Fucking my fellow camp counselor in the storage shed before work [MF]

First time posting, let me know what you think! Backstory took longer than I expected, so I gave you perverts a little ********** thing where the fun part starts

The summer after I graduated high school was the best three months of my life. After putting in four years in the classroom and on the football and baseball teams, I was ready for a little relaxation before leaving home and starting the rest of my life. I had my college plans squared away, I’d finally gotten a fake ID so I could buy all the shitty beer I wanted, and I had an easy job that I thoroughly enjoyed: sports counselor at the summer camp on the lake in my hometown.

All the other camp counselors were in the same—graduated high school or were already in college, and we’d all worked together for at least a year or two before. Naturally, this led to the typical summer camp shenanigans, the type of stuff you’d see in Wet, Hot American Summer (except without the cabins and bunks, it wasn’t a sleepaway camp).

As happens when you put a bunch of dumb 18-year-olds together, at one of our regular Tuesday night counselor parties, a fellow counselor and I—let’s call her Melissa—started to get close. We took shots of whatever garbage vodka I’d bought, played pong together, and sat excruciatingly close to each other on the couch, before finishing the night off drunkenly laying down on the driveway and stargazing outside our coworkers’ dad’s shitty condo.

Let me back up for a second, I’d been into Melissa for at least two years at this point, but the timing had just never lined up right—both of us had been in and out of dumb relationships throughout high school. But man, was she sexy. About 5’6, brunette, and athletic (she ended up playing lacrosse in college) with a sassy personality, she had an ass to die for: perfectly toned and just the right size. Every once in a while, the campers would cajole her into going into the water during their free swim period and I’d steal a few glances from behind my $10 CVS sunglasses at her toned abs and small, perky titss. To be honest, at this point I’d been waiting for months for her to get over her loser ex-boyfriend.

Anyway, that night I found myself lying on the grass next to her, staring halfheartedly through the hot summer air at the light-polluted stars of suburban New England, her white tank top and short, faded jean shorts really emphasizing the tan she’d honed while spending the past two months outside. After about five minutes of bullshit conversation and doing our best to scoot ourselves closer to each other, so that finally our bare arms were touching, I said, “Fuck it.” I looked right into her eyes and leaned in. I’ll tell ya, cheap vodka and the slightest trace of mediocre weed never tasted sweeter.

But she pulled away after a few seconds. “I’m sorry, I’m really drunk,” she said, maintaining eye contact and putting her hand on the side of my face. “I know that drunk Melissa likes you, and I’m pretty sure that sober Melissa really likes you, but I want to do this when we’re sober.”

Knowing she’d recently gotten out of a relationship (with a real scumbag, I might add), and not wanting to ruin our work relationship, I smiled, looked deep into her piercing green eyes. “Ok, I understand.” One of our friends drove us home—being the gentleman I am, I made sure to give a belly rub to the chocolate lab she was dog sitting before I got my ride home—and I pecked her on the cheek and told her I’d see her at work tomorrow.

I couldn’t sleep when I got home. All I could think about was that five second kiss we’d shared. I typed out and deleted at least ten separate texts to her—some trying to get her to send nudes, some thanking her for “a magical night” (cut me a break I was 18 and horny)—before finally falling asleep with my phone in my hand.

I hadn’t been to college yet, so a hangover was not even on my radar when I woke up the next morning. It was a beautiful summer day: the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and my morning wood poking a hole in my boxers. I showered, threw on cargo shorts and a camp t-shirt, and packed my lunch, all the while going through my hazy memories of the party shenanigans from the night before. But as I walked out the door, that kiss with Melissa hit me like a ton of bricks, coming back to me all at once—her beautiful green eyes, her smooth, tan skin, her perfect lips. My stomach dropped as I turned the keys to start my car; what was I gonna say to her? Did everyone else at work know? I drove off half-erect and half-terrified.

She was already there when I pulled in. Somehow, she looked even better in gym shorts, a t-shirt, and a ponytail than she did the knight before. As I walked towards the group, gathered around a picnic table for our morning staff meeting, I didn’t take my eyes off her. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to regret the night before. She stared right at me, smirked, and bit her bottom lip. It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Then I walked right into the curb at the edge of the parking lot.

After catching myself from falling, I looked up at her to see her, clearly laughing her ass off but trying to be respectful or our supervisor going over the day’s schedule. I sat down across from her and tried to act normal, but she wouldn’t take her eyes off me, just looking right at me with the cutest little half-smile on her face. I felt my little friend coming up to around half-mast, which wasn’t ideal considering the kids were gonna start arriving in 20 minutes.

Finally, our meeting was over, and Melissa couldn’t torture me anymore. Nonchalantly holding my backpack in front of my crotch, I stood up from the table and started walking toward the equipment shed to take out cones or dodgeballs or whatever the fuck we were playing with the campers that day. After a few steps, I went to take one last peak at Melissa over my shoulder, hoping to see her gorgeous ass and toned, tanned legs walking away from me, but instead I saw her following about ten steps behind me, that same sexy smirk on her face. While my horny teenage mind was definitely getting ahead of itself, I tried to control myself. ‘She’s probably just grabbing a first aid kit or something,’ I thought as I took out my keys and unlocked the door to the shed.

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As soon as I walked in, I heard the door shut and the lock click behind me. With the door closed, I couldn’t see anything, but I could just make out Melissa’s faint breathing. I dropped what I was holding and took two steps closer, reaching out and pulling her toward me by the waist as I felt her place one hand on my left bicep (I was still in high school athlete shape) and the other on my right shoulder. Our lips found each other in the darkness, but it wasn’t the soft, romantic kiss of the night before. Her tongue explored the inside of my mouth while I grabbed a handful of her perfect ass. She took a step into me, pressing her thighs up against my now-stiff cock.

“Someone’s excited,” she said to me with a half-smile as she unzipped my shorts and started to stroke me. I’m usually not into the handjob stage of any hookup, but the way she incorporated a little twist into her jerking motion was unbelievable—I honestly thought I might cum before my boxers were even off. I moved my hand between her legs and slowly traced her pussy over her shorts with two fingers. They were wet in seconds. “Looks like I’m not the only one,” I told her as I grabbed the hem of her shorts and pulled them down to her ankles, exposing a pair of hot-pink panties. “I’ve been this wet since last night,” she said, biting her lip and yanking pulling my throbbing cock out of my boxers.

I fumbled through the dark to find the shed’s small sink, walking her over and placing her hands on it. She bent over, wiggling her tan, round ass in the air and peeling off the panties. I got down on my knees behind her and ran my tongue gently over the insides of her thighs before tracing around the edge of her pussy. My tongue lapped softly over her clit while I slowly slid two fingers into her. Her head rolled back, and she let out the sexiest little moan.

Hearing that moan, I paused, my fingers halfway into her slit, as I remembered that we were in a shed at a summer camp, and could very easily be fired and much worse. I think she had the same thought: “We don’t have much time, just fuck me already,” she said, slightly out of breath, as she arched her back and stuck her ass out.

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I knew from a conversation the night before that she was on the pill, so I slowly guided my (average-sized, sorry to disappoint) cock into her, gradually pushing until I felt her take my entire length. I held onto her waist and started to thrust. Her breath quickened as I rapidly picked up speed, and once she started throwing her ass back into me in a rhythm, I put my hand over her mouth to muffle the sound of her moans while I tried to stay quiet myself.

I’d like to say that I knew our co-workers would start asking questions shortly and the campers were beginning to show up for the day, but realistically, I was just young and inexperienced. After what felt like years, but what was probably best measured in seconds, of frantic, hungry fucking, maintaining a frantic rhythm punctuated by our shallow breaths, I felt like I was about to explode. “Just come inside me, we don’t have time to clean it up,” she whispered over her shoulder. That put me over the edge. I pulled her hips into me and pushed as far inside of her as I could, emptying months of pent-up desire into her as I leaned forward and kissed up her neck.

We stayed like that for a moment before I stepped back and we put on our shorts. She stepped toward me and grabbed my shirt to pull me in for a long, soft kiss. When our lips parted, she looked up at me with that same smirk and twinkle in her eye as before. “We probably shouldn’t walk out of the shed at the same time. I’ll see you at lunch.”

“And maybe tonight?” I asked confidently, raising one eyebrow.

“If you play your cards right.” She leaned over slowly and picked up a dodgeball before opening the door, letting in the bright summer sun. I grabbed my backpack and followed thirty seconds later, stealing another glance at her round, tight ass and reveling in the knowledge that it was mine for the taking, at least for now. I swear I saw the smallest drop of cum trickling down her perfectly tan thigh and glowing in the sunlight as the first minivan pulled into the parking lot to drop off our campers for the day.

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