Chapter 686 Crazy Hookup With Camp Counsellor:>>Ep14

• One in particular was Poppy, an eighteen year old Senior. She had chosen this of all days to dress for the gym, not the woods. She had on skin-tight bike shorts and one of those athletic tops we are all supposed to pretend isn't just a bra. Her outfit distinctly highlighted a figure, which while it had not fleshed out yet like Wendy's had, was well on its way.
• Most of our campers make their creations by hand-molding them, or constructing them out of slabs of hand cut clay. We do have a few potter's wheels that the more ambitious can use. Poppy took that morning to get on one of the wheels. She wasn't that good, and asked for my help. I had to go over and stand above her, looking straight down into the open top of that sports bra. After five minutes of struggle with her, the clay flopping all over the wheel unevenly, I reflected frustratedly that it was a good thing the girl was rich as Croesus and had a body built for sex, because she definitely did not have a brain built for rocket science.
• As my frustration mounted, Wendy appeared to help, or so I thought. It seemed that she was there to make my frustration different... and more intense.