Thread: Forbidden Flame (Prince of Smut x YellowSmoke)

Kristina sighed as she threw her duffel bag onto the bed. The dorm room was small and depressingly sterile, with two twin beds, white walls, a small window and a pair of beat up dressers. She could almost touch the other bed from hers and the summer heat in the room was stifling, despite being in the mountains. She was sweaty and still in a foul mood. Her parents had been united in their demand she go to this ridiculous camp. That they agreed on anything after a bitter divorce seven years ago was shocking, but getting kicked out of two schools in one year was definitely a low point for Kristina and apparently could unite them. The brochure on the bed summed up the campFinding the Flame A Girls Camp to Find the Love of God. A bunch of bible thumpers and she was likely the only sinner of the bunch for them to try and save. Kristina flipped her dark brown hair back away from her bright blue eyes. She'd had the sense not to wear her normally heavy mascara, but had noticed the female counselors' frowns at the stud piercing in her nose and vaguely satanic rock t-shirt. She smiled at thought of what they would do if they saw her nipple piercing. She dumped her duffel bag out onto the bed, strewing out her wardrobe of torn jean shorts, mini-skirts, punk t-shirts, colorful knee high socks and other bits of clothing from her overtly rebel teen dress style. Her underwear, mostly tiny thongs and lacy bras fell out last and spilled over onto the floor. She knew there was a boring uniform of blue shorts and white t-shirts at the camp, but figured her clothes might have some use. Kristina glanced to make sure the door was shut and grabbed the larger, heavier bundle wrapped in an old hoodie that had fallen first from the bag. She'd been relieved it got through airport security. The bottle of vodka, two packs of cigarettes and four joints inside were her only hope of having some fun this summer, even if by herself. And the small vibrator she had added might be the only pleasure she got. She carefully placed the bundle in the bottom drawer of her dresser. As she stood up, Kristina saw her reflection in the mirror above the dresser. Her American mother's dark hair combined with her Swedish father's blue eyes to give her an exotic look... large eyes and an elfin face. A sweet, innocent smile that often got her out of trouble, but increasingly less so. She had learned early that causing problems made her parents pay attention to her and she could play their attention and love back and forth as she grew up in the U.S. and Sweden. Her mother's embrace of religion since the divorce and Kristina's recent school problems in the U.S. had led to this punishment at the religious camp. Both parents claimed she wouldn't get to go to school again in Sweden, which she preferred as she could have more fun, unless she finished this camp with no problems. It was going to be a tough summer, she knew. She would try to behave, or at least not get caught. But, she had managed to have too much fun at the two all girls boarding schools she got kicked out of this year, so who knew... maybe she'd find a way to discreetly enjoy herself for a summer with a bunch of wanna be nuns and religious dorks. If anyone could, she would. She was just sixteen and had her life ahead of her. Not already doomed to be a delinquent like her parents both seemingly thought. Since her roommate hadn't arrived, Kristina decided to take a quick shower to rinse off the sweat and heat of travel. She kicked off her flip-flops and peeled off her ripped t-shirt and cut-off jean shorts. She ran her hands down her slim, teenage body, reveling in the feel of her own flesh. Her breasts were moderately sized, pushed slightly up in the pink lace bra she wore, and her ass was small, but firm, framed perfectly in the tiny black thong. She stripped her underwear off and left it on the floor while she stood nude for a second, scrutinizing her bare body down to the fuzz growing back around her sex that she needed to shave in the shower. With a smile, she took one of the small white towels down from a hook on the door and wrapped it around her body, barely covering her. She grabbed her toiletry bag and opened her door, headed to the communal shower down the hall.