Clipped

The One-Tap Turnaround

Play basketball to keep in shape at summer camp. 2 on 2, knockouts, whatever. Make some friends. Banter a bit with the womenfolk. Note one in particular is kinda cute.

Register shock when while you're walking down the knockout line on day, and her face brightens up and she says "Hey you." You didn't know that she knew your name. It's a point to ponder.

Have a crappy time at the camp dance later that night. Your music is deaded because the camp's AD doesn't like the way it sounds. You're unsuccessful at getting a dance with any of the girls you want to. Start to feel very alone.

Decide that since you don't know anyone it's ok to make an ass of yourself in the dance circle. Just a quick busted double six-step and freeze and out. Get tapped on the shoulder just as you've found your beat. Turn and look into a beaming smile. It's your basketball girl. "I thought that was you," she'll say. "You dance?" A conversation will ensue, because the music at the time is undanceable.

Once a beat starts up, begin to get your groove on. She'll move in closer. "You can't get in trouble for dancing with a camper can you?" Laugh it off. "Technically- illegal. But it's unenforced illegal." She smirks. "Everything here is unenforced..."

She pulls you closer again. Small talk becomes fluttery. An arm drops around your waist and creeps around your back. You follow suit- camper initiative, you know. You're both murmuring the song. Another arm finds your shoulder and pulls you closer still.

A lead is followed and there's less than no separation. Hair is thrown back and a neck is presented. "It's dark. No one will a) notice or b) care," one voice in your head will tell you. "Keep telling yourself that." says the other. "I will." responds the first, as the decision is made.

Soft lips contact tender flesh. A path is traced, towards and then along the jawline. A nearly inaudible moan escapes from between her lips as she rotates her head for easy access. You work your way up and there's a slight pullback before you swoop in for the kill. Two pairs of lips work in tandem to part the way for lusting tongues.

The room does a Matrix style spinout and you can see yourself in 3-D. Generic teen movie anyone? The watching self says, "Enough already." while the bodily self says, "Never!" in response. But the part of you that needs air wins out over both, and the soft "Pop" of suction release hangs in the air.

Eyes slowly open. You blink stupidly, she smiles wide. "That was nice." she says breathily. You drop into an easy grin. "'Twas." Wink. "Care for seconds?" you ask with raised eyebrow and full knowledge of the answer. Move in. Rinse and Repeat.