Camp Buddy 2 Novels & Stories

I watched his chest inflate and deflat as he did that my cheeks getting redder as I watched him He was so fucking adorable and all I could think about was those lips that were wrapped around the whistle, bring wrapped around my pussy and sucking me dry. “Welcome everyone, to Camp 001. As you all know I am your head camp instructor here. I would be in charge of major orientations and any complaints should be filed to my representative, the camp is a safe and healthy place to connect with friends, make new memories, relax and just enjoy yourselves so make sure to have a time of your life while you are also learning. Once the bus door opens, carefully come down and take your room keys from the

I hooted and she chuckled. We started dragging our bags out of the room, down the stairs and across the corners of the living room. Mom was on the couch with dad lying next to her and his head on her thighs. "Have fun, girls. And remember----" "Early to bed, early to rise" We mimicked mom and dad laughed. Immediately, we got outside. Lucas and Austin, Zoe's newest boyfriend assisted us with the bags and luggage. I leaped and approached the Van which is an air vent. The car has seats and tables with a kitchen and bathroom in it. Perfect for a wide life camp.

A sly grin on her face told me that she knew exactly what my cabin-mate was doing. Before the dust settled behind the Beckwith's retreating Escalade, Bob rolled up in one of the camp's Gator utility vehicles. In the back was a huge tub filled with ice and beer. "Okay, everybody!" he called. "Another summer down with no campers drowned or eaten by bears. I call that a win. There is beer and soda for everybody!" We all swarmed the cart, grabbing our favorites. I was slow to get there, but Van emerged from the scrum with a Tecaté for me along with his own. We popped the tops.

When you can leap ten feet from flatfooted, dunking isn’t really a thrill. Before I was born, this camp used to be a nature retreat for school children, church groups, and the like. In the 80s, there were budget cuts, and the county was forced to sell the lodge, a dozen cabins, and fifty acres, including the river, ponds, a tract of virgin forest, and a cross section of Quarry Pack’s claimed territory.

134. The school bus rolled down the road, the engine humming as it carried the mass communication and students towards the destination of their much-anticipated camping trip. The arts and entertainment students had to take another school bus since this wouldn’t fit them all. Amber and Axel were seated side by side, their hands interlocked under the cover of their jackets. Amber was giddy that she got to attend this camping trip with them. She was happy she didn’t decline and stayed at home. She had no idea it was for all levels of the mass communication students. She thought it was only them, but thank goodness, she now had Axel, Melissa and Jack.

Simple words, but I knew they had deeper meaning. “Me, too, Zach. I would, if I could.” I mumbled back. “Hey, lovebirds! Enough of that…” Cassidy’s voice rang in the air, and when I spun around, I saw her with her hands on her hips at the center of the living room. I thought she was referring to us, but looking around, everyone was attached to their mates. “We need to set this straight now. This is a friendship camp, not a lover’s lane.” She continued, tapping her foot on the wooden floor.

Our flag—Camp No Name—fluttered in the warm breeze, the jagged skull logo that Sadie drew looking weirdly perfect. I spotted Brody and Sadie just outside their tent, and made my way toward them as people started gathering near a massive tarp-covered slip-and-slide. A seven-foot-long table stood at the end of it, lined with red Solo cups. A mountain of a man stood beside it, calling everyone over with a booming, syrupy southern drawl. Tall, tan, bearded, and built like a damn log cabin—he looked like he bench-pressed pine trees before breakfast. “Alright now,” he called, clapping his hands. “Real simple: you slide down, chug the beer, flip your cup, then slide back. First team to finish wins.

I was greeted by the sight of my best friend, Camila, lounging on the steps of the partially constructed packhouse, a mischievous grin on her face, and a duffel bag at her feet. “Camila!” I exclaimed, surprise quickly turning to delight. I rushed over, pulling her into a tight hug. “What are you doing here?” She pulled back, her grin widening. “I’m kidnapping you.” I blinked, confused. “What?” “You heard me. Corey, Lukas, and I decided you need a break. So, we’re going camping. Just like old times.” She gestured to her bag, then pointed to the truck parked a few feet away. “We’ve got everything packed and ready to go. All you need to do is grab a bag and get in.”

“What’s up mom you wanted to see me?” “Sit down bug.” She pats the seat next to her. “Why do you insist on still calling me bug? I am an adult now. It's kind of embarrassing.” “Well suck it up buttercup. That is what I will always call you. Now I have some business to discuss with you. Your father and I have been asked to host a training camp. There is a new pack that has been recognized about 3 hours away. The Alpha is fairly young and he and his beta and best warriors will be coming to train under your father for 3 months.”

“Exactly, I have nothing to live for. I’ve been caged almost my entire life. What is there for me? You’re my last shot at freedom. Vex looks at me. Something in his eyes shifts his cold hard expression to something softer, empathy? Maybe. He breaks his gaze moving to a hidden panel in the wall, revealing a small arsenal of weapons. He selects a handgun, checking it with practiced efficiency. “Moretti's last wife didn't overdose. He killed her. Slowly.” He tucks the gun into his waistband and turns to face you. “Pack whatever you need. We leave in five minutes.” His phone buzzes again. He checks it, his expression darkening. “Kade says we have company. Three SUVs approaching from the west.” H