Chapter 15: Seduction

Vera Adams, Camp Stillwater’s Chief of Staff, addressed the campers again at breakfast.

“I know many of you have become pairs, even with all the switching around and swapping. However, one of the camp goals is for all of you to learn skills. Skills like making friends, seduction, and building relationships.

“To that end, we’ve implemented an almost completely random selection process. We will randomly assign each female camper a male from another cabin.

“You may have already met your match, but most likely this person will be a stranger.

“In the next five days, you are challenged to create a strong relationship with your match. Do everything you can to become a successful couple. That means you should limit contact with your regular partner. If your regular relationship doesn’t survive through a period of limited contact, maybe it wasn’t that strong to begin with.

“Our staff will hand out to young women the slips with your match’s name and cabin number. Your match will be staying with you for 5 days in your cabin. If you have questions, come see me or your assigned resident staff.”

Oscar waited nervously in Cabin 6. He already felt Felicia’s absence; she was out hunting down her match, who would be using his bed. Then he became aware that the door was open, revealing a silhouette in the bright light behind her.

“Oscar Madison?”

He raised his hand.

“Great. Please bring what you need and join me in cabin 12. Oh, sorry, I’m Avani Chatterjee. My parents are Bengali; that is, they are Indians, immigrants from South Asia.”

“I’m pleased to meet you, Avani. I have my stuff ready, so let’s go.”

Naturally, while they walked to the other cabin they checked each other out. In the semi-transparent undergarments, nothing about their bodies was concealed. He found Avani’s figure uninspiring. Her shape was more akin to a flashlight battery than an hourglass. In other words, her waist was likely only a few inches smaller than her hip measurement, and her breasts were at most a B cup.

Of course, he didn’t voice his impressions, but his thoughts would betray him if he wasn’t careful.

“Avani’s body isn’t that appealing to me. Her boobs are kind of small, and they kind of droop onto her big belly. I don’t want to be negative, but she doesn’t compare to Felicia. Or Luann, Helen, or Celie. Celie isn’t skinny, but she’s curvy, not, cylindrical. Is that a word?”

“You’re being quiet, Oscar. What are you thinking?”

“Oh, sorry. I’m kind of clumsy, and talking while I walk can make me stumble or drop my bag. You know that expression, ‘walk and chew gum’ at the same time? Yeah, not me. I’d fall on my face. Oh, this is your cabin?”

“It is. Come on in, your bed is here, and this one is mine. Sit down and tell me about ... Wait.”

She stood up and sat next to him, hip to hip.

“Better. Now, tell me about yourself. You show me yours, and I’ll show you mine. Background, that is.”

“Kyle Larson?” asked Felicia.

He stood up and smiled.

“Oh, my goodness.”

Kyle was nearly six and a half feet tall, slim but muscular. He had the blue eyes and fair skin consistent with his Nordic ancestors, but his hair was brown, not blonde; also, it was straight, not curly.

“I’m sorry, you surprised me. I’m Felicia Younger, from Cabin 6. Do you have your stuff?”

“I do,” he rumbled in his very deep voice.

Already, she was feeling a little dampness between her legs.

“There must be something wrong, some fault, because he’s impossibly handsome,” Felicia thought. She tried to speak calmly to him.

“If you’re ready, Kyle, then let’s go. You can sit with me and tell me how wonderful you are.”

“Aw, I’m just a regular guy. I’m just tall, that’s it.”

“He’s humble, too? I’m doomed.”

While they walked, Felicia realized she was taking three steps compared to his two. It seemed like his waist was level with her shoulders.

“OK, here we are. So, tell me all about Kyle. Would it annoy you to ask about basketball?”

“Everybody assumes I play because I’m tall. But I’ve never been any good at the sport, because I can’t shoot worth a damn, and I trip over my own feet.”

“It’s not just your height, Kyle. Wearing only camp panties, every one of your muscles is clearly visible. If it isn’t basketball, what makes you look like this?”

“Swimming. I was competitive in high school, but after graduating I had to give it up.”

“Really, why? You look like you’re in perfect condition.”

“Felicia, my times were in the top five for my state. But that state was tiny Delaware. In Maryland, I would be in the top twenty-five maybe, as there are four times as many high schools. In the whole US, I might rate in the top six or eight hundred.

“If by some miracle I got a lot faster, I would be competing for one of twenty-five spots on the US team at the summer Olympics. I’ve enjoyed being a swimmer; the effort shows in the fitness of my body, but it’s time I hung up my Speedo and come back to real life.”

“Yes, I can see how you’ve been training. But now you swim for fun?”

“Exactly.”

“How do you feel about diving?”

“Oh, I’m not very ... Wait a minute. That’s where I remember you from, you leapt off that rock at the Inkwell, right?”

“That’s me, yes.”

“Wow, you’re really good. I want to go down there with you for coaching.”

“Kyle, you’re just trying to get me wet.”

She gave him a saucy smirk, seemingly acknowledging she already had a damp spot in her translucent camp panties.

“I know you’re tall, handsome, and you swim. What else should I know about Kyle?”

“Thank you, Oscar, for being so open with me. Do I have this right? You started out with, uh, Felicia, on the bus. She felt her body wasn’t appealing to you, and she left you on the bus thinking you were not interested or indifferent. But you managed to show her that you WERE interested, and now you two are thick as thieves. Correct?”

“Yes, that’s all true.”

“A strange expression, ‘thick as thieves,’ I wonder where it comes from. Sorry, I distract myself sometimes. Can I be more direct with you, Oscar?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“My body isn’t appealing to you. No, don’t be reassuring. I prefer honesty. Oscar, you aren’t looking at me, only at my face. I know that’s considered being polite, but we’re here in this camp for carnal reasons above all.

“Give me a chance to show you something you’re not expecting. If you aren’t happy at bedtime tonight, you can spank me.”

“But, Avani, you might enjoy that. You want a reward for being a lousy lover?”

“Smart ass. OK, you can decide my punishment. But, I’m confident. Guess who’s read the Kama Sutra?”

“No, you haven’t; you just looked at the pictures. To you, Sanskrit is just squiggles.”

“Fuck! Busted. How did you know?”

“I used my psychic powers. Plus, you don’t have a Bengali accent.”

“Where does all this knowledge come from?”

“I knew a guy in my high school; he was an exchange student from Kolkata.”

“You must be telling the truth since you didn’t say Calcutta.”

“Exactly. Poor guy was like me; none of the local girls were interested. He went with his sister to the prom.”