Camp Jameson

by Wendy Lea Thomas

  It was only Sienna and myself today, at least for the moment, so I let her rub my shoulders, working away knots in each one. She then moved down my arms, giving gentle squeezes. A few more strokes and my body was even more at ease. I thought of Avery and how badly I wanted it to be his hands caressing me. Then I started thinking of Ethan and Wren when Sienna let her hands trail down my breasts and rolled my nipples between her fingers. I could see myself with either one of them. My body arched upward in response. My thoughts then drifted to Colt and how I yearned for him inside me as I felt a gentle fur glove cascade down my shoulders, breasts, nipples, and belly, over the apex of my sex, then down my thighs to my feet. But when Sienna opened my legs wide then repeatedly caressed my inner thighs moving up again to my breasts and down again to my inside thigh, I forgot about men altogether.

  My breathing increased and Sienna climbed over me, letting soft kisses reign down on my neck. That’s it. I was hers. I wanted her lips on me as Sienna encouraged me to let my stress go. Sienna’s lips were soft and warm on my skin.

  I heard footsteps and looked to see Colt enter the room and sit in the far corner. Sienna ran her hand over my face and closed my eyes. Sienna gently kneaded my breasts and nipples then kissed my navel. My mind went numb and I wanted so badly to cum.

  “Relax your mind and your body will follow. Block everything out except my voice and feel the heat of your skin rise as I touch you.”

  I could feel Sienna’s gentle hands now gliding over my skin in the same pattern as the fur gloves. Just feel, I told myself.

  “That’s it,” Sienna encouraged. Tenderly she touched me from head to toe and a gentle wave of warmth began to spread throughout my body. My nipples rolled between her steady fingers. My body arched again. Soft tender hands led down over my kitty and concentrated there with swift quick strokes, then my inner thighs one at a time. I moaned softly.

  My legs stiffened as the touch went from my nipples to my apex and back again. My breasts burned and my sex was wet with anticipation. I ground my hips against her merciless hands as they reached my clit again. Steady fingers pressed small circles against me. I tilted my pelvis forward.

  Her tempting hands continued on. The other hand gently glided down my inner thigh to my foot and in one swift motion pressed the nail of her thumb up the instep of my foot from heel to toe. That sent a quiver up my groin. With the circular motion on my clit and the spasm to my groin, I cried out. My vision fluttered and a mind-blowing orgasm erupted from within me.

  I opened my eyes to Sienna and Colt smiling. I smiled nervously back at them. “Holy shit! Damn you’re good,” I said.

  Sienna chuckled. “I know. I made you forget your worries didn’t I?” I nodded my head appreciatively, and then I got dressed slowly, allowing my head to clear, and headed back to my cabin.

  When I stepped through the doorway, Sara was grinning wide at me, which, usually meant she had been up to something.

  “I have something for you. Well, two things really.” I looked at her sideways.

  “What did you do? The last time you were acting like this I got swept away to sex camp.”

  “Don’t ruin my fun. It’s an early birthday present.” She reached behind the door and held up a garment bag.

  I nervously undid the zipper and peeled back the bag to reveal the most stunning blue corset dress. My face broke into a smile. “Wow! This is beautiful.” My eyes met Sara’s and she was bouncing with joy.

  “I knew you’d love it,” she said.

  “When did you get this?” I asked.

  Her face fell a little. “Don’t be mad, but I didn’t like what you were planning to wear so I bought it today at Avery’s boutique.”

  “He has a Boutique?”

  “Yes. It’s in the spa cabin. It features Sienna’s new lingerie line. I’ll have to take you there sometime,” Sara said. I looked back at the dress. It would just cover up my behind. I could feel Sara eyeing me. I turned back to her and smiled.

  “You did good,” I said.

  She squealed in delight. “You sure?” I nodded. “Okay, I got you some black thigh highs and you can borrow my stilettos. I brought two pair,” she said, excitedly.

  “This is going to be so much fun. I can’t wait until tomorrow night. Maybe you will have hot sex with a masked stranger?”

  I looked to the ground nervously. Sara grabbed my hand and stepped closer.

  “Aria, it’s been a week and a half, it’s okay to hook up with someone,” she said, studying me. “I know what you are thinking. There’s the side of you that is a romantic at heart and secretly, you want to be swept off your feet. Then there’s the part of you that is telling you that men will only hurt you. Don’t let how Nate treated you in the past keep you from exploring who you really are. The guys are great here. It’s all consensual sex. There are no misunderstandings this way. Just promise me you will think about it. One way or another, I’m getting you laid. Even if it’s just you and me,” Sara winked.

  I laughed aloud. “I promise I will try to be more open about having sex,” I said. “Geez, the things you make me do,” I teased.

  Sara let go of my hand and reached over the side of the bed and brought out a medium sized white paper shopping bag with handles.

  “This is for you, also.” Her eyes sparkled with excitement. I reached into the shopping bag and brought out a black satin pouch. I unraveled the strings that bound it and pulled out an elegant, laser-cut metallic blue butterfly-shaped eye mask with satin ribbon ties. It had silver sequined crystal-rimmed eyes. I gasped.

  “Isn’t it perfect?” Sara squealed. “This is a masquerade ball after all. We have to wear our masks until midnight. That’s the rule. No matter what happens, keep it on until midnight, but you’re allowed to take everything else off,” she winked.

  I loved this mask. It was so elegant. I could only think how it matched the colors of the blue sundress I wore when Avery and I met the first day of camp down by the lake, and his reference to me being a beautiful butterfly that had him hypnotized. I swallowed hard, trying to bury how it made me think of the morning we spent at the waterfall. The butterfly we saw was a blue monarch. It was too much. My heart thudded against my chest wanting to escape the pressure it was feeling as I tried to force a barrier up around it. I would never have Avery.

  I ran my hand over the sequined lined eyes. It really was beautiful. And no matter what happened tomorrow night, I couldn’t disappoint her.

  “I love it,” I whispered.

  “Awesome.” Then Sara rambled on about how she and Colt swapped with Sienna and Sean after the pole dancing qualifying rounds Saturday night and how fucking hot it was. But all I could think of was how this costume was perfect. If only the rest of the fairy tale could come true.

  DAY TEN:

  WEDNESDAY NIGHT

  MARDI GRAS MASQUERADE BALL

  Sara made a point that we should start getting ready for the party early. She even had jello shots ready for us while we got dressed. I admit Sara knew what she was doing when it came to dressing me. She had a knack of putting me in the right clothes to accentuate my curves. I did look pretty good as I checked myself out in the mirror. If Nate was there tonight, he was going to eat his heart out for dumping me.

  Sara kept teasing me about Ethan and Wren, telling me that I’m only allowed to pick one and I teased her back saying I couldn’t pick one without sampling both, even though I’d probably never be able to go through with it. I assured her I would do my best to feel sexy and we’d see what happened after that.

  As we walked into the ballroom, there were signs everywhere that read: “Welcome to the Camp Jameson Fourth of July Masquerade Ball.”

  Everyone looked so elegant and beautiful in their masks and costumes. The decorations of an almost life-like New Orleans were breathtaking. The walls were lined with the very ornate French Quarters of Bourbon Street and the motif was steeped with history and folklore. Avery even had a live jazz band playing beside the DJ booth.
The beauty of it seemed to capture everyone as they were milling about seeing if they could recognize anyone. I followed Sara and Colt up to the bar. With all these masked people, I felt like I could have been swept away to Louisiana.

  In the dim party lighting, I watched as the barmaid poured the Jameson whiskey into the round shot glass and recapped the bottle. I tilted the glass back. I felt the whiskey burn as it went down my throat. Sara and Colt were beside me and they followed suit. We all three clinked our glasses back down on the bar and smiled at each other.

  “Reload!” Colt said, and we quickly downed another.

  “It’s gonna be a good night. I think I’ll have another,” I said.

  Meg, the woman with big breasts behind the bar poured me another. “Four’s the limit tonight, honey,” she said with a deep cigarette voice.

  I frowned and threw back my third one. Damn, they were counting tonight. Colt winked at me and I realized I didn’t need to worry. I followed Sara and Colt to our table.

  “Fair warning, Aria, Ethan’s on the hunt for you tonight. He practically begged me to tell him what you were wearing. So did Wren. They’ve got it bad for you, girl,” Sara said, taking a sip of her red cocktail.

  I picked up the large red index sized card from my dinner plate and read it as we sat down.

  Tonight, Roses are a bloom,

  And Violets are as bright as a moon swept night.

  To keep the Mystery in the darkened room,

  Don’t take your mask off until MIDNIGHT.

  Only then, can you reveal your true self,

  And allow your fairy tale to come true.

  “Don’t take your mask off until midnight, Aria. Those are the rules under which we all play tonight.”

  I smiled to myself as I looked at Sara. She was radiant in her very short Mardi Gras spaghetti strap dress. The bodice of the drop waist dress was a deep purple with gold braided straps. A short tulle petticoat underneath was gold and green. Sara was all-legs in her black high stilettos. She accented the outfit with purple feather eyelashes. Her blonde curly hair was pinned back on both sides of her head. She wore a violet Venetian lace mask with rhinestones. If I hadn’t come to the ball with Sara and Colt I would have never been able to find them.

  The lights dimmed around us and I could see that they kept it dark in the ballroom tonight just to make it harder. I guess tonight’s all about the mystery.

  The men were dressed in button up shirts with bright colorful masks that hid their faces perfectly. I scanned the room trying to find someone I knew, but part of the fun this evening was that you were supposed to sit with people that you didn’t know. Avery just loved to mix things up to get people talking to one another.

  Several couples sat down at our table and try as I might, I couldn’t tell who they were, not even by their voices. I didn’t see how I was going to be able to find Ethan or Wren at this party but I was at least sure that Nate wouldn’t recognize me.

  Full-length mirrors lined the Main Lodge and I garnered several looks at my new sexy costume. It was a dark blue corset mini dress with a low cut sweetheart neckline that unzipped in the front. The skirt was pleated and very short. A harlequin diamond print mesh panel ran down the center. I had borrowed Sara’s extra black high heels. I wasn’t wearing a bra, just sexy black underwear and black thigh highs. The costume barely covered my behind. And I smiled to myself. I felt sexy.

  Light jazz music started and the staff began to serve dinner. I let the music fill my ears and tried to block out my thoughts except one. Tonight – all I wanted was to get drunk and maybe find Ethan or Wren to have sex with and make Sara proud. Was that so wrong?

  My heart plummeted into my stomach when I realized I wasn’t sure I could even go through with it. But I told her I’d try to relax and go with the flow. I realized wearing a mask had its advantages. I smiled at my next thought. In the dim light, no one would know it was me. Tonight was about letting go with total anonymity. What could go wrong?

  After dinner and a few more shots thanks to Colt, I was feeling good and drunk when Sara pulled me to the darkened dance floor. The jazz band had disassembled and the DJ took the reigns. The only thing illuminating the dance floor were several strings of lights fanned out from the middle to the corners.

  Beads were dangling around most of the guys’ necks. Their faces were unrecognizable. A woman with ebony hair beside us was letting a man tease her nipple with his mouth. She threw her head back in pleasure. He slipped some beads over her head and she winked through her mask and moved on to the next man.

  Song after song played as I cleared my mind and let the music move me. Several guys danced with me but they didn’t hold my attention long. I wasn’t satisfied. They had asked me if I wanted to join them in a room but I declined every time. I kept dancing even when Sara and Colt wanted to escape to a room. For a moment, I thought they might take me with them, but in Sara’s guilt she latched onto the next guy that walked by the dance floor and shoved him toward me.

  “You. Come here. Dance with her.” She pulled the strangers’ hands and mine together, gave me a small wave, and took Colt in tow behind her to a private room.

  “Go get ‘em, tiger,” a familiar voice across the table said. I tried to recall whose voice it was but my brain was too fuzzy at this point to care. The man beside me slammed the rest of his drink and set the glass on the nearby table and pulled me back to him on the dance floor.

  He paced a circle around to the back of me. I was contemplating leaving until strong hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me back against his chest. He didn’t speak as he moved to my ear and planted a soft kiss behind it. My knees went weak. I kept wondering if this was either Ethan or Wren. I was sure it was one of them. Sara knew them well enough to grab one of them for me because in my current state it was all I could do to keep standing. I was clearly drunk.

  He twirled me around and brought us nose to nose. He was still several inches taller than me and I was in four-inch stilettos. Or was it five?

  I studied him, trying to find out who had me so enthralled. I couldn’t wait to unmask him and see which one was my prize. They were twins so I figured my odds were good either way. It was hard to see the color of his eyes with the scantily lights. His delicious looking lips and square jaw were the only features I could make out behind his full-face black satin Venetian mask with gold trimmed eyes. It was exquisite with diamond crest, which sprouted a number of black feathers mixed with black and gold ribbons draping from the temple and tried to place him.

  The lights and the music pulsed through me as I let him press against me. He was dressed all in black. He had wide shoulders. I could feel his muscles through his button-up shirt. That didn’t narrow it down any. Everyone here had tight abs.

  His hands moved like magic under my long curled hair that Sara took an hour to do, to reveal my bare skin underneath. His lips trailed across my neck and shoulder as his fingers teased my bare arms and I lost all sense of logic and the idea to find out which twin this masked man was. I had never craved anyone’s touch more than I did in that moment. When his fingers met my hands, he intertwined them together and brought them between us. He softly kissed each one and smirked valiantly. My foggy thoughts lifted for a moment and I was intrigued. I wanted more.

  “Who are you, Ethan or Wren?” I asked.

  He startled for a moment then a slow seductive grin spread across his face. He completely distracted me as he trailed kisses across my jawline then down my neck. He unzipped my dress down past my breasts and slipped his hands inside then cupped my breasts. Fuck. His touch was electric. I stepped closer. Why did I want to know? The only thing I could concentrate on was that I wanted more.

  My lips parted and I ran my tongue across my bottom lip and left it wet. His eyes dropped instantly to my lips and his mouth fell open slightly. Within seconds, his mouth found mine, and a low moan escaped his throat. I moved my hands to rest on his arms while he pressed his lips harder to mine. His lips were all co
nsuming. Jesus, this man could kiss.

  We were in the middle of the dance floor but it was only him I could see and only him that I wanted. He still had his hands cupping my breasts beneath my costume as our tongues explored one another and our hips ground against each other to the beat of Britney Spears ‘Slave for You’. He tasted of tequila and sweet lime. I couldn’t get enough of his warm velvet body, his tart cologne, and his lips. He leaned away, grasped my hand, and pulled me behind him. I followed him down a dim narrow hallway with closed doors on each side. I had never wanted someone to touch me like this. I never wanted him to let go of my hand. I couldn’t wait to be alone with him.

  He brought me into the round room with ten or so people on a large platform bed. People were all interwoven together and with the shadowy light, I couldn’t tell who was who. I looked up at him when he gripped my hand tighter in a possessive manner and pulled me through the endless sea of naked and grinding bodies. The nearby speaker in the corner still playing Britney drowned out their moans. He led me up a rope-lighted staircase past a smaller crowd of people – six or so, and pulled me to the other side of the hall toward a more private room. We almost made it to the room when we were finally alone. He spun towards me and pressed me against the wall. His lips found mine again and he buried his pelvis into mine. I could feel his excitement through our clothing. His tongue invaded my mouth and I did what I always wanted to do. I let go.

  Our breathing was erratic now as our desire built beyond anything I had ever known before. My hands urgently moved to unbutton his pants. I slid the zipper down his black dress pants and let my hand dip down beneath his boxer briefs. I was holding my breath when I wrapped my hand around his quickly hardening cock. He gasped when my hands made contact with his warm skin. I could feel my heart pounding like a jackrabbit in my chest as I stroked his shaft up and down. His chest rose and fell rapidly. His tongue pushed further into my mouth. When that was no longer enough, he lifted my legs around his waist and pressed my back harder against the wall. I wrapped my legs around him as he pulled my lacy underwear to the side and tilted his pelvis towards mine. I felt his shaft sink into me and I tilted my head back in sheer pleasure as his hands firmly moved to my hips. He thrust deeper into me. I felt him lift me then I fell back upon him. His mouth urgently found mine again.