Face her

Is she really doing this? What does she want? Is she trying to scare you?

You aren't scared. You match her gaze and grab your own cock. You run your hand up and down its length the same way she does.

It looks like she's glad you're game. She drinks in your body. You are much paler than she is, and you like her dusky skin.

You stare at each other from across the shower. Your eyes are locked as you masturbate. You wonder what she is thinking about, besides you. She looks hungry. What is she thinking about doing to you?

That thought makes you hotter. You pull faster. She is so confident, and it turns you on.

"You like the view?" she asks in her sexy Spanish accent.

"I do," you say. You don't sound as cool as she does because you are getting breathless.

"Cum for me."

"No, you come for me."

She looks surprised that you would say that. You can tell from her chest that she's breathing hard.

"OK." Her hips jerk, and a huge amount of semen pours from her cock. It splatters to the floor and swirls with the water from the shower. Even her ejaculation seems powerful. Everything about her is powerful.

You grunt and shoot three strings of your own.

She smirks at you. You send the smirk back and shake the last drops off. You both go back to bathing.

As you dry off in the locker room, you catch her admiring your body. She pulls on matching boyshorts and a sports bra. You like the sight of her big cock, snugly trapped in the panties.

"Swim with us tonight," she says once you are dressed.

"I keep this a secret." You pull up a fresh pair of shorts. "I can't wear a swimming suit."

"It will be dark."

She has a point. "I didn't know we were swimming tonight."

"You were not going to be invited," she tells you smugly.

"What? I'm not cool enough?"

"You are now." She blows you a kiss, takes her stuff, and leaves.

You finish getting dressed and get out of the locker room. You can't say no now. If you took the challenge of jerking off with her in the shower, you have to show up to this thing now. It makes you mad that they were going to do something without you.

You eat dinner and go back to the cabin, where nine other girls are getting ready for bed. You don't have a swimsuit. You would not have brought one, even if you did. You'll have to wing it somehow.

It gets dark, and a couple of the girls sneak out. You just have to go with them, so you do.

"What are we, twelve?" Duni, the Kenyan girl asks as you stroll toward the pond.

The dark is on your side. Not only will it hide that you are dressed in your usual shorts and shirt, but you can't see the girls in their swimsuits.

"It's a camp. You've got to do camp things," the Irish girl, Riona, tells her.

"I'd rather swim in a pool. Not as much bacteria in a pool."

"It's all gross. Don't think about it," another American girl says.

The pond is in some forest behind the dining hall. It's more a lake than a pond, and it is dark as hell. Lights from phones are blinding, but it's all anyone has.

Some girls are already splashing around in the water. It's loud for something that's supposed to be going on in secret, but you aren't actually kids. The youngest player here is 19. The coaches wouldn't like it that you're out here, but you doubt they could do anything about it.

Adella must be around somewhere. A couple girls aren't in the water.