Jess (Ross’s perspective)

I had the perfect buzz after a few beers and shots. It was five minutes until check in, but the night was not over yet. I knew I could text Jordan and we could meet somewhere secluded in camp. I’d at the very least get some head from her. I was in the mood to hear her gag on my cock.

We were walking, and I heard, “Hey sexy! Turn around!”

Of course we all turned around. Jess pranced toward us on her long gazelle legs. Her jeans looked painted on, and she had a tie-dyed shirt knotted up to show off her pale midsection. Her tits barely pushed a B-cup, but luckily for her she had other very attractive features—one being her flowing gorgeous red hair. I would’ve loved to have her ankles resting on my shoulders, or her redhead bobbing in my lap.

She ran up to Chandler and hugged him tightly. “Hey buddy! How you doing?”

Chandler gave a quick hug, but she held on to him. He replied, “Great. How are you? Where’s Brent?”

Finally she let go of him, and answered, “No clue. He didn’t go to the bar with us. I hope you can’t tell that I’m tipsy.” Then she looked at me and Joey. “Who are your friends?”

Joey stepped up, and hugged her, “I’m Joey. We’ve met a few times.”

Jess pushed away from the hug, obviously not wanting to be touched by him. “Sorry, I don’t remember.” But then she looked at me, “But you’re Ross right? You’re dating Jordan in the office. She never stops talking about you.”

I nervously laughed. I wasn’t really dating Jordan. We just liked to hook up. We weren’t exclusive, even though I’d be pissed if she talked to other guys. I replied, “Hopefully good things.”

Jess winked at me, “Let’s just say I know the exact length of what is dangling between your legs.”

Oh shit. She was flirting with me, and she could definitely get it, despite the small rack. I quickly started putting together my plan how to make it happen.

She draped herself on Chandler, and we continued our walk to check in at the office. She chatted with him about her sister. I wasn’t paying attention to anything but her long legs and tight ass.

There was a little bit of a line at the check in. As we waited, Jess put her hand in her back pocket then said, “Shit. I’m missing $20.”

Chandler replied, “Maybe it fell out at the bar.”

Angrily Jess replied, “No. I had it when in the staff parking lot.” Then she looked at Joey. “Did you fucking steal my $20 when you hugged me!?”

Joey looked immediately offended, “No. I didn’t fucking steal your $20. My hands were no where near your ass when I hugged you.”

“Empty out your pockets,” she demanded.

“I’m not going to empty out my pockets. You’re obviously drunk, and lost your money,” Joey answered.

“If you didn’t steal it, then you’ll empty out your pockets!”

Joey called for help, “Chandler get this drunk bitch out of my face!”

Jess slapped him. The sound was so sweet. I wanted to laugh so bad. Joey deserved so many slaps over the years, and never got them.

I stepped behind Jess, and wrapped my arms around her. I picked her light body up, and carried her back. When Joey took a step toward her, she spit in his face! I couldn’t contain my laughter, which made Joey even angrier.

Chandler stepped between the two, and pushed Joey back. Despite being heavier and taller than Chandler, Joey stood no shot of getting around him. Eventually Joey checked in, then stormed off back to his cabin.

Still holding Jess I asked, “Are you ready to calm down?”

She replied, “I don’t know. I sort of like how you’re manhandling me right now. It’s pretty hot.”

I brought my mouth to her ear, “I can handle your feistiness. I’d be so rough with you.”

She let out a soft little sigh. Oh yeah. We were going to fuck so hard. I ran through the spots in my mind where I could take her and we wouldn’t be heard.

As I was thinking, a voice called out, “Put down my girlfriend!”

I looked over Jess’s shoulder to see this short little muscle man. He looked like a little WWF action figure. I set Jess down. I replied, “Sorry dude. She was attacking my friend.”

“I don’t care. C'mon babe. Let’s get out of here,” he held out his hand to Jess.

Jess replied, “I’m not your property. Stop being so jealous and commanding me around.”

“Whatever. Hang out with this loser, if you want,” her boyfriend said.

I couldn’t let that slide, I stepped up to him looking down, “Don’t call me a loser. My dick is even bigger than our height difference bro. I’ll fucking squash you.” I was worked up, and ready. I knew Chandler would have my back.

Chandler stepped in between and moved us apart, then said, “Jess can you help me find your sister?”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” she wrapped her arm around his shoulders. “Brent needs to cool it off with the macho act. Jealously is not a turn on.”

They walked down the road together to the cabins. Brent turned, and left me without saying anything else. I stood there with my adrenaline raging. I was ready to go.

I really want to fuck Jess so roughly, but I knew the chances of succeeding were slim. I could always call up Jordan and have vanilla sex. I just had to make sure to keep myself in control and not scare her off.