[Link to part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ilfo0p/this_one_time_at_church_camp_pt_1_fm/)
[Link to part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/imnl6i/this_on_time_at_church_camp_pt_3_final_fm/)
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Ok, now I’m losing my shit. A seemingly endless mixture of lust, guilt, doubt, and fear is playing pin ball in my inside my head. The rest of the evening, these array of emotions are each doing their best to triumph over the other. And fear is fucking winning.
**Lust:**
“There’s no way anyone else saw that right?? Meg only grabbed her tit for like half a second… then she squeezed it… her nails dug into that sweater. I bet her nipple was right in her palm. Fuck. Guys, she wants us to fuck her.”
**Guilt:**
“Are you fucking kidding me?? Of course, someone saw that. God saw that. You dumb fucking cow. You’re like, for surrrrrrre going to lose your salvation for this one, pal. This was the last fucking straw.”
**Doubt:**
“No, no no no way. Nobody saw it. There was nothing to even see though… right? Like she was not doing anything. Meg was simply adjusting her hair. Then her sweater…..Then her breast. But highly fucking unlikely that was for you. She literally just has boobs. Imagine how much you would touch your own, Mr. *I need to adjust my balls and my very average size penis every 45 seconds* “
**Fear:**
“Jeezus, would you shut the fuck up? For real, someone had to have seen that. There’s like 4 other mafia members. And everyone knows MC1 cheats. Fuck man, she for sure was seen teasing you. And you for sure got caught staring. Fucking idiot. It’s been nice, but literally, no one will like us anymore. Hope it was worth it dick brain.”
**SNAP**
“Hey! Jamesfuckingbuck! You good?”
An MC2 with his all-over-print zip-up hoodie was calling out to me. The whole fucking ring of people was staring at me. Thank god for my incredibly average dick that was likely not that noticeable, despite its best efforts to escape my board shorts.
“Uh yeah… I—“
“Bro, you’re supposed to ‘wake us up’ now.” Snaps Hot-boy in his most condescending of tones.
“Right,” I stammer. “Ok, so…”
The rest of the game was hard. To say the least. I only caught Meg’s eye one more time and she genuinely looked terrified. Fast forward and the game is wrapping up. Some of the poor idiots who even now, likely have zero social interaction outside these kinds of events, insisted on another game. I, being the absolute sucker that I am, decided to stay up and join them for whatever juvenile activity they selected. To my confused mixture of relief and disappointment, Meg retired along with many of the cool kids and all the remaining “staff” folk.
We stayed up for another hour or two, doing fuck-all of anything besides talking about dumb shit that church kids talk about. IDK, suppressing emotions, the dangers of the world, how good chic-fil-a is. Shit like that. But eventually, I stood awkwardly and did a half-stretch/half-yawn, both of which were forced.
“Welp. I think I’m gonna call it a night.”
FC1 was visibly disappointed. “Oh ok, goodnight Jamesfuckingbuck.”
I pulled up my hood as the air was much colder away from the fire and walked across the loop of the campsite to my tent area. Just a bit beyond the loop was the block-wall shower and bathroom building. It was dark AF, even with more visible stars outside the suburbs. I pulled my phone from my pocket, intending to use the back-lit screen as a flashlight. But when I clicked it on, there were two text notifications. I opened up the text folder (yes, this is a flip phone story).
FC1:
“I had a great time hanging out with you tonight! It’s such a joy and blessing that—“
Idk what the rest said, I annoyedly clicked “delete” almost as soon as I began reading.
Uknown Number:
“Hey, it’s Meg—“
My heart stopped and so did my feet. My stomach dropped and my dick twinged.
“— I’m really sorry about earlier. Maybe we can talk tomorrow. That was wrong.”
It may have been a disappointing text, but you’d never know by the grin across my face. Nor the butterflies in my stomach. I read it once through again and resumed walking towards the bathroom building. I stared down at my phone like an idiot. Typing, deleting, then typing again.
“Hey, it’s totally fine—
Nope.
“Hi. Yes, I think we need to t—
No. Fuck.
“Hola! Glad you have my num—“
Nope. Nope. Nope. Fuck!
I shoved my Motorola back in my pocket with frustration. I decided to pee first, think later. I go in, take a leak, stare at my wonky reflection in the dark stainless steel “mirror” and splash some water on my face. It’s frigid. As I stepped out of the building, I blinked rapidly, dragging my hands down my face and letting out a long sigh. I bump right into someone.
“Ouch! Fuck!”
I’m most surprised at the foul language. But then I see, It’s Meg. She’s right in front of me. Just a few inches away in fact. She claps a hand to her forehead, just where my chin struck her. Her sleeve is pulled over her hand and her hood is pulled up like mine. I’m all kinds of confused, embarrassed, even panicked. But the first thing I notice is that she had changed. She was wearing a big oversized hoodie. It hung past her hips and over her butt. Just an inch or so of plaid pajama shorts could be seen beneath it. Then silky smooth legs reflecting a bit of moonlight.
“Shit, are you—“
“Yeah, sorry,” she quickly whispers.
“I uh—
“Look, Jamesfuckingbuck, we need to talk to talk.”
“Yeah. We do.”
“I never meant to…. Well, I did. I just—“
I could see the tears well up in her eyes. Her lower lip quivered the slightest bit. She looked so beautiful and sad.
“Hey! It’s ok!” I tried to whisper in my most optimistic tone.
She just cried more. She began to cry for real, to sob. She placed both her sleeved hands over her face.
I tried to say something but the words kept catching in my throat. I thought I understood. The overwhelming sense of guilt I had been feeling too. The fear, driving me mad. Finally, the lust and excitement were fully subsiding. My emotions began crashing down with hers. I felt the weight of what we both thought was sin.
I reached out a hand and tightly gripped her shoulder. She inched nearer. I took it as a positive reaction. I reached up and grabbed the other shoulder. She leaned into me. We hugged for a few mins. The hugging helped. Oxytocin flooded my brain and the whole thing felt alright. I was suddenly aware of my now erect dick, pressing against the bottom of her stomach. In hindsight, of course, she noticed too. But I was telling myself to play it cool. He looked up at me and the sudden closeness of our faces made me uncomfortable. I took a half step back. Terrible idea, Now my dick was isolated, still pressing against her. I dropped my arms from her shoulders and took another step back. There’s no way to be sure, but my face must have gone blood red.
Meg started, “So… I don’t even know.” She heaved a heavy sigh. Like she had convinced herself to finally confess. Her eyes flicked from mine to the wall behind me, down to her feet, and back as she spoke. But her voice was clear and direct. Like she had been waiting to say this.
“All day and night, Hot-boy has been all over me. He never even talks to me and now he decides I’m hot enough to hang out with him…. Look, ever since I started coming around, I left all of that stuff behind. I’ve hardly talked to any boys in so long. It just felt good flirting again, even with him.”
Her confidence began to waver a bit and she looked more uncomfortable. But she went on.
“I haven’t touched a guy… or been touched in forever. And then I saw you, staring at me—“
I broke in, desperate to get the apology off my tongue, “I’m so sorry Meg, that was innapro—“
“No, it’s ok. It felt so good to be looked at,” She started to tear up again. She wiped her eyes.
“And that’s what’s so hard, it doesn’t feel wrong.” She allowed a little sad laugh, “It feels really good.”
*** this is it, folks ***
Something about her laugh, about her honesty, was working on me. The whole series of events was now racing through my mind, along with all my other church doubts. Like I said before, the disenchantment had begun. Now, this confident, sweet, sexy woman was right in front of me, crying because of all the shame and guilt she felt over something, we both knew felt fucking good. I was emboldened.
“Yeah, it does feel really good,” I smiled.
“You have always been so nice and never made me feel bad about myself,” she smiled back. “To see you staring at my tits, it just confirmed that I thought you were actually a normal person,” she laughed. But she was escalating things.
I was losing my nerve, I began back peddling, “I just—“
“No, no. It’s ok.” She caught me. “They’re big.” She grinned, the same way she had when she caught me before.
The sudden tease turned me right back on. “Well, the lack of bra wasn’t helping,” I jabbed back.
“You noticed?” She laughed. And she kinda looked impressed. “Well, I’m not sure if you know this, but they are a tad bit uncomfortable. I’m sorry for *distracting* you.” She mocked me with those last words.
“Sorry, that’s not what I mea—“
“I know,” She smiled and took a step back forward. “But I never wear one if I can help it.”
She tugged at the collar of her hoodie. Then she did it again. A little lift and squeeze. This one was longer. This one was more indulgent. She pressed her body right against mine. I could feel her tits squeeze together on my torso. She looked right up into my eyes.
I leaned down and kissed her. Slow at first but quickly letting the lust take over. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders. Not so sexily rubbing her back. Our lips broke apart and started again. She reached up, tugging down on my elbow until she pulled one of my hands into hers. Then she slowly dragged it back up and onto her tit, over her hoodie.
I was so taken aback, I opened my eyes. But just then, her lips spread open and her tongue flicked out onto my lips. I eagerly responded. My mouth opened too and our tongues were now taking turns exploring one another. This was new to me. I was fucking heated. Good lord, I was hard now. Really hard. And something was waking up in me that made me bold. I massaged her tit through her sweater. She began moaning in my mouth. My other hand traced down her spine, pulling her even closer to me. I purposely pushed my dick against her now. My hand shot up the back of her sweater, and onto her smooth warm skin.
Her hands were on my waist. Squeezing every time I did something new, something she liked. I felt her nails bite when I caressed the small of her back. I pushed my hand lower, right past her rolled elastic waist meant. My fingertips were on her ass. She actually stopped kissing me for a sec and sighed against my neck.
“Ohhhhh,” the breath escaped her lips.
She liked that and I knew it. I pressed forward. My palm stretched around her butt. I squeezed it as hard as I could. Fuck it felt so good. It was like grabbing onto lust itself. It was like my hand was made to hold it. Meg began kissing my neck. She was dragging her tongue over it, sucking on it. My other hand was still firmly wrapped around her tit, over her hoodie, but I was feeling more confident than ever. I found her nipple through the fabric. It was stiff and small. I pinched. Hard.
“Ahh!” She began to cry but quickly muffled her voice into my collarbone. Her teeth found my skin. I was ravenous.
I pulled my hand out from her shorts and place both on the hem of her hoodie. I started to yank it up but she forced it back down.
“No, no, I’m sorry. Not yet.” She stammered. The sudden denial stopped me in my tracks. She looked up at me. “Soon, I promise.” She reached up to kiss me. Her other hand grabbed my hard cock through my board shorts. I felt her palm press against the tip, warm and wet with pre-cum. She gave it a tight squeeze. Then Meg stopped kissing me, turned around, and power walked away from me.
I stood frozen like a fucking statue. Holy shit. I had never been so fucking turned on or disappointed in my entire life. No girl had let me play with her nipple. No one had even grabbed my cock. My stomach was turning in knots. After what felt like an eternity, staring at the darkness Meg had disappeared into, I turned around myself. I marched right back into that campground bathroom and masturbated furiously. It took all of 30 seconds until I was cumming more than I ever had in my life. I just kept stroking my dick, more and more blazing cum poured out. It was thick and hung down from the tip when it was finally over. But my poor dick was still ready for action. I continued jacking off for a full minute or two and it never got the memo. It stayed mostly hard, all the way until I was fast asleep in my tent.
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