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“Okay! Come on over!”
“Okay. On the count of three. One…”
Steph ran her fingers through her hair, a fruitless attempt to make herself look presentable. Nothing she could do would stop it from just looking wet. Oh well. He’s probably desperate enough not to care, right?
“Two…” continued Steph. She decided to let him make the final call.
For a moment, silence hung in the air of the boys’ washroom. Steph wondered if the boy had chickened out at the last moment. Maybe this wasn’t worth him getting in trouble. She wasn’t worth it.
“Three,” Pete finished. Steph heard the shower curtain to her right get hastily pushed aside, followed by a few quick footsteps. A hand grasped one side of her curtain, but it didn’t pull the fabric aside.
“Last chance to back out,” warned Pete from the other side. “I don’t blame you if you don’t… wanna do this.”
“You made it this far. Come on in, dude.”
Slowly, the curtain slid away from the wall, and in stepped a completely nude Peter Spankoffski. His eyes went wide at the sight of her, and it occurred to Steph that he may have never seen a naked body in person, other than his own.
“You’re… wow.” He rubbed his hands against his upper thighs, as if trying to put them in pockets that weren’t there.
She couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks.”
Steph took the opportunity to check him out for herself. She had already learned that he was shockingly muscular, so that fact was no longer a surprise. Still, Steph liked what she saw. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she added, earning a flustered-sounding chuckle.
He wasn’t as small as she thought it would be, either. Schoolyard rumours had earned him the nickname Micro-Peter; however, while he wasn’t exactly packing, his dick was a decent size. Not that it was much of a priority for Steph.
“So,” she prompted. “How far do you wanna go?”
“Ah.” Pete shifted his weight from one foot to the other and back again, considering her question. He responded after a few moments. “Well, we can’t go all the way. I highly doubt we have any access to contraceptives, given the nature of this camp.”
“What, you think I’ll give you an STD or something?” she teased.
“No!” Pete looked mortified for a second, before seemingly understanding that she was only kidding. “No, it’s just better to be safe than sorry. But, uh, beyond that I’m cool with anything. Uh, you-you should know, I’m a virgin. Not-Not that I think that’s a surprise or anything, but I only kind of know what I’m doing.”
I know, Steph stopped herself from saying. She didn’t want to discourage him, didn’t want him to think she considered that a con. A small part of her liked the idea of being his first. “You’re fine, dude. Do whatever you want, and if I don’t like it then I’ll stop you. Deal?”
He swallowed. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Here, you want me to start?” Steph reached out her hand.
“Okay.” Pete took it, and Steph pulled him under the shower head, leaning down to kiss him slowly and gently. She could hear Pete’s heart pounding as she allowed herself to hold him. She relished the taste of his lips and the tenderness of the moment. Pete was clearly inexperienced, but Steph could tell he was trying. He was a fast learner, too, and the kiss got better with every second.
Once they had been harmlessly pressing their lips together for a little while, Steph decided to push it further. She parted her lips, prompting Pete to do the same. She slid her tongue into his mouth. He made a little sound that vibrated in her throat, echoing in her brain and causing it to grow foggy. Pete’s own tongue danced with hers, and she felt his hands beginning to roam her body. She shuddered despite the warm water they were under. No one had ever touched her like this before. He moved slowly, deliberately, and Steph couldn’t stop the sound of pleasure that spilled from her lips. One of his hands eventually stopped on her tit and squeezed just slightly, as if asking for permission to do more. Steph dug her fingernails into his back.
“Yes,” she moaned into his mouth. She didn’t have to tell Pete twice. He kneaded her breast in his hand, the other tangling itself in her hair. Steph stumbled backwards, ending up against the wall, with Pete’s body pressed up against hers.
God, did she wish she’d brought protection. She’d considered sneaking in Plan B alongside her candy stash, but she’d gotten the idea in her head that her father would go through her bag and find it. It didn’t feel worth getting scolded at the time, but it sure as shit did now. Steph wanted Pete inside of her right the fuck now, but they had already established that was off the table. Still, she grinded her hips into his, earning a delicious little whimper from her partner. Even if he couldn’t dick her down until she was no longer capable of coherent thought, Steph at least wanted his hips on her. He bucked against her, right where she needed it, and she moaned again.
The hand that wasn’t massaging Steph’s tit had moved down to her opposite hip and was slowly making its way closer to her dripping pussy. Pete stopped just short of it, pulling back.
“Steph, I…” He hesitated.
“Say it.”
“I want to… Can I please finger you?”
Jesus Christ, she thought. He somehow made the filthy question sound so innocent and sweet.
“Fucking please.” Her response came way too quickly, but she wanted it too badly to care. Fast as lightning, Pete’s hand moved down to begin touching her.
“Woah, you’re really wet,” he blurted out.
Steph moved her head up to whisper in his ear. “All for you, baby.” She felt him push out a shaky breath.
Pete slowly slid his pointer finger in and then pushed it back out, in and out, in and out. Steph moaned against his shoulder, kissing and licking at it appreciatively.
“S’at good?” he asked.
“Fuck yeah…” she groaned out.
“Can I put another one in?”
“Yes, God, yes please…”
He happily obliged, switching off between pumping his fingers in and rubbing tight circles into her clit.
“Holy shit,” she murmured. “How… How are you doing that?” He had already told her he was inexperienced. Maybe he’d learned from watching porn? Or he’d done actual, legitimate research? That was so nerdy that it felt like it must be true.
“Just doin’… what I think… you'll like…” panted Pete. That was almost too much for Steph—almost—and she keened in pleasure.
Steph wasn’t too terribly promiscuous, but she’d had her fair share of flings before. She had been little more than a tool for their own uses, rather than her own person with her own needs. Hell, the only set of fingers that had been inside of Steph had been her own. But Pete seemed to care, much more than anyone else ever had. It seemed that every fibre of his being was dedicating itself to making Steph feel good. And goddamn, was it working. She grinded against his hand, and he moved his fingers faster in response.
Steph would have been happy if they stopped things there. Truly, she would have. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this good. But as Pete drew his fingers out, he had another offer for her.
“Steph?”
“Yeah, Pete?”
“There’s… something I wanna try, if you’re up for it. Please don’t say yes unless you’re a hundred percent on board, okay?”
“Okay.”
“You promise?”
This sounded serious. Steph was brimming with curiosity. “I promise.”
“Can I… go down on you?” The second half of the question was hardly more than a whisper.
She froze, not sure if she heard him right. “You want to go down on me?” she asked, trying to get confirmation.
“I don’t have to! Like I said, if you’re even a little bit doubtful, I won’t do it. I would hate to make you do something you don’t wanna do.”
“Peter.” Her use of his full name made him blink. “I have never wanted anything more in my fucking life.”
His jaw dropped. “Oh. Oh, wow, okay. You sure?”
“Yeah, I’m fucking sure. I don’t know how much more enthusiastic I could be about it.”
“Okay.” He nodded, looking like he was trying to hype himself up. “Okay! Do-Do we do it standing up, or…?”
“Nah, I’ll sit over there.” She gestured to a wooden bench built into the stall partition. “It’s easier that way.”
“Yeah, that makes more sense. Are-Are you ready now?”
“If you are.”
“I’m ready.”
Steph sat down on the bench, spreading her legs. Judging by Pete’s expression, though, she may as well have just opened the gates of Heaven. Pete sank to his knees as if about to pray—even though both of them knew what they were about to do was nowhere near holy. Steph couldn’t care less. No one but them would know. What happens in the bathroom, stays in the bathroom.
“Go on,” she said. “It’s all yours, if you want it.”
“Yes, Steph, I want it… I want it so bad.”
“Then come and get it.”
He crawled forward, stopping just short and staring up at her. Pete’s eyes sparkled, and the intensity of his gaze was making Steph’s heart do somersaults.
“You goin’ in or what?” she asked, trying to keep her tone light.
“Yeah, yeah, I just… God, Steph, you’re gorgeous, you know that?”
Of course she knew that. Steph was perfectly aware of how she was perceived, and she flaunted it. But this… the way Pete was looking at her, as if she was the only thing in the world… it was different somehow. It meant more.
“Thank you,” she whispered, barely audible over the still running water. Her voice returned to its normal volume. “Now, chop-chop, we don’t have all day.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Pete slammed his mouth shut instantly at the involuntary honorific, but Steph bit her lip. She didn’t hate being called that. She’d have to file that one away for later. Pete leaned forward until his nose was centimetres away from her awaiting pussy. Steph lifted her feet and dragged him in closer, digging her heels into his back. It was the final push Pete needed, and he finally buried his face inside her.
“Mmm…” she hummed in satisfaction. “Good boy.”
Pete made a sound that was muffled by her folds, but Steph could tell how much he liked that. He began lapping at her, slowly at first, before steadily speeding up, swirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves that was aching for him. It felt almost worshipful, the way he was ravishing her like it was his only purpose.
Pete gripped her thighs with his hands, and Steph pressed them against his skull. He made another sound that vibrated within her, turning her insides to mush. She thrust into his mouth, rubbing herself against his eager tongue. She buried her hands in his hair, gripping his curls like her life depended on it. Every thought in her brain was of Pete, and of how incredible he was making her feel.
It wasn’t long before Steph was close, and she didn’t hesitate to let Pete know.
“I’m gonna… Pete, is it okay if I…?” She knew she didn’t need him to let her, but it felt wrong to do it without warning. He couldn’t respond properly, but Steph felt him nod against her, and she figured it was permission enough. She released, sighing as she felt herself relax. Pete drank up every last drop, and Steph was more than happy to let him.
After what felt like both far too little and far too much time, Pete emerged, wiping his mouth and breathing heavily.
“Fuckin’ Hell… you sure you’ve never done that before, Spankoffski?”
Pete let out a breathy laugh. “I think I’d remember if I had.”
“I’m not exactly the most experienced there either,” she admitted. “But that was damn good, for both of our first times.”
“No one’s eaten you out before?”
“Nope.”
“Well, they’re missing out.”
And they’ll keep missing out. I never want anyone else to do that to me. But Steph didn’t say that out loud.
Instead, she responded by standing up and kissing him again. She could taste herself on his tongue, and while it wasn’t exactly pleasant she wasn’t about to stop. Pete melted into it, his arms going around her as if they had done this a thousand times. Maybe they would do it a thousand times. Steph certainly wouldn’t say no to that.
The innocence of the moment didn’t last, as Steph felt something poke against her leg. Pete was hard as a rock now, likely the result of both his previous actions and their current proximity. She felt a bit guilty for letting this go unacknowledged, and before she fully registered her own actions Steph’s hand snaked down to palm his dick.
Pete’s lips parted from hers, eliciting a soft whine of protest from Steph’s throat.
“Steph, you don’t-you don’t have to.”
“Don’t have to do what?” she asked innocently, continuing to rub him.
“You don’t—” He interrupted himself with a groan of pleasure, shallowly thrusting into her hand. “Don’t have to… t-ouch me. You don-don’t owe me anythin-guh…”
“I know. I want to, though. Do you not want me to?”
“No, no, I do!” he said hurriedly. “I… Fuck, that feels so good.”
“You don’t want me to stop, then?”
“Please don’t stop,” Pete begged her.
And who was Steph to deny a request like that? She kept pumping his cock in her hand, the precum dribbling from his tip making for an adequate enough lubricant. The little sounds that came from Pete’s mouth were nothing short of intoxicating. It was like the most beautiful music she’d ever heard, created by the cutest, most desperate musician she’d ever had the pleasure of hearing.
Steph lowered her head until her lips landed on his shoulder, kissing at it for a few moments before impulse took over. She took the skin between her teeth, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. Pete moaned, and Steph felt her knees go weak. She would pay real money to hear that sound again. She continued to nibble at his skin, and Pete continued to make the prettiest noises to ever grace her ears. She left a trail of love-bites that stopped just short of his neck, where she knew it would show once he had his stupid t-shirt back on. Allowing herself to mark him there would be leaving evidence of their escapade for anyone to see—and while she didn’t mind that, Steph knew that it would get him in trouble. She didn’t know what happened to kids who broke the rules, but there was a very real risk of them being separated. Her desire to get to do this again, with him, outweighed her desire to mark Pete as her own for everyone to see. Maybe someday, she found herself thinking wistfully. No, Steph, slow down. You’ve known him for two days.
“Steph…” he grunted. “Fuck, ‘m close… Can I…?”
“Go for it, gorgeous.” The pet name slipped out, but it seemed more than enough to send Pete over the edge. Steph kept massaging his cock as he came onto her hand.
“Steph… oh fuck, Steph… feels… mm, shit, feels so good…”
“There you go,” she praised him, kissing his ear. Steph remembered something he’d reacted to previously. “Good boy.”
“Guhh…” Pete looked dazed, and he all but collapsed against her.
“Shit, you okay?” asked Steph, alarmed.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” He regained his balance. “I’m… wow, that was amazing.”
“Was it really?” She highly doubted he’d never touched himself before; Hell, there was a whole rumour about surrounding that. Then again, maybe it was different when someone else did it. It certainly felt better when his hand had been inside her compared to her own
“Yeah! God, yeah.”
“Want me to do it again, then?”
Pete shook his head. “No, it’s okay. I think I’m all dried up,” he laughed.
She laughed too. “I didn’t mean now. Like, next time.”
“Next time?” echoed Pete.
“You didn’t think this’d be a one-time thing, did you?”
“I-I wasn’t sure,” he admitted. “I thought you just wanted to-to get off this once, to test the whole Lumber-Axe thing. Which is fine! I’m good with that! But, uh… you really want to do this again?”
Steph couldn’t help but chuckle. “Dude, you still think this is about Lumber-Axe?”
“Maybe! I dunno! That’s what you said before.”
“I guess that’s fair. Nah, man, I’ve wanted to do this since yesterday, before I even knew about that dumb myth. I like you, Pete. I wanna spend more time with you. In and out of the shower.”
His face was crimson. “I-I like you too, Steph.”
“I know,” she said cheekily, and he laughed.
“Was that a Star Wars reference?”
“I’ve never seen Star Wars.”
“Okay, that’s gonna have to change. If you wanna keep doing this, you’re gonna have to watch Star Wars with me.”
“Deal.” She would do anything to keep doing this.
“So, uh… Are we, like, dating, or is this just a casual thing?”
Steph wanted to make this easy. If it was casual, she wouldn’t be in danger of getting her heart broken. Maybe Pete would realise she wasn’t worth the risk of getting in trouble.
But she didn’t want it to be casual. This was about more than getting her rocks off, no matter how much she wanted it to be that simple. She could probably convince any of the guys at this camp to break the rules with her just like this. But she didn’t want any of the guys at this camp. She just wanted one. This one. This sweet, sexy little dork who was as infatuated with her as she was with him.
Steph wanted Pete. Even if it was just for the summer.
“We can give it a try,” she said finally. “We can’t really go on dates or anything, but no one can stop us from just hanging out. And we can keep doing stuff like this, as long as we’re super careful. Much as I’d love to do it every day, people’ll get suspicious.”
He blinked. “I… wasn’t expecting that.”
“What were you expecting?”
“I thought you’d want to end it here, so we wouldn’t get in trouble.”
“Why would I want that?”
“Uh, ‘cause I’m not worth it?” Pete said it like it was obvious, and it broke Steph’s heart.
“You’re worth it, Pete. This was the best sex I’ve ever had.” Not to mention how adorable and intelligent and hilarious you are. I don’t just want you for your body. I want you, all of you. Steph didn’t have the guts to say that out loud.
“Does it even count as sex, if there wasn’t any penetration involved?”
“It’s not not sex. I bet it would’ve set off our pal Lumber-Axe. Close enough, right?”
“I wouldn’t know. It was my first time.”
“Was it good?”
“Yes, oh my God. It was amazing.”
As they talked, Steph moved behind him and began rubbing shampoo into Pete’s hair. She felt him relax against her, sighing contentedly. Steph pressed chaste little kisses to his neck and his shoulders, and she smiled at the little giggles he gave in response.
“Sorry I couldn’t do more than this,” she told him. “This is all I can really do as far as aftercare.”
“Don’t be sorry. I almost like this more.”
“So you don’t want me to jack you off again?”
“Fuck off.” His tone didn’t hold a modicum of malice.
“There’s so much more I can do to you…” Her voice dropped to a stage whisper, right into his ear. “And so much you can do to me… Even without having you inside me… You’re gonna get to try so many new things… Aren’t you excited?”
“Shit…” whined Pete, his head going back to rest on her shoulder, his mouth slightly agape. “Yes, Steph, God…” She manoeuvred him under the lukewarm water in order to wash out the shampoo.
“Steph, we should… We should wrap this up. People are gonna notice we’re gone.”
She frowned, but backed away. “Yeah, you’re right.” Steph took the bottle of conditioner and handed it to him, then took the shampoo bottle and poured some into her hand.
The rest of their shower was spent in relative silence, although Steph couldn’t stop herself from admiring him. The marks she’d left were beginning to show, and his chest was still heaving. Pete caught her staring once, but instead of calling her out he just gave her a goofy, bashful smile. Steph could feel her heartbeat in her ears.
Finally, once she rinsed the conditioner from her hair and wiped down the bench, Steph shut off the shower. She reached past the curtain and felt around until her hand landed on one of the towels she’d hung up outside. She handed it to Pete.
“Thanks.”
“That’s what friends are for.” She winked at him, before reaching out again to grab a second towel for herself. It had originally been intended to go around her head, to help her hair dry quicker, but she was fine letting it air-dry this time.
“Wait, so are we not-?” He looked bewildered, before catching the meaningful look on her face. “Oh. Oh, right. Yeah, that’s what we are. Just a couple’a pals.”
“Don’t oversell it,” laughed Steph. “Think you can act natural?”
“God, I’ll fuckin’ try.”
“I believe in you.”
Pete wrapped his towel around his waist and stepped out of the shower. He returned a few moments later, having brought both of their piles of clothes into the shower so they could change in private. Because the floor was still wet, Steph held onto everything and handed Pete his clothing as needed. Once he was dressed, he did the same for her.
“I should probably leave first,” Pete said after the two of them were fully clothed. “Since I came in first. I hope no one noticed how long we were in here.”
“Tell ‘em…” Steph pondered an excuse. “Tell ‘em you got caught up in prayer and didn’t realise how long you were in for.”
He laughed. “Good idea, they’ll love that. You think you’ll say the same thing?”
“Nah, they’ll get suspicious. I’ll think of something else.”
“Fair enough.”
She remembered something. “Do you have anything on you for your blood sugar?”
“I still have some of that chocolate you gave me yesterday.” He patted his front right pocket.
“Good. Have some of that.”
“I will. Thanks.” Pete combed his fingers through his drying hair. “I’ll… see you soon?”
Steph nodded and smiled. “Yeah. See ya.” She watched him leave, and a pang of longing struck her heart. What she wouldn’t give to spend just five more minutes with Pete, even if they stayed in their clothes.
Goddamn it. Of all the places I could have caught feelings, it had to be at fucking Abstinence Camp.