LT Day 10 - She doesn't mind

Claudette doesn't mind. You sit there, squeezing her warm form gently. You don't even know her, but she got dared into your lap and she isn't leaving.

You drunkenly watch Lara dare Sam to take her top off, and Sam does it without hesitation.

"You OK?" Claudette murmurs to you. She's just as tispy as you.

"I feel like I just had a breakup," you admit. It's weird to say that to a stranger, but that's how you feel.

You also feel something else, noticing way too late that you're rock hard and that erection is pushed up against Claudette very firmly, so there's no way she doesn't feel it.

"Me too actually," she says, the firelight catching on her glasses.

"Sorry," you murmur.

Now Lara's daring Viti to touch Sam's boobs. When is someone going to dare Lara to do something? Lara's out of control.

Elena finally gets Lara, but Lara is a coward and goes truth. Elena asks her the question: of the three captains of the losing teams, who would she fuck, marry, and kill?

Lara swigs beer, looking thoughtful.

"I'd fuck Chun," she says lightly, glancing at the Red Team's fire. "Marry Riley," adds, looking across the fire at you. "And kill Adella."

"Thanks," you say. "I think."

"It's a compliment," Claudette says.

"Yeah," Lara agrees.

"Poor Adella," Claudette notes.

"Adella can take care of herself," you say, recalling the first few days of camp.

You and Claudette kind of... abstain from the game of truth or dare. You chat a little, still snuggled together by the fire, and drink a lot more.

So it's not weird or surprising that you find yourself in her room, although you don't remember walking from the fire to the counselors' cabin. You're just in her bed on top of her, gazing down at her moaning face as the sheets pop off the corners of the bed. She fumbles with your shirt, her palms all over your sweaty chest. She has a penis almost as big as yours, and it bumps against your stomach every time you thrust into her. The bed creaks alarmingly, but the whole room is spinning, so you don't care.

You must hit a good spot because she arches her back and comes up off the bed with a cry, grabbing at the sheets. You see Lotte in your mind, but then you're dizzy and you're on your back with her riding you. Your breast is in her left hand, while her right strokes her cock as she moves her hips until you empty yourself inside her.

But she's not done. She gets off your cock, leaking your cum all over your belly as she moves up your body to settle her weight down, slapping her cock between your breasts and rubbing it around. She looks cute, but she has a real thing for your boobs... she is so into them. And you are so drunk that you are into whatever she is into, and the sight of her perfect, brown body on top of yours drives you crazy even though you just came. Your rub her thighs encouragingly as she enjoys your breasts, then gives you a hesitant look.

Alcohol makes you slutty. You nod, and she moves up, bringing her cock to your lips. You slide your hands under her legs to squeeze her booty as you use your mouth. You have to see her cum. You let it out of your mouth and use your hand, watching her. Her glasses are off and her mouth is wide open. She has her hands on her face, covering her eyes.

You flinch as the first hot drops spray on your face, and keep going. By the time she's done, your hand, lips, and cheeks are covered in it. She flops down on the bed like she's just died, but she's purring with satisfaction. You roll over and put your arms around her, and she likes that. You don't know her at all, but you just have to have someone in your arms. It's hot and you're a mess. You don't even bother with the sheets.