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Hi, everyone! Sorry to take so long, but I like to keep at least a one-story buffer, and #4 (because yes, this isn't the end) is taking longer. But here's the beginning of #3 to tide you over.

We left Bree and Tam naked in the boy's shower, quite relieved in multiple ways...

 

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“We should talk...”

Fear sliced through Bree so quickly it felt like the shower had gone cold. “Oh god. I… I’m… I went too far… I’m such a slut…”

Tam frowned, which she took as confirmation. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She turned away from him.

“Hold up,” he said, and pulled her back towards him. He took her hands in his and raised them to his lips. He kissed them several times, slowly, and then said, “Okay. How come you thought…? No, actually, I think I can guess.” Then he hugged her. “I want to talk about what we just did so we can do it again, beautiful. I’m not breaking up with you and you didn’t go too far. You went perfectly far. Just the right amount of far.”

“Oh!” She blushed. It was practically a full-body blush, unless that was just left over from coming, or from the hot water. “I, uh… jumped to some conclusions there, huh?”

“Just a little.” He kissed her where he could reach, just above and between her breasts. Then he kissed a nipple. She shivered. “That really works for you, huh?” he said.

“So much.”

“We’ll learn every bit of each other. But one thing I just have to ask about—peeing? Needing to pee?”

“Yeah. I don’t know why. It’s so weird.”

“Eh, I’ve heard of weirder. But you get turned on by having to pee. That explains a lot, really.”

“Huh?”

“Our first kiss. You really had to go right before then. You were feeling a little turned on already, huh?”

“Oh! Yeah. Yeah, I was.”

“And so tonight you wake up and you really gotta go and we’re pretty much naked…”

“Yeah. I’ve never been so horny in my life. Sorry.”

“Why on earth…? No, I already guessed, didn’t I. But you gotta stop saying stuff like that, beautiful. Saying sorry for being horny. Calling yourself a slut. I loved it. I was really confused to begin with, I’ll admit, but I loved it.”

“Really? The peeing thing isn’t too gross for you?”

“If it gets you fired up like that, it’s not gross, it’s great. To be honest—um… something about it got me a little fired up, too. And then your jacket fell open and, well…” He shivered. “I think we’re starting to run out of hot water.”

“How are we gonna get dry? I didn’t bring a towel.”

“Why get dry here? It’s still pouring. Let’s go back to the cabin and dry off there.”

It was a weird sensation putting a rain jacket on over dripping-wet skin. It was a weirder sensation walking back through the rain wearing nothing underneath that rain jacket—Bree carried her panties clenched in one hand. But she had Tam’s hand clenched in her other, and nobody saw them anyway.

Back in the cabin, much relieved, they took turns gingerly and quietly toweling off, then climbed back into the bunk together. They were shivering from the cold by then, but the sleeping bag was warm, and now they had other ways of keeping warm, too. Before long she was getting wet again, and not from the rain—and he was hard again. But they were also worn out, with everything they’d done that night and the day before, and everything they hadn’t done, namely “get enough sleep.” So eventually they just went back to kissing, and then to cuddling, and…

# # #

…and then it was morning, and they both woke with a jerk as the cabin door banged shut.

Tam’s cabinmate had clearly just left. “Do you think he saw us?” Bree asked, still whispering.

“No way to know. But we should get up anyway.”

“Yeah. But first…” A quick kiss. Then another one, longer. Then a nuzzle. “Good morning, Tam,” she whispered.

“Good morning, Bree,” he answered.

They climbed down out of the bunk again, naked as they’d gotten into it, and dressed quickly. None of Bree’s stuff was exactly dry, but it would do—and the sun was plainly out. In an hour or two she’d be remembering cool and clammy clothing fondly.

She was about to head out when Tam caught her hand again. She figured he was going for a goodbye kiss, and she turned back smiling, but the look in his eye stilled her. “It’s going to be harder now,” he said.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “Can’t do this again for another two weeks.”

“Maybe not until camp is over, even,” he said. “If people catch on…”

“Oh. Right.”

“We’ll get through it. Just have to keep talking. And trusting.”

“Yeah.” She bent down and gave him that goodbye kiss anyway, short and sweet. And, she hoped, trusting.

She slipped out between the boys’ cabins and back to her own, trying to look like she had a legitimate purpose in being there. People were starting to stir. She walked quickly. Nobody said anything to her. Her cabinmate was still asleep, which was perfect—no need for explanation.

Maybe they were going to be fine.

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“Bree? Can you come to my office, please?”

Since it was none other than Camp Director and Owner Julia Bristow asking, the only possible answer was yes, especially since “asking” was a generous way of putting it. But Bree did say, “I was going on an airport run soon…”

“Someone else will take it,” Julia said firmly.

Bree stepped into Julia’s office, where she’d never been. A woman she didn’t know, and hadn’t seen at camp before, was sitting in a chair in the corner.

“Just wait here, Bree, I’ll be back in a moment,” Julia said.

Bree looked around the office. Pictures everywhere of campers and counselors past, apparently. She tried to find more recent photos, to see if she could spot Tam, but she couldn’t pick him out. Involuntarily her eyes slid to the woman, who was on her phone. Mid-thirties? Younger than Julia but older than Bree, that was sure. Bree did notice she had lovely hair, with just a hint of red in the brown. She wished her own hair looked half as good.

The woman seemed to feel her gaze and glanced up. “Sorry,” she said. “Boyfriend, you know how it is.”

Bree grinned and nodded.

The woman opened her mouth to say something else, but just then Julia walked in. Tam trailed behind her.

“Have a seat, both of you,” Julia said, quietly.     

Uh-oh. We are so busted…

“So, it’s come to my attention that you’re an item now,” Julia said. “Do people still call it that? Together, anyway.”

“If this is about last night—” Bree began.

“It isn’t,” Julia said. “At least, not just about last night.” She fell silent for a moment.

“You’ve put us in a difficult position, you two have,” she said at last. When Bree opened her mouth again, Julia held up a hand. “Look, what you do in your personal life is none of my business. And you are hardly the first couple to get together at Camp Bristow. And Bree, you’re hardly the first girl to sneak into the boys’ cabins, and vice versa. I might scold you for that, but it’s not a huge issue. You were discreet about it and it didn’t interfere with campers, since we didn’t have any last night.

“But the trouble is, we’re about to get our second group of campers, and you two are scheduled to be a trail team again. And I just don’t know if I can allow it. I don’t think you’d be off canoodling in the woods while the campers ran amok, but I do worry you’ll be distracted and not doing your best work. It could easily become a safety issue. And frankly, it could send the campers a very bad message. It’s about inclusivity here, and the team. If you two are, after a fashion, a very small team of your own, then you aren’t part of the bigger team that it’s your responsibility to form.”

She sighed. “It’s going to be awful reworking the team pairings on the fly,” she groaned. “Tam, you’re no problem, I have several younger counselors you should be fine with, but Bree, you’re brand new. Finding the right match for you in gender and experience is not going to be easy.”

“Ms. Bristow, may I say something?” Tam said.

“Go ahead.”

“Bree and I have been handling this for a week already. We’re always on our best behavior around the campers. No public displays of affection, not sharing a tent on the trail—nothing like that.”

“So I was told,” Julia said. “Really, your campers thought you were the sweetest and cutest couple ever. And they told me you were quite well-behaved.”

The kids! OMG, I never thought the kids would tattle on us

“But I repeat: it could be detrimental to the team, and it could be detrimental to safety. And when I start using words like ‘detrimental’ you know it’s serious, because it means I’m starting to think like a lawyer. It’s no fun.” Julia made a face.

“Ms. Bristow, we can do it, we really can,” Bree said. “We’re getting better at it already, we can totally be just as responsible as if we weren’t together.”

“And we can actually be a really good role model for them,” Tam said.

Julia cocked her head. “I hadn’t considered that angle,” she said. “I wish—but no. I can’t risk it.”

“Ms. Bristow, if we could prove to you that we could be good?” Bree asked.

Julia’s eyebrows went up.

“It would save you all the reorganizing,” Tam said. “You could get back to meeting the campers, instead of shuffling papers… or even come with us. See how well we behave ourselves.”

Julia shook her head. “You know me too well, Tam. But there’s no way I could get away.” But then her eyes lit up. “Meagan?”

“I have a horrible feeling I know what’s coming,” the strange woman said.

“You did say you wanted to see how camp was run.”

“I did, didn’t I? But you’ll remember I said I wanted a sample, Julia. A two-day sample. I wasn’t signing up to be a chaperone.”

“But you’d be perfect. I’d trust your judgment over anyone else’s. Do me this favor?”

“I don’t know, Julia…”

“You said yourself you were on vacation for the next few weeks anyway.”

“I have plans, Julia.”

“Bring the boy! I’d love to meet him.”

“Julia.”

“All expenses paid. Guest of the camp. Free food, Meagan.”

“Aw, fu—!” Meagan bit off whatever word she’d had in her mouth. “This handsome fella may have your number, but you’ve got mine. I guess I’m doing this, aren’t you?”

“Yes, you are. Good! It’s settled. I need to go make an airport run—make yourself at home!” And with that Julia was gone.

“If I didn’t owe her so much…” Meagan said. “Mmmmmmmmkay. Well, here we are.” She stood up and held out her hand. “Hi, you two. I’m Meagan MacAllister, and I’ll be your nanny this week. Apparently. What’s next?”

 

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And we're off! But remember the main theme of this story is the joy of watching a budding young couple... who do sexy stuff with pee on occasion. It'll be a while before we get back to that kind of action. If you're enjoying this, settle in and get comfy...  

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  • 2 weeks later...

Thanks, y'all. I wasn't really planning on including Meagan either, but somehow she just showed up. I can't seem to quit those two (Meagan and Parker) and in fact have a couple of stories slooooowwwwly brewing in the background. But frankly, Bree and Tam are quite similar, just with the genders inverted. 

@Melificentfan: Good question. I keep going back and forth on that myself; clearly here they are together, many years later. But Meagan has that thing about commitment... anyway, this next installment at least raises the issue!

 

 

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“Well,” Meagan said, “I’ll be hitting the road soon.”

“You aren’t coming with us on the overnight?” Bree asked.

“I have to say, I am tempted. This wasn’t how I planned to spend my week, but it’s been a ton of fun. But I don’t have a tent or a sleeping bag with me.”

“I thought you said you were going backpacking after this.”

"Yeah, but Parker’s meeting me, and he’s got the gear.”     

The kids, hearing that Meagan was about to depart, begged her to stay.

“Sorry, you all,” she said. “My guy’s already on the way.”

“He can come with us!”

“Yeah, just bring him!”

“We have plans, y’know!” Meagan shot back.

“Nobody’s going anywhere until our bags are packed,” Tam said warningly, and the kids scrambled.

“ ‘Plans,’ ” Meagan said, making the air-quotes with her fingers.

“Yeah, I can’t think why you’d want to not be around twenty-four kids when you and your boyfriend meet up,” Tam said.

“This guy gets it,” Meagan said.

“Believe me,” Tam said. “I do.”

Meagan smiled sympathetically. “Yeah.” She patted him on the shoulder—and then reached up to do the same for Bree. “Just another week, right?”

They sighed, simultaneously, and Meagan just about laughed her head off.

“What? What?” the kids demanded, coming back with their bags.

“Nothing,” Meagan said. “Grown-up stuff.”

“That means they were talking about sex,” one of the boys put in.

“Nuh-uh,” Meagan said. “It might have been drugs. Or rock ‘n roll.”

“Taxes,” Tam said.

“Buying cars,” Bree suggested.

“Taxes don’t make people laugh that hard,” said the same boy.

“He’s got a point,” Meagan said.

“So first you say you’re not coming with us, and then you won’t let us in on the joke?”

“Yeah, Ms. Meagan! You gotta come!”

“All right, all right! I’ll check with my partner.”

The phone call revealed that Parker-the-Partner had been late to depart, and wouldn’t reach Camp Bristow until nearly nightfall anyway. “Three extra days to get ready, and he’s still late,” Meagan said, shaking her head fondly. “He’s been working hard lately, I’ll admit.”

“Okay, so you can come, right?” the kids demanded.

“He’s making you wait, you should make him wait!”

A bemused look crossed Meagan’s face—that and a shiver. Which was strange, since it was… wait for it… New Mexico in the summer. “It doesn’t work that way… well, I mean, we… um.” She started over. “Reciprocity is a good basis for a relationship, but not negative reciprocity.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means it’s good to give back to your partner, but not get back at your partner. Does that make sense?”

“Oh. Yeah. I guess.”

“So if your partner liked waiting… or was willing to wait for you… anyway. Payback makes for breakups. Let’s just put it that way. And Parker and I have had too many close calls for that.”

“You mean you don’t want to risk it?”

“No, I mean that we’ve survived so many close calls, and come through them stronger, that by now you couldn’t break us up with a crowbar.”

“Are you gonna get married?”

Meagan laughed. “That’s a pretty personal question, isn’t it?”

“That means no.”

“That or it’s about taxes,” Tam muttered. Bree high-fived him.

“Anyway,” Meagan said. “As it is, I will come with you overnight. Parker will have to find a place to sleep around here somewhere, and we’ll start our backpacking trip tomorrow when we get back. Just need a tent and a bag from Julia for tonight.”

The kids cheered.

Out on the trail, Bree found herself hiking alongside Meagan. The campfire sing-along the night before had gotten Bree’s campers singing Disney songs, and so during yet another rendition of “Let It Go”, they could do a little more “woman talk.”

“So yesterday you mentioned great sex…”

“Bree, before we go any further, I need to tell you that I usually charge sixty an hour for these kinds of conversations, and that even then I keep my private life—well, private.”

“Oh, sorry!”

“I do take it that you and Tam have been sexually active. And you can guess that Parker and I are as well. And that’s about all the details we’re going to go into.”

“Well—yeah. It’s just that… with Tam… it was weird.”

Meagan gave her a look. “Did you feel unsafe? Or that boundaries were crossed?”

“No! Well, not once we talked it out. But—”

“And you had fun?”

“Um, yeah. It’s just—”

“If you felt safe, and all your boundaries stayed intact, and you had a good time, then Bree, there’s nothing weird about it. Except that not everyone is so lucky, unfortunately.”

“But what we did—”

“Bree, but nothing. There’s an enormous range of sexual experience in this species of ours. You should see what Parker and I get up to.” She got a squinty look. “Well. No, you shouldn’t see that, because what we do is not your business and we’re not exhibitionists. Just rest assured, whatever you and Tam want to do will be just fine as long as you keep talking, keep respecting, and keep giving.”

“I do try to be GGG.”

The other woman nodded. “That’s a decent guideline.”  

“I just—my parents weren’t strict, but we went to church and all… Meagan, after Tam and I… did stuff, I called myself a slut.”

Meagan sighed. “Okay, yeah, that sounds like you could use a little therapy, hon, and I’d definitely have to start charging at that point. Or, alternatively, you could get yourself used to it. Just have fun, you and Tam, and see if you’re still having that reaction after a few times.”

After that they had to talk about something else, because the protective cover of Frozen songs had tapered off. (“Do You Want To Build a Snowman?” had broken the chain, for obvious reasons.)

That night, after the cooking was done and the tents put up and the kids put into the tents, Bree and Tam met in the middle.

“Good day today,” Tam said.

“Teamwork makes the team work,” Bree answered.

“You mean dream.”

“Nah, we’re the teamwork and they’re the team.”

“Ah, got it.”

They high-fived—gently, so as not to stir up the barely-bedded campers. But a gentle high-five was just asking for trouble. Their fingers curled around each other and squeezed.

They leaned a little closer.

“Meagan’s onto us,” Bree whispered.

“Is she watching?”

“Don’t think so. But…”

“Better not, huh?”

“Nope. But now I want a bathroom break. And also need one.”

“Me too.”

It was hard to pry their fingers apart, but they managed. And it was hard to head off into the woods in opposite directions, but they managed that too. But off in the trees, with her back to a trunk, her shorts at her ankles, thinking of their first kiss, it was hard not to slip a finger between her legs. And she couldn’t manage that.

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The next day, after returning to camp, Julia Bristow came around to say goodbye to Meagan, and Meagan called Tam and Bree over.

“This is an incredible team you’ve got here, Julia. Perfectly behaved. Even last night when they thought I wasn’t watching. I’d think you’d be a fool to break up this act.”

“I hoped I wouldn’t have to—but as good as that?”

“These two work together like they’ve been at this for years, not weeks.”

“Well, then!” Julia said. “You’re still on probation, you two—but I’m glad it’ll work out. Meagan, your nice young man is taking some pictures up the hill. Shall I go fetch him?”

“Which way did he go? …Oh, I see him. No thanks, I’ll go get him myself. But here are your sleeping bag and tent. Thanks for the loan.”

“Ah, good. I’ll drop these off… a lot to do. Don’t leave without saying goodbye, now.”  

“Of course not.”

With Julia headed off, Meagan turned back. “All right, you two, now you’ve got to be good all on your own. You’ve impressed me, I’ve got to admit. But you’ve got a tough mountain to climb. Keep talking and be good to each other, even when you don’t think you can be. Especially then.”

“Thank you, Meagan,” Bree said.

“Oh, you’re quite welcome.” Meagan turned toward the hill with a look in her eyes that Bree hadn’t seen. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go hug someone a lot.” She strode off.

“I hope someone will look at me like that, even when I’m not looking,” Tam said.

Working on it, handsome.

And then he looked at her, and her heart melted and poured down through the rest of her, taking out her knees in the process. She couldn’t bear to high-five him or use any code. It was a moment that called for a kiss. She couldn’t do that, and she couldn’t do less. All she could do was look back at him, helpless.

“Oh,” he said, very very softly. “There it is.”

The moment couldn’t last. Moments never do. But there are other moments.

As they started wrangling campers, Bree glanced over her shoulder up the hill. Meagan had apparently broken into a run.

 

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(I promise there's omo in this story somewhere)

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I’ve just discovered this, and can honestly say I’ve really enjoyed it. I’ll definitely be looking up the other chapters. Really well written, believable, relatable characters. That’s what I enjoy most in an omo story! 

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