Chapter 8

~Sunday, July 13th – Tuesday, July 15th~

I woke up Sunday morning with Lauren in my arms. I was holding her close, and my hand was cupping one of her perfect breasts. She mumbled slightly when I released her. Then she yawned loudly before turning over and looking at me with a soft smile.

We kissed softly for a few minutes. It may have been a mistake, but we both needed the comfort. In fact, Lauren and I had spent the entire day together. I made omelets for breakfast, before driving us both to town so we could walk through the shops. We didn’t mention Jonathan or Lacey. I hated when Lauren left to return to her own house for the night.

Monday and Tuesday were rough. Lauren did start running with Brady and me again, so I got to hear her call me a twatwaffle in her musical voice, rather than via text. Still, we were both sad. Thursday was approaching, and the sale would be final. After learning about Lacey’s pregnancy, Lauren just couldn’t bring herself to try and convince me to stay.

Riley could tell I was down, but she couldn’t get me to talk about it. Michelle tried as well, making sure I knew she was still there for me, even while spending time with Brian. Nikki continued ignoring me, and there was no drama with the Brooke and James situation.

~Wednesday, July 16th~

I wanted to run with Lauren on Wednesday as well, but the loud thunder that woke me up convinced me that was a bad idea. In fact, I ended up spending the first couple hours of Wednesday morning on the phone. The weather was bad. Way, too bad. I had to make sure everyone was safe.

All camp activities were canceled. The campers had to stay in the safety of their cabins to wait out the storm. Thankfully, each cabin was stocked with plenty of supplies and board games. They’d have food, water, and at least some entertainment.

It was a mostly boring day. Just briefly going outside so Brady could do his business was enough to make me feel like I had jumped in the lake. I sighed in exasperation when Brady shook himself, getting even more water everywhere.

I was very surprised that the power stayed on for most of the day. I didn’t chance cooking, instead going with a quick sandwich for dinner. I stayed in touch with everyone, including Lauren, making sure things were fine. They were. However, when the power went out and the generator roared into life, I knew I had to act.

The walls almost shook as thunder roared outside, the summer storm furious. Despite the possible danger, I pulled on a raincoat as I walked over to the door. I had to stop Brady from coming out with me as I opened my front door.

“Stay, Brady. It’s not fit out here for man or beast,” I instructed, stepping outside and getting pelted with hard, cold rain. “But, it’s apparently fine for an idiot campground owner. Soon to be former owner.”

I made my rounds, making sure everything that needed to be tied down was secure. I went to the main campground to make sure the families were all safe. I checked in briefly at the various camper cabins, ensuring everyone was safe and accounted for. By the end, I was more water than man, but I knew that I’d done the right thing.

Trudging through the rain, I made my way back to my cabin. Wait. Something wasn’t right. I found myself outside of Lauren’s cabin instead. With a sigh, I turned to leave. Then I froze, standing out in the rain like an idiot. I caved. Turning around, I walked up to Lauren’s door and knocked. I had to wait a couple minutes, but the door finally opened.

“What the fuck are you doing out here, you slack-jawed idiot?!” Lauren gasped at my bedraggled appearance. She grabbed my hand and pulled me inside.

“I’m dripping on your floor. Sorry,” I felt odd, strangely disconnected from myself.

I didn’t realize I was shivering until Lauren took off my raincoat. She then wrapped a thick towel around me as she tried drying me off. The tall woman was then standing in front of me, reaching out to lightly touch my face with her fingers.

“You’re freezing! Come on, get in here!” she pulled me deeper into the house, dragging me to her bathroom.

Lauren was wearing red flannel pajama pants and a plain white t-shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her feet were bare. I had on shorts and a t-shirt under my raincoat, but the coat was apparently only water resistant, not water proof. I was soaked to the bone.

“Thank you,” I mumbled, frowning in confusion as I watched her turn on her shower.

“Not how I pictured getting you naked,” Lauren smirked at me as she had me lift my arms so she could remove my shirt.

I was still numb, inside and out, as she removed my shirt and tossed it in her hamper. Lauren got me completely naked while I offered no resistance. I wasn’t even thinking about it; my dick was soft, which definitely was not the way I wanted it the first time Lauren saw it. Of course, I had convinced myself she’d never see it.

Lauren placed her hand under the shower spray to test the temperature. Then she grabbed my hand, guiding me into the shower. The water felt like fire on my icy skin, but somehow her hands rubbing my shoulders, my chest, felt even hotter.

“I’m sorry I need to leave,” I mumbled as she turned the temperature up slightly.

“You need to do what’s best for you, I understand,” she sighed. “I’ll miss you. I’ll miss you so much. Everyone at your camp will, too.”

“They don’t know...” I trailed off. “None of them know. About the baby, about the sale. They don’t know.”

“You’re gonna have to tell them,” Lauren told me calmly. “Maybe not about the baby, but about the sale. They might notice when the new owners change the name.”

“Change the name,” I mumbled to myself as Lauren had me turn in the shower.

Lauren was right. The new owners could change the name. They could destroy the Abbott Rabbit forever. Maybe the memorial to my loved ones wouldn’t fit in to their new design. Maybe that beautiful memorial would end up in the trash, lost forever.

Glancing over at my beautiful neighbor, at my friend, I noticed that her white shirt was now soaked. In fact, it was almost see-thru. At one point, Lauren just rolled her eyes and whipped off the shirt. Boobs. Perfect, perfect boobs. Maybe it was shallow, but holy shit. Those boobs were magic, and I moaned softly as I felt the blood finally start to rush.

“Come here, let me dry you off,” she offered as she shut off the water.

“Thanks, Lauren,” I muttered.

Lauren helped me out of the shower, and I felt my arm brush against her breast. She spent a few minutes drying me off with the towel. There was no way she didn’t notice I was fully erect. I even felt my cock twitch when she bent forward to dry my legs, allowing those beautiful tits to dangle from her chest. She looked incredible, only wearing flannel pajama bottoms. The towel was soon gone, and she stood in front of me, staring at me with sadness and confusion.

“I didn’t ... with you leaving ... I just. I just. Fuck it,” Lauren grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss.

I finally fully snapped out of whatever shocked numbed state I was in. With a throaty moan, I wrapped my arms around Lauren, pulling her tight against me as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I could feel her breasts squish against my bare chest, and my hand slid down to grab her ass. I’d missed her kisses. I wanted them every day.

We kissed in her bathroom for at least ten minutes before she started guiding me into the hallway. Our kiss never broke as we made our way up the stairs and into her bedroom. Her hands ran all over my chest and arms, and it was obvious she was as aroused as I was.

Breaking our lip lock, I kissed down her neck. She tilted her head back as her fingers caressed the back of my head. She cooed softly when I lightly sucked on her collarbone. Then I kissed even lower, until I was finally able to get full access to her volcanic tits.

“Mm,” I hummed happily as I pressed her breasts together and buried my face in her cleavage.

Lauren moaned my name while I kissed all over her big boobs. Tit flesh bulged around my fingers, and I soon realized just how sensitive Lauren’s breasts were. I quickly slurped a nipple into my mouth and started sucking on it.

“Oh, God! Yes!” Lauren hissed, her body shuddering. “Suck my titties!”

My tongue flicked her nipple, and she gasped again. I sucked on her left tit first, then her right. My teeth grazed her right nipple while I palmed her left breast. Her skin was so soft, her boobs were somehow pliant and firm at the same time. I was in heaven. So was Lauren.

“Bite my nipple! Harder! Yes, like that! Bite it!” Lauren moaned, both hands holding my head to her bosom. “I’m cumming! Oh fuck, I’m cumming!”

She was gasping and grunting, cumming hard as I played with her tits. I knew it was possible, but I had never seen a woman reach orgasm just from nipple stimulation. I hadn’t even gone near her pussy, yet Lauren was clearly having an intense orgasm.

“God, I love your tits,”I husked, holding her boobs together while kissing her cleavage.

“Mm, I love this,” Lauren husked as I felt her fingers wrap around my erection. “And I think it’s your turn now.”

A moment I had fantasized about for a month had finally arrived. Lauren was slowly stroking me as she kissed down my chest. She stopped briefly to suck on my lift nipple before continuing down to my stomach. Then she was on her knees. Lauren was on her knees, topless and looking up at me with sparkling blue eyes.

I was in her mouth. I was in her warm, wet mouth. She was gripping my thighs tightly as she bobbed her head on me, moaning loudly while slurping and sucking. I was too stunned to do anything at first, simply watching as Lauren massaged my balls before returning her hand to my thigh.

“Mm! Mm! Mm! Mm!” she hummed as she gave me an amazing blowjob.

My hands went back to her tits. I loved playing with them, and I knew I’d never tire of feeling them in my hands. I took a breast in each hand, pulling them apart before squishing them together again. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, making her moan.

“Oh, Lauren!” I groaned. “Your mouth feels so good. Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

“MM!” she groaned loudly, taking me deep.

I was too overwhelmed, her tongue lashing the underside of my cock was too much. Releasing her breasts, I buried both hands in her long, blonde hair. She was so good, she made love to my cock with her mouth. My knees were shaking, it was too much.

“Lauren! I’m gonna cum!” I warned, my fingers clenching her scalp.

Lauren just moaned and sucked harder, her head bobbing faster. I exploded. I thought a testicle was going to rupture as semen poured out of my cock and filled Lauren’s warm, wet mouth. Her nostrils flared and she started squirming. I thought she might have had a tiny orgasm.

When I finished my orgasm, Lauren eased her mouth off of me. With her blue eyes looking up at me, she gaped her mouth, showing me the thick white fluid all over her tongue. There was even a strand connecting her tongue to the roof of her mouth. Then she pressed her lips together and tilted her head back, giving an obvious swallow.

“Ah!” she declared, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue to show me she had swallowed every drop. “Mm, cum! I love cum!”

“That was fucking incredible,” I gasped, breathing heavily.

“It was!” Lauren giggled, getting to her feet. “My boobs were always sensitive, but Jonathan could never make me cum, ever. And I never enjoyed sucking a dick so much! I have a very active fantasy life, but it never compares to reality. Until you.”

“You’re amazing,” I stammered. “You are completely amazing.”

“Thanks,” she blushed cutely.

Lauren and I ended up cuddling in bed together. I was naked, but she still had her bottoms on. Her butt and back were pressed against my front, so I wrapped an arm around her. I smiled when she grabbed my hand, lifting it from her stomach to place it on her bare breasts. I had absolutely no idea if it was even late enough for bed. We fell asleep listening to the sounds of the storm.

~Thursday, July 17th~

Lauren was still fast asleep when I woke up in the morning. My morning wood was pressed up against her ass. My eyes went wide when I realized that I had probably overslept. I had left my phone at home. I carefully got my arm out from underneath Lauren without waking her before checking the time on her phone. Yup. I was late. I guessed she had turned her own alarm off for some reason.

I quietly made my way downstairs, still naked. My clothes were in her bathroom, and they were still soaked. I probably should have asked if I could have used Lauren’s dryer. In my defense, I was distracted by boobs and a blowjob. I did what I had to. I grabbed a fluffy pink bathrobe to conceal my nudity, then I put my boots on and ran to my cabin. My own walk of shame, I guessed. Only I wasn’t ashamed. What happened had felt so natural, so right.

Brady gave me a judgmental look when I entered the cabin in a pink bathrobe. I quickly gave him his breakfast and refilled his water dish before rushing upstairs. Grabbing my phone, I sent Lauren a quick text to let her know I was fine. I also saw a text from Michelle.

Michelle: I got my period, we’re good!

Tim: Good to know! See you later!

I quickly dressed for the day, barely taking the time to wash my face and brush my teeth. It was time. I was wearing a suit. The guy would be here in a few minutes with a notary public so we could sign the papers. I was selling Abbott Trails.

I walked through the camp. Maybe not for the last time, but the last time it would be mine. I walked past the place where I had my first kiss with Lacey, my first kiss ever. I walked by the memorial, where Lauren and I so recently connected. I walked past where Dad taught me to ride a bike. Past where I taught Sophia how to catch crayfish. Past where Michelle had scraped her knee. Past the archery range Riley loved. Past where I got married.

As I walked past each place, I realized that each made me smile. Yeah, there was still pain, but there was so much love. Old love. Old lovers. New relationships. New love. The pain was strong, but I found myself able to deal with it, able to smile. Able to live.

And under it all, this place. I loved this place. I still do. I loved Abbott Trails. As I walked along the shore, I suddenly spooked a great blue heron. As its huge wings lifted it across the water, I watched it in wonder. And I realized. I couldn’t. I couldn’t leave this place. I was wrong. I didn’t need to leave. I needed to stay. I needed to remember. I needed to remember my loved ones, to honor their memory, and to make new memories. Abbott Trails and Moosehead Lake were as much a part of me as my DNA.

These past three years have been full off various trials as I struggled to learn to survive without my family. The final trial was one of my own making. I had to come so close to selling the camp to realize that I still belonged there. I always would.

The lawyer who came all the way out here for my signature was going to be pissed.

An hour later I ran back into Lauren’s cabin. I bounded up the stairs and flew into her bedroom. She was still sleeping in bed where I left her. There was a small smile on her face. Lauren looked peaceful. She looked happy. And I knew I was ready. Ready to move on. I hoped she would still have me, but somehow, I wasn’t worried.

“Lauren?” I whispered, leaning down to peck her lips. “Lauren, wake up!”

“Hm? I’m sleeping!” she grumbled.

“Lauren, I’m staying. I can’t leave,” I looked into her eyes just as she started blinking them into focus.

“Wha-? What time is it? What’s going on? Can’t what?” Lauren rubbed her eyes and then touched her lips. “Getting a little free with those kisses, aren’t we? Wait. What did you just say?”

“I’m staying. I can’t do it. I can’t leave. This is where I belong,” I smiled down at her.

“In bed?” she wondered, still confused.

“No. Well, yes, but no,” I laughed. “And I’m not in bed, anyway.”

“Right, why are you wearing a suit?” Lauren asked, finally waking up fully. “What the fuck is going on?”

“I’m not selling Abbott Trails,” I stated, a wide grin on my face. “I belong here. Here. The camp, the lake, the mountain. You. This is where I belong. Where I need to be.”

Lauren’s blue eyes were wide as she gazed at me in wonder. She didn’t respond with words. Instead, she chose to grab me by the back of the head, leaning up as she pulled me down into a kiss. It was hot and passionate. It was loving.

“So, um,” Lauren began after breaking the kiss, “does this mean you’ll rethink me asking you out?”

“As long as you don’t rethink putting out,” I shrugged, bringing us back to when she admitted her feelings.

“Twatwaffle,” she snorted.

“The second session ends on Saturday. The kids leave at noon,” I reasoned.

“Would you like to come over?” Lauren asked, batting her eyelashes at me.

“I would,” I nodded. “What about Sean?”

“I told him on my birthday that I just wanted to be friends,” she admitted. “I felt bad since he went to so much trouble making me dinner, and he is a nice guy. I was just hung up on an asshole.”

“That asshole sounds horrible,” I replied.

“You have no idea!” Lauren giggled cutely. “Biggest thundercunt I’d ever met.”

“Ah, the cuntiest of all cunts,” I smirked.

“Yes,” she agreed, pecking my lips. “So, the suit was because you were gonna sign the papers?”

“Yeah, it was a big meeting,” I winced.

“They must have been pissed,” Lauren commented.

“Yeah, they definitely were. But, there was nothing they could do. I hadn’t signed anything,” I said happily. “Of course, they had a few creative names of their own for me.”

“That so?” she laughed.

“Yeah, and they weren’t cute like the ones you call me,” I told her.

Lauren eventually sat up, and I wasn’t sure what she said next, because I could see her boobs. It was so strange, I saw them with my eyes, yet they somehow stopped my ears from working. Fortunately, Lauren was quite flattered and even thought it was cute.

Sadly, the storm had likely caused some damage. I couldn’t take the day off. Lauren understood, and she put a shirt on before kissing me goodbye. We kissed quite a bit, in fact, unwilling to say goodbye. Lauren pulled away slightly and looked at me.

“I have to ask, are you sleeping with that counselor?” Lauren inquired.

“Yes,” I admitted. “And, ah, one other counselor.”

“Someone’s a pussy hound!” she giggled.

“Oh good, you’re not mad,” I sighed in relief.

“No, I’m not mad,” Lauren shook her head, a big smile on her face. “But, ah, do you think you could stop?”

“For you? Done,” I promised.

“For now,” she clarified, causing me to look at her with raised eyebrows. “I did suggest a threesome to Jonathan once, remember? If I was willing to do that with him, what do you think I’d be willing to do with you?”

“Other than the Jonathan part, that’s nice to think about,” I laughed. “We can talk about that stuff later, but for now, I’ll tell Michelle and Riley we have to stop.”

“Thank you,” Lauren replied, pecking my lips again.

The storm had left a lot of work. We were cleaning up all day. The counselors had their hands full entertaining the campers, all of whom were restless after a day cooped up inside. I had good staff, I had loyal staff. I had hardworking staff. We all worked together and got Abbott Trails looking pristine again. Well, as pristine as a campground could be, anyway.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” Riley asked as she and Michelle sat with me for dinner.

“I’m very okay,” I nodded. “Thanks for having dinner with me.”

“I think Brian can mange one meal without me,” Michelle said. “What did you want to talk about?”

“I talked to Lauren,” I stated plainly.

“Oh,” Riley winced. “Did she seal the deal with her date?”

“No. She didn’t,” I smiled. “She was too hung up on someone else.”

“And you were the someone else?” Michelle asked, a big grin on her lightly-freckled face.

“Correct,” I confirmed. “We have a date Saturday.”

“Which is why we’re here,” Riley sighed. “You have to stop sleeping with us.”

“Yeah...” I admitted sadly. “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t figure out a better way to tell you.”

“It’s okay,” Riley nodded, looking sad. “I’m disappointed, but we’re friends first. We’re still friends, right?”

“We’ll always be friends,” I promised.

“In that case, I’m okay, too,” Michelle spoke up. “You’ll always be my first, and I’ll never forget that. I’ll always care about you, and I hope we never lose touch. I can be your friend.”

“Thank you. Both of you. For everything,” I said sincerely.

“I am gonna miss that amazing cock of yours,” Riley mumbled.

“Shit, me too,” Michelle blushed cutely.

The three of us kept talking for a little while longer. It was obvious that Michelle and Riley were disappointed, but they were my friends. They agreed it was for the best, and that it had to happen eventually. Both girls did blink away tears a couple of times, which almost made me tear up. Ending an intimate relationship was never easy.

That night I called Lauren while laying in bed. We stayed on the phone for at least an hour. I never got tired of hearing her voice. However, it was late. Her voice grew softer and softer. We fell asleep while our phone call was still connected.

~Friday, July 18th~

I had my usual morning run with Lauren on Friday. She met me with a kiss, and was very happy when I let her know that I had talked to my two lovers. Lauren did ask a couple questions about them after our run. I told her the truth, even informing her that Michelle was a huge fan of L. Walsh. Lauren offered to meet her, as long as I could promise that Michelle could keep a secret.

The rest of Friday went by quickly. The kids would be leaving Saturday, so they had to start preparing to get on the buses. There was a very nice bonfire Friday night, and the campers had a great time roasting marshmallows. Lauren and I fell asleep texting.

~Saturday, July 19th~

“Morning, twatwaffle!” Lauren chirped, pecking my lips when we met for our run.

“Good morning, beautiful!” I replied, kissing her back.

“Mm, I like!” she giggled. “You kissing my ass is much better than pretending you don’t think I’m sexy.”

“Let’s save the ass kissing for later, okay?” I teased, grabbing her butt and pulling her to me. “It’s time to run.”

Lauren and I finished our run, and it looked like her ankle was fully healed. We kissed goodbye, with her heading home to work on Halcyon Dust while I went to the summer camp so that I could help the counselors. We had a lot of kids who needed to pack.

Unlike the first summer session, we did not get the buses on their way at noon. One suitcase managed to burst open, sending a poor fourteen year old girls’ clothes and personal effects all over the ground. She burst into tears, and dealing with that caused quite the delay.