CAMPING

Contains sexual imagery. Please read at your own risk. You have been warned. Anyway...

Charlotte was the captain of the Frisbee team in her school. Through her painstaking effort in seeking permission from the teacher-in-charge, the Frisbee team was granted the permission to have a 3-day camp in the school during the term break. The teacher was convinced it was necessary “to promote bonding among the members so as to enhance teamwork,” just as she said. However, she knew that's not true. She knew that this camp was just all about her getting closer to him.

“Come guys, let’s gather round in one huge circle,” said Jazlyn, the vice-captain, while putting a glass bottle on the floor.

Charlotte first met him on the first day of school. In the canteen – typical of a place where love at first sight begins – she was talking to her newly-made classmates, when suddenly a view of a bloke stole her attention from a corner. He seemed reserved and passive, uncharacteristic of what she perceive of normal boys; boyish and priggish. He just sat there in his solitude, emanating a strange vibe which reached to her like a rope, tugging at her body and soul with so much power that she could not help let go but feel. She knew nothing about him – his class, his friends, or even his name – a mere stranger, yet one who sowed great curiosity within her unlike no other strangers.

“Oh, is this the spin-the-bottle game thingy?” hollered someone as he approached a big circle of people seated on the floor.

It was hard for anyone to get to know him, but somehow Charlotte was still at the rush of knowing him. She got to know his name not even through a proper introduction. She was too embarrassed to even just start a conversation with him, and instead chose to scan through the Frisbee member list and jersey number to know who he actually was all this time.

“This time round, no truths. Only dares,” one of the male ex-co members teased.

But of course, knowing his name alone would never satisfy her craving for him. She knew there was something about him that she did not know, or will ever know. Was it his charm that made her head over heels for him, that drove her crazy enough to foster a feeling too elusive for her to define? Her conscience was suppressed, her desire and craving whetted to an overwhelming emotion which constantly threaten to erupt from within her. Yet, little did she knew that his charm, ever a stranger to her, had her becoming more attached to him.

“Let's begin the game, shall we?”

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The bottle was spinning. And everybody was in the trepidation of not wanting to be the one pointed by the bottle.

The spinning began to decelerate, and everybody tensed up. Charlotte stole a glance at William. He was never one to express his emotions through his face, was he?

As the glass bottle slowly settled down to a stop, it pointed to a boy.

“Oh, shit!” The boy blushed.

Everybody else let out a sigh of relief. Charlotte, too, was relieved. She looked at the chosen boy as he was lifting his knee to his chest. While the boy was sitting in fear, noises were exchanged to come to a decision.

“Open your shirt until the end of the game,” ordered a girl.

The boy hesitated, but slowly gave in to the demand. The whole room was silent as the boy lifted up his shirt.

He was packin'.

“Oh my god, that is so hot!” exclaimed another girl, who seemed to have a crush on him.

The boy looked down, embarrassed. The game continued with his shirt lying on the floor. As the bottle began another round of spinning, tension and suspense ensued within the room.

Charlotte tried to get rid of her tension by eyeing on William. There was something unusual, yet calming, when she saw that faint smile of his, though absent of emotion. William, however, was not looking at Charlotte. Instead, he was exchanging glances with Jazlyn. And they smiled to each other. Charlotte found herself getting consumed by an uptight turmoil, while everybody else was enjoying themselves in the game.

As Jazlyn looked at William lovingly, she did not notice the bottle stopped at her.

She looked around, and saw the whole circle looking at her. She lifted her shoulder and took up to the challenge. “So... what's it gonna be?”

One of the girls commanded Jazlyn: “Kiss William.”

“What the hell?!” Jazlyn shove her body back, petrified.

“Hey, didn’t you once say you like William?”

Charlotte was appalled. She almost burst out in anger, but she got the better of herself. It’s okay, it’s just a game.

A hint of blush barely touched William’s countenance. He seemed like he was worried about absolutely nothing, not even Jazlyn, who was about to seduce him. Charlotte was the one blushing for him instead.

“Sure,” said Willliam. Jazlyn slowly sauntered and sat next to him. Charlotte just wanted to get this over with. Quickly. William kissing another girl was the least thing Charlotte would wish to see in front of her eye. But she tried to brave herself through this whole damn kiss.

At first, there was a hesitant distance between William’s face and Jazlyn’s shivering mouth, but it gradually closed in. The girls gasped, and the boys looked at them with eyes full of tapering lechery and insatiable thirst.

But Charlotte was alone in her reaction. She was fuelled by the hate of having to ogle on the painful scene. Their breath mingled, their mouths melted into one, and the sound of their lips echoed throughout the room.

Jazlyn tried her luck and entered William’s mouth, but he was not giving, so Jazlyn let go of his mouth. Everyone else was entertained, except Charlotte.

After Jazlyn returned to her seat, the game continued. Though the kiss ended, Charlotte was still thinking about the kiss, and she was too shattered inside to endure the game. Enough. Enough. Enough! This is too much!

Had she failed herself? All she wished for was for her to know him deeper. But what would it mean anymore if William had already given in to someone else? From the moment she organised the camp, Charlotte was strong-willed to be the first to enjoy such an intimacy from William, but, it was Jazlyn instead who stole it from her. And look at her, being so smug about it... She did not want to hate her own ex-co mate, but after looking at her attempt to violate him, she could not help but wish to exact revenge.

Charlotte looked at the bottle. The mouth was looking at William.

“Kiss one of the girls here.”

Charlotte was too infuriated to put any more interest in this game. She still could not get over the fact that she saw William making out with another girl, while all this time she had fostered a feeling toward him. For all she knew, he could just choose to kiss Jazlyn again, and the whole camping will be just the two of them fore-playing... Maybe it was my fault. If she confessed her feeling to him, it would have probably been easier. Then there would be no need for this camp anymore.

Why am I like this? Is this supposed to be…‘love’?

To hell with it, she couldn't be bothered anymore. She felt hurt and hatred festering inside her soul. Imagine if I were the one kissing him, she said to herself. She imagined how it would feel if her soft lips brushed against William’s rough, masculine mouth. She closed her eyes.

There was something divine and extravagant about it, about how William caressed her mouth with his tongue that made her listen to his yearning for more. Let me in, Charlotte.

And so she did.

Charlotte resumed her imagination. It felt so real that she opened her mouth, as if begging for more. William agreed to fulfil her desire. Without trying, William struck and tingled Charlotte’s mouth. She trembled, and grabbed William’s face closer, which deepened the reach of William’s tongue. Now he was easily violating the insides of her mouth. She moaned in excitement, but she did not stop feeling it.

Charlotte then imagined Jazlyn looking at them with weird eyes. She knew what it was: jealousy. She felt it too just now.

Charlotte entered William’s mouth, fighting back. He did not back down. He retaliated by biting her tongue, stopping it from moving out of or further into his mouth. While she was trapped, he started masticating, trouncing, fondling, and grinding her tongue. It sent shudders all over Charlotte's body, her eyebrow rose in an erotic bliss.

Charlotte opened her eyes. William was actually in front of her all this time, kissing her.

He smiled to Charlotte, like never before, like he never did to anyone else. Charlotte looked at him with eyes that conveys a covetous message. Let’s do this more often, shall we?

“Wow. That was better than anything I saw on porn movies,” said the guy who was shirtless.

The game picked up pace again. The glass bottle was spun for the umpteenth time by now.

During the whole camp, the room witnessed a bitter air, noticing that there was another game happening between the two girls, rivaling to get someone’s love.

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