Well, not steaks...

Everyone began to filter in to the main hall. Folding tables were lined up with some seats, and another one with food stacked on it. It looked simple, buns, a cold cut tray straight from the store, some chips and veggies, and a cooler filled with sodas and water. Everyone had some sort of reaction coming into the climate controlled building. Stacy and Toni both sighed in relief, while Bobby thanked God for the A/C. Cindi and Alan were the last ones in. Alan grabbed a water and pressed the cool bottle to his head. Frank came into the hall and surveyed the room.

It appeared that everyone was working hard. The guys were sweating, the girls had a stray cobwebs in their hair. Only one didn't fit. Chris, in his expensive shirt, looked barely winded. Frank made a mental scowl along with a note "Need to fix that."

He clapped his hands together, breaking up the small chatter that was happening. "So! How are things progressing?"

"Pretty good Coach," Alan spoke up, sitting forward. "Once we get the beds assembled, and the mattresses out of storage, we should be done. Maybe 2 or 3 more hours."

"Great! Eat up! I know it's not the greatest buffet in the world, but we'll have better tonight. Promise." Frank said, grinning. "Once the bed situation is done, the rest of the day is yours. Look around, rest, do whatever. If I can get the PA system running right, I'll call for dinner."

"Uh, Coach? If you need help with that, I'm a bit of a techie. I can take a look." Bobby said.

"Tell you what. Not today, I'll just beat it into submission for now. I'm still making assignments for tomorrow, so I'll keep that in mind."

"Sure!"

Chris bristled. He had been planning on the group doing jobs, and him figuring out the path of least effort. Now there was an assignment schedule? He knew that didn't bode well.

People started wandering to the buffet table, grabbing a paper plate, and making lunch. Alan sat there, letting the others go first. He was still baffled by Cindi. How the hell was she doing it? She was pacing him and he was wearing out a lot faster than he planned. He caught himself staring at her and looked away. Nope, don't need that trouble again this year, he thought to himself. Maybe I could ask her brother...

Arnold was pleased as his new nickname began to filter through the ranks. He was fine with Joker. It all went back to his first "confrontation" with Big Frank. Joker, Private Joker, either way. He looked around, waiting his turn for food. He noticed Alan looking at Cindi, then quickly looking away. He noticed Chris' body language seemed to be tense. Steve...well, that poor kid was going to be some work. He took a liking to Steve almost immediately. But the guy's self-esteem was in the toilet for some reason. He sighed to himself as he began to make his plate. He couldn't resist a charity case, but this was going to take some work.

Ahiri stuck to Jill like glue. This was in closer proximity to others than she was used to, or liked. She kept stealing glances at the cowboy who was now getting up and taking his place in line. She wasn't sure why, but her body was screaming at her. "He's the one! Him him him HIM!" It wasn't as if the other guys weren't nice looking. But Alan...Ugh. She could almost feel herself throb, looking at him. And she was sure she blushed every time she peeked. Oh shit! Was he looking now? She turned back towards Jill and laughed at something she was saying. Relief finally came when they both sat down at the table to eat. But that was short lived when Alan and the photographer guy sat directly across from them. She could feel herself turning beet red and found her food extremely interesting.

Steve sat down next to Alan, as they were the last 2 in line. He knew he was going to be sore, but felt good at the same time. He wasn't the most physical of guys, but walked and hiked enough he wasn't a weakling. He still felt naked without his camera. Taking pictures was second nature to him, and he liked to have it at the ready, just in case. As he bit into his sandwich, he thought he would have to hit up Big Frank for a topographical map of the area, so he could scout out some areas he could shoot. He'd want a few pics at dawn, some in the late evening. Maybe he could take his night-vision lens out and see if he could find some wildlife...

He froze in mid-thought. Someone's foot was touching his. Right between his pant cuff and shoe. And he could tell right away that it wasn't an accidental tap. It was slow, deliberate. Someone was playing with his foot. He quickly looked up, and the foot moved away. The way everyone was seated, he really only had two suspects. The redhead and the short girl. The short girl was looking at her plate intently, moving things around, without much obvious purpose. The redhead was talking to the Alan guy next to him about the camp. The short girl? He knew she had a "different" name, but that was it. Maybe it was an accident. He took another bite of his sandwich.

The foot was back. He could feel the big toe of whoever, going over his ankle again, lightly caressing it. He carefully chewed as he watched the girls across from him. Neither looked at him at any point. The short girl was eating chips slowly, looking only at her plate. She looked flushed, but he wasn't certain about that. The redhead continued to talk with Alan about something. He wasn't even paying attention to what they were saying. He began to look down and the foot moved away again.

Ok, so they are paying attention to me, he thought. Steve cursed himself for pulling up his chair so close to the table. It took a moment but the foot came back. And it was more aggressive this time. It started at his ankle again, but quickly **** its way up his pant leg. He could tell it was sock covered, against his skin. As it rubbed up and down, he could feel his rod begin to stiffen. He really never had anyone come at him so...ever. He took another bite, still studying the 2 girls across from him. Neither of them gave him a clue on who was doing it. The foot continue to move up and down against his leg, almost petting him.

He wasn't sure, could it be the short girl? Did her legs reach that far? She still refused to talk or look at anyone as the redhead continued her conversation. The foot never got higher than his calf, stopped by the fabric of his jeans. But then it moved. Dropping down, it left the inside of his jeans and then moved up to where it had been before. It was a muted sensation, but it was a sensation. A girl was touching him! He was painfully hard now, his dick at an odd angle in his pants. He wanted to reach down and adjust himself, but was afraid to do so. Either it would look weird or he risked having whoever was rubbing him to stop. He continued to eat thoughtfully, deliberately.

The stranger's foot moved higher, and higher, reaching his knee. He held his breath as it began to move up his thigh, pausing occasionally to rub and caress him. He was aware he wasn't moving anymore, at all. His mouth was full of partially chewed sandwich, but his entire being was focused on what the stranger was going to do next. He could almost hear the fabric of her sock rubbing against denim. It moved higher, and higher, teasing along it's journey. When finally, it reached his throbbing...

He choked and began coughing, spraying bits of food everywhere. He stood up, hoping to see a glance of who's leg it was, but it had retreated as soon as he moved. There was dead silence as he ran to the large trashcan nearby, spitting out the remainder of what had been in his mouth. Knowing everyone was staring, he came up with the best excuse he could think of that second.

"Sorry, wrong pipe." he said, still **** slightly. Then he made a show of taking a drink of water.

The girls that had been across from him looked horrified. His initial cough had sent a spray of moist bread mush and ham across the table. While it didn't coat them, he could see them looking at their plates. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"Way to go!" the blond haired guy yelled. Steve was mortified.

"You all right?" Big Frank asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." he said, softly. Glancing back at the table, he looked down. Both girls were wearing socks, and both had their shoes on.