Go into Beth's cabin with her

She has you. Things will get really complicated if she tells anyone about you.

A couple girls walk past as you and Beth stare at each other.

"Fine. Jesus." You gesture impatiently. "Open up."

Beth grabs your hand and drags you into the cabin. Beth shuts the door and pulls the curtains. It looks like she wants to say something, but she's worried about the door. She keeps looking at it.

"Come on." She drags you into the bathroom and locks the two of you inside. You can smell her deodorant.

The bathroom smells like perfume, and there are bottles and personal effects everywhere.

"Go on. Show me." Beth folds her arms again and stares at your groin.

So that's what she wants.

"You fucking blame me?" she asks. "Not exactly something you see every day, is it?"

You know that. And she's already seen it. Reluctantly, you push down your shorts just enough to pull it free. Beth's eyes get big.

You glance down. Yup. That's your penis.

Beth is transfixed. "You ever use it?"

"Yeah, I jerk it all the fucking time," you tell her. That should be obvious.

"No, I mean like..." She sees the look on your face. "You have?"

"Kind of," you reply.

"What happened?"

"I had a friend. She found out about it."

"And?"

"And she gave me a blowjob," You say quietly, embarrassed.

"Oh, shit."

Beth's mouth drops open, and you realize you're getting hard. It's the memory of that blowjob.

"Shit." You close your eyes and think about math, but all you see is a glossy head of hair bobbing up and down in your lap. It can't be stopped. In a second you're totally hard.

You know you are blushing hotly. So is she, but she can't be as embarrassed as you are.

"It'll go down," you tell her.

"Just do it," she says.

"What?"

"Do it. Don't mind me."

"Here?"

"Don't get shy now." She gives you a challenging look. "I'll show you my tits."

"I've seen your tits." You can't believe you're saying this with your cock sticking out there, hard as can be.

She shrugs. "Wanna see 'em again?"

You stand there with your face red.

"Yeah," you admit.

She looks surprised, but she mans up. "All right." You watch her pull her t-shirt over her head and drop it. Then she pushes up her sports bra to expose her chest.

Beth gets a bold look now that her little boobs are in the open.

"Go on."

"Shut up." You put your hand on your cock. Beth is three feet away from you. You can see the goosebumps on her skin, and her nipples getting pokey right in front of you.

You start to stroke, slowly. It starts feeling good, and you start to breathe harder. So does she. Without realizing it, she had her hand on her stomach.

Your cock twitches as you pull on it with your fist.

Beth doesn't look smug anymore. She sees that you noticed her expression.

"Fuck you," she mutters, and takes the hand on her belly and slips it into her own shorts. Her body goes stiff as she touches herself, and just that shoves you much closer to the edge.

Her abs tense, and her expression gets serious. She pinches her nipple with her other hand and opens her mouth.

You listen to the wet noises from inside her shorts and her short breaths. You wish she would take the shorts off so you could see.

"Mm," is the noise she makes. You speed up.

Beth squeezes her boob and bites her lip. She leans against the wall with her back, and you lean against the sink. You notice she has a tattoo on her upper ribcage.

"Nice rose," you say breathlessly. It's cute.

"Fuck off," she gasps back, and her legs squeeze together over her hand. Her abs get tight as she cums, and she screws up her face and hisses as her hips shake.

You quickly turn around to face the mirror and blow as much of it as you can into the sink. You see your face in the mirror, and you are bright red and sweaty. Semen hangs from the tip of your cock like drool. You jerk a little more out and shudder, letting out a gasp.

Behind you, Beth has slid down to sit on the floor.

You look back at her, and she looks up at you, then at her wet fingers. She sucks in air. You stuff your cock back in your shorts and offer your hand. She gives you an irritable look, and gets up without your help.

Her knees wobble, and you catch you before she can fall. For a second she's in your arms, her bare chest up against you in your t-shirt. You take your hands off her waist, and she hurries out of the bathroom.

You take a deep breath and rinse the cum from the sink. After you wash your hands, you go out to find her sitting on one of the beds with her shirt back on.

"Gonna be okay?" you ask, and she shoots you a look. "What? What is it?"

"I heard something before I came here."

"What are you talking about?"

"I heard there was someone like you."

"What?"

"Not you," she says, and you perch on the other bed. "But someone like you."

"Really?" That's someone you would like to meet.

"And I believe it now. Makes me want to see for myself."

"Me too. Who is it?" you ask.

"I'm not sure. I can't recall. It has to be Duni or Adella, doesn't it?"

"Why them?"

"Because they're the strongest."

"I'm not a man," you remind her. "If they're like me, they aren't a man either." You're fit, but you're not made of muscles.

"I still think it's one of them. Want to check it out?"

You think about it. Duni showered with everyone today, but she had a towel on. People had commented, but she hadn't cared. And Adella? You don't know.

"She's a grand fucking footballer," Beth says. "Adella."

"Yeah," you agree.