Swim camp

Best to just stick to the plan. You and Riley follow the bank, circling the lake. It's a long walk, but the swim camp is pretty cool. It's lit up, even at night, although obviously the day's activities are over and you barely see anyone.

There are some pools, and bits of the lake are like roped off... there are floating docks and piers. It looks like a lot of fun.

The fact that no one is around emboldens you two. You go closer to the buildings, but a bunch of girls come out of the dining hall, laughing.

You and Riley hide in the nearest place, which turns out to be a locker room and shower right by the water. It's both bigger and nicer than the ones at the soccer camp, but that's because those are meant for one team at a time, while this one has to accomodate way more girls.

Well... you have seen enough. It's dark, so there are no girls in swimsuits to stare at, and trying to meet girls here like this at night doesn't seem like a good idea. Riley's curiosity is satisfied. You should head back. It's a long walk, and you can try to convince Riley to come with you to see if anyone's still skinny dipping. You actually hope they are not... then you could see if maybe she'd do it alone with you. You like that idea.

"Ready to go back?" you ask her, and she nods.

Riley trips over something on the way to the door.

"What in the world," she says. It's a duffel bag. "Why is this so heavy? What's in here? Gold bars?" She kneels and opens it.

You join her. She pulls out a pouch with a red cross on it, and there are first aid sprays inside. Then she pulls out a gun.

"Oh," you say, shocked.

"What the shit?" Riley asks. "Why do swim girls need a gun?"

You don't know.

The door opens and you both jump. Someone's coming!

Riley opens a locker and jumps in. You squeeze in with her and close the door.

She's trying to peer out through the little slit, and you are trying to cope with being pressed up against her lithe body. You have been thinking about her all night, hoping to get to touch, but... now you're touching everything.

You need to pay attention though.

A woman enters the locker room. She's wet and dripping, obviously she's just been swimming. Her long, blonde hair is in a ponytail, and she wears a snug, but simple, blue one-piece bathing suit over a flawless body with perfect skin. She's athletic and womanly, and a hell of a beauty. Just seeing her taut suit over her rear end wakes you up downstairs. You hope Riley can't feel that.

The woman stops to look at the duffel, which is sitting open. The gun and the first aid sprays are easy to see.

She frowns.

It's too tight. You try to shift your body, but your hand brushes Riley's shorts, and you find that she's totally hard... and very sensitive. She makes a noise, and the woman looks at the locker, then walks over and opens it, finding you both crammed inside.

"Who are you?" she asks, looking very calm. Most people would freak out... but she's apparently as badass as she is beautiful.

Embarrassed, you and Riley both climb out... with obvious, matching erections in your shorts.

"Um, we're from the soccer camp. Just checking the place out," Riley says, blushing. "That's not ours."

"I know whose it is," the woman says. "You shouldn't be here."

"People shouldn't have guns here," Riley retorts.

The woman rolls her eyes. "It's none of your business. Go back to your camp. Don't tell anyone."

"Why shouldn't we?" you ask.

The woman sighs, then looks you both up and down, her eyes pausing on your twin bulges.

"You came to peep, didn't you?" she asks tiredly. "I'll make you a deal. You can peep all you want. Make a mess too. I was about to shower anyway. But then you leave and keep quiet."

"What about the gun?" Riley asks.

"I'm confiscating it," the woman says.

"OK. We accept," you say.

"We do?" Riley asks, shocked.

"Of course." You reach for the woman, who slaps your hand away.

"Look. Don't touch," she says.

Too bad. "Fine," you say.

"Seriously?" Riley asks, blushing. She's still hard, though.