LINTY GOES TO SUMMER CAMP 9

Another chap. Please reread chap 8 to catch up. I know it's been a while. Have just a few more but plan to make it exciting. Hope you enjoy.

LINTY GOES TO SUMMER CAMP 9

Linty was apprehensive all through breakfast on this Tuesday morning. Bobbie had let them know that rock climbing was on for today. Although Linty had never rock climbed before, she knew about it. They would have to wear harnesses. And those harnesses would be tight. VERY TIGHT about her crotch.

Even with her large shorts, those damned straps would easily outline her secret equipment. Then everyone would know about her and her best friend. Sending an eye about the large dining hall, she nudged Carey softly.

“Huh?”

“We’re fucked.”

“What are you talkin’ about?”

“Rock climbing,” Linty growled softly.

Carey shrugged. “So?”

“So when we do it, our junk will show. You want everyone to know? Like Bobbie? She’d kill our asses for not telling her and ride us hard for being different.”

“Hey, you hit her with your dick yesterday.”

“But she didn’t SEE it. That’s the difference. For all she knows I slapped the sass out of her with my hand.”

“Ooohhh,” Carey cooed out, getting it. “Well, what can we do?”

“I got nothin’. You?”

Carey giggled.

“This isn’t fucking funny Carey,” Linty hissed out. Her head spun about the room, then ducked close to her friend. “Hey, let’s fake being sick or sumpthin’.”

“Er, okay. How?”

Linty shrugged. “How the hell should I know? I mean, be sick. Moan and stuff.”

Carey turned toward the kitchen, catching the head counselor Liz dumping her plates and food in the containers. “Hey, got an idea. Wait here.”

Carey got up and trotted down the row of tables, then slowed, clutching her stomach. “Um Liz?”

The beautiful redhead with the bodacious tats rounding out her camp t shirt so nicely turned. “Yes?”

“Er, Linty and me aren’t feelin’ too well.”

Concern crossed the babe’s face. “What’s wrong?”

Carey shrugged, grasping her tummy. “Could be Montezuma’s revenge?”

“Food poisoning?! Oh gosh.” She rushed to Carey, palming her forehead. “Hmm, you feel okay.”

“I-it’s down here. Same with Linty.”

“Oh, okay. You two get to your cabin. I’ll let Maria know.”

“Thanks Liz,” Carey groaned, bending over slightly and working her way back to Linty.

“What happened?”

“Guess she believed me. We have to go to our cabin.”

“Fuckin’ A! You did it. Let’s bail!”

The two girls got up and leaving their finished dishes on their trays, slowly walked out, holding their stomachs. Once outside, they jumped and hugged each other, dashing toward their cabin.

“So what d’you wanna do all day?”

“Who cares? I mean, we won’t be showing our stuff. That’s all I care about. If we stay in all day it wouldn’t matter