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Jason let out a cute squeak as you pushed him against the back of the cabin. “(Y/N), what are you—?” His question was cut off as you kissed him. Jason groaned, his body sagging and his hands reaching out to grab your waist. Even as he returned the kiss, you could feel the confusion simmering under his skin.
When you pulled away so you could kiss his neck, Jason started babbling again. “What’s gotten into you?” he panted.
You hushed him softly. “You’ll get us caught,” you purred.
You felt his throat bob as he swallowed hard. “Why are you doing this?” he asked in a whisper.
You smiled. Ah, so he didn’t want to be caught. “Because I want you, Jason.” You nipped his neck, making him inhale sharply, and pulled back to look at him.
Jason blinked at you, clearly trying to comprehend what you just said. “You want… me?”
“Yeah…?” You laughed. “Is that news to you?”
“Uh…” Jason licked his lips, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. “Yeah, actually,” he said. “I didn’t know you… liked me.”
“Jason.” You stared at him. “Are you being serious right now?”
“Yes!” You shushed him again, and he repeated himself in a whisper. “You really…? Me?”
“Are you asking me if I really want you?” you mused. You crowded him back against the cabin wall. “Yeah, Jason, I do.”
“Oh,” he breathed. “Wow.”
You placed your hand on his chest, sliding it lower until your fingers dragged against where his shirt was tucked into his shorts. “Do you want me, too?” you asked.
“Well… yes, but I—“
You shushed him again and kissed him, sliding your hand to palm the front of his shorts. Jason moaned into your mouth, and you could feel his cock twitch. You smiled. “Then, what’s the problem?”
Jason sighed. “We could get caught,” he croaked.
“Oh, who’s gonna care?” you mused. “It’s just the other counselors here.” You leaned in to kiss his neck again. “They might even think you’re cool if they find out we’ve hooked up.”
“Is that what you want? You want to hook up?” asked Jason, a nervous timbre in his voice.
“Do you… not want to do that?” you asked in return, blinking at him.
“No, no, that’s not what I’m saying.“ Jason swallowed hard. “I just, um… I’ve never…”
You tried not to gawk at him. “You’ve never… hooked up with someone?” you finished for him.
Jason turned bright red and he covered his face with both of his hands. “I know,” he groaned, “It’s pathetic.”
“No, Jason, it’s not pathetic,” you cooed, pushing his hands away so you could cup his face. “It’s… sweet.”
“Really?” Jason blinked up at you, his eyebrows furrowed sadly. “It doesn’t bother you?”
“That you’re a virgin?” you asked, biting back a smile. “No, Jason, I don’t really care.” You squeezed his face. “I want to fuck you, regardless.”
His cheeks reddened again, his eyes widening. “Really?” he croaked.
You grinned and kissed him again. Jason kissed you back with more force this time, clearly much more into it now that you knew his virginity was intact and didn’t care. You rubbed him through his shorts, loving the feeling of him hardening against your hand. “Do you wanna fuck me, Jason?” you murmured in his ear.
“Y-Yes,” he gasped, bucking against your hand. “I just…”
“Just what, baby?” you purred.
“I can’t say I imagined my first time being outside,” he admitted with a little laugh.
You hummed softly, mulling that over. “I’ll tell you what.” You kissed his neck one last time before lowering yourself to your knees in front of him. “We’ll hold off on the fucking,” you suggested. “And I’ll blow you instead. How’s that sound?”
“Fuck,” he breathed, the first time you’d ever heard him curse. “Really?” Jason’s hand shook as he carded it through your hair.
“Mhm,” you hummed sweetly.
“Why would you…?”
“Because I want your dick in my mouth?” You let out a little laugh. “It’s really that simple.” You leaned in and brushed your lips over his bulging shorts.
“O-Oh!” Jason let out a shaky little laugh in return. “That’s… Wow, okay. If you say so.” His head hit the back of the cabin, his eyes falling shut as he pushed his hips forward enough to press his erection a little harder against your lips.
You reached for his belt. “Can I?” you asked.
“S-Sure,” he consented with a nod.
You undid his belt and fly, pulling his shorts down to his ankles. Then, you tugged his undies down, exposing his cock. You took it in your hand, fighting a smile. He was surprisingly big, but nerdy guys like him usually were. He clearly did not need to compensate for anything. You looked up at him and noticed him staring at you. “Are you okay?” you asked.
He nodded quickly. “Just, um—“ Jason swallowed hard. “I can’t believe this is happening,” he croaked.
“Believe it, baby,” you cooed. You leaned in and licked from base to tip, savoring the way his breath hitched and his mouth dropped open. You took him into your mouth, careful not to scrape your teeth against his shaft, and hollowed your cheeks.
“Oh, God—“ Jason gasped, his hips bucking slightly. “S-Sorry.”
You pulled off to assure him it was fine before starting to bob slowly on his cock. You held onto his thighs, digging your nails lightly into the thick muscles and relishing the feeling. There was something about Jason that cultivated an almost violent affection inside you. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to hug him or tear him to pieces. Maybe both.
“That feels—“ He inhaled sharply and let out a whiney moan that went straight to your core. “—really good.”
You pulled off and licked him from base to tip again, looking up at him as you did. Jason worried his bottom lip between his teeth and strands of hair were hanging in front of his eyes as he watched you take his cock back into your mouth. His cheeks were flushed a pretty pink color, and his eyes looked even bluer than normal. You moaned around him.
“I’m not—“ Jason huffed out an embarrassed laugh. “I’m not going to last very long if you keep looking at me like that.”
A twinge of satisfaction made you moan around him again. The heat welling up in your body was overwhelming, and you slid your hand in your shorts, surprised at how wet you were just from blowing him.
Jason bucked into your mouth and cursed, nearly making you gag. “I’m so close,” he panted.
You grabbed his hand with your free hand and guided it to the back of your head, urging him to use you as he wished. Jason, ever the sweetheart, carefully gathered your hair in his hand, more of a helping hand than a forceful one. He let you keep going at your own pace, though he did use his grip to urge you to take even more of him into your mouth. You tried not to gag as you felt him touch the back of your throat, and you looked up at him with teary eyes.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he marveled. Jason bit back another moan as you hollowed your cheeks again. “Can I…? In your mouth?”
You hummed your agreement.
Jason’s hold in your hair tightened as he began to fuck your mouth in earnest. You took your hand out of your shorts, holding onto his thighs again to keep yourself stable. All it took was a few thrusts, and then he was cumming in your mouth, letting out the prettiest sound you had ever heard. You needed to hear him make that noise again as soon as possible. You shut your eyes as you focused on swallowing, and Jason’s grip turned into a gentle stroke as he carded his hand through your hair. You pulled off him once he was spent and gave one last kiss to his tip before helping him pull his shorts up.
You stood and stretched, wincing slightly at the pain in your knees; totally worth it. “Was that okay?” you asked.
Jason paused in the act of buckling his belt. “Are you kidding?”
“No?” You laughed. “I wanna know.”
“(Y/N), that was…” Jason shook his head, awe evident on his face. “That was incredible,” he finished. Once his clothing was righted, he ran his hand through his hair, pushing back those strands that had so cutely fallen across his forehead.
You grinned. “Yeah?” You stepped closer to him, once again backing him up against the cabin wall. “Wanna do it again sometime?”
“W-We shouldn’t,” he said, his eyes darting around to make sure you remained out of sight. “But…” Jason’s gaze landed on your lips, his tongue peeking out to wet his own. “Yes,” he breathed. “I want to. Really badly.”
“Do you want to do more with me, Jason?” you purred.
He nodded quickly.
You leaned in and kissed him, loving the way he melted against you. “Do you wanna touch me?” you murmured against his lips.
“God, yes,” he gasped.
You quickly undid your fly and grabbed his hand, guiding it into your panties. His fingers slid between your labia, and Jason sucked in a breath. “Do you feel how wet you make me?” you asked, leaning in to kiss his neck. “That’s all because of how much I want you, Jason.”
“Fuck,” Jason murmured, a shiver running through his body. He kissed you, his touches becoming exploratory as he worked his hand deeper into your shorts. He found your entrance and prodded it lightly before sliding a finger into you. You whined against his lips and urged him to slide it in even deeper. You rocked against his hand desperately.
Jason pulled his hand away as one of the counselors called his name from somewhere far away. When you whined again, he kissed you apologetically. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I would keep going, but I need to go.”
“Okay,” you replied, trying not to sound too glum.
Jason hesitated for a moment, and then said, “Come to my cabin tonight.”
You smiled. “Really?”
“Be careful,” he warned. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
“I’ll be so careful,” you assured him.
“Come after lights out,” Jason advised. He looked in the direction of the counselor calling his name again. “I gotta go.” He gave you one last quick parting kiss, and then jogged away.
In an effort not to raise suspicion, you went in the opposite direction, buttoning your fly as you headed towards the archery range. You tried not to look too giddy, but it was impossible to tamp down your joy. Thankfully, the range was empty, so you were able to do a little happy dance in peace, squealing to your heart’s content.
When you returned to the other counselors sunbathing on the shore of the lake, most of whom were stoned out of their gourds, none of them seemed to notice or care that you were gone. Chris was thoughtful enough to ask, “Where were you?” You got the feeling it was more out of politeness than genuine interest.
“Archery range,” you answered, not exactly lying. “Where’s Claire?”
“She went out looking for Jason,” Chris replied, turning back to the sandcastle he was building near Shannon’s seat. “Needed to ask him a question.”
Ah, so that’s who interrupted you.
“Interesting that you and Jason happen to be gone at the same time,” Ezra observed, tilting his sunglasses down to look at you.
“Mm, no?” You gave him a puzzled smile, pretending not to understand what he was hinting at.
“Maybe they just both had things to do,” Demi mused beside Ezra. “On totally different sides of the camp.”
“It’s a big camp,” you agreed, not sure why Demi was taking your side.
“Not that big,” Ezra scoffed, pushing his sunglasses up. Taking his silence as a dismissal, you rolled your eyes and went to go sit on the dock.
Bobby was already at the end of the dock, so you sat beside him, taking off your shoes and socks so you could soak your feet in the lake. Bobby greeted you with a head nod before going back to squinting at the water.
“Excited for camp?” you asked.
“I guess,” he said. “Seems like a lot of responsibility.”
“Eh, you’ll do fine,” you assured him. “Besides, you’ve been here, like, every summer. Not likely old Pineway is going to pull out any new tricks.”
“I guess that’s true,” he agreed. Bobby looked at you thoughtfully. “Are you excited?”
“Not really,” you admitted. “I mostly took this gig so I could—“ You cut yourself off before you could finish your sentence. Bobby did not need to know that you took the counselor job so you could spend time with Jason again.
“So you could, what?” he asked.
“Nevermind,” you sighed. “It’s stupid.”
“Aw, c’mon.” Bobby nudged you. “Don’t be a tease.”
You smiled. “I’ll be a tease if I want,” you mused. “It’s my God-given right.”
“You weren’t here last summer,” Bobby said suddenly. “How come?”
You sighed, scrubbing at your face with your hands. “S’complicated,” you answered unhelpfully. Last summer had been Hell, and camp had been the last thing on your mind, even though your ever-lasting crush on Jason still beat painfully in your chest; but, the past was the past, and this summer was going to be the best summer ever. It already was, with your plan in motion exactly as you dreamt it.
“Yeah,” said Bobby with an understanding nod. “Well, I’m glad you’re back.”
“Thanks, Bobby.” You smiled and nudged his shoulder with yours. “Glad to be back.”
The two of you sat in comfortable silence, soaking in the sun while the cold water lapped softly at your calves. Once you felt warmed all the way through, you took your feet out of the water.
“You’re leaving?” Bobby sounded disappointed.
“Got to,” you confirmed. “I’ve got chores to do before the bonfire tonight.”
“Aw man, who cares about that?” he whined.
“You’ll care, if you don’t get your s’mores,” you teased. You patted Bobby’s head and scooped up your shoes and socks before you headed back to the beach.
“Getting cozy with Bobby now, too, are we?” Ezra remarked as you walked past.
“Mind your business, you fastidious queen,” you said dryly, not even bothering to look at him.
Demi laughed while Ezra scoffed, and Miley leaned in to ask, “What does fastidious mean?” as you walked away, heading towards the mess hall.
The grass was soft underneath your feet, even with the summer sun baking it to a crisp in some areas. Insects buzzed in the trees and a breeze tugged at your hair pleasantly. You were reminded of the number one reason you were at Pineway— the blissful pastoral atmosphere. Since it was the counselors’ weekend, the peace was unbroken, the air empty of children’s delighted screams. You took a deep breath, humming as your nose filled with the scent of pine. It was good to be back at camp.
You entered the mess hall and sat at one of the tables to put your shoes back on. You were alone, which wasn’t unusual. You tended to wander off, whereas the other counselors clung to each other and moved as a unit. You liked a team mentality, but sometimes they got too much for you. You wondered briefly if that was why you liked Jason so much. He had much more of a leader mentality, and was unafraid to go against the pack, even if the other counselors bullied him for it sometimes. You admired Jason’s inability to be anything other than himself.
Also, he was fucking hot.
Shoes and socks donned, you headed to the kitchen to make sure you had all the supplies necessary for the bonfire. You scrounged up the skewers for the marshmallows from a supply closet, and nearly dumped them all on the ground as you bumped into Jason on your way out of said closet.
“Gosh, I’m sorry, (Y/N),” he said. “I saw the door was open, so I—“
“No worries, Jason,” you interrupted gently, moving around him to place the skewers on the kitchen counter. “What’re you up to?”
“Looking for you, actually,” Jason answered with a nervous smile. “The others said you’d be in here.”
“…Uh-huh.” You tried to fight the wave of nerves that threatened to nauseate you. “Everything okay?” you asked tentatively.
“Yeah!” His smile turned reassuring. “Yes, I just, um—“ Jason laughed, rubbing the back of his head. “I felt bad that we got interrupted.”
Oh, good. He wasn’t there to tell you that you had made a horrible mistake earlier. Your nausea subsided. “What did Claire want, anyway?”
“If I’m perfectly honest with you, I’ve already forgotten,” he admitted with a bashful smile. “My mind was… elsewhere.”
“Yeah? Where, exactly?” you teased, stepping into his personal space.
Jason’s gaze flickered over your body, his cheeks tinting red. “I think you know,” he answered vaguely.
“Sure, but I wanna hear you say it,” you purred. You leaned in to murmur in his ear. “I’d love to hear that you were so busy thinking about my pussy that you couldn’t pay attention to anything else.”
Jason let out a soft groan and tilted his head back. “I can’t take it when you talk like that,” he admitted weakly.
“Why are you here, Jason?” you asked. When he didn’t immediately answer, you rolled your eyes and went to the pantry to get the s’mores ingredients. You just barely stopped yourself from bumping into him again as you turned to leave the pantry. “Stop doing that,” you scolded.
“I’m sorry.” Jason took the ingredients from your arms and brought them to the counter for you. He followed you around as you gathered the other food items for the bonfire— hot dogs, chips, condiments, vegan options for Miley, etc. A quick glance out the window showed the sun lowering in the sky, and you were glad you went to the kitchen when you did.
You dragged a cooler from the supply closet and filled it with ice from the ice machine. Jason helped you put the ingredients in the cooler, and then he helped you lug the cooler to the bonfire site. Maybe he just wanted to help you? It wasn’t like being helpful was uncharacteristic for him.
Ari and Mike were already at the bonfire site, building up the wood and chopping more when needed. Chris and Bobby were there, too, moving tables and chairs around. “Where are the girls?” you asked.
“They’re with Ezra, getting ready,” Chris informed you.
You tried not to roll your eyes. You had a lot of respect for your other female counselors, but it seemed a bit silly to get ready for an event when you had already been around the group of people all day. Then again, the idea of changing into something else wasn’t necessarily unappealing, nor was the idea of having fun with the gals. You internally cringed. Saying things like “having fun with the gals” was exactly why the gals did not invite you to have fun.
“Can I have a s’more now?” Bobby asked, sidling up next to you as you laid out the food items on a picnic table.
“No,” you mused. “You can wait until after hot dogs.”
“Aw, what?” Bobby gave you his best puppy dog eyes, sticking his lower lip out in a pout. “Please?”
You were heavily tempted to fold. You sighed through your nose and dug a marshmallow out of the bag. “No s’more, but I guess you can have a marshmallow,” you allowed.
“Yes,” he cheered, taking the sweet and popping it in his mouth. “You’re the best, (Y/N),” Bobby mumbled happily with his mouth full.
You grinned. “Uh-huh.” Your eyes landed on Jason, and he quickly looked away, his mouth twisted in a grimace. You had never seen him look so grumpy before. Was he… jealous? Surely not.
The girls and Ezra arrived at the bonfire just as Mike and Ari got it lit. The flames built into a steady roar, and you all applauded. You handed out hot dogs on skewers for everyone to roast, and you made sure to stand next to Jason as you cooked your hot dog.
“You okay?” you asked softly.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he assured you, though his tone was a little off. Jason wouldn’t look at you, instead fixated on the fire. He wasn’t paying very good attention, though, and his hot dog caught on fire, charring the end pretty badly. “Dang it,” he hissed as he pulled it from the fire.
“Here, switch with me.” You didn’t give him a chance to agree before you delicately snatched the skewer from his hand and handed him yours, which was cooked to perfection.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he said, though it was obvious he was touched.
“Sure I did. As camp cook, I need to look out for the dietary needs of my staff,” you mused. “And you needed a charless hot dog.”
“Well, as camp leader—“
“Not a real title,” you reminded him with a grin.
Jason let out a cute little huff that made you laugh. You left him to go prepare your hot dog, humming softly to yourself. You were about to take a bite when Bobby approached you looking glum. “What’s wrong?” you asked.
“I burned my hot dog,” he sighed. Bobby showed you the skewered dog, and it was charred even worse than Jason’s; honestly, you were surprised it didn’t crumble off the skewer.
“How the fuck…?”
“I don’t know,” he lamented. “Can you help?”
You sighed and handed him the hot dog you had already made, getting another to cook for yourself. You plucked Bobby’s skewer from his hands, ignoring his thanks, and went back to your spot next to Jason.
“What happened to your—?”
“I’m too nice,” you said in lieu of explanation.
“I know the feeling,” he sighed.
That made you smile. “You certainly do,” you agreed.
You roasted your hot dog in silence, listening to the other counselors chatter to each other. Mike seemed to hold everyone captive with a story you were 99% sure didn’t happen. The exception seemed to be Bobby, who did not hide his distaste for Mike at all. It was rather amusing to you. You didn’t like to be involved in drama, but you did enjoy watching it play out among other people. You wondered if they would fight at any point during the summer. The stink eye Bobby was giving Mike made you think it was definitely possible.
Once everyone had eaten, you handed out the materials for s’mores. You had to assure Miley that the marshmallows were vegan before she would toast it, but otherwise the s’mores went off without a hitch. It was hard to mess up a classic. Soon, everyone was full and happy, and you were ready to go to bed.
Well… Jason’s bed.
“I’m heading out,” you announced, and were booed loudly.
“Don’t be lame,” Shannon called.
“Do you want breakfast in the morning?” you asked. The booing stopped immediately. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Goodnight.”
The counselors bade you goodnight. As you walked past him, Bobby popped up from his seat. “Let me walk you to your cabin,” he offered.
You smiled wryly. “Alright,” you agreed.
“Really?” He smiled brightly and nearly tripped on the log he had been sitting on. “Awesome.”
Before you left, you glanced back at Jason and found him looking at you with sad eyes. You blew a kiss to him, startling the sadness out of him and making him smile.
You were grinning as you walked to your cabin, Bobby trailing along a little awkwardly beside you. “So, uh, you like to cook?” he asked.
You snorted. “Yeah,” you said. “Mostly.”
“Mostly?” he repeated, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“Cooking’s fine,” you clarified. “It’s just a job. It’s not like it’s my great passion or anything.”
“Oh.” Bobby sounded disappointed. “What is?”
“I shouldn’t say,” you teased. “I’m afraid it’s not camp appropriate.”
“O-Oh,” Bobby repeated with big eyes. “…Really?”
You laughed. “I’m fucking with you, Bobby.” You lightly pushed his arm. “Do you take everything so seriously?”
“I don’t take anything seriously,” he mused. “But you seemed serious.”
“Uh-huh, sure.” You stopped in front of your cabin. It hadn’t taken long to get there; if you looked hard enough, you could see the glow of the bonfire through the trees. “We’re here.”
Bobby looked nervous as he rocked back on his heels, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “We are,” he agreed.
“Thanks for walking me,” you mused.
“Yeah, yeah, of course.” His head bobbed geekily as he nodded. Bobby fiddled with the puka shell necklace around his neck. “I, uh…”
You smiled. “Did you need something?”
“I was wondering if you, um…” Bobby swallowed hard. He took his hands out of his pockets and rubbed his palms against his thighs. “Wanted to…?”
Everything suddenly became very clear. Bobby had a little crush on you. How cute! Although, you hated that Ezra had been right with his bitchy comment from before. “Aw, Bobby, did you want to kiss me?” you cooed. “That’s so cute.” You patted his chest. “But, no, thank you. Maybe some other time.”
“Oh! Yeah, sure.” Another deep nod. “No problem. Goodnight, (Y/N),” he said. Bobby turned quickly and walked away without waiting for you to say goodnight back. You felt bad that he was clearly embarrassed, but you also didn’t want to jeopardize your budding… thing with Jason.
You waited for Bobby to be out of sight, and then you headed for Jason’s cabin, just a few doors down. You let yourself in and plopped onto his bed, kicking your sneakers off before you stretched out. His bed was perfectly made, with hospital corners and everything, and you enjoyed getting to mess it up a little. pushing the covers back. You felt the urge to snoop through his things, but you pushed it down.
You didn’t have to wait very long for Jason to leave the bonfire. He jumped when he opened the door and saw you waiting for him on his bed. “You’re here,” he breathed, clutching his chest.
“Sorry I scared you,” you said with a half smile as you sat up.
“No, no, it’s okay,” Jason assured you, shutting the door behind him. He joined you on the bed. Jason fidgeted awkwardly, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Did you, um… are we still…?”
“Are we still going to have sex?” you finished.
Jason flushed and nodded. “Yes,” he croaked.
“Do you want to?” You scooted close enough that your thigh pressed against his. “I do.”
He nodded again, swallowing hard. “I… Yeah, I really want to,” he said. Jason’s gaze flickered down to your lips, and you bridged the space so you could kiss him. “I wasn’t sure if you would come,” he admitted.
“Why not?” You kissed his cheek and then urged his head back so you could kiss his neck.
“I thought… You let Bobby walk you, so…” Jason puffed out a little laugh. “It’s stupid,” he said wryly. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” you cooed. “No shame in being a little jealous.” You nipped the base of his neck. “It’s kinda cute,” you admitted. “But I promise, you do not need to be jealous.”
“O-Oh?” Jason breathed.
“I want you, Jason,” you said, putting a little bit of whine in your voice. You kissed him on the lips. Jason reached out to you, placing one hand on your lower back and the other hand on your thigh. You moaned encouragingly into his mouth.
You stretched out onto your back, and Jason laid on his side next to you, his hand on your thigh sliding up higher. “Please touch me,” you begged.
He nodded quickly, his breath leaving him in a rush. Jason undid the fly of your shorts, and once you wiggled out of them, he slid his hand carefully over your covered mound. He scanned your body and bit his lip. “You’re so beautiful,” he marveled.
“H-Have you ever done something like this?” you asked gently.
Jason shook his head. “No, um… This is my first time.”
“Do you want me to… show you?” you offered, trying very hard not to embarrass him.
Jason smiled gratefully. “Yes, please,” he said.
You covered his hand with yours and urged him to rub you through your underwear. You rocked your hips to meet him, grinding against his fingers. “Kiss me,” you pleaded.
Jason inhaled sharply and nodded. His kiss had enough passion behind it that you shivered, a wave of heat rolling through you and making you gasp. “You’re…” he groaned softly, “you’re so fucking hot.”
You smiled. “I like it when you curse,” you mused. “It’s sexy.”
“Yeah?” Jason smiled. He was so cute.
Unable to resist, you grabbed his face and pulled him into another kiss. You rolled your hips, your arousal increasing your impatience. You guided his hand into your panties, and Jason’s breath hitched as his fingers dipped inside you. He moaned, the sound making your pussy clench. “Oh my God,” he breathed. Jason slowly slid two fingers into you. Because he was pressed against your side, you could feel him shaking, though whether it was from nerves or unbridled arousal, you couldn’t tell.
“You’re doing so good,” you praised, in case it was nerves. “God, Jason, you fill me up so well—“
Jason whined, kissing you hard as he started to thrust his fingers in and out of you, the speed set by your hand wrapped around his wrist. Jason rocked his hips, subtly enough that you weren’t sure he was doing it on purpose, grinding against your thigh as he fingered you. His breath left him in little puffs through his nose. You opened your eyes just enough to see that his were screwed shut. So cute…
You coaxed Jason to relax a little bit and slipped your tongue into his mouth. He moaned. He was so reactive; it was doing things to you. You rolled your hips, your walls fluttering around his fingers, and let out a little whine. “I want you, Jason,” you said. “I want your cock in me.”
Jason’s hips stuttered and he gasped. “Oh, God…” He panted harshly, his head falling against your shoulder. “I’m sorry. I just—“ He let out a little laugh. “Um.”
You couldn’t help it— you laughed. “Aw, baby,” you cooed, “you just came?” You bit your bottom lip to hold back another laugh.
“Don’t laugh,” he whined. Before he buried his face in your neck, you could see his cheeks were bright red.
“I’m sorry, Jason, I just—“ You looked away, covering your mouth.
“I’m sorry—“
“No, no,” you interrupted, “don’t be sorry! I think it’s sweet. I mean, God, I haven’t even touched you…”
“It’s pathetic, isn’t it?” He looked up at you with pleading eyes, and you melted immediately; how could you not?
“No, baby,” you assured him. “It’s not. Actually, I think it’s hot.”
Jason seemed stunned by this. “What?”
You grinned. “I’m supposed to think a man being so turned on by touching me that he cums in his pants is… bad?” You tutted and shook your head. “That’s, like, my biggest dream. Speaking of which—“ You rolled your hips, reminding him that he still had two fingers buried inside you. “Can we keep going?”
“Yeah, of course,” he said quickly, nodding. Jason started to move his hand again, his eyes tracking over your body as you shivered and bucked against him. “I still can’t believe you’re letting me do this,” he admitted breathlessly. “You’re so—“ He cut himself off, much to your disappointment, but he did it by kissing you, so you couldn’t be too upset.
You were so close. Your breath came out in pants and you rolled your hips to meet each thrust of his fingers. Little whines bubbled up from your throat before you could stop them. “Jason,” you keened against his lips.
“I love hearing you say my name,” he groaned. “Are you close? You’re squeezing me so tight…”
You nodded quickly, biting your lower lip to keep from crying out. “I’m gonna cum,” you gasped. “Oh, fuck, Jason, do you want me to cum on your fingers?”
“Please,” begged Jason. “I’ll do whatever you need me to do, you just gotta tell me, sweetheart.”
“Just like that, baby,” you encouraged. “You’re doing so good—“ You moaned and arched your back, planting your feet so you could fuck yourself on Jason’s fingers. Your body spasmed as the knot in your stomach broke and your orgasm hit, and you cried out, gripping his wrist so tightly that you heard him hiss in pain.
When your body stopped quaking, you relaxed against him and panted. Jason carefully extracted his fingers from you, making you shiver. “God,” you breathed. “That was good.”
Jason smiled. “Yeah?”
You rolled onto your side and pulled him into a kiss. When you slung your leg over his hip to get closer, you could feel his erection pressing against you. “Are you… hard again?”
“You’re really hot,” he mumbled in explanation.
“Oh my God, you’re perfect.” You sat up and made him scoot so you could straddle him properly. You couldn’t sit up as far as you wanted to, on account of nearly bonking your head against the top bunk, but you propped yourself up enough that you could roll your hips. Jason whimpered, the sound shooting right through you. “I need to fuck you,” you begged. “Please, can I?”
Jason swallowed hard and nodded. “S-Sure, if you want,” he answered with a shy smile.
You fumbled briefly with his belt before managing to undo it and his fly, too. You huffed softly as you pushed up his shirts, frustrated that he was wearing so many clothes. “Take these off,” you ordered.
“Yes, ma’am,” Jason laughed. He sat up, making you sit back on his thighs, and shrugged off his over-shirt and then his t-shirt. The minute his chest was bare, you pushed him back down again so you could pepper kisses to his shoulders and chest. You groped him eagerly, far too excited to be able to touch his bare skin. Jason inhaled sharply as you bit his pectoral. “What was that for?” he whined.
“You’re just so…” You licked your lips. “…chewable.”
“Huh?”
“Nevermind.” You got off him long enough to tug his shorts and undies down, tossing them on the floor before you wriggled out of the rest of your clothes. If you were going to take Jason’s virginity, you may as well go all in, right?
“Oh my God,” Jason breathed as he took in the sight of you. “You are so beautiful.”
You felt your cheeks heat up, and then you felt silly for blushing. “Thank you,” you mumbled. You climbed back onto him, sighing happily as you felt his cock bob against you. You leaned down to kiss him, settling against his chest to give him a moment to adjust to the newness of the situation. When you felt enough time had passed (or maybe just when your impatience got to be too much), you asked, “Still good to go?”
“Only if you are,” he answered.
“Oh, baby, I am so good to go.” You rocked your hips, angling them so the head of his cock pressed against your entrance. Just the blunt pressure of him was enough to send shivers of pleasure running up your spine. You worked him in slowly with little bounces of your hips. Jason rested his hands on your waist, his fingertips digging lightly into your skin as he fought to control himself.
“You’re so big,” you whined— partially just to see how he would react, but partially because it was true. You felt so full. You had to be still for a few moments to adjust, trying not to claw at his chest as your walls spasmed around him.
“Oh, my God,” Jason gasped, his eyes screwing shut. “You feel so good, I can’t…”
“You can, baby, you can, just breathe through it,” you cooed.
Jason took a deep breath, his eyes still shut tight, as if he could block out the pleasure coursing through his body. His eyebrows furrowed, and he was clearly focusing very hard on not cumming too soon… again.
“You’re doing so good—“
Jason shushed you, making you laugh in shock and delight.
“Did you just shush me?” you marveled.
“You’re making this really hard,” he whined. Jason opened his eyes, and then shut them again just as quickly. “I can’t even look at you, because you’re so beautiful and it’s driving me crazy.”
You melted against him, kissing him to contain the laughter that threatened to bubble up from your chest. Jason sighed through his nose and used his grip on your waist to keep you snug against him. You rocked your hips subtly, needing to move before the feeling of being filled overwhelmed you. Jason whimpered against your lips. When you slid your tongue into his mouth, he bucked his hips, making you moan.
Your impatience got the better of you. Altruism be damned, you needed to bounce on it. You sat up and began to ride him in earnest. You rested your hand on his chest, feeling his heart pound against your palm, and carded your fingers through his chest hair.
Jason finally opened his eyes, and he watched you ride him, utterly enraptured by the way your body moved. His lips, stained a pretty pink from all the kissing, were parted and his pupils were blown wide.
“So pretty,” you cooed, reaching out to drag your thumb across his bottom lip. “You’re sooo pretty, Jason.”
“Th-thank you,” he croaked, his cheeks reddening.
“Doing okay?”
He nodded quickly. “Doing great,” Jason assured you.
“Good,” you purred. You leaned down to kiss him. Jason was quick to wrap his arms around you to keep you pressed against him. You moaned into his mouth as he bucked into you, and he did it again. “That feels so good,” you gasped.
“Can we flip?” he breathed. “I wanna…” He trailed off, catching his bottom lip between his teeth.
You smiled. “Wanna what, Jason?”
Jason swallowed hard. “I want to fuck you. Really fuck you.” One of his hands slid down to grab your ass, making you let out a delighted laugh. “Not that this isn’t great,” he said hurriedly. “I mean, God, you’re incredible—”
You kissed him to shut him up. “Yeah,” you purred. “We can flip.” You climbed off of him and laid beside him, coaxing him to move on top of you.
Jason slotted himself between your legs and carefully pushed back into you. “Oh, my God,” he breathed, his chin falling against his chest. “How are you real?”
“You’re too sweet.” You reached out and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss as you wrapped your legs around him. Jason started to move, slow thrusts that made shivers run through your body. “So good,” you whimpered.
“Yeah?” The smile on his face made your heart hammer in your chest. “Am I doing okay?” he asked shyly.
You nodded quickly. “I want more, please,” you whined. “Harder, Jason.”
Jason’s breath hitched and he changed his position a bit so he could pull you into every thrust, pushing even deeper inside you. “Is this better?”
“Yes,” you gasped, arching your back. “Fuck, that’s so good, Jason.”
Jason moaned. “If you keep talking like that, I won’t last much longer.”
“As long as you fuck me through it, I don’t really care,” you said with a smile.
He kissed you hard, moaning into your mouth as he sped up his thrusts. Each movement of his hips made the bunk shake, and you could feel the heat in your body building to a delicious crescendo. You snuck your hand down to rub your clit. “Fuck, Jason, I’m gonna cum,” you whined.
Jason gasped and dropped his head to your shoulder, giving you the perfect opportunity to thread your free hand in his hair. His lips skimmed over your shoulder. You arched your back, trying so hard to bite back the loudest of your noises, just in case any of the other counselors were around. It got to a point, though, where you just couldn’t find the energy to care, far too wrapped up in the way he was making you feel.
When Jason started begging for you to cum, you lost the small amount of restraint you had left. The knot in your tummy tightened to an unbearable degree, and then you were cumming, your pussy spasming around him. Jason cursed under his breath and pulled out, his cock twitching against your tummy as he came on you.
“A-Ah, sorry,” he panted.
You shook your head lazily. “Please don’t be sorry,” you said, also trying to catch your breath. “You did so good, Jason.” You coaxed him into a kiss, and he smiled against your lips.
Jason searched for something to clean you up with, deciding on his discarded t-shirt. “I needed to do laundry anyway,” he said with an awkward smile. Once he tossed the soiled shirt away, you tugged him down beside you and cuddled up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Oh!” Jason laughed. “I never thought you’d be so cuddly,” he admitted.
You kissed him instead of answering. Jason sighed happily through his nose and ran his hand up and down your back.
“Did you want to, um…?” Jason hesitated. “Maybe not.”
“What, baby?” you asked, combing your hand through his hair.
“Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to stay the night, but…” Jason grimaced. “You’re sharing a cabin with Demi, right? I don’t want her to worry about you.”
You snorted. “She’s not going to, I can promise you that.” You coiled one of his curls around your finger. “I’ll stay if you want me to,” you said.
“Really?” Jason grinned. “I would like that,” he said eagerly.
You couldn’t help but grin as well. You tried not to gush as you replied, “Me too.” You kissed him again, just a quick peck, before nuzzling into his neck. You ran your hand idly across his chest, feeling so pleased, you would be purring if you could. “I like you,” you hummed.
“I like you, too,” rasped Jason. “A lot.”
You grinned. “Yeah?”
“I’m still kind of in shock that you like me,” he admitted. “And are… attracted to me.”
“Do you need another demonstration of how attracted I am to you?” you mused, sliding your hand down to his tummy.
“Maybe,” Jason breathed. “Hard to say no when you ask me like that.”
You chuckled. “You’re so cute, Jason.” You kissed him, letting it linger as you slid your hand to his waist. “Go to bed so I can wake you up early,” you purred.
Jason grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”
His dorky cuteness was disgustingly captivating. You felt a wave of cute aggression and decided to pepper his face with kisses, making him giggle, which made the feeling even more intense. You gripped his face in your hands and squished his cheeks, making Jason raise his eyebrows in that cute, worried way he did sometimes. “I am going to do unspeakable things to you,” you promised.
Jason swallowed hard, his cheeks turning bright red. “Count me in,” he said, slightly muffled by the way you squeezed his face.
You laughed and released him. “Alright, for real now, go to sleep,” you ordered. Jason readjusted, pulling the covers over the both of you, and you rested your head on his shoulder. Jason wrapped his arm around you, keeping you in place as his breathing evened out. You must have tuckered him out, because it did not take long at all for him to fall asleep. You took the opportunity to observe him utterly relaxed, and you felt your heart squeeze as a wave of affection rushed over you. In the warm quiet of his cabin, it was almost too easy to imagine a future where you saw this every night, and you didn’t bother scolding yourself for such fancies. Jason was the sort of man you needed to hold on to, and you intended to.