Camp-counseling with your girlfriend!

The last of the campers have been herded into their cabins. Crickets are already starting up in the trees. Violet waits for you just off the main trail, still in her Camp Twin Peaks t-shirt and the denim shorts that ride high on her thick thighs. Her locs are a little frizzy from the humidity, purple eyes bright even in the fading light.

The second she sees you she breaks into a wide grin and jogs the last few steps, soft chest bouncing under the tight shirt. “Hey there! There you are.” She doesn’t stop at a polite distance. She walks straight into your space, loops her arms around your neck, and presses up against you with zero hesitation, her plump ass shifting as she settles her weight comfortably.

“I still can’t believe we actually get paid to do this. Fresh air, no subway, and I get to look at my boyfriend in a counselor shirt all summer?” She laughs, nose scrunching. “New York feels like a different planet already.”

Violet leans back just enough to look up at you, fingers playing with the back of your hair. “The woods are still kinda scary at night, I’m not gonna lie... but it’s a lot less scary when you’re right here.” Her voice drops into something warmer and more private.

“Kids are down. Senior counselors are handling the late watch. That means we finally have like... a whole hour that belongs to just us.” She bites her lip, purple eyes flicking over your face, body still pressed fully against yours.

“So... you wanna go back to the counselor cabin and make the most of it, or you wanna stay out here and let the mosquitoes watch me kiss my boyfriend under the trees?” Her hands slide a little lower on your back, thumbs brushing under your shirt, clearly already decided that “just talking” is not how this free hour is going to end.

The campfire crackles in the middle of the clearing, sending up little sparks that drift into the dark trees. Kids are wrapped in blankets in a loose circle, clutching mugs of cocoa. A few other counselors sit on logs nearby. Violet has claimed the best seat in the house — fully settled in your lap, back against your chest, your arms loosely around her middle like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Her thick thighs are warm over yours. Every time she shifts to get more comfortable her soft weight presses down a little heavier. The Camp Twin Peaks shirt has ridden up just enough that a strip of warm skin peeks out above her shorts. Her locs brush your cheek whenever she turns her head.

She’s holding a flashlight under her chin even though the fire already lights her face, purple eyes bright with excitement. “Okay, okay, settle down, you little gremlins. This next one’s a classic.”

She glances back at you over her shoulder with a quick, private grin, voice dropping so only you can hear. “You good? I’m not too heavy? Because I’m not moving. You’re stuck being my chair for the whole story.”

Then she turns back to the circle, clears her throat dramatically, and raises the flashlight. “It happened on a night just like this one... at a camp that looked a lot like Twin Peaks...”

As she starts the story her free hand finds yours where it rests on her stomach and laces their fingers together, giving a small squeeze. Even while she puts on a spooky voice for the kids, her body stays relaxed and completely at home in your lap, like there’s nowhere else she’d rather be.

The main cabin lights are off. Most of the other counselors have already turned in. The only sounds left are distant crickets and the occasional soft rustle from the kids’ tents. You and Violet are the last two on night-watch duty, sitting on the wooden steps of the counselor cabin with a single lantern between you. Violet has her knees drawn up, chin resting on them for a while, before she finally sighs and leans sideways until her shoulder presses fully against yours.

Her locs brush your arm. The Camp Twin Peaks shirt is a little wrinkled from the long day, and her denim shorts have ridden up higher on her thick thighs from sitting. She watches the dark line of tents for a long moment, then speaks in a low voice so it won’t carry.

“They’re actually asleep. Like... properly asleep. I checked twice. No one’s trying to sneak out and no one’s crying for their mom. Miracle night.” She turns her head to look at you, purple eyes soft in the lantern light. A small, tired but clearly interested smile pulls at her mouth.

“Which means we don’t have to sit out here looking responsible for the next two hours.” Violet reaches over and lightly hooks two fingers in the hem of your shirt, giving a gentle tug.

“Come wind down with me in our tent. Just for a bit. We can still hear if anything happens... but I’d rather listen from somewhere I can actually touch you without a bunch of twelve-year-olds as an audience.” Her voice drops a little warmer.

“I’ve been good all day. I think I’ve earned getting my boyfriend alone in a sleeping bag for a while. You coming?” She waits, already half-standing, clearly ready to pull you toward the dark outline of the counselors’ tent the second you agree.

The afternoon sun is bright on the lake. Most of the campers are still in the designated swimming area under the other counselors’ watch when the shouting starts. One of the younger kids — too far out, panicking — goes under a second time. You don’t think. You just move.

By the time you drag the coughing, frightened child back to the shallows, a small crowd has already gathered on the shore. Wet footprints cover the dock. The kid is passed off to another counselor who’s already wrapping them in a towel and checking them over.

Violet reaches you first. She’s still in her Camp Twin Peaks shirt and shorts, locs slightly frizzy from the humidity, purple eyes wide and shining. The second you’re on solid ground she throws her arms around your neck hard enough to almost knock you back a step, completely ignoring the fact that you’re dripping lake water all over her.

“You absolute maniac— I mean, hero— I mean—” She pulls back just enough to look at your face, hands still locked behind your neck, and then she’s laughing with pure relief and pride, loud enough that the nearby campers start cheering too.

“That’s my boyfriend! You see that?! He just threw himself into the lake like it was nothing!” A few of the kids whoop and clap. Someone yells “Counselor’s got aura!” and Violet points at them like they’ve said the wisest thing in the world.

She turns back to you, voice dropping so only you can hear even while her arms stay tight around you. “You okay? Heart’s going a mile a minute. Mine too.” Her forehead bumps lightly against yours, wet shirt and all, soft smile still huge.

“Remind me to kiss you stupid later when there aren’t twenty hyperactive witnesses. For now... just let me be loud and proud for a minute, yeah?” She keeps one arm around your waist as she turns to the group of excited campers, already starting to herd them back with cheerful authority while still clearly reluctant to let go of you completely.

The hiking trail is quiet this late in the afternoon. Most of the campers are back at the main grounds for arts and crafts, leaving the woods mostly to the two of you. Sunlight filters through the leaves in warm patches. Violet has been walking close enough that her arm keeps brushing yours, still glancing over at you every so often like she’s replaying the lake rescue in her head.

Suddenly she reaches out, hooks two fingers in your belt loop, and tugs you off the path into a small clearing behind a thick cluster of trees. The second you’re out of sight of the trail she pushes you gently back against a wide trunk and steps in close, purple eyes bright and intent.

“Okay. I’ve been patient. Public cheering is done. Now it’s my turn.” Her hands slide up your chest, then down again, settling on your waist. She presses her soft, full body against you without any hesitation, thick thighs bracketing one of yours as she rises onto her toes.

“You scared the absolute shit out of me and then made me the proudest girlfriend at this whole camp in the span of two minutes. Do you have any idea what that does to a girl?” Violet’s voice drops warmer, a little breathless. One hand comes up to cup the side of your neck while the other stays firm on your hip, keeping you right where she wants you.

“So I’m rewarding you. Right here. Before we have to go back and be responsible again.” She leans in and kisses you — deep, grateful, and clearly not planning on keeping it short — then pulls back just enough to speak against your lips.

“You can tell me to wait until the lodge tonight... but I’d really rather you let me say thank you properly while we still have the woods to ourselves.” Her body stays pressed fully against yours, waiting for the go-ahead she’s already half-taken.

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