Cucked the Camp Director

The 4th was busy like every other day, except Amanda wasn’t riding my ass. There was just a lot to do.

Cass and I knocked it out. We felt accomplished by the cookout. There was grilled corn-on-the-cob. Cass sucked on it, “You know you want it.”

I punched her arm, “Bro, it’s not happening. You don’t want me to eat you out.”

“I never said that. You can eat this kitty anytime you want.” She spread her legs.

We laughed at the table.

Amanda stepped up behind me. It silenced us. “Can I talk to you?”

I got up and followed her outside. I didn’t know what to expect.

She seemed to have the force the words out. “I’m sorry. It’s not your fault. You’re just a kid. I shouldn’t have taken it so personally.”

I was too afraid to ask what she had taken personally, or point out that it was insulting to call me just a kid.

She reached out her hand to shake. So professional. I took it in mine. One pump.

I risked it and asked, “Want to watch the fireworks together?”

“Sure.” She turned and walked away.

Cass asked, “What did that bitch want?”

I shrugged, “She apologized for being a bitch.”

Cass laughed, “Yeah right.”

The fireworks shot off from the dock.

Amanda and I leaned with our backs against a cabin and watched. Not saying anything. Just being around each other was enough for now.

She uncrossed her arms. Her hand reach down and held mine. It almost made me cry watching the explosions of colors in the sky.

She didn’t let go until after the grand finale. She turned to me. Our ears still ringing from the booms. “I really am sorry. It’s my fault. I care for you and your decisions make me worried.”

I didn’t talk about my decisions. I took a huge risk. I slipped my arm behind her lower back. Pulled her close. Our faces almost touching.

“There’s only one person I want to be with at camp, but she’s too out-of-my league and wants nothing to do with me. She needs to forget about my age. Realize we’re both outsiders. That we belong together.”

She didn’t back down. She listened. Looking into my eyes. My lips inches from hers. She licked hers before responding. “Keep your dick dry for a week, then ask me out.”

Her body pressed against mine. I could feel her heart beat through her soft chest. I warned, “I might get a little too aggressive if I go a week without sex.”

She flashing her melting smile, “Just use your hand and think of my underwear drawer.”

She slipped out of my arms. Made sure I watched her ass as I walked away.

I couldn’t believe it. One week and I had a chance with her. Her perfect body. Her emotional connection. Everything I wanted.

One week would be easy.

I reported to Deb’s house smiling.

The petite woman opened her bedroom door in skimpy lingerie. Her husband, Sal, sat in a chair facing the bed, his dick already in hand.

Fuck. I was already about to break my promise to Amanda.