Meg (Chandler’s perspective)

I turned around, and saw two brunettes—one short and scowling, one tall and smiling. Meg’s smile widened when she saw me. She let go of Carol’s hand, and ran to me. I met her halfway, and we embraced in a tight hug.

She snuggled into my shoulder, “Hey Chandler. I’ve missed you tonight.”

I asked, “Where have you been?”

Carol answered for her, “We were at a party at Kyle’s house. Like a hundred high schoolers. It was awful. Kyle was trying to stop all kinds of fights. Meg got drunk off of one drink.”

I pulled back and looked into Meg’s big brown eyes. I asked, “You’re drunk?”

She responded, “No. You’re drunk.”

I laughed, “Yeah I am drunk. Alright now is the time to lock it up. We gonna go check in. You can’t act drunk.”

Carol rolled her eyes, “She’s had one drink.”

“How are you doing tonight, Carol?” Joey asked. “You seem tense. Would you like a massage?”

“I’d love a massage. Are you offering?” Carol said rolling out her shoulders as we stood in line, waiting to check in.

“Yes,” Joey replied. “I’m really good. I took a massage therapy class. Best money I’ve ever spent.”

“Sure. Follow me back to my cabin. But just for a massage.”

“Of course,” Joey said, then winked at me when she wasn’t looking. Maybe getting with Joey wouldn’t be the worst thing for her. She might stop chasing after Kyle who didn’t really want her.

Meg and I checked in just fine. We weren’t drunk enough to notice, but Meg was ecstatic. She had just gotten away with something she wasn’t supposed to. She had broken the rules, and the world hadn’t ended. She pushed into me, and kissed me. She whispered, “Take me somewhere very private tonight.”

I used my key to get us into the basement underneath the camp’s farmhouse. It’s where we stored extra mattresses, and bedding. Once inside, I was able to make us a nice little bed for us to lay down on.

Meg had me turn off the lights before we made out. She didn’t want the chance of someone seeing the light through the window, and us getting caught.

In the dark that night, I noticed that her tongue was much more aggressive than normal. I think the **** was a placebo to let her inhibitions loose. She let my hands roam her young firm body. She didn’t stop my hand that slipped into her shorts.

My fingers felt the heat of her pussy through her panties as I rubbed her. She sighed through the kisses. She whispered, “Put one in.”

My fingers crawled under her panties, and through her soft pubic hair. I spread her lips, and inserted a fingertip into her warm wet opening. She moaned in my ear.

Her hot breath motivated me. I worked my finger in and out. I rubbed her ribbed interior. Through her moans, I could tell she was loving it. I doubt I made her come, but it definitely gave her pleasure.

Finally she pushed against my shoulders, and said, “My turn.” Her hands moved down my torso, and unbuttoned my pants. She unzipped them, and loosened them enough to slip her hand under my boxer briefs and grab my hard shaft.

I couldn’t believe she was touching my dick, even though it was a loose grip like she was afraid to hurt it. She started to move her hand up and down. I grimaced, and said, “You need some time of lube. It hurts when it’s dry.”

“Sorry,” she said meekly. “I didn’t know. What should I use for lube?”

I gripped her wrist, and brought her hand up to my mouth. I spit into it, and licked it to spread it around. I brought her spit covered hand back to my cock. I shifted and pushed my pants down to free my cock.

I instructed, “Grip hard, and stroke up and down. You’re not going to hurt it.”

She started stroking, and I moaned, and leaned back into the mattress. My hot summer fling was finally touching my cock. I didn’t care that it was only a handjob. I was loving it.

Meg could hear my pleasure, and whispered in my ear, “Do you like that?”

“Yes,” I groaned.

“Good,” she stopped stroking, and I heard her spit into her hand. It returned to my cock, and resumed stroking, down to my base, and up to the ridge of my cock head. Her hand sliding up and down, up and down. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I warned, “Don’t stop, but I’m about to come.”

My cock throbbed and my cum spurt out onto my stomach then oozed down her stroking hand. My cock was so sensitive. I couldn’t take the stroking any longer and had to stop her.

I got up, and found an old bedsheet to clean myself off. We were both dressed by the time I turned the light back on. She gave me a handjob without ever seeing my dick.

I walked her back to the cabin, hoping security didn’t spot us. I gave her a goodnight hug and kiss. Before she went into her cabin, Meg whispered, “Tonight was really fun. We should do it again soon.”