Getting unexpectedly drunk

I don’t remember exactly, but it was some random night at camp. It was Joey and Ross’s free night where they didn’t have to watch the kids in the cabin. I think they were free from 9:00 to check-in which was 11:30, so they really didn’t get much time off to be away from the campers. They decided to spend their couple free hours down at “the dock”, which was about a half-mile down the road. You couldn’t really do much there except hang out.

I hadn’t really hung out with my friends for a while. We didn’t have the same schedule at camp. Most of the time I was with Carol and Kyle. So when they invited me to join them at the dock, I said yeah. I met them at the parking lot, and Joey drove us to the dock.

He left his Four Runner on to play music, and opened the trunk. He had a case of 12 warm Natty Lights. He passed them out, and we stood around drinking.

Joey asked, “You popped Meg’s cherry yet? Get blood all over your dick?”

I sipped uncomfortably, quickly swallowing the warm bitter water taste. “No. We haven’t had sex yet. We’ve made out a couple times though.”

“She touch your dick yet? Little middle school action?” Ross laughed. He clapped me on the back. “It’s alright. You still have a few weeks. She’s hot enough to wait. Not as hot as her redheaded sister, but still hot. She for sure has the bigger rack.”

Joey laughed, “You’re the fucking Rain Man of tits. Who has the best pair at camp?”

“It’s hard to tell because you usually only see these girls in the staff shirts. But I have a few contenders, I’d have to see them fully—nipples and everything—to truly judge though.” Ross crunches his empty can, and grabs another beer. He passes me one.

I finished my beer, and took the one he offered, “Who are your contenders? Is Jordan on the list?”

“Nah. They’re nice. They fit her body perfectly but they’re not big enough to titty fuck,” Ross says, then finally gets to his contenders for the best tits in camp. “The most obvious front runner is the blonde in the oldest girls. Everything about her is stunning: gorgeous face, incredible body. Way out of everybody’s league.

“Next is the short gymnastics counselor—her tits are way too big to be doing that many flips.

“Then Chandler’s work wife Carol has a big pair, but I bet they’re saggy. You ever felt them up Chandler? Of course you haven’t.”

“Carol’s would be a great pair to tit fuck. She’s the perfect height. I could fuck her titties while we both stood up,” Joey said, finally finishing his first beer while Ross crushes his second.

Carol did have some nice tits. I’d caught myself staring at them too many times. All of the options Ross said were valid, but I needed to add one, “Alright this one is way out there, but what about the nanny. The one who is like 6’2”. She’s like a big sexy Viking woman.”

Joey roared, “Dude she would destroy you! You’d be her little bitch!”

“I’d love to be that woman’s bitch, and have her dominate me,” Ross said. “That’s a good one Chandler! I didn’t think about her. She’s so big, but proportional. I’m sure her tits are massive.”

“But who has the best ass at camp? That’s way easier to tell, because these girls love leggings,” Joey prompted. “Carol has such a fine ass. Chandler can we switch jobs so I can stare at it all day? I’d definitely lick her butthole.”

Talking like this, we finished the case. Ross was not content with the buzz of four beers. He started digging around in the trunk. He came out with an opened bottle of Admiral Nelson. He grinned, “There’s a few more shots in here.”

Joey shook his head, “No way dude.”

“Chandler, you’re finishing this with me,” he passed me the bottle, and a took a gulp. Fuck, it was warmer than the beer.

We finished the bottle as Joey drove us the half mile back to camp. Ross tossed the empty bottle on the floor. “I hope Jordan is still up. I’m in the mood to fuck. I wished she liked it rough. I’m in the mood to pull some hair and smack some ass.” Then he nudged me. “Maybe Meg will give you a handy tonight if you’re lucky.”

We parked, and stumbled out of the car. The parking lot was filling up with other counselors, making their way back for cutoff. We stretched out, and started walking, when we heard a female voice yell, “Hey!!!!! Turn around!”

We obeyed, and spun.