Soccer Camp

Mixed Emotions

For the past few weeks, Matt has been acting fishy. He wasn’t able to hang out as regularly as he normally was. I was spending my time with Jesse instead, which was fine by me but I missed my friend.

“Let’s follow him tonight.” I said, turning over on Jesse’s bed. He dried his wet hair with the towel, water running down his body as he watched me from the washroom door.

“This isn’t mission impossible, baby. We can’t just go around spying on people.”

“Why not?”I pouted, getting up from the bed. I walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “It’ll be fun” I added, trying to convince him of the plan.

“Alright, for you.” He smiled down at me, flashing his white teeth. I smiled up at him, placing my lips to his.

“Meet me at my cabin around five p.m. and we will follow him from there. He claims he can’t hang out tonight so we shall see where he goes”

“You are having too much fun with this idea.” He muttered as he pecked my lips.

“Wear all black.” I smiled

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I opened my door after one knock, pulling Jesse inside. He was in back jeans and a sweater. He wore a black beanie over his curly hair, a few curls falling against his forehead. He was just so sexy; I still couldn’t believe he was mine.

But I shook my head, clearing all thoughts. He ran his fingers across my bare stomach, sensitizing my exposed skin. I was wearing an alter top with black leggings. I even found some black gloves to add to the outfit.

“You know if you’re just bored we can spend the night in my room.” Jesse offered as he glanced over my body.

“No, pay attention!” I snapped. I was ready to do this; I even had my rolls down. I practiced all afternoon on my cabin floor. He followed me out the room and behind a bush outside the cabin entrance. “We will wait until he comes out.”

“I really don’t feel comfortable stalking your ex-boyfriend. Are you sure nothing is going on between you two?” He rubbed his forehead.

“Yes” I promised, kissing him gently. He stared up at me with gorgeous eyes and I felt like calling off the whole thing. But when I heard the cabin door open, I turned back to my mission.

Matt was wearing a dark blue t-shirt with jeans Capri. He headed towards the lake and I pulled Jesse behind me, following him. When Matt reached the dock, he sat down on a log. He sat there for minutes in the dark without saying a word. The air was chilly and the moon was out. I felt Jesse’s lips on my neck as I continued to watch.

“Not here” I giggled as I turned to face him, connecting our lips.

“I offered my room earlier but you refused.” He teased as he pulled on one of my n*****s. They hardened against the thin material of my shirt. He held me down on the grass, his lips finding mine again. “These past few weeks have been amazing” he whispered as he ran his finger down my stomach slowly, down between my legs.

“They have been.” I breathed, completely forgetting why we’re here to begin with. We’ve been playing around with each other, but never pushing the envelope.

“Let’s go back to my room. We can follow him tomorrow night.” He offered seductively. I nodded my head, completely forgetting the importance of stalking Matt. When we stood back up, Matt still sat alone on the log. Maybe he just wanted quiet… or maybe he was going crazy.

We walked back to Jesse’s room, seeing as how Dina would probably have my head if she realized what we planned on doing. We walked in comfortable silence, the sounds of the wild in the background. I never knew summer camp would be like this.

When we got back to his room, he closed the door and leaned against it. I sat on the bed and waited for him. “Take off your shirt” he whispered into the dark, never taking his eyes off me.

I pulled the top over my head, letting it fall to the floor. “Your leggings” he requested.

I pulled my legs over my behind, down my legs slowly; make sure to saw every second. The room was dark and all I could see was his figure.

I heard his approval as I sat on his bed in only my underwear and bra. “Legs up” he mumbled, his eyes bright in the dark.

I placed both feet on the bed, my legs close. “Open them” he whispered gently. I stared at him from the bed, my panties soaked with pleasure, my n*****s hardening from his words. “Open” he demanded now, his voice huskier.

I opened my legs wide as I closed my eyes, I scene too much for me. “Mhhm” he moaned. “Eyes open” He took a seat on the chair in the corner as his hand slipped into his pants. “Touch yourself.” He whispered, his tongue lips grazing his bottom lip. I moaned at what he asked me to do. This was so erotic, pleasuring myself in front of him.

I pulled the thin lace to the side as I ran a finger down my slit, my wetness covering my finger. My back rose off the bed as I continued to rub myself. He stared at me keenly, his own hands moving vigorously in his pants.

“Can I see?” I asked quietly. He smirked at me as he pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing himself. It was just as gorgeous as I remembered; just like him. He fisted himself as he watched me play with my clit.

“Does watching me make you wet?” he asked with a slight smile.

“Come feel for yourself” I whispered back, needing his touch. I couldn’t get the same pleasure I usually did when we watched each other like this; I needed his touch now. He stood to his feet, his rod silted up, as strong and longer as ever. He sat beside me on the bed, never touching me. Having him this close made my slit hotter and wetter.

His eyes scanned my body as I continued to rub myself, his hand holding his erection in a firm grip.

“Touch me” I begged as he continued to watch me, torturing me. He moved my hair from my forehead, and ran the back of his hand down the side of my face, down my cheek, my neck, and my shoulder. He pulled my bra down, revealing my harden n*****s and my round breasts.

Taking me by surprise, he took one into his mouth, suckling on it. I cried out softly as I felt the pleasure between my legs. The torture was killing me when he switched n*****s. I was panting out of control when I felt his hand slip down to my opening.

“Oh yes” I cried in anticipation but he stopped, hovering his fingers over me. I pushed my pelvis up to meet his hand, not being able to take the torture. He placed his palm over my clit, covering it and placing delicious pressure against it.

I whimpered when he moved it up and down, my head falling against to pillow. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my toes curled as he continued to palm me, creating a circular motion. I reached for him and pulled his head down so our lips could meet.

I reached for his erection, moving his hand away so I could grip it. He exhaled in my mouth as I stroke him gently. “Ah” he grunted when I picked up speed.

“Can I finger you?” he asked softly against my lips. I nodded quickly, brushing my tongue against his. I felt a sharp pinch and pressure as something spread me open between my legs. I shied away from it, manoeuvring further up the bed. “Come here” he whispered as he pulled me into his arms, his finger still inside me. He placed his lips to muffle my cries as he slowly moved it in and out. The pain dulled slowly and it got replaced my aching pleasure.

I opened my legs wider and accepted his tongue into my mouth, my body moving to meet the rhythm he created with his finger. “That’s my girl” he cooed as I accepted his finger eagerly, hungrily. I reached for his d**k again, spreading his pre-c*m over his length, stoking him; matching the rhythm of his finger. I felt something build inside me slowly, taking over my body.

“Jesse…” I cried as I cuddled closer to him, the feeling novel to me.

“It’s alright” he promised, his finger going faster. I began to breath irregularly as the feeling got more intense, spreading through my body. I fell over the edge when he rested his palm on my clit again, pulsing and squirming out of his hands as the world went dark and my body went limb.

When my eyes opened, he was smiling down at me, kissing me gently. I turned over in his lap, taking his length between my lips. “s**t…” he grunted sexily as I swallowed him. It was the first time I was doing this… well all of this. I owed him all of my pleasure, orgasms, and experience.

He held my hair, moving it out of my way. He watched as I licked and sucked him, and I watched him watch me. It was accelerating to see him like this and it was all because of me. His mouth opened slightly as I sucked on the head of him and his head fell back as I took all of him again. I continued this pattern, his hips rising off the bed as he collapsed and exploded into my mouth.

I swallowed without thinking and waiting for him to recover. When he opened his eyes, a wide smile appeared on his thin lips. He pulled me down beside him and kissed me, hard.

We lay in his bed, not saying again, just basking in the warmth of each other.

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We watched in silence as Matt sat on the log again like last night. This time Jesse brought food, claiming it might be a long night. We sat and ate, feeding each other. The images of last night running through my head every time our eyes met.

Ten minutes into waiting, I saw someone appear. It was hard to see who it was from afar but it was definitely a girl. When Matt noticed her, he stood to his feet and embraced her, putting his lips to hers. Something inside me fell… Jealousy…? Hurt…? Envy…? I couldn’t figure out what but seeing him kiss someone else did not sit right with me, but why?

Jesse began to laugh and my head snapped over to him. “What’s so funny?”

“The guy really has game. Both men and women want him.” Jesse appreciated.

I frowned at the thought, reaching to pack up the things. “Let’s go”

“Back to my room?” he asked suggestively.

I shook my head. “I think I’m going to sleep in my bed tonight.” I placed everything in the basket and handed it back to Jesse.

“That’s fine. It’s a bit small, but it does ensure we are close together”

“Alone” I muttered. I walked away towards the cabin without waiting for him, my feelings confusing me more than ever.

“Wait up” he called as he jogged behind me. “What’s wrong?” he asked, placing his arm around my waist.

“Nothing” I removed his arm, feeling like I was betraying him with my feelings for what I just saw.

“Okay, I’m sure this time I haven’t done anything” he muttered as he tried to keep up behind me. Before I could go into the cabin, he held my arm. “Wait, won’t you say good night?” he asked softly.

“Good night” I muttered the pain in my chest too much to handle.

“Amber” he breathed as he ran his fingers through his hair “You still have feelings for Matt, don’t you?”

“It’s not like that” I tried to defend.

“It’s fine, I get it. You like who you like. I won’t stand in the way of what you want. I’ll… just see you around then.” He muttered as he turned and walked away.

“No” I grumbled as I watched him leave me. I threw a small fit, the pain in my chest from before growing larger. What the hell did I just do! I wanted to run after him and apologize but my legs felt weak. Instead of walking to my room, I sat outside of Matt’s room and waited.

After about an hour, he finally entered into the cabin.

“Bambi?” he asked, unsure.

I rose to my feet and ran into his arms, resting my tear-stained face into his chest.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Jesse and I followed you and we saw you kissing a girl and I got jealous.” I whispered. He rubbed my back soothingly “And then Jesse noticed my reaction and obviously picked up on it and bumped me.” Saying it out loud made it worse.

I looked up into his face and pressed my lips to his, feeling relaxed but not satisfied. He kissed me back, pulling me close. “We like each other” he muttered when he pulled away. “It’s undeniable. But what we have is much too precious to throw away by getting in a relationship. I am not a monogamous person, and I don’t intend on being one until I’m thirty.”

“And I want Jesse” I cried, my arms around his neck. “But why did I feel that way?”

“You’re use to having my attention every second or every minute. Seeing me with someone else, friend or not, made you upset. And granted, I didn’t tell you about it. You will have to learn to share, Bambi.” He stared down at me sympathetically.

“But I don’t want to!” I refused as if I was twelve.

“You have to learn to, or you’ll lose Jesse.”

“I already lost him” I wept as I walked to my room, and lay in my bed. I pulled out my phone and stared down at it; no missed calls, no text messages. I waited another thirty minutes before I messaged him.

Me: Can we talk about this?

Jesse: There is nothing to talk about. Get some sleep; we have the junior tournaments tomorrow.

Me: can I come over?

Jesse: Good night.

I stared at the text for a good twenty minutes, until I finally gave up and went to bed.