Thread: Playing With The Guys (Bevatoria and meomeo)

Mariko could not help a silent frustration brewing inside of her. Part of it had to do with wearing warm soggy shorts. A much bigger part of the blame, however, laid on the other campers. Make no mistake, the Asian babe enjoyed being one of the boys so the issue of her gender wont stick out like a sore thumb over the entire weekend. But they were taking things a little too far! Like... she understands half the cafeteria was taped off, but could they not squeeze in so tight? She found herself squashed between Owen and Ethan, two mountains of macho muscles, to the point she had to scoot forward, her ass barely on the bench. Her ribs were pressed up against the table uncomfortably, while her sports bra-clad chest hovered over her tray of food. As if her boobs were not garnering enough attention already! Then theres the matter of Darrell and Scottie, the authors of the most amazing or scarring - Mariko still couldnt make her mind up on it! experience of her life. Honestly, it bummed her that they hadnt bothered to check up on her, after leaving her on the shower floor like a used up shampoo bottle! Just a how you doing would be really nice! But they had sat themselves down on the other end of the table, minding their own business like nothing happened. Whats worse was the shameful realisation that she was only a tad annoyed, rather than being full-blown incensed. God knows I have a right to be ! Yet, beneath the layers of simmering shame and frustration, some part of her knew it was her place to be treated so flippantly - like a rock band groupie, or an Internet thottie. Yes, but what gives these guys the right? Just because they are so good-looking they make her knees weak? They are bigger and taller? Or better than her at basketball...? Marikos train of thought was in full flow, so when Owen asked her about meat, the crass innuendo flew right over her head. Oh mines good. I dont really have a preference when it comes to sausages I like em all. Mariko spewed, without a hint of irony in her tone. It wasnt until she heard the snickers did she realise how dirty she sounded. She could feel the warm glow radiate from her cheeks... Then the hand on her thigh. Her mind was frayed enough already, and the sudden touch made her jump. Her half-finished hot dog dropped from her hands, landing on her plate with a splat. Spittles of warm, creamy mashed potato and cold yogurt flew in every direction - but mostly in hers. And before Mariko could react except for a panicked yelp!, her face, neck, and chest were covered in runny, creamy droplets. Poor Mariko just couldnt catch a break! No one ever told me where my room is. Noted Tiffany matter-of-factly, as she peered into Parkers room to see many of the beds have bags on them. Seems many of the campers already claimed their beds! The tall brunette cant help but feel mightily upset... and left out. This camp! First was the last minute cancellation of girls camp. Then the mess with sleeping arrangements. Oh, and of course the rapey coaches! She gritted her teeth and vowed to do something about it. But not before a proper shower - to clean off the gunk on her fingers and wash off the coaches musk, just to name the top two things occupying her mind. With a turn of her head, she strode off to the showers on the other end of the hall. It wasnt until she was at the door when she realised Parker had followed her a few steps behind all the way... which was a bit odd. To say the least.