The Pool

"A dip in the pool would be great," Sam thought to himself as he left the laboratory building. He walked back to his bunk, where he was able to change into a swimsuit without incident--a surprise, based on what he'd seen and heard over the last few... uh, however many days he'd been here. Towel in hand, he walked from there over to the pool, which was on the south side of the camp.

Walking around, he realized he was starting to get used to being at camp. He didn't think he would ever not be surprised about people fucking against a building or shrug off catching a whiff of bodily fluids as he walked a dirt path, but he was surprisingly not attracted to the many sexual attractions on display. As he casually ambled over to the pool area, he pondered the possibility that maybe Dr. VanderSloot was right--by overexposing him to sex, Sam could maybe find an equilibrium that would help him fit in on the outside.

The pool--or, rather, pools--were very impressive. Inside the fenced-off concrete plateau, he found four Olympic-sized pools were lined up, side-by-side, each with lane dividers and diving board hanging over the deep end. The hot sun glistened off their crystal blue waters.

In the concrete paths between them, white double-sided lifeguard towers surveyed the scene. The lifeguard chairs were oversized--they could easily fit two people inside. And, way they reclined, you couldn't really see what was going on inside.

It didn't take long to see that each pool had its own vibe. One pool was for focused swimmers--men and women were doing laps, and everyone was very focused on that. There was also clearly a fuck pool, where couples and small groups lined the edge of the pool, getting their freak on. A third pool had some folks practicing high dives, with some handsy behavior among the divers waiting their turn in the shallow end. The last pool could be best described as a "party pool." People were swimming and socializing. Some people were playing Marco Polo. A group of guys were playing basketball with a floating hoop. A few people were hooking up, but it definitely didn't look like it was going to devolve into an orgy or anything.

Sam walked through the entrance and checked in with the shirtless male counselor sitting at a plastic fold-up table with a laptop and a clipboard.

"Ahhhhh takin' a chill day, huh?" said Kyle, the counselor, who introduced himself as he checked Sam's camper status. "No worries, bro. We all to chill sometimes."

"Thanks man, Sam said. "So, where should I go? I was looking at them and I'm not sure which one's the 'chill' pool."

"Totally up to you, dude! Pool 4 is pretty popping right now if you want to go meet some bros and some chicks. If that's not your vibe, the lap pool is always a great way to get a workout in and nobody's going to bother you in there.

Pool 3 is doing a diving session: You can join if you know your stuff, but it's kind of an insular crowd. And you know what's up with pool 2. No judgements if that's where you end up, but you won't be getting much rest in there.