Camp Expedition was unlike any other camp. The camp was set over hundreds of square miles, and was target at older high school students. Campers were given a map, their survival gear, and set out to "survive" a ten day expedition. Over the course of the camp, in teams of five to ten, they'd search for their next "expedition camp," where they'd have adventures and engage in activities, After one day at each camp, they'd set off in search of the next.
The expedition camps were intentionally remote. Two camp counselors were stationed at each, trained to manage their specific activities and help the campers figure out how to find their next camp. Because campers were hiking between camps, the schedule was practically luxurious. Counselors would have campers for a day, they'd camp on-site, and then they'd have a day with no campers at all, as they reset and waited for their next arrivals.
Amber and Monica had applied years in advance for their specific summer, because they wanted "water camp." Set on an island in the middle of a large lake, the camp was by far the most remote. Campers had to row a small boat out to the island, where the counselors would instruct them in a fun day of water activities. It was also the camp with the most predictable day on/day off schedule. For two early 20-something best friends, it was an ideal setup; they'd spend half the time working with the kids, and half the time sunning themselves, just the two of them, on the beach.
But then two things happened.
First, the last semester before their big summer, they both got their first serious boyfriends. It hadn't exactly strained their relationship, but more nights than not, neither of them stayed at their shared apartment.
Amber honestly couldn't help herself. She'd never had much of a sex drive, but once she met Kyle, she was insatiable. She'd actively wondered how she'd make it through the summer.
The second thing to happen, was that Monica decided she couldn't. At the last minute - literally, two days before they were supposed to leave, while Amber was actively packing the car - Monica backed out.
Amber was furious. She thought about quitting herself, but when she called the camp director, she was told they'd find her a new co-counselor, and everything would be fine. She was so mad, she didn't even give Kyle a good-bye fucking.
She fumed as she drove out to the wilderness, to the camp area. About halfway there, she regretted the way she said goodbye to her boyfriend, wondering again how she'd make it through the summer.
Upon arrival, she was introduced to her new co-counselor.
It wasn't at all what she expected.
Most of the camp counselors were girls.
Amber was about to be left alone, on an island, for an entire summer, with a man named Brent.
A very good looking man named Brent.
Amber couldn't help but notice. Brent was tall, and already tanned, with wispy, sandy blonde hair. He looked like he was probably complete ripped, and Amber felt instantly self-conscious when they were introduced.
Not that she wasn't an extremely good looking woman herself. Amber was tall, for a girl, but not *actually* tall like Brent. Her legs were long and very fit, and while her breasts weren't large, they were firm and perky. She never felt self-conscious about herself, especially when she let her long, brown hair down.
Brent seemed friendly enough, and he had a megawatt smile. Amber shook his hand, and after a brief moment where she considered quitting, resolved to make the most of it.
A few moments later, they were in a small jeep, and headed out on a dirt trail towards their boat. They hit it off immediately. Brent was funny and very personable, and Amber knew she would get along with him right away.
About halfway out to the island, she realized she hadn't called Kyle. She felt guilty; she'd be outside cell phone range all summer, and shouldn't she at least let him know she'd be spending it with a man? A very, very attractive man?
She thought about asking Brent to turn back, just long enough so she could call, but decided it would only make him worry unnecessarily. Besides, she loved Kyle, and she'd never cheat on him. There was no reason for him to spend his summer uncertain.
The island was bigger than she imagined, but otherwise as advertised. A small beach encircled a grove of trees, with a little building in a clearing just off the south shore. That would be their living quarters, with a generator stocked with enough fuel to get them through the summer. They'd go back every ten days or so for supplies, which would be brought around by a supply crew.
The made landfall and dragged their bags and supplies up to the building. Brent opened the door, revealing a small room with two beds, a small kitchen, and nothing much more. Offering to get the power running, he left Amber alone in the room.
It was the first time she was actually uncomfortable. Not because of anything Brent did, but because the room was so small. So intimate. There would be no privacy, at all. What would Kyle think, with her sharing such a small living space with another man?
Even the shower, which was outdoors, was barely private. It had wooden walls, but the slats left very little to the imagination.
As she stood in the middle of the room, making only a vague attempt to unpack, Brent arrived behind her.
"Listen, this is very small, any time you need a little privacy, please don't hesitate to ask."
Amber smiled and said "thank you," but she couldn't cut the uncomfortable feeling.
They spent the remainder of the day setting up the camp, and getting ready for the first batch of campers, who would arrive early the next day. Amber barely spoke to Brent, as she actively talked herself out of running to the boat and going straight home.
The first night, Brent excused himself while she changed for bed, which was considerate. It was then she realized the bedtime attire she had brought was picked out with her best friend sharing the space in mind. She felt exposed in her tight little shorts and way too-loose tank top.
When Brent reentered, he'd changed, wearing only a pair of loose basketball shorts and no shirt.
"I...I didn't know I'd be sharing a room with a woman. I really didn't bring anything other than shorts to sleep in, and I figured it would be really warm."
Amber reassured him it was fine, but was it? He was a specimen. She had never seen a man with such strong, prominent muscles, and it hadn't yet occurred to her that she'd be spending all summer staring at him like this.
Brent turned the light off and they both went to bed, but Amber barely slept. She was nervous for the first arrivals, uncomfortable sharing the room with Brent, and seriously, seriously, horny.
As she laid awake, staring at the ceiling, she realized she wouldn't even have a safe place to let off a little sexual tension. It was going to be a long summer.
*****
The first group of campers arrived as scheduled, around 10am the next morning. They'd set off early from their previous camp, as instructed, and they were a fun group. It received the stress and discomfort right away.
Amber found that she and Brent worked well together, and when she started the swimming actives, Brent gave her space in the building to change into her dark blue, camp-issued, one-piece swimsuit. He had matching trunks, and while she couldn't help but notice how attractive he was, the business with the kids more than helped.
When campers were on-site, they camped out under the stars with the kids, which was a welcome relief. The kids departed on time the next day, however, and the awkwardness set right back in.
Their off-days really were off, and he camp had provided a pair of very nice beach chairs so they could lay out and enjoy the beach. After the campers left, Amber intended to do just that.
But upon reviewing the clothes she'd brought with her, she realized she had packed swim suits more appropriate for only her best friend. What she had was small, and not nearly enough of them. Truthfully, she'd intended to sunbathe in the nude as often as not, and that certainly wasn't going to work.
For the first day, she selected a green bikini, that adequately covered her tits, but left nothing to be desired on her backside.
Brent was working on fixing up the fire pit as she walked by, clutching her beach towel, trying to look casual.
But she couldn't ignore his gaze. He was definitely checking her out, which made her both slightly uncomfortable, but also did nothing to relieve the continuing sense of extreme horniness. It hadn't occurred to her that he might be attracted to her, and she couldn't decide how she felt about it.
Brent left her to the beach, by herself, most of the day. He did come down and sit with her for a while before dinner, but it remained awkward until the next batch of campers arrived.
And such was their pattern for the first full cycle of campers.
At the end of the first ten days, she volunteered to take the boat back and get supplies, just to have a little break. Brent seemed to sense her unease, and she had to admit, he was being a perfect gentleman.
As she returned, the boat full, she resolved to try a little harder.
And she did. As the next few days went by, the tension eased. Not only was Brent good looking, he was a lot of fun. Amber even found they could connect personally, and she realized they were quickly becoming very good friends.
It was a relief, and Brent started joining her on the off-days on the beach.
It was fun to have someone to sit and have fun with as she tanned herself.
It was making her ongoing horniness a lot worse, as he laid next to her every other day, looking like a bronze god on the beach.
At the end of the next cycle, Amber volunteered again, and when she returned, she was surprised to find Brent coming out of the shower. An odd time to shower, she thought, but it was none of her business.
The next set of campers were even better, and Amber started to really look forward to the off-days. It wasn't the summer with her best friend she'd intended, but it was otherwise turning out just about perfect.
As the next supply break came, Brent volunteered, and disappeared across the lake. It was the first time Amber had been alone on the island, and she found herself missing Brent.
She also thought about taking a few minutes on the beach to release her sexual tension, but she was afraid she'd get caught.
When Brent arrived back a few hours later, he seemed quite pleased with himself.
"I have a little surprise." he said, opening a box and pulling out a six pack of beer.
"What!?" Amber said, shocked. "We aren't supposed to have any liquor on the island!"
"I know," Brent said, "but I was on the supply crew last year, and the supply guy this year is a friend of mine. They can't really expect us to sit out here sober all summer."
Amber shrugged. There was nobody to catch them, after all, and a cold beer did sound awfully good. Brant snapped one off the ring and handed it to her.
One beer became a six-pack each, and before long they were sitting on their beach chairs as the sun started to set, drunk and friendly.
"Can I ask you a weird question?" Amber asked, taking a drink.
"Yeah, sure. Anything." Brent replied, laying back in his chair, the sun glistening off his bronze skin.
"Last week, when I got supplies, why were you showering in the middle of the day?"
Brent turned immediately crimson. "I...I didn't know you saw that."
Amber turned over on her chair to face him. She was briefly concerned one of her breasts might fall out of her very tight bikini. "Yeah. Weird." she teased.
"Listen, some times, you know, a man has needs." Brent said, sheepishly.
"I knew it!" Amber shouted, sitting up on her chair.
Brent took another drink, and sat up himself, facing her. "Oh come on. You have a boyfriend. You have to feel, you know, needy."
Amber blushed. "I was needly when I left. During our one week off, that boy better plan on spending the entire time in his room."
Brent laughed. "See! You girls get just as horny as us, you just pretend. Are you telling me you haven't, you know, since we've been stuck out here?"
"No!" Amber yelped. "At least you got a little relief."
Brent shrugged. "Not really."
"Did I come back too soon?" Amber teased.
"No. It's just...I'm used to having some, you know, inspiration."
"You mean porn?" Amber laughed.
Brent laughed in reply. "Yeah, kind of." Looking down at the sand, and taking another drink, Brent continued, "although, having you around in those little swim suits doesn't hurt."
Amber blushed. She thought she should be embarrassed, even a bit put off, but the combination of booze and sun had her even hornier than ever. She might have to sneak off, she thought. She wasn't sure she could control herself.
They both sat quietly, a thick sexual tension in the early evening air.
"Can...can I ask you a question?" Brent said, his voice almost cracking.
"Sure?" Amber replied.
"Don't...promise you won't be offended, or get mad."
Amber took another drink. "I...I'll try."
"So, I've admitted to being really frustrated, and it sounds like you are too. What if...what if we helped each other out?" Brent said tentatively
Amber's eyes shot wide open. "Brent...I really like you, and if I didn't have a boyfriend..." she stopped herself. "I can't cheat on my boyfriend."
"No...not that. I mean, it's not cheating if we don't touch."
Amber's mind raced. What did he mean, if they don't touch?
"What if..." Brent continued, "we just, watched each other."
Amber felt a shock of electricity across her body. She knew she had to say no, but she was officially so turned on, so uncontrollably horny, she wasn't sure she could hold out any more.
And then she noticed the sizable bulge in Brent's shorts. He must've caught her looking at it, staring, because he put one of his hands on the outside of his shorts, and started massaging himself.
Amber knew she had to get up and leave, but she found herself frozen. This man, this incredibly sexy man, starting to pleasure himself just looking at her, was the hottest thing she'd ever experienced. As Brent slowly rubbed himself through his shorts, Amber reached behind herself, and untied her bikini. The bright red fabric fell to the sand, her breasts exposed to a man other than her boyfriend.
Brent let out a moan she was sure he didn't intend, and then slipped his hand into his pants. She couldn't see anything other than the motion beneath the fabric.
Leaning back on her chair, Amber started to rub herself through her bottoms. She could feel how wet she was, having soaked them through.
Then Brent stood up, and let his trunks fall to the ground. He was left holding a very large, very long, very impressive piece of meat. Amber had never seen one so large and thick, and the way his hand was wrapped around it, slowly jerking up and down, she couldn't resist any longer.
Amber untied her bottoms, and lifting her ass off the seat, she tossed them aside. Using her middle finger, she parted her lips, coating her hand immediately, and started slowly massaging her clit. She knew it wouldn't take but a second, as her body came alive in pleasure. Brent sat back down and watched her, as her head fell back and her hips raised.
"Fuck. You have a perfect pussy." Brent moaned.
Amber massaged herself a little harder, and then let out a scream she was sure could be heard from the far shore. Her legs shook as her body exploded in an incredible, mind-blowing orgasm.
Coming to, she looked up and made eye contact with Brent. He was staring at her, now vigorously jerking himself off. "You have a really nice looking cock," she said, returning the compliment. "I bet your girlfriend loves the way it feels."
Brent moaned, staring straight into her eyes. As Amber started to rub herself again, she watched his eyes drop and lock onto her wet pussy. Rubbing her clit, she then ran a finger down and put it inside herself. "I bet she likes it right in here," Amber moaned, as she began to finger-fuck herself with one hand, rubbing her clit with the other.
Brent was sweating, his hand rapidly jerking up and down his long cock. Amber stared at it, she she continued to work her own pussy, unable to help but dream of what it would feel like to have that giant cock deep inside her.
Then Brent jumped to his feet, pouncing toward her. Amber had no time to react, as his he pointed his cock directly at her, and shot a long, thick, bright white rope of heavy cum directly onto her tits. His hand kept going, as shot after shot of cum covered her body. It was so sexy, so uninvited and yet so badly wanted, she couldn't help but instantly cum herself, her body reacting with the most intense orgasm of her life.
Brent slumped back onto his chair and laughed. "I hope that was okay, I just couldn't help myself. God, that was fucking amazing."
Amber sat, covered in his cum, but completely satisfied. "Yeah, I mean. Fuck. I needed that so bad."
"I think you're the one who needs the daytime shower now," Brent teased. "I'll go get the water heater turned on for you." he said, as he pulled his shorts back up.
Amber laid in the twilight for a while, Brent's cum glistening on her skin. On the one hand, she felt like she had a new path for the summer. Looking over her shoulder as he walked back to the cabin, she also thought she might have a whole new problem.
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