It's probably Duni

"Probably Duni," you tell Beth. "She had a towel on in the shower."

"I saw that. Let's find out if it's true."

"How?"

"Find her and ask her? I don't fucking know, let's go see where she is." Beth gets up.

"Dinner's soon," you remind her.

She stops by the door. "I guess I do owe you a dinner for that." She's blushing. "Best wank I've had in a while."

"Yeah," you say, embarrassed.

You go outside. It's still hot, and the camp is still noisy as hell. The whistles are what make it really loud.

Michelle is over by your cabin, but she spots you and comes right over.

"Where the hell you been?" she wants to know.

You don't know what to say, but Beth jumps in to rescue you.

"Sorry. She had to help me."

"What?" Michelle looks alarmed.

"I thought I turned me ankle," Beth says and points at her foot. "I'm all right, though. She helped me out, um..." She stares at me.

"Riley," you say. "I'm Riley Jameson."

"Right. Beth Rice. Charmed."

"Yeah."

You shake hands. It's the same hand she was using on her clit. Just thinking about it makes your cock stir.

Not here, though. You can't get hard here.

"Where am I supposed to be?"

"There's still time for you to go to the spa before we eat." Michelle looks annoyed. "Go on. Both of you."

At least you aren't in trouble. You and Beth start off, leaving Michelle behind.

"Massages," Beth sneers. "Who's got time for that? I'm fucking relaxed. Aren't you?"

You aren't, but you have to go to the spa now. You missed your appointments for the masseuse, but there are still sweet massage chairs and coffee and stuff. Soon you're side by side in vibrating armchairs, sipping lattes.

"Turning into the best afternoon of my life," Beth remarks, wiggling in her chair.

You're just glad to get in and out of the spa without anyone else learning your secret.

"Have to update me Twitter. Jilling with hung American bird at camp," she says. "Hashtag best life or some shit."

"Would you lower your voice?"

"Sorry, love."

You sit with Beth at dinner, watching everyone else in the dining hall. Michelle is happy to mingle with other coaches. The little French girl looks disappointed when she sees you with Beth, but no one else seems to care. You aren't as much of a celebrity as you thought you were.

Adella is a celebrity, though. She is surrounded by girls.

Duni is a couple tables away with Ingrid. It doesn't look like they're talking. Ingrid is eating gracefully, and Duni eats a bit faster.

"Look at the tits on her," Beth whispers in your ear. "Bet she's the one who gets you hard. The Swedish seductress."

You nod because it's the truth. She's so beautiful.

Duni finishes eating and gets up.

"Where the fuck's she going?" Beth asks.

You both turn and look out the window as she leaves the dining hall and starts off jogging.

"Really?" you ask.

"She's a nutter," Beth agrees.

"Who goes running right after eating all that? I guess she is Kenyan. Aren't they like the fastest runners in the world?"

"She isn't fucking Kenyan, she's from fucking Essex," Beth says.

"I think she really is from Kenya."

"She plays for fucking Essex."

"Fine."

The two of you leave the dining hall. You can see Duni running in the distance, following the footpath that runs around the camp. Beth leads you to a bench, and you sit to watch her.

Duni really is doing laps. Even after all the running everyone did today, she's still going. It's getting dark.

"Who the fuck would do this to themselves?" Beth murmurs. She is appalled by what she sees.

"Maybe someone with a lot of extra tension to burn off," I suggest.

"We're right. It's her." Beth laughs in triumph. "We fucking got her."

"Yeah."

"So here's what we do," she says quietly as some other girls go past. "It's gross as fuck out here, so when she's done she has to shower, yeah? So we'll fucking peep at her. It's fucking summer camp. Peeping's what you do at summer camp. I seen fucking anime."

It's a good plan.

"Bathrooms have got that little window. It's perfect." Beth looks smug.

The sun goes down, but Duni doesn't stop running until it's totally dark and she's just going in the light of the lamps that go along with the path. She finally slows and stops, leaning over to get her breath. She's done like five miles, and she's sweating. So are you, just from sitting out here.

You two get up, ready to follow her back to her cabin, but she doesn't go to her cabin. She's heading down toward the field.

Duni makes her way to one of the locker rooms, the same one you used earlier in the day.

You hang back, then follow her in, pretending to go to the sinks as she disappears into the locker room. There are lots of voices, so more girls are here from the last round of scrimmages. It sounds like they're already in the showers.

You and Beth peek, but Duni's already drawing a towel around herself, and she has her back to you anyway.

"Shite," Beth mutters as Duni goes into the shower. "Can't fucking go yank her towel in front of all those people. Do we just wait for her to change?"

"She'll put her back to us. She's a pro," you say.

"Shite!"

"What about that locker? From there you can see her front when she comes back in to get dressed."

Beth looks impressed. "That's a good idea." You decide not to tell her you've been in one of these lockers before.

The trouble is that people are coming and going; girls don't stop coming in here because the sun's down. Right now the locker room is empty, but those girls are going to come out of the shower, and anyone else can walk in from the bathroom.

You look around quickly. It has to be now.

You pull Beth into the locker and shut the door. You realize your mistake, but it's too late to change it, because girls are coming out of the shower.

The locker is big enough for one, but not for two. You and Beth are crammed in uncomfortably, and a lot of shifting is needed. You try, but there are girls out there just inches away, so you have to be quiet about it. That means being slow, but Beth's body is pressed against yours, and the friction is incredible. She's hot and sweaty, and the sexiest thing you have ever touched.

There are naked girls out there, but you can't see them because Beth is in front of you. You can't think about them because all you can think about is Beth's ass. It's pressed against your cock, which is growing fast as it's squeezed between her butt and your stomach.

She can feel it too.

"Fucking hell," she whispers.

"Shhh."

You both try to stay still. After a second you can smell her pussy; she's getting hot. Literally hot. Her arms are kind of folded over her chest, but your right arm is around her right side, and down near her groin. You can feel the heat from it through her thin shorts.

You are painfully aroused, but you stay still. Getting caught here is suicide. She's so firm, though. And warm.

Beth isn't still. She moves her ass, rubbing your erection.

She's turned on, and pissed off because she can't reach her pussy with her hands because of the way you're crammed in there. You touch her inner thigh, and feel the juices running down it. Your left hand is near her head. Slowly, gently, you touch her cheek, then her lips.

She nods her head and bites your hand. You touch her between her legs with the fingers of your right hand, and she immediately goes totally stiff. As you rub, she starts to try to gyrate her hips with the motion of your fingers.

Tingles and pressure spread from your groin as her butt grinds into you.

You can't move your hand enough to get it inside her shorts, so you clumsily rub through them. It's working.

Her teeth on your hand are getting painful, and you are breathing hoarsely on the back of her neck. You press your face against her hair and suppress a groan, pushing your hips against her.

Beth's petite body writhes in the cramped space. Your fingers are damp with her juices, which have soaked through her shorts.

"Mmm," she says, and there are tears on her cheeks.

You desperately hump against her. Your cock has pushed up out of your shorts and panties and lies flat against your stomach inside your t-shirt.

Her hot, wet thighs squeeze your hand hard enough to hurt and you erupt, pulling her body to you. Your cock jerks between you, filling your shirt with cum as she lets out a strangled sound.

The locker door snaps open. You both fall out.

Beth curls up with another cry, her legs shaking.

You roll onto your back, your shirt askew and your cock poking out and spurting cum all over your belly.

The two of you lie on the floor, both very wet with sweat and other juices, coming down from powerful orgasms.

Duni stands over you was Beth whimpers through the aftershocks of her orgasm, and your cock twitches and leaks cum.