Lizzie Storms Off

"I can't fucking believe this Chad!" Lizzie screamed. "We are officially no longer a thing."

Sam couldn't really believe it either. He realized things were different here, but trying to comfort your girlfriend while getting your dick sucked by another woman seemed a bit crazy, even in here. Speaking of which, he wondered how the camper, Celeste, felt about getting caught between the two angry counselors. All the while, her head continued bobbing away, slobbering all over Chad's throbbing member. Meanwhile, her pert bubble butt and bald pussy faced his way; he could feel his hardness drawing him towards her.

"C'mon, babe," Chad said, "you don't mean that, do you?"

"Maybe this will answer your question!" She said, flipping him off. Then she turned on her heels and stormed off. She was back to dry land by the time Sam thought to go after her. He had no idea where he needed to go or how to get there. At the same time, she seemed really upset and the last thing she needed was confused camper nipping at her heels.

"Let her go dude," Chad pulled him back out his head. "She just needs a little space n' shit." He leaned head back and closed his eyes. "You can chill here for awhile and I'll show you how to get back to your bunk."

"Oh... Ok, thanks," Sam said, trying (and failing) to avoid looking directly at Chad or Celeste. He started turning to give the lovers their privacy, "Well then I guess I'll head down the dock aways and..."

"Nah, dude! It's totally cool," Chad smiled and waved him back over. "You can ride it out here. You're new, right? We should hang! Me'n the girls can show you the ropes!"

Chad looked down at Celeste, picking her head up out of his lap. "What do ya say, babe?" He asked her, pointing to Sam.