She stripped naked

Meg wouldn’t tell me whose dick she touched. Instead she revealed her nude body. Her tanlines. Her freckles. Her mass of brown pubic hair between her long legs. Her perky full breasts. Her dark brown nipples. Exposed to everyone in the circle. Her shame kept her from being sexy. That body should have her extremely confident. Others dream of a body like that. She tried to hide herself with her hands as she sat down.

I said, “I’m sorry.” Her eyes avoided me and looked at the floor. She wanted to be anywhere but here. I took the die, but said, “I’m not in the mood to play anymore. C’mon Meg let’s get out of here.”

I helped cover her up while she pulled back on some clothes. We left the cabin to boos. I didn’t care. They could keep playing if they wanted. I should’ve stopped this before Meg had to strip. Seeing her made me feel so bad. I kept apologizing as we walked back to her cabin.

Finally she turned to me, “Stop apologizing. It should be me apologizing to you. I’m the one who did something wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. We’re not married. Besides it probably happened before we were a thing. You don’t need to feel bad. I shouldn’t have let it happen,” I said.

“I need to tell you, and if you leave angry that’s fine. If not we can go to my cabin, and make up, but I need to get it off my chest,” Meg’s doe eyes looked up at me.

“Fine. Whose dick did you touch? I don’t care,” I said, trying to believe my own words.

She took a deep breath, “The first night all the staff got off, we all went down to Portland and partied. You, Carol, Kyle and Brent all had to work still. I felt alone. A guy took me under wing and made me feel comfortable. I got drunk and we hooked up. He just kept pushing and pushing. Finally I relented and sucked him, and he held my head down, and finished in my mouth. It tasted disgusting and I had to spit it out. I didn’t know you guys were friends until I saw you hanging out later. When he saw that we were hanging out, he told me to never tell you what happened.” She paused briefly. “To make a long story short, I hooked up with your friend Joey at the beginning of camp. It was a horrible decision, and I have regretted it ever since.”

“Yeah. I can imagine you’re the first one to regret hooking up with him,” I said. I wasn’t mad at her. I was mad at him. He took advantage of a drunk girl. Holding her head down on his cock when she wanted up. I wanted to kill him.

Meg saw my physical angry, and placed her hand on me, “I’m so sorry.”

I realized I hadn’t vocalized who I was angry at. I said, “You don’t need to apologize. I’m pissed at my friend. He should have never done that to you.”

She hugged me tight. “I’m okay. I just feel guilty. How can I make it up to you? How can I help you relax? You’re shaking right now.”

“You wanna help me relax?” I asked.

She seductively whispered in my ear, “Yes. I’m willing to do anything tonight. All you have to do is ask.”

Fuck. Anything. I don’t know if I had the courage to ask her for what I really wanted.