Appalachian Adventure Racing Camp
Copyright© 2025 by Canairs90s
Scene 8 — Cal
Lindsey emerged from the bathroom wearing white running shorts and a red soccer jersey with the logo of a Chicago restaurant chain emblazoned on it - this was the jersey for one of the amateur teams she played on, Cal assumed.
“My turn?” Cal asked. He was sitting on a towel in one the chairs looking awkward.
“Yep ... hey, just a couple things I’d like to say to you as my teammate if that’s ok.” Lindsey said, taking a deep breath, “First, I appreciate you letting me give my own intro at the start of the challenge. I feel like we should be equals on this team so I appreciate the acknowledgement. Same thing with telling the girls it was my winning idea. I really appreciate how you’re treating me as an equal partner.
“Second, I had NO earthly clue my panties would be so transparent once the oil soaked them. I REALLY appreciate you not just being creepy about pretty much being able to see all my bits and keeping a focus on the game,” she finished.
“Oh gosh,” Cal replied, “I’m not going to be a weirdo and say I hadn’t noticed. You’re a very attractive woman and I don’t want to tear down your self-esteem by pretending otherwise. But I also really appreciate that you’re all about winning, I love that. That’s WHY I came here, to compete and win. So I love that you seem to be all in on that with me even if we have to do some things that aren’t completely comfortable. Honestly I’m really stoked you’re my partner for this weekend.” Cal figured that was close enough to the truth. His sexy partner had had his attention pretty much all afternoon, but he did want to win badly and creeping on his teammate didn’t seem like a winning strategy.
“Thanks,” Lindsey said, looking relieved, “I’m going to just put my clothes out on the porch railing to dry out like where the ladies left their shirts, but I don’t really want my underwear on display for the whole camp, ironic, I know, so I left my underwear on the counter to dry. Hope that’s not any weirder than what’s already gone on today.”
“Makes sense,” Cal replied, “fine with me.” Inwardly he was certainly not complaining about seeing more of his sexy partner’s underwear, even if she wasn’t in it.
He headed into the bathroom and showered off, doing his best to clean his garments and wring out the oil, then dressed in a clean pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
When he came out of the bathroom Lindsey was sitting on the bottom bunk of their bed both wide eyed and amused. She put a finger over her lips to tell him to be quiet while also pointing towards their wall in the direction of Room 3.
“Oh yes, rail my oily pussy with your big dirty cock!” a voice, clearly a woman’s yelled. Cal did the obvious math, this almost assuredly had to be Annie.
“Be quiet, you dirty slut or I’ll shove these nasty slimy panties in your whore mouth,” roared a man, presumably Stefan, in response.
“Fucking do it and do meeee,” the woman shrieked.
There was no more shouting after that. Cal returned Lindsey’s wide eyed. “Well I guess we need to keep our voices down,” he said, “and I guess I have a better understanding of what ‘deeping our marriage’ means.”
Lindsey guffawed at his comment, “Let’s head downstairs and let them continue ‘deepening things’ as you call it,” she suggested.
They went downstairs to the lounge room, the only others there were Cara and Bailey, sitting on a couch and scrolling on their phones. Lindsey and Cal sat down on an adjacent couch.
“You guys get an earful of our competition as well?” Bailey asked.
“Ha yes, wow. They are something,” Lindsey answered.
“As a purveyor of some of the smuttier corners of the internet,” Bailey said, catching a bemused look from Cara, “I’m wondering if they have a WAM fetish. It’s pretty damn weird to drop $750 apiece on a weekend to just mess around, literally, but it would explain why they didn’t seem to take the game terribly seriously.”
“What’s a WAM fetish?” Lindsey asked, looking confused.
Cal cringed inwardly, he was acutely aware of what WAM meant. He didn’t think he had a fetish per se, but he definitely enjoyed the genre. He was mainly here to compete, but the possibility of getting disgustingly dirty, and more importantly, seeing women getting disgustingly dirty, wasn’t exactly a negative for him.
“It means wet and messy,” Bailey answered, “It’s basically getting dirty with all kinds of things intentionally because it turns you on...”
She trailed off as the guys from Team 1 descended from upstairs. They looked angry. They didn’t offer a greeting as they walked to the refrigerator and grabbed beers.
Lindsey and Cal exchanged awkward looks with Bailey and Cara but they didn’t say anything and all four went back to their phones.
The presumably happy couple - Stefan and Annie - came down a few minutes later, looking content.
Pierre and Laurie arrived soon after that. “Alright gang, here’s the results of game 1,” Laurie burst through the door and started speaking, drawing everyone’ s attention. “Team 2 got first, closely followed by Team 4. Team 3 just got done ahead of Team 1. We’ll keep updated scores on this whiteboard,” she gestured to one next to the front door. Pierre began adding the scores. Laurie explained that first place earned three points, second two, third one, and fourth got none in each game.
“Our first game tomorrow is admittedly the most complex one we have, and the rules explanation is correspondingly long. That’s why we do it first on Day 2 and give you all the night to think it over. We call this game ‘Assassination,’ in each round one team will play the assassins and try to ‘kill’ the high value target or HVT. The assassination team will pick one of the other six contestants to be the HVT. The HVT will wear white clothes we provide. Since we obviously are not going to be killing anybody you ‘damage’ the HVT by getting them dirty. As is our tradition, we will not be equipping you with any weapons, but let me be clear, you cannot ‘produce’ weapons from your bodies or use animal scat you find - no bodily substances, either human or animal may be used.” Cal wondered if that had ever actually happened. It sounded gross.
Lindsey was already beginning to process the game’s parameters and asked: “so it’ll be 2 against 5 in each round, how can we expected to ever have a shot?”
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