, is just sex. It doesn’t
mean anything unless you want it to.” I nervously wrung my hands in my lap as
he tried to find another way to state what he meant. “Look. Sara 100% agrees
with this. Remember this was her idea. She wants you to have the full
experience. You are allowed to have sexual feelings, and she wants you to
embrace those,” Colt said. He cleared his throat. “It doesn’t matter who is
touching you, it’s all about how you feel while you’re being touched. If I make
it easy for you to cum, then don’t be ashamed of that. That is why you’re here.
Avery set up this camp to help people like you explore the endless
possibilities that sex has to offer. But you have to clear your mind and let
your body rule in order to do that. Don’t think about me as Sara’s boyfriend
when I am giving you pleasure. No one is judging you here.”

“How do you do this?” I asked.
“You’re obviously turned on right now. How do you give me pleasure without
being able to do anything about it?”

“Sara’s meeting me here after
this. I can guarantee we won’t make it to the massage bed,” he said.

“I thought the guests weren’t
supposed to have sex with the instructors?” I chuckled. “I think I get it. It’s
part of that whole sexual freedom thing.”

“Yes,” Sienna said.

I sighed inwardly. I had only
been intimate with one man before in my life. And that was a disaster. I had
promised myself that my first time was going to be glorious, romantic, maybe
even seductive, and it was the complete opposite of that. I never thought my
first guy had to be madly in love with me, but he would make love to me like he
was. It would be something that I would want to remember forever. But it wasn’t
any of those things. It was some upper classman at a frat party just looking
for a one-night stand. We attended the same high school but he was older than
me and graduated early. We never hung out before. He got me drunk for the first
time. It was a big mistake because he didn’t care about me at all. He wasn’t
passionate. He was cold. I felt used and betrayed afterwards. He wasn’t any of
the things that I wanted in a man. There wasn’t a mind-blowing kiss or a big
jolt of electricity when he touched me. There weren’t any fireworks or
earth-shattering earthquakes.
Whom was I kidding? A man like that could only
ever exist in my fantasies.