Chapter 1: Late Night Shower
The girls were all giggling as the group ran into the showers. Suzie had convinced them all it would be fun to get in a stall as a group. The men and women stripped down to their underwear. Some of it was very revealing or struggled to fit some of the more ample breast sizes.
The boys whistled and catcalled, but the girls blushed and laughed it off.
Taylor, with his blue eyes and short blonde hair, led the charge. "Alright, alright, settle down, boys. We're all friends here, right?" He looked around, taking in the view. "I mean, just look at this lineup. We could be in a swimsuit calendar."
Jessie, the Canadian with the jean shorts and a tank top that left her stomach exposed, rolled her eyes but smiled. "Yeah, yeah, Taylor.
Like we all want to see your abs," Jessie teased, punching him lightly on the arm. Taylor just grinned, flexing slightly. Jessie's boyfriend, Zach, a plain and boring Canadian, stood beside her, looking uncomfortable with all the flirting.
Eden, in her pink jean shorts and red tank top, was fidgeting with her hands, looking nervous. Her boyfriend, Greg, was trying to make a joke, but it fell flat. "So, um, who wants to play a game of 'Who can stay under the cold water the longest?'" he suggested, to a chorus of groans.
Eden just looked more uncomfortable, her fingers twisting the hem of her tank top. Taylor noticed and smirked, "Come on, Eden. Don't be a party pooper. It's just a little harmless fun."
Mila, the Eastern European beauty with the curvy body and massive natural tits, was standing with Viviane, her Asian girlfriend with the equally impressive bust. They were both in bikinis, Mila's a bright red, Viviane's a deep purple. Viviane was eyeing Taylor warily, her arms crossed. "I don't know, Taylor," she said, her voice low.
"You're just asking for trouble."
Taylor just laughed, shaking his head. "Relax, Viv. I'm just trying to have a good time. No harm, no foul."
Suzie, the blonde with the huge natural tits, was already in one of the stalls, water cascading over her. She was laughing and flirting with Mark, her nerdy but lucky boyfriend. "Come on, you chickens! The water's fine!" she called out.
Taylor strips down to his briefs and several of the girls mutter to each other laughing and admiring his body. The group decides to follow him into Susie’s stall.
It’s a tight fit, but they make it work, the steam filling the small space. The water is freezing, but no one wants to be the first to complain.
Jessie shrieks, jumping back from the spray. "Damn, that's cold!" she laughs, her teeth chattering. Zach rubs her shoulders, trying to warm her up. "Told you it was a bad idea," he murmurs, but she just rolls her eyes at him.
Eden is huddled in the corner, her arms wrapped around herself. Taylor notices and moves closer. "Hey, you okay, Eden?" he asks, his voice low.
Eden looks up at him, her eyes big and uncertain. "Yeah, I'm fine," she says, her teeth chattering slightly. Taylor moves closer, his hand reaching out to rub her shoulder. "You're freezing, come here," he says, pulling her closer to him. Eden looks surprised but doesn't protest, leaning into his warmth.
Meanwhile, Mila is leaning against the wall of the stall, her arms crossed over her chest. Viviane is standing next to her, her expression stern. Mila catches Taylor's eye and smirks, unfolding her arms and letting them hang loosely at her sides.
Her bikini top does little to contain her assets, and Taylor can't help but admire the view. "You know, Taylor," she says, her accent thick and sultry, "you're not so bad looking yourself. But I hear you're just a player."
Taylor grins, his eyes still on Mila. "And I hear you're a lesbian, Mila. But here we are, aren't we? Just a bunch of friends, having a good time."
Viviane steps closer to Mila, her expression serious. "Don't listen to him, Mila.
Taylor whistles at Viviane and tells her she should let her puppies out for everyone to see.
Viviane scoffs and slaps him playfully, "You're such a jerk, Taylor. You know Mila doesn't like that."
Taylor rubs his cheek where she slapped him, "All's fair in love and shower games, Viv. You know that."
Eden, who is still leaning into Taylor for warmth, looks up at him with doe eyes. "So, Taylor, what do you do in the off-season? You know, when you're not... playing games."
Taylor tells them he’s a star quarterback and will probably go to the nfl. She blushes.
"Wow, that's impressive. I bet the groupies love you."
Taylor chuckles. "Something like that. But I'm more into the challenge. Like, say, trying to steal a girl from her boyfriend." His eyes flick to Eden's, a playful smirk on his lips.
Eden's breath hitches, her eyes widening with shock and a hint of excitement. "Taylor, I-" He puts his hand on her waist and she doesn’t know what to say. Her boyfriend is oblivious. Taylor slowly rubs her waist above her thong and Eden blushes.
He leans in closer, his voice low and husky. "What? You can't deny you find me a little bit charming, Eden. I mean, look at you, all pressed up against me like this."
Eden swallows hard, trying to find the right words to respond. Before she can, Greg speaks up from the other side of the stall. "Eden, baby, you okay? You look a little flushed."
Eden jumps back from Taylor, her heart pounding. "I-I'm fine, Greg. Just a little warm, that's all." She turns back to Taylor, her eyes wide. "You should go, Taylor.
You're making her uncomfortable," Suzie chimes in, her voice playful but with a hint of warning. She's lounging against the stall wall, her bikini top straining to contain her assets. Mark is nearby, his eyes darting between Suzie and Taylor, looking a mix of concerned and jealous.
Taylor holds up his hands, a charming smile on his face. "Relax, Suze. I'm just having a little fun. No harm done, right, Eden?"
Eden just nods, her cheeks still flushed. Greg looks at Taylor, his eyes narrowing. "You're pushing it, dude.
Eden's my girlfriend," Greg says, his voice tight with tension. Taylor just laughs, "Hey, man. I was just trying to help her warm up. No need to get all possessive."
Greg clenches his fists, but before he can respond, Mila steps in. "Leave it, Greg. Taylor's just playing around. Aren't you, Taylor?" She gives him a stern look, but there's a hint of amusement in her eyes.
Taylor winks at her. "You got it, Mila. No harm, no foul. Right, everyone?"
Viviane rolls her eyes but doesn't argue. Mila backs against Taylor and his crotch goes against her ass. Viviane rolls her eyes in annoyance.
"You two are impossible. Come on, Mila, let's get out of this stall. It's getting too crowded." Mila looks over her shoulder at Taylor, a playful grin on her lips. "You're right. Let's go find some space." She presses her ass against Taylor one more time, making him grin, before following Viviane out of the stall.
As they leave, Zach sighs and starts to say something, but Jessie cuts him off. "Come on, Zach. Let's find a stall with less... drama." She pulls him away, leaving Greg and Eden standing uncomfortably close to Taylor. Taylor laughs at Greg and tells him he could get his girl if he wanted.
Greg just scoffs and says he’s not worried. He’s got Eden, and that’s all that matters. Eden blushes at the words, but she won’t meet Taylor’s gaze.
Suzie, seeing the tension, decides to lighten the mood. She turns on the showerhead and sprays Taylor full in the face. "There, now that's what I call a shower!" she laughs.
Taylor sputters, water dripping down his face. "You're gonna pay for that, Suze," he threatens, but there's no malice in his voice. Taylor flirtingly grabs her and picks her up. She giggles and doesn’t fight it. He begins tickling her in the air and one of her huge tits pops out. This is when mark loses it. Mark, who had been quietly observing from the corner, watching his girlfriend being manhandled by another guy, finally steps in. He pushes Taylor, trying to knock him off balance. "Put her down, Taylor!" he shouts, his voice echoing in the steamy shower room.
Suzie, still giggling, pushes herself out of Taylor's grasp, her bikini top now askew, exposing one of her massive tits. "Hey, hey, Mark. It's just a little fun. No big deal," she says, trying to calm him down.
"He was just playing around."
Mark's face is flushed with anger and embarrassment. "I don't care, Suzie. I don't like it. You're my girlfriend, not his plaything."
Suzie rolls her eyes, but she sees the genuine concern in Mark's eyes. "Alright, Mark. I'll talk to him. Promise."
Greg, seeing the opportunity to get Taylor back for flirting with Eden, pipes up. "Yeah, Taylor. You cross a line, man. You need to apologize to Mark."
Taylor, still dripping wet, holds up his hands in surrender. Taylor laughs “I could take both of you easily”.
He flexes his muscles for effect.
Suzie, now more serious, puts a hand on Mark’s chest. “Come on, Mark. Let’s get out of here. I need to get dried off and changed.” She looks at Taylor, “And you, mister, need to cool it. You’re causing problems.”
Taylor grins, “I’m just trying to liven things up a bit. What’s the harm in a little fun?” As Suzie walks past he gives her ass a little squeeze and she giggles. She turns to him and says, “Behave, Taylor. I mean it.” She gives him a playful slap on the butt as she walks out. Taylor watches her go, a grin on his face.
He looks back at Mark, who is still scowling at him. No hard feelings, huh? We’re all just having a little fun.”
Mark just shakes his head and follows Suzie out. Greg is still glaring at him, but he doesn’t say anything. Eden looks at him, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. “Are you two still staying in here” he asked.
They were the only ones left in the showers now. The steam had started to die down, and the air was cooler. Eden was still huddled in the corner, her arms wrapped around herself. Greg was standing in front of her, his back to the water.
“Yeah, we’re just… finishing up,” Greg said, his voice tight. He was still eyeing Taylor warily, his hands clenched into fists.
Taylor leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He was still shirtless, his muscular body glistening with water. He could see the way Eden’s eyes wandered, taking him in. “Why don’t we see who’s packing bigger” he said. “You know, just for fun.”
Eden’s eyes widened in shock. “Taylor, that’s not appropriate,” she stammered, her cheeks flushing pink.
Greg snorted. “Yeah, Taylor, what are you, twelve? Grow up.”
Taylor just laughed, pushing off from the wall. “Come on, Greg. Don’t be a party pooper. It’s just a little harmless fun.”
Greg looked like he was about to argue, but Eden put a hand on his arm. “It’s okay, Greg. I bet you’re bigger anyways baby”. Taylor smirked, flexing his pecs, making his muscles dance. He knew he had Eden’s attention, even if she was trying to hide it. Greg just shook his head, but Eden's eyes were glued to Taylor, her breath hitching slightly.
"Alright, fine. You’re on” Greg stuttered. Greg dropped his bathing suit revealing his average size to them. Taylor laughed and Eden blushed at his response. She told Greg to cover back up. “Easy to laugh when you don’t show yourself” she said. Taylor stared at her as he dropped his briefs.
His massive cock swung free, making Eden's eyes widen in surprise and Greg's mouth drop open in shock. "Jesus, Taylor," Greg stammered, his eyes wide. "Is that even real?"
Eden looked away, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, but she couldn't stop herself from peeking back. Taylor just grinned, his cock already starting to harden. He was enjoying the attention a little too much.
Eden gasped at his size and felt bad for Greg. "Wow, Taylor, that's... that's something else," she stammered, her eyes flicking back to his cock and then quickly away again.
Taylor chuckled, "You think that's impressive, wait till you see what else I can do with it."
Eden's face turned a deeper shade of red, and she looked at Greg, feeling guilty for looking at Taylor like that.
“Why don’t you come over to my cabin tonight Eden and I’ll show you how to ride it”. Taylor says with a wink.
Eden’s eyes widened in shock, “Taylor! I-I can’t do that. I have a boyfriend.”
Taylor just shrugged, “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Besides, I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
Greg looks furious at Taylor’s proposal. “Eden’s not a piece of meat, Taylor. You can’t just hit on her like that.”
Taylor just laughs, “Relax, Greg. I’m just having a little fun. You should learn to lighten up.”
Eden looks torn between wanting to stay and wanting to leave.
“I can tell you’ve already lost her man, why don’t you ask her what she thinks of it”. Taylor gestures at his crotch with a smirk. Eden’s eyes dart between Taylor and Greg, uncertainty written all over her face.
Greg crosses his arms, his jaw clenched. “I don’t need to ask, Eden. I know what she thinks. She thinks it’s disrespectful and inappropriate.”
Eden bites her lip, her gaze flicking back to Taylor’s cock. She can’t help but feel a twinge of curiosity, despite knowing she shouldn’t. “I-I don’t know, Greg. Maybe we should go.”
Taylor steps closer, his voice low and husky.
"Come on, Eden. You can't tell me you're not even a little curious."
Eden swallows hard, her eyes flicking up to meet his. "I-I shouldn't be, Taylor. I have Greg."
Greg scoffs, "Exactly. You have me, Eden. You don't need to be looking at his... his... thing." He gestures vaguely at Taylor's crotch, unable to bring himself to say the word.
Taylor just laughs, his cock now fully erect and throbbing. "Come on, Greg. Don't be such a prude. “I know you want to hold it Eden” he walked to within inches of her.
Eden's breath hitched, her eyes wide with shock and a hint of excitement. She shook her head, “I-I shouldn’t, Taylor. I have Greg.”
Taylor reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Just a little touch, Eden. That’s all I’m asking for.”
Eden trembled, her eyes flicking between Taylor’s and his throbbing cock. She looked at Greg. “Can I” she asked quietly.
Eden reached out, her hand trembling as it hovered in front of Taylor's cock. She looked at Greg, her eyes pleading for his permission.
Greg looked at Taylor, his expression a mix of anger and defeat. “Fine, Eden. Just… just be quick.”
Eden's hand made contact, her fingers wrapping around Taylor's shaft. She gasped at the heat and the sheer size of him, her eyes widening in shock. Taylor let out a low groan, his cock twitching in her hand. “Fuck, Eden,” he breathed, his voice thick with lust.
“That feels good.”
Eden squeezed him tighter, her curiosity getting the better of her. She’d never touched a man like this before, never felt something so hard and big. She looked up at Taylor, her eyes filled with a mix of wonder and disbelief.
“You’re so big,” she whispered, her hand moving up and down, exploring his length.
Taylor pressed against her and picked her up by her ass.
She wrapped her legs around him. Her bikini bottoms were now completely soaked, leaving nothing to the imagination. "You're playing with fire, Eden," Taylor whispered into her ear, his voice low and husky. "I can feel how wet you are through your bikini."
Eden gasped, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal. She could feel her attraction to Taylor growing, and it scared her. "Taylor, I-I can't," she stammered, trying to pull away. But Taylor held her firmly, his hands gripping her ass.
Greg pushed him and told him to put her down. With one hand he threw Greg out of the shower laughing. Greg was on the floor about to cry. “Eden are you really doing this he asked.
“I’m going to show you what a real dick is even” Taylor whispered to her.
Eden's breath hitched, her eyes widened in shock and excitement. She knew she should stop, but her curiosity and desire were getting the better of her.
Taylor carried her to an empty stall and pressed her against the wall, his mouth crashing down on hers. Eden kissed him back, her body responding to his touch despite her mind telling her to stop. Her hands roamed over his muscular chest, her fingers digging into his skin.
Taylor broke the kiss and trailed his mouth down her neck, his tongue tasting the salt of the shower water. Eden threw her head back, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Taylor's hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts through her soaked bikini top. He pinched her nipples gently, making her gasp. "Taylor, we can't... we shouldn't..." she tried to protest, but her body was betraying her.
Taylor looked into her eyes, his own filled with a mix of desire and amusement. "Shh, Eden. Just let go. I promise I'll make it worth your while." He slipped a hand between them, his fingers finding the tie of her bikini bottoms. With a swift tug, he snapped it, exposing her to him.
Eden gasped, her eyes wide with shock and arousal. "Taylor, what are you doing?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the shower.
Taylor just grinned, his eyes never leaving hers. "I'm giving you what you want, Eden. What you've been wanting since the moment you saw me." He lowered his head, his lips finding hers once more. This time, he didn't just kiss her; he devoured her. His tongue explored her mouth, his hands roamed her body, and his cock pressed against her, reminding her of just how big he was.
Eden's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, but her body was on fire with desire. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, knew that she had a boyfriend, but Taylor's touch was intoxicating, and she found herself unable to resist.
Taylor broke the kiss, his breath coming in short gasps. "God, Eden," he whispered, his eyes locked onto hers. "You're so fucking sexy. I've wanted to do this since the moment I saw you."
Eden's cheeks flushed with heat, but she couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her at his words.
She looked down at Taylor's cock, her heart pounding in her chest. It was so big, so hard. She'd never seen anything like it before.
Taylor, sensing her hesitation, took her hand and guided it back to his cock. "It's okay, Eden," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Just touch me. See how it feels."
Eden tentatively wrapped her hand around him again, her fingers not even able to touch. She sliding them up and down, feeling the smooth, hard skin and the pulsing veins beneath. Taylor let out a low groan, his hips thrusting slightly into her touch.
"That's it, Eden. Just like that." He guided her hand, showing her how to stroke him, how to make him moan. Eden's eyes were wide with surprise and arousal, her breath coming in short gasps. She couldn't believe how hot this was making her, how much she wanted him.
Suddenly, the shower curtain was ripped open, and Viviane stood there, her eyes flashing with anger. "What the fuck, Taylor?" she snapped, her voice cutting through the steamy room. Taylor quickly pulled away from Eden, his cock still throbbing with need.
"Viviane, what are you doing in here?" he asked, his voice casual, as if he hadn't just been about to fuck Eden against the shower wall.
Viviane glared at him, her hands on her hips. "I should ask you the same thing, Taylor. You're supposed to be helping out with the campers, not seducing the counselors." Her eyes darted to Eden, who was still standing there, her bikini top askew and her bottoms missing, her hair a mess. "Eden, are you okay?"
Eden looked up, her eyes wide and uncertain.
"I-I'm fine," she stammered, trying to pull herself together. "I just... I just got a little carried away. That's all."
Viviane raised an eyebrow, her gaze flicking between Taylor and Eden. "Carried away, huh? That's one way to put it." She stepped into the stall, her eyes narrowing as she took in Eden's disheveled state. "You know, Eden, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. He’s just a pig looking to score”. Viviane said, her voice sharp. “Don’t let him play you, Eden. You deserve better”.
Taylor scoffed. “Oh, come on, Viv. Don’t be such a downer. We were just having a little fun.”
Eden flinched at the accusation, her eyes filling with tears. “I-I’m sorry, Viviane. I didn’t mean to-”
Viviane sighed and softened her tone. “It’s okay, Eden. I’m not mad at you. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” She looked at Taylor, her expression stern. “And you, Taylor. Put that dick away and leave her alone”. Viviane's voice was firm, but there was a hint of concern in her eyes as she looked at Eden. Taylor just grinned, his cock still throbbing but slowly deflating. "Alright, alright, I get the hint. I'll leave you two alone." He winked at Eden, who blushed and quickly grabbed a towel to cover herself. Viviane watched Taylor leave, her arms crossed over her chest. Once he was gone, she turned to Eden. "You okay?" she asked softly. Eden nodded, her eyes downcast. "Yeah, I just... got overwhelmed by his confidence and his amazing body” she said.
Viviane nodded, her expression sympathetic. "I get it, Eden. He's charming, and he knows how to push all the right buttons. But you have to be careful. He's not the type to be serious about anyone."
Eden looked up at her, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and confusion. "But what if I want to take a risk? What if I want to experience something new?"
Viviane sighed, running a hand through her black hair. "I know it's hard, Eden. But you have to think about what you really want.
Are you looking for a fling, or something more?"
Eden looked down at her feet, her toes curling in the wet tile. "I don't know, Viviane. I just... I've never felt like this before. Like, I can't stop thinking about him."
Viviane sighed and sat down on the bench that ran along the wall of the shower room. She patted the spot next to her, and Eden sat down as well, her towel clutched tightly to her chest.
"Look, Eden, I get it. Taylor is... something else. And that dick is ridiculous but that’s all he is.” Viviane said.
“I’m just saying, you have to be careful. He’s not the kind of guy to stick around, you know?”
Eden nodded, her eyes meeting Viviane’s. “I know. But it’s like… he makes me feel alive. Like, I’m just this boring counselor, and he makes me feel special. Desired. You know?”
Viviane sighed, pulling Eden into a hug. “I know, sweetie. I just don’t want to see you get hurt. He’s a player, Eden. He’s going to break your heart. You have Greg”.