Camp Rewind

by O'Brien, Meghan

Jamal and Trayvon both tried and failed to suppress eager smiles as they not-so-surreptitiously looked each other over. Jamal shrugged, then turned mildly self-conscious eyes to Alice, as though checking her reaction. “I’m down for some fun is all I’m saying. Whatever shape it happens to take.”

  Pleasantly buzzed, Alice showered Jamal with a beaming grin and all the approval in her heart. “I can’t claim firsthand knowledge, but rumor has it that Trayvon provides excellent fun.”

  Trayvon bumped Alice’s fist with his, then pantomimed the act of slipping her imaginary cash from his pocket. The entire group laughed, Alice loudest of all. Loose and happy from the pot, surrounded by good-natured allies, she barely remembered the persistent anxiety she’d had to battle whenever she allowed her mind to drift to thoughts of actually trying to teach this class. After the following afternoon, all the anticipation would end, and she could take pride in having achieved yet another difficult accomplishment. She knew in her heart that everything would most likely turn out well, that she’d do just fine, but now that she was surrounded by her friends, it was easier to focus on the present instead of worrying about what might come to pass.

  Jamal rolled his shoulders and, lips still curled from joining in the group’s laughter, said, “I’m glad to gather firsthand knowledge about Trayvon’s fun factor, if invited to do so.”

  Trayvon glanced at Alice as though seeking permission. Alice laughed. “Go. Just make sure you’re there for my class tomorrow. Ten o’clock sharp. Nine thirty would be better, since you’re a major part of my moral-support team.”

  Trayvon nodded, looking like an eager puppy. “Nine thirty it is, at the latest.”

  “I’ll make sure he’s there on time.” Jamal threw an arm around Trayvon’s shoulders and drew him closer so they could tussle playfully. “You know I can’t miss your class. I’ll be there at nine to start setting up.”

  “Have fun, you guys.” Rosa watched with an amused expression as their friends ambled away from the group in search of private time.

  “Good,” Bree said, straining to hold in the massive hit she’d just taken. She passed the joint to Enid. “More for us.”

  Rosa turned to Alice with an almost scandalized expression. “Did you know Jamal was into guys?”

  “Sure.” She and Jamal had formed a close friendship after a year’s worth of trading emails, to the point where they’d become wonderfully honest with one another. He was probably her best friend, after Rosa, with Trayvon trailing only slightly behind. She wasn’t sure whether her two favorite men would hit it off for longer than a single night of covert pleasure, but she couldn’t help but feel tickled by the impromptu connection. “He’s into a lot of things.”

  “Just like our girl Rosa.” Bree gave Rosa a playful punch, always ready with a lighthearted jibe. “At least, that’s what they say online.”

  Rosa took a hit from the dwindling joint and very slowly, very deliberately, passed her exhalation to Alice while pulling their bodies flush. When they separated to breathe, she looked into Alice’s eyes and said, “Actually, I’m mostly into Alice these days.”

  “I’ll bet,” Enid chirped in a goofy, slightly slurred voice. “Into her, get it?”

  Bree glanced down at Enid, rolled her eyes with undisguised affection, and waved away the roach Alice tried to offer them. “I think my lady friend has hit her limit.”

  Enid turned to shoot a mock glare at Bree, but ended up stumbling into her embrace instead. “All right, yeah,” she finally agreed, somewhat haughtily, from within the strong circle of Bree’s arms. “I may be a little stoned.”

  Alice dissolved into quiet laughter and chided her. “Lightweight.” Enid’s defeated shrug and Bree’s nod of agreement helped her find the confidence to keep the teasing going. “So much for that slumber-party idea.”

  Rosa snickered. “Oh, I don’t know. Enid looks about ten minutes away from a good, hard slumber to me.”

  Groaning in disappointment, Enid gazed up into Bree’s eyes with a beseeching pout. “But I really wanted to have an orgasm tonight.”

  Bree clicked on her flashlight and waved to Rosa and Alice as she walked away arm in arm with her lover. “If you can stay awake until we get to your bunk, I promise to get you off.”

  “But what if I can’t reciprocate?” Enid yawned.

  “Then you’ll owe me one.” Bree hastened their pace. “Come on. Let’s sing to stay awake.”

  Alice shared a grin with Rosa when their friends broke into song—two different ones, from the sound of it—as they trudged off toward the women’s sleeping cabin. Rosa took Alice’s hand and raised it to her mouth, kissing gently, then smiled against her knuckles. “What about us? Sex or sleep? Your choice.”

  Not for the first time—not even for the hundredth—an exuberant wave of happiness crashed over Alice and carried her away. All the trials she’d faced during the past twelve months—from her mother’s icy reaction to her disclosure of her new relationship, to her father’s embarrassed silence, to the eight hellish weeks early on when Rosa had nearly fallen apart under an onslaught of renewed vitriol following the publication of that essay about her article—seemed almost trivial in light of the constant joy Rosa brought to her life. Bar none, their relationship was the best thing that had ever happened to Alice. It was their one-year anniversary, they were back in the place where they’d first met, and she had a much higher tolerance than Enid, along with a pressing desire to physically reconnect.

  “I’m not tired yet. Want to go back to our cabin?”

  Rosa led her away from the clearing by the hand. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  Unlike their last stay at Camp Rewind, they had relative privacy this time around, albeit not total solitude. Their modest accommodations were located amidst the other counselors’ lodgings, in a small cabin that sat directly behind the cozy abode of Marcia, the head counselor. Even though they had the room to themselves, the screen windows and close proximity to their neighbors meant that camp hadn’t lost any of its thrilling, clandestine appeal. Taking care to walk gingerly, Alice followed Rosa into their cabin and winced when the screen door squeaked upon closing. Rosa turned to her with an apologetic cringe, then whispered “Shh!” for good effect. Alice bit her lip in an effort not to dissolve into noisy giggles.

  Rosa gathered her into a familiar embrace and walked Alice backward to the bed. She whispered into her ear, “You have to be very quiet for me, Al, no matter what happens. No matter what I do.”

  A shiver swept through Alice’s body, triggering a rush of wetness to stain her panties. Her laughter died in her throat. “What are you planning to do?”

  Sharp teeth nipped Alice’s earlobe. “Everything.” Rosa’s breath was fire.

  Alice trembled even harder when the backs of her thighs hit the mattress. She sat down on instinct. “What if I can’t stay quiet?”

  “Then I’ll have to put my hand over your mouth,” Rosa murmured while doing exactly that, a brief demonstration meant to entice. “Or use your panties as a gag. I’ll bet they’re soaking wet, aren’t they?”

  Alice nodded. No point in lying or playing coy. “I’ll try to be good.”

  Rosa yanked Alice’s T-shirt off over her head, then pressed on her shoulders until Alice lay flat on her back. “You’re always good, baby. You know that.” She planted her knee between Alice’s thighs and unbuttoned, then unzipped her jeans, shoving herself firmly against the steamy juncture of the parted legs before she peeled the denim away from Alice’s heated flesh. She sat back after she’d stripped Alice to her bra and panties, and stared down with dark, glittering eyes that made Alice squirm in anticipation. After a moment, Rosa yanked on the cups of Alice’s bra so her breasts spilled out over the top, then kissed Alice’s stomach reverently as she knelt on the floor between her legs. “Go on, sweetheart. Pull your panties out of the way so I can taste.”

  Alice was positive Rosa could see the large wet spot on her panties even in the near darkness and flushed at t
he thought. Even if she couldn’t see it, Rosa surely smelled her arousal. Turned on by the idea of Rosa’s eyes on her, especially when they could be heard by anyone passing by, Alice gathered the sodden material in her hand and yanked it to the side. She startled when, seconds later, a click announced the sudden appearance of a small, bright beam of light that Rosa had aimed directly at her exposed pussy. As Alice watched in shock, Rosa bent, pink tongue spotlighted against the darkness, to give her shiny, swollen labia a drawn-out lick. Alice gasped loudly, then clapped her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound.

  “As much as I adore making love to you in the dark,” Rosa murmured, “what I like even better is being able to watch your pretty, wet pussy react to my touch.” Aiming the flashlight deftly, she ran her tongue up Alice’s labia, over and over, spreading her juices around until a shiny trail connected her top lip to the turgid clit. Rosa moaned, low and needy, then whispered, “And making you watch.” She lowered her face and laved the swollen clit languidly, putting on a show clearly intended for Alice’s benefit. After some time, as Alice’s chest heaved with increasingly ferocious desire, Rosa pulled away completely. Before Alice could protest, the beam of light shifted to reveal Rosa positioned near her entrance, two fingers at the ready. “Look while I put my fingers inside you.”

  Alice’s thighs wobbled when Rosa brought her hand between them, rubbing her opening for only a second before angling her wrist to slide the two fingers deep inside. Alice fell back against the mattress and slapped both of her hands over her mouth, trying not to scream in pleasure or yell out her praise for Rosa’s sexual ingenuity. The light moved away from Rosa’s busy hand for a moment, then returned after she’d stuffed a pillow they’d brought from their newly rented, shared apartment beneath Alice’s hips. The minor adjustment allowed Alice to very clearly see Rosa’s fingers as they fucked her in the slow, driving rhythm she liked best.

  After a minute or so, Rosa paused to offer her the handle of the flashlight. “Take this. Keep it pointed on my face until I make you come.” She shone the light up from beneath her chin as though prepared to tell a spooky tale around the campfire, until Alice gathered the presence of mind to snatch it away. Once she was in the spotlight, Rosa wrapped her newly freed hand around Alice’s thigh and lowered her mouth to lap suggestively at the swollen clit. “Remember, be very quiet. We don’t want anyone else to know what you’re letting me do to you.”

  Alice held the flashlight on Rosa’s face with a shaking hand, biting her other wrist to keep from crying out. Rosa was so incredibly beautiful, quite literally the girl of her dreams, and the sight of her enthusiastically delivering pleasure would never get old. As though reading her mind, Rosa shot her a saucy wink and buried her face in Alice’s wetness, fingers pumping harder while her thumb slid down to glide over Alice’s slick anus. Determined to stay silent, Alice moved the hand not occupied with the flashlight down to further expose her clit to the rapidly fluttering tongue that batted against it, then caught the back of Rosa’s head so she could more easily roll her hips against her talented mouth. She kept the beam of light trained on Rosa the entire time, transfixed by the lewd imagery as well as the reality that she was fucking Rosa Salazar’s beautiful face, one year later, in the place where the two of them first became us.

  Alice threw back her head and came with a muffled groan, not entirely silent, but probably not loud enough to draw an investigation from Marcia, either. She twined her hand in Rosa’s long, dark locks until she’d finished twitching against her tongue and around her fingers, only letting go when she sensed that Rosa needed the fresh air. Rosa crawled up to lie beside her and folded Alice into an intimate embrace that made both of them sigh in unison.

  Needing a moment to recover from her staggering climax, Alice kissed lips tinged with her own flavor and patted the center of Rosa’s chest. “How is it that the sex only gets better and better?”

  Rosa tickled the base of her spine, drawing lazy patterns with her blunt fingernails. “Well, you know what they say about practice.”

  Alice grinned and took Rosa’s nipple between her teeth, then bit down. Rosa’s swift inhalation hinted at the intensity of her body’s reaction to the simple touch. “It’s fun?”

  “In this case, very fun.” Rosa stroked her hair as Alice suckled her nipple. “I love you, Alice.”

  Alice lifted her head and found Rosa’s gaze in the dark. “I love you, too.”

  “Thanks for sticking with me this year.” Rosa reached for her hand and laced their fingers together. “I know it hasn’t always been easy.”

  Alice chuckled. “For you, either. That horrible lunch with my mother would have driven a lesser woman away.”

  “Nah,” Rosa said. “I’ve dealt with far worse than your mom. At least she didn’t threaten to gut me and leave me for dead.”

  “Not out loud, at least.” Alice laughed along with Rosa, even though they knew she was only half-joking. As much as Alice had endured in order to be with Rosa, she wasn’t the only one who’d made sacrifices. Rosa’s willingness to put up with Alice’s continued attempts to maintain a civil relationship with her parents all but confirmed that theirs was true love. Keenly aware of the many ways Rosa had improved her life, Alice brightened when the most exciting idea about how to celebrate their anniversary occurred to her. She slid her free hand between Rosa’s legs and teasingly stroked her labia as she launched into the pitch. “So…what do you think about borrowing a paddleboat tomorrow night during the bonfire? We could go back and find that boathouse—”

  “Seriously?” Rosa squirmed beneath the fingers currently painting wet circles around her swollen clit. “We’ll get caught. Again.”

  “Not if we don’t fall asleep this time.”

  Rosa’s breathing picked up when Alice moved down to penetrate her using three slim fingers, then stretch her open in a way she knew would make Rosa even wetter. “But what about the snake?”

  “That snake is long gone, honey. It was a year ago. I’m sure he’s moved on. You should, too.”

  Rosa’s eyes slipped shut. She set her jaw and rode Alice’s fingers with an expression of deep concentration. “We barely lived down our first attempt at grand theft paddleboat…and it’s not like we don’t have a private room this time…”

  Alice propped herself up on her elbow, driving harder into Rosa while using her thumb to stroke the sensitive clit her hand naturally bumped against. “It’ll be a fun way to celebrate teaching my first class, not to mention our one-year anniversary. Don’t you think?” When Rosa didn’t answer immediately, too caught up in the pleasure of her fingers, Alice said, hopefully, “You know, I’m kind of like a camp employee this time around. I’m probably allowed to use a boat, even at night. I’m sure it’d be fine.”

  Rosa tipped her head back and her mouth fell open, but no sound emerged. She gripped Alice’s hand tighter, as though the anchor she was providing might prevent Rosa from being swept away. Shuddering, Rosa whispered, “Does that mean you’ll run the idea past Marcia?”

  With a resigned sigh, Alice gave up on the admittedly risky plan. “Never mind. You’re right. Not a smart idea.”

  Rosa rippled in pleasure, then again in surrender. She groaned, spread her legs wider, and lifted her hips to meet Alice’s increasingly demanding thrusts. “All right,” she gasped, a little more loudly than Alice had expected. Her next words came out a decibel lower. “We’ll borrow a boat.”

  Overcome with guilt brought on by the realization that she had once again talked Rosa into a foolish plan that could easily come back to bite them both in the ass, Alice shook her head without slowing the rhythm of her hand. “No, I’m sure you’re probably—”

  “Alice!” Rosa whimpered, half moan, half plea. “We’re stealing the boat. Why not, right? Camp Rewind is all about taking risks.” She contracted around Alice’s fingers, further wetting her hand, and quickened the motion of her urgent hips. Though Alice could feel that she was on the edge of orgasm, Rosa still managed to
bite out, “The last one I took here paid off a thousandfold. I’m…willing…to take…another…oh, fuck, I’m gonna come.”

  Alice closed her eyes and buried her face in Rosa’s neck, holding on tight for the ride.

  Like always, with Rosa, it was one well worth taking.

  About the Author

  Meghan O’Brien is the author of multiple lesbian romance and erotic novels, including Infinite Loop, The Three, Thirteen Hours, Battle Scars, Wild, The Night Off, The Muse, and the novella Delayed Gratification: The Honeymoon, all from Bold Strokes Books. She is also the author of a veritable cornucopia of dirty stories, published both online and in various print anthologies. She lives in Northern California with her wife Angie, their son, and a house full of animal companions.

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  Books Available From Bold Strokes Books

  Camp Rewind by Meghan O’Brien. A summer camp for grown-ups becomes the site of an unlikely romance between a shy, introverted divorcee and one of the Internet’s most infamous cultural critics—who attends undercover. (978-1-62639-793-4)

  Cross Purposes by Gina L. Dartt. In pursuit of a lost Acadian treasure, three women must work out not only the clues, but also the complicated tangle of emotion and attraction developing between them. (978-1-62639-713-2)

  Imperfect Truth by C.A. Popovich. Can an imperfect truth stand in the way of love? (978-1-62639-787-3)

  Life in Death by M. Ullrich. Sometimes the devastating end is your only chance for a new beginning. (978-1-62639-773-6)

  Love on Liberty by MJ Williamz. Hearts collide when politics clash. (978-1-62639-639-5)

  Serious Potential by Maggie Cummings. Pro golfer Tracy Allen plans to forget her ex during a visit to Bay West, a lesbian condo community in NYC, but when she meets Dr. Jennifer Betsy, she gets more than she bargained for. (978-1-62639-633-3)