Chapter 5: The Inkwell

Camp Stillwater’s Mess Hall could only fit half the campers at a time, so this Sunday the even-numbered cabins ate first. Vera stood up and asked for everyone’s attention.

“I only have a brief announcement because I have to repeat it for the other set of cabins. I hope all of you had a chance to have oral sex last night. I need to mention that for some people, orgasms don’t come, er, don’t happen from oral sex alone. This is common, and you shouldn’t feel like you are inadequate or messing up. Lots of men pull their dicks out in the air and use a few frantic strokes to start spraying. Similar for women.

“Tonight, we ask that you repeat with last night’s partner and see if this information is helpful.

“My announcement is that after lunch, we’re all going to meet at the flagpole and walk down to the Inkwell, which is our swimming hole. There are several things I need you to remember.

“You must use sunblock, which will be readily available. We are at an altitude well above sea level, and the ultraviolet rays are powerful. Even those of you with African ancestors can burn; it’s just a slower process.

“One end of the lake is very deep, with the dark color that explains the name. We have a safety rope marking where the bottom drops off to more than 6 feet deep. Obviously, you can only dive at the deep end, and ensure that the water is free before diving.

“We encourage play and even roughhousing, as long as it stays in the shallow end.

“If you are at all unsure of your abilities, we have slim lifejackets for you that won’t limit your movement. Questions?

“Hearing none and seeing none, remember to gather at the flagpole after lunch.”

Celie and Steve sat together, with Felicia and Oscar opposite. Celie had a slight scowl, but it wasn’t from the food.

“Steve, you’ve been holding out on us.”

“What? Me? No, I haven’t.”

“My brother, Jean,” she pronounced it like John, “is a competitive swimmer, first in high school, and now in college. Your body shows the same kind of development. How long have you been swimming?”

“I started in seventh grade, when I was only 11. Why?”

“I’m not good in the water. I want to lay out and float with your arms under my shoulders and my ass, Steve.”

Felicity had been listening, and she broke in.

“Why, suddenly, I’ve forgotten how to swim. Steve, can you hold me that way, too?”

“Sorry, I have a strict rule in the pool. Only one ass at a time.”

“Oh, poo. It’s all coming back to me now. Will you swim with me, Oscar?”

“Sure, I will. I’ll hang on to your ass and make sure it doesn’t float away.”

“You’re so thoughtful.”

She leaned over and kissed him. Steve had an idea.

“Celie, if I teach you well, will you give me a tip?”

“Just the tip? I want the whole shaft.”

Marcia grabbed Will’s upper arm.

“Will, you’ve got to help me. I have so little body fat, I sink like a stone. Don’t chuckle! It’s true.”

“I will certainly help you, Marcia. I’m sure you’ve noticed; I’m kind of skinny, too. I’m going to ask if they have any pool noodles.”

“What the hell is a pool noodle?” asked Helen.

“Let’s see. A pool noodle is a tube of styrene foam, I believe, that is about 6 feet long and 5 inches wide. It’s super floaty, and I sit on one, and it holds me upright in the water.”

“Ooh, I’ll go with you,” said Marcia. “It sounds like fun.”

“Me three,” added Helen.

Activities at the Inkwell happened just as expected. First, Will sat on two noodles while supporting Marcia so she could float.

“Take in a big breath,” counseled Will. “You’ll be surprised how floaty you will be.”

Marcia was a good swimmer, so she enjoyed jousting with Will, holding her noodle like a lance.

“Beware, fair maiden, I am the Black Knight!” Will preened.

Then they switched around. Marcia and Helen each sat on a noodle and supported Will as he lay on their arms. Marcia couldn’t resist temptation; she fondled his ass cheeks and watched him become erect in front of her face.

“Up periscope!” declared Marcia in a silly tone of voice.

“Not fair!” complained Helen. She was stuck up at Will’s shoulders. If she dropped him, his head would go under the water.

“My life is in your hands, and this is how you treat me?”

Will sounded serious, but he was only kidding. He knew he could float using the inhaling trick.

Meanwhile, Oscar was watching Felicia climb a huge boulder overlooking the inky depths. In fact, he was leering, watching her ass flex as she worked her way up the side to the top.

Some wag had painted an image of a baseball pitching rubber (a 6 × 24 inch slab at the summit of the mound) showing the best place to dive from. Oscar had already dived from there.

“Don’t balk, Felicia!”

“You’re hilarious, Oscar.”

Her dive was a perfect arc, with her body slipping under the surface with almost no splash. Her performance show more proficiency than Oscar’s splashy entrance.

“What did you think?”

“Perfect dive. What were the—in mythology, oh, yeah! You’re a Naiad, a water nymph. You bewitch me, like the Sirens at the ocean with sailors. But Naiads were in fresh waters. Alluring and entrancing.”

“Oscar, you sure talk pretty. Why?”

“I’ve always been a fast and voracious reader. I read a whole lot of old copyright-free novels, like from the 1800s. Teachers suspected me of plagiarism because I used words from that period in my assignments. I had to write an essay in front of them to show I was legit.”

“According to my college exams, I scored in the top 85%, Oscar. But I struggle once in a while to follow what you’re saying to me. Let me educate you. We’ll go up on the rock, and I will advise you on your diving.”