Page 4 of Last Summer
Abby and I exchange a look. Who the hell invited her?
Before anyone has a chance to get to know each other any better, the sound of car tires approaching on the dirt road pulls all our attention away. A large truck drives up behind the rest of our cars. Rather than pulling up alongside the rest of us though, they back up and spin their truck so it’s perpendicular to ours, essentially blocking us all in. Who the hell parks like that?
The door swings open and out hops one of the most gorgeous women I’ve ever seen. She’s tall and muscular but with plenty of curves. Her ass is tight and round and bouncy. My mouth waters thinking about sinking my teeth into that ass. Her sleek black hair falls down her back, shimmering like a waterfall. She smiles and her green eyes light up with a hint of mischief as she saunters towards us. Her crop top rides up just enough to expose the toned expanse of her stomach with a dangling gem hanging down to her low rise jeans. Something about her looks so familiar, but I don’t think I’ve ever met her before. It’s a strange feeling as if I’ve known her in another life.
She raises her hand above, swinging a bottle of cinnamon whisky at us while yelling, “Who’s ready to party?”
Chapter two
THE RING
SARAH
SaturdayEvening
I pick uncomfortably at the hem of my skirt, pulling at a loose thread that’s desperate to unravel.
I feel the same way.
I don’t know why I came here. This was a terrible idea. A mistake. Everyone else here is attractive and charismatic and fun. I’m so…not.
We’re all situated around the fire. The sky is getting darker with each moment. I don’t like the dark. I desperately want to go inside my tent, but maybe that’d be rude? I don’t want them to think I’m rude. I’m just not like them. They’re all comparing follower counts for their OnlyFans accounts. I don’t even know what OnlyFans is.
Why am I here?
The invite said this was a retreat for those wanting to make more of a social media presence in marketing themselves for career and technical opportunities. I thought this would be for other recent college graduates, like me. Not whoeverthesepeople are. They seem wild and uneducated and so unlike the people I’m used to spending time with. Part of me wants to just grab my stuff and go, but it’s getting dark. I really don’t want to be on the road when it gets dark.
That’s when most car accidents occur.
The fire burns brightly against the encroaching nightfall. I stare at the dancing flames while the others ramble on.
“Listen, when guys get weird with me, then domme mommy comes out and shuts them the fuck up,” the one with piercings all over her face, I think her name is Lucy maybe, is saying.
She seems scary. She has two piercings on both the top and bottom of her lips and she’s covered in tattoos. One side of her head is shaved. I chance another glance up at her and this time our gazes connect. She looks at me across the fire with mischief in her eyes. The look she gives me makes me very uncomfortable. She seems like someone who cares very little for rules and authority.
“You think guys are bad?” the sole man of the group quips back before grabbing the neck of a bottle of cinnamon whisky and shooting back a long swig. I barely restrain a look of disgust from pulling at my face. “Some of these chicks are fucking wild!”
Giggling draws my attention to the blonde one—Abby, maybe? She reeks of desperation with her breasts practically spilling from her shirt and shorts that barely cover anything. She’s wearing a pair of winter sheepskin boots with her barely there ensemble. Is she planning for both a blizzard and heat wave? Her fake blond hair is stringy and her makeup is overdone. I’ve been around her type before, they’re mean girls.
Each person here is worse than the last.
“Chris, you’re terrible,” she coos as she stands, flashing us all an eye full, and walking over to him.
She shimmies right up to him and turns her face up to his. He takes a swig from the bottle again before placing his handson her cheeks and squeezing, forcing her mouth open. Then he leans over her and spits the amber liquid into her mouth. Something about watching their interaction makes my insides roll. I shift uncomfortably on the log beneath me and avert my eyes. Unfortunately, my gaze lands back on Lucy. She smirks at me and brings her hand up to her face. She makes a V around her mouth with her fingers, sticks out her tongue, and writhes it seductively. I quickly divert my gaze, choosing instead to stare at the ground. Heat flares across my flesh, and I’m sure I’m blushing. I hope no one notices in the low light.
“Behave, Abby.” I keep my eyes on the ground but it sounds like that was the brunette—Danica. She seems like the most reasonable of the group. Her and the last girl, Julie, both seem somewhat normal. But I’ve been watching throughout the night as Danica has smoked more and more, drinking rapidly as well. She’s either very good at hiding her intoxication or she has a very high tolerance. She’s probably a degenerate like the rest of them. “We will have plenty of time to play once we get all set up tomorrow. The note said the WIFI should be up and running, so once there’s better lighting tomorrow we should be good to go.”
Blonde Bimbo Barbie plops back down on her log with a sour look on her face. I keep my eyes trained on the dirt, refusing to look back up in case one of them does something vulgar again. I continue to worry the hem of my skirt. I know I shouldn’t, this is a nice skirt, but I’m anxious and uncomfortable. I don’t belong here. The log shifts beneath me as someone comes and sits next to me. I chance a glance out of the side of my eye and see jeans and tennis shoes. My eyes slowly graze up the figure next to me to the kind face of Julie.
“It's a little wild here, huh?” she asks in a sincere tone that lets me know she’s not just making fun of me.
Instantly, I let my guard down a little. She seems genuinely sweet. She has long dark hair and beautiful green eyes. She’sgorgeous and I’m sure guys fawn over her. But she also seems nice. She offers me a warm smile that sets me at ease.
“Yeah, this is different than I thought it’d be,” I admit to her.
Suddenly, the sound of a twig snapping draws my attention behind us. I prick my ears to listen. The others are playing some shit song so it’s hard to hear but I know I heard something.Shit, what if there’s bears or something out here?Julie’s hand swiftly lands on my knee and brings my focus back to her.
“It’s okay to be a little uncomfortable,” Julie says as she gently rubs my knee. “This is kinda a weird situation, being stuck out alone in the woods together. I don’t even get service out this far.” She chuckles and removes her hand, and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
