Miriam

Sunday the 15th of February. The third day, and second morning, of the school camp.

The early morning dark of the campground was peaceful and quiet, except for the occasional sounds of birdsong, and the soft electric hum of the fluorescent lights at the shower block.

Miriam’s hand clings to yours as she sneaks into the male bathrooms with you. It is 5:30 in the morning, with the sky still dark outside, early enough that no one should be up and using the showers as well. It is a very real possibility that someone comes in at any moment, though. The thrill of possible discovery and the fresh morning air flood your bodies with adrenaline and goosebumps, making ever sound louder.

The old cream tiles are cold beneath your feet as you both step inside. The old shower block is a mixture of ruddy brick, cream tiles and old sage-green shower stalls- the colour combination looks like it was painted fifty or sixty years ago, but it adds to its charm instead of worsening it. The place is actually decently clean, for such an old and cheap campground, but the old metal fixtures and mirrors show the memories of decades of use.

You set down your towels and clothes on the nearby benches, pull out your toothbrushes, and stand in the old mirror of one of the sinks, brushing your teeth together like newlyweds.

Miriam has bed hair, which is only distinguishable from her regular tangled hair by its omnidirectional attack radius. Miriam had slept cuddling with you, so it was your fault she was this messy. She is wearing a large oversized pyjama shirt and her trousers from the day before, only her fingers emerging from the sleeves of her shirt to hold her toothbrush.

The sound of quiet brushing, and the warmth of Miriam’s pyjama-covered body leaning into yours, is peaceful.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” She says quietly with a grin, after rinsing her mouth out.

It was nearly two hours until you and Miriam had been boyfriend and girlfriend for an entire day. Usually, in your personal lives, you’d each exercise in the early morning, shower and begin the day- but Miriam wanted to combine the two, and tick another thing off your bucket list together.

You go to pick up your towels and clothes, but Miriam whispers, “wait. I wanna get in the mood.”

She looks hesitantly around the shower block, at the entrance, straining her ears on the off-chance that anyone is approaching. Then, with a thrill of adrenaline and cold shooting through her body, she steps out of her pants and underwear, pulls her shirt off over her head, standing naked in the cool morning air of the shower block, and shivering with nerves.

Not quite able to believe herself and the risk she’s taking, and high on the exhibitionist thrill of being naked in a public bathroom with you, outside of the stalls, where anyone could see you two if they walked in without warning at any moment, Miriam knelt down on the cool tiles. She pulls down your pants with trembling fingers, freeing your manhood and looking up at you with desire in her eyes.

A rueful, sheepish smile tugs at her lips, and she chuckles softly in apology. “…this actually really hurts my knees, the tiles are quite cold. And hard.” She gestures apologetically. “Can you chuck me…?”

You quickly help her set down your towels under her knees, giving her soft cushioning on the shower block floor. Miriam kisses your balls in a quick thank you, her eyes dancing with amusement, before taking ahold of your hips, and taking you into her mouth.

The blowjob is heavenly. Miriam bobs her head back and forth, sucking, swirling, taking you all the way to the base and brushing her chin against your balls softly. Occasionally, she pulls back entirely off your cock to let the cold air sweep over its saliva-covered skin, running a long lick against the sensitive underside of your shaft in the crisp morning air, before taking you back inside the incredible warmth of her mouth and beginning to suck again.

The entire time, Miriam can feel the thrill of being naked together in the middle of the men’s showers in the early hours of the morning, while it’s still dark in the sky outside outside, under the fluorescent shower lights, at the time of day she’d usually be jogging or swimming. Instead, she was deepthroating her boyfriend in a public bathroom, where anyone could walk in at any moment and catch her giving you head.

The terror and thrill of it soaked her pussy between her legs, along with the heat of your cock in her mouth, and the wet, warm, slippery taste of you filling her mind. The vibration of her own moans make the feeling of her mouth even more heavenly.

She looks up at you with innocent, filthy puppy-dog eyes, a laughing twinkle in them, and takes you all the way into her throat.

Miriam swallows, her wet, warm throat constricting and undulating around your tip as she drinks you in, before emerging to gasp for air. She chuckled breathlessly, swallowing the last of you cum, and looks up at you in affectionate humour, kissing your softening, spent cock.

“You proud of me…?” Miriam whispered jokingly, looking up at you with deliberately innocent eyes. “I take several payment methods. Kisses. Hugs. Being patted on the head.”

After you select headpats as an option, she nods sagely, and lifts your cock gently up and down like she’s shaking your hand for a deal. “Business doing pleasure with you,” she says jokingly, but she leans her head into the warmth and steadiness of your hand as you caress her hair, unable to hide how much she likes it.

With a jolt, she remembers she’s still kneeling naked in a public bathroom, and forestalls the remaining payment of petting for later. She gets up quickly, picking up the towels and clothes, taking you hand, and pulling you into a stall.

The hot water of the shower (after it finally stops running cold, and you and Miriam finally stop pressing yourselves back against the wall to escape it) is absolute paradise. It’s warmth soaks into your bones, and Miriam lets out a pleasurable sigh as it runs onto her sternum and down her breasts, taking handfuls of the hot water and spreading them across her body as she spins slowly around beneath it.

You had brought a bar of soap in your toiletries, and Miriam gave it a sniff, her eyes lighting up. She laughs.

“Dude, I’m gonna smell like you… hell yeah, this is even better than wearing your jacket. Lather it on me, sir.” She leans into your ear seductively, and whispers jokingly in your ear in a sexy voice. “Mark me with your scent…”

“Don’t your knees hurt…? You don’t have to, dude…” Miriam moans softly, her fingers buried in your hair.

You shake your head gently, and the sensation of the movement makes her yelp and cling to your hair, her spread-apart feet curling their toes on the wet tiles and her legs trembling. Your tongue lashed around deep in her pussy, her slight curly pubic hair tickling you as you bury your wet, muscular, saliva-covered warmth between her thighs and feast. The sensation of warm shower water running down her back as you eat her out makes her put out a hand to steady herself on the wall. The pleasure makes it hard to think.

Miriam’s warm insides clench and soak around your tongue as you wrap her out. Her pussy on your tastebuds is tangy and sweet, slightly earthier and muskier from exercise and sweat than it had been yesterday, her arousal soaking your tongue as she subconsciously pulled your head closer with her remaining hand. Her stomach churns in guilt at getting to experience all this pleasure alone.

“You can stop whenever you want, I won’t mind-“ Miriam says, slightly guilty that you might not be enjoying this, before letting out a yelp of high-pitched pleasure as you poke her clitoris gently with a fingertip.

“No, I’m serious,” Miriam begins breathlessly again, biting back a moan of pleasure. “W-we can do something you enjoy, too, if you want-”

The quiet of the early morning campground was still undisturbed. The only noise in the empty shower block was the soft hum of the fluorescent lights above you, and the sound of warm running water in the only shower stall occupied.

Miriam placed her wet hand on the glistening plane of your chest, and smiled up at you with cheeky, aroused desire. She leaned in, and whispered, “which angle do you wanna take me from? Back or front?”

She watches you consider for a moment, looking down at her, then she helps in surprise as you pick one of her legs up and place it one your shoulder. Her breath catches, Miriam’s face blushing pink as her pussy is spread sideways in the splits.

“Wha-“ She begins, before her face contorts in a silent cry of shock and ecstasy as your cock plunges into her, without any warning or foreplay.

Holding her between her hands on the wall and her leg on your shoulder, she looks at you in submissive, aroused shock as you begin to fuck her sideways against the wall.

She looks at you like she’s seeing you again for the first time, feeling the dominant way you pin her flexible, tomboy body against the wall, seeing the look in your eyes as you push balls deep with her leg held up on your shoulder, a shy, femininity entering in her expression and moans as you fuck her.

Her remaining leg threatens to give out from new angle of penetration hitting her womb, and she lets out a cry of feminine shock. Her spread pussy lets you in deeper than pretty much any position so far, and being held up and fucked completely at your mercy beneath the warm shower water awakens new kinks she didn’t even know she had.

She could feel your strong, muscular arms holding her in place, and your hard member sliding deeper into her defenceless pleasure hole. She liked this position.

Miriam sat on the wet tiles of the shower stall floor with you, the water turned off, sitting in your lap as she caught her breath and recovered from her orgasm in the safety of your arms. Her wild, wet hair hung gently against your chest as she leaned her head back, slowly coming down from her high.

At least, she would be, but you were holding her in your lap, and gently playing with her clit as her butt nestled onto your cock beneath. The sensation of your manly fingers on her sensitive rosebud prolonged the afterglow of her orgasm, her exhausted body surrendered to your touch as you sat back against the wall, and she sat back against you, panting.

The thick white of your cum slowly oozed out of her pussy as you massaged her, a testament to the pleasure you’d experienced together.

“That position…” Miriam whispered, quiet enough that you can only just hear her. She look up at you, from where she’s resting her head on your chest. There is shy, sheepish laughter in her eyes. “I’ve… I know you’ve seen me pretty girly before, and I am one, but… I’ve never felt more like a girl in my life, being pinned against the wall like that… I’m gonna have to tell our grandkids someday, how wild their grandpa was…”

She chuckles at her own joke quietly, and reaches up to touch your face, overcome by a swell of affection. “Damn, dude… I can’t tell you what that angle felt like, but… we’ve gotta do that again in future. That’s up there with the mating press.”

She let out a soft gasp as your fingers drum her pussy folds idly, thumb rubbing against her clit, and smiles with her eyes closed.

“Speaking of… anh~! There, please… speaking of which, I’ve got a few… things I’ve always wanted to try, for when we get home…” Miriam smiles mischievously and contentedly, leaning back into you.

“If we’re talking dreams on the bucket list… we’ve got years to get to it, but I’d like to have sex outdoors in gym wear with you… oh, and in the old overgrown train station down past the industrial area… I’d like to have sex in a library, but that seems far-fetched… oh, and I wanna get railed in a Victorian dress at some point, preferably in a garden or on my bed, but I’m not particular. I’d like to spend a whole day naked at home with you, too.” She nestles her cheeks into your hardening cock in your lap, her eyes closed in a content expression. “Plus… maybe having sex at school, if you’re game. That sounds hot.”

In the end, her curiosity and impulse won out, and Miriam pulled you out of the shower stall and looked around to make sure no one had walked into the men’s showers this early in the morning before sunrise. With the coast clear, she threw her towel down in the middle of the floor, lay down, and spread her legs.

“Go on, mating press me in the open,” Miriam whispered to you, a cheeky smile on her face, her heart racing and her breasts rising and falling faster with her breath. “Anyone could walk in and catch us at any moment. Makes it a bit more exciting, doesn’t it?”

She spreads her glistening pussy, with her fingers, toes curling as the fresh early morning air swept over her opened folds.

“I know you want to mating press me. To breed me, outdoors in public. Alas, I was an innocent virgin yesterday, and now look what you’ve done to me. A single day as your girlfriend and I want to breed on every surface. You turned me into this. Take responsibility. Make it loud and wet.”

You finish your warm shower together, and towel down a happy, sleepy Miriam with a fluffy towel, hug one final time naked, then get dressed in your new clothes for the day together. She dresses in a simple plain black t-shirt and shorts, and wraps her toiletries inside her towel, carrying last night’s clothes under her other arm.

You sneak out of the soft fluorescence of the campground shower block together, and out into the peaceful quiet of the early morning. First light is beginning to creep over the tree line. The two of you slip like guilty ghosts out of the shower block, an glowing island of well-lit brick and mortar in the darkness, hoping no one on an early morning walk spotted a boy and girl emerge from the same bathroom. Thanking heaven above that you had encountered no one throughout the whole ordeal, Miriam holds your hand and lets you lead her along the concrete path back toward your class’s campsite.

Once back at the tent- the zip feeling like the loudest sound in the world as you tried not to wake anyone else- Miriam puts her belongings away, and crashes gently on her pillow. She lies there with her eyes closed, listening to you zip the tent back up and rustle around in the darkness. The hot shower, and several rounds of sex, had left her body relaxed, warm and well-fucked. She wanted to snooze before breakfast.

“Come to meeee…” She says, holding out her arms to summon you telekinetically into her embrace. She had enjoyed your early-morning adventure, and the warmth you’d left inside her. The king was demanded at the queen’s side as a body pillow, so she could communicate her gratitude with a cuddle.

You were woken by the sunlight filtering into the tent, this time. Miriam was snuggled contently in your arms, strewn across the sleeping bags together.

You gently got up and checked the time. 8:03am. Miss Cathaway had said everyone was to be up and ready to get on the bus by 10am.

Miriam stirred, mumbling something against you, and questing her hands sleepily around your body. Slowly, she blinks awake.

“What’s the time…?” She murmurs.

You tell her it’s 8am. She goes to say something, before her stomach growls. She frowns down at it. “Quiet, sir. I will get to you in a minute.”

You get up and get ready together, without a rush. She makes an effort to brush her bed hair until it is only as unruly as it usually is. With that done, she pops a lemon-lime candy from the jar she’d bought yesterday into her mouth, offers you one, and emerges barefoot from the tent with you.

Breakfast was a quiet, do-it-yourself affair today. Boxes of cereal, and a few bottles of milk and fruit juice in a cooler. Lucy, the female captain of the year, sat with legs crossed on an old chair, reading a book to pass the time as she supervised the table of breakfast. You and Miriam poured yourselves bowls of cereal, and sat down at one of the tables.

“Morning,” Sindri yawned, looking over at you and waving sleepily. “Say good morning, Alice.”

“Urrrrhhh,” Alice groans, facedown on the table.

“She and Luke stayed up rather late, apparently,” Sindri explains with a sly smile. “She says hello. Luke’s still asleep in their tent. The other boys are out playing soccer on the field, or something like that, they left as we were getting breakfast. Lilibeth is off taking a walk.”

Miriam nods, reaching over and patting Alice gently on the head. Alice makes a muffled noise in response.

“Same, dude,” Miriam chuckles, beginning to wolf down her cereal.

You ate in relative quiet together, the empty dining hall peaceful and quiet, caught in the lull between the early risers having already eaten and the sleepers-in that would be eating in a panic in an hour. When she was finished, you collected the empty bowls and spoons from her, Sindri and Alice and stood up, as Miriam stretched and got up.

“When’s the bus get here?” Miriam asks Sindri.

“Like 9:50,” Sindri replied, “we’ve got plenty of time. I’ll probably take Alice back to Luke, so they can sleep in a little longer now that she’s eaten. Might go back to bed myself, actually. Gonna be running around a lot later.”

Miriam nodded, said her goodbyes and walked barefoot over the old wooden floor toward the kitchen, where you washed the dishes together briefly. With the bowls drying on the rack, you walk outside, and greeting the sunlight of the morning.

“What do you wanna do?” Miriam asks, basking in the warmth of the sun. “We’ve got some free time.”

At 9:50, the call went out across the campsite to gather for the day trip. Miss Cathaway ordered seniors around strictly, checking everyone was present and organising with the bus driver.

The bus ride itself was a chaotic, conversation-filled journey, Miriam talking animatedly with Luke about their memories of an old arcade with blue space carpets that used to be in the town, and the pizza shop next to it that had gone out of business years ago. Alice is sleeping on Luke’s shoulder, and Miss Cathaway was sitting beside Lilibeth behind you.

As the bus pulled into the old car park, Miss Cathaway tapped you and Miriam on the shoulders, and leaned in to speak firmly through the gap in the seats. “No canoodling in public, alright? No making out, no sneaking off to do anything. I don’t want staff reporting students snogging to the school, and getting you two and me in trouble. Keep it for the campsite. Pass that onto Luke.”

After reassuring her, you make your way off the bus and into the building, following your classmates through the glass doors beneath the sign reading ’Area 151: Laser Tag And Arcade’.

The old arcade is quiet, empty of anyone but your class. With dwindling business and being in a quiet time of the year, the business has decided to offer the school a massively discounted bulk deal for several hours of unlimited play, for every student, an activity that would normally have cost thousands of dollars if each person was paid for individually.

For the arcade, it was actually a pretty good deal- if they charged full price, or even a usual bulk discount, the school would never have considered it. Already on a low budget and looking for cheap activities, St. Sinclair High School had immediately accepted the massively discounted offer, and instead of three or four people or a couple of families in the afternoon, the arcade had secured nearly 50 people in guaranteed business.

Besides, the entry was massively discounted. The arcade machines, air hockey tables, cold drinks and small cafe of the building, were not- and students had their wallets, so it worked out for the arcade as well as cheap unlimited laser tag worked out for the school.

The laser tag arena itself was massive, and the main attraction of the building. To rent a building this size would be a nightmare, but Miss Cathaway had mentioned that the place had been massively successful in its heyday, and had bought its own land at the peak of its business, so its costs were low enough that it hadn’t gone bankrupt.

It operated it’s small restaurant for delivery to get extra business, and saw good enough foot traffic during the holidays, but according to her, the owners were trying any tactic they could to bring in more customers. The carpet was aged and faded, and the fact that most of its attractions were bought decades ago- such as arcade machines- and only required electricity, was part of the reason it had survived. It was likely that if an arcade machine broke and couldn’t be fixed, they wouldn’t replace it with a new one for thousands of dollars- they’d simply keep surviving with their existing relics. There was little business in the modern world for an arcade, and it was kept open as the aging owners’ family business.

There were only three staff members in the building- two in the kitchen, and another at the front desk. Two of them looked younger than you, to cost as little as possible on a Sunday rate.

But still, the place retained its charm. The arcade lay out before you like a rainbow gallery. The laser tag equipment itself was well-cleaned and maintained, and the arcade-side counter of the cafe was painted yellow, orange and red, with old stylised painting of burgers, and red packets of fries, and sauce-covered corn dogs, and you could already smell the fried food being prepared upon your arrival.

Every student who wanted to take part in laser tag stepped into the arming room, selecting vests with copyright-safe names on them. Vest names like ‘Assassin’, ‘Maverick’, ‘Quasar’, ‘Delta’, ‘Thor’, ‘Doom Slayer’, ‘Gargant’, ‘Phoenix’ and ‘Kraken’ all looked up at you as your classmates selected suits around you. You picked up the vest ‘Archangel’, and looked over to see that Miriam had selected ‘Phoenix’.

The young employee gives you all a rundown of the rules, shows you a tutorial video that uses old early 2000’s 3D graphics and gives some brief made-up backstory on the space base you’re fighting over, and then divides your teams. The vests of Oscar, Lilibeth, Miriam, and yourself light up indigo, along with a third of the room, followed by another third lighting up orange-yellow, and the remaining third lighting up red.

The employee opens the roller door painted like an airlock, waves you in, and sits down at the computer to open the camera system in the arena and select the game mode. And with that, you were off.

Miriam disappears off into the darkness in front of you, the purple lights of her vest bobbing through the blacklight-lit laser tag arena as you followed her, past sci-fi props like glowing specimen tanks, and a green prop alien tentacle reaching around to open a door labelled ‘Warning: Biohazard’, some crystalline caves overtaking part of the arena, followed by a room painted with fake scorch marks and what looked suspiciously like a Metroid breaking through a wall. Much of it was hand-painted. The place had clearly been a labour of love in its glory days.

”[Your battle suit is online]” Came a robotic voice from your vest, as your laser tag blasters lit up active. ”[You are: Level 1 Recruit. Two hands on the blaster at all times].”

Adrenaline-pumping techno music began echoing through the arena, along with sound effects of aliens screeching and stock sounds of futuristic technology firing.

Miriam took a few test shots at the wall, getting a feel for the weapon, the small red dot blinking visibly on the map of Earth painted on the wall, that was graffitied ‘EARTH ISN’T A MYTH, THEY’RE LYING T-“, with fake blood splatters under the unfinished spray paint.

Her suit is online, the red laser dot lighting up the painted earth. Croatia was annihilated.

She flashed a wild, excited grin at you, and raised her blaster, aiming down the corridors connected to the room you’re in.

“Where should we go first?” She yelled over the techno music.

Laser tag was going well.

Miriam had surprisingly good spatial awareness and game sense, clearing doorways with the muscle memory of a little sister who had survived many Nerf wars. You moved from room to room with her, deactivating vest after vest with hit and run tactics, before getting lost in the maze again until you ran across more people.

Luke, Dylan and Alice succumbed to your ambush, only for Miriam to get sniped and deactivated by Dan and Lucy from down the hall. She yelled, “Get a room!” at them, and pulled back into the safety of a side room with you to take cover, only to immediately run into Callum, Tim and Jasmine, who had been trying to flank Lucy and Dan’s sniper nest. Miriam instinctively ducked, allowing you to fire over her deactivated vest’s shoulder and catch all three from the side before they could retaliate. Miriam ducked past them before they could reactivate, leading you further into the labyrinth.

”[Congratulations],” the robotic female voice in your vest came through, and you could hear Miriam’s faintly speaking to her next you. ~”[You’ve scored: 7000 points, and your team is: second].”

Lasers arc through the darkness as you wind through the maze, coming across fellow indigo-team players and stumbling into orange and red team members, winning firefights or retreating swiftly.

At one point, you stumbled back across the copyright-friendly Metroid breaking through the wall, and got startled as both of your vests deactivated at once. You whirled around for attackers, but saw only the handmade alien prop half-emerged from the painting of the broken wall. Its six eyes were glowing now that the game had begun.

You realised in surprise after a moment, that whoever had made it had placed a detached vest sensor embedded in its bulbous see-through body, that could be shot to deactivate it, and doubled as glowing alien eyes. Judging by the sensor bar and the emitter on the wall above it, though, the makeshift environmental hazard had shot first.

To test the theory, the two of you peeked back around the corner when your suits had reactivated, and shot the sensor before the animatronic could turn your vests off again. The machinery behind the Metroid creature played an alien screech over the speakers, and the improvised vest sensor in its transparent head deactivated as if you’d shot a normal player.

“Huh,” says Miriam, “that’s actually a pretty cool-“

Your experimentation was cut short by Lilibeth shooting you both in the back, before letting out a squeak as you spotted her and running away before you can chase after her

“After her,” Miriam growls, already moving.

Nine minutes in, the final minute warning played over the speaker system. One final sixty-second frenzy of laser fire and escalating techno music, and it was over.

You emerge from the blacklight arena into the arcade through the exit door alongside the others, many of your classmates catching their breaths. The large screen overhead reads out scores by team colour. Indigo team scores listed Phoenix, Miriam’s vest, at 7850, your vest, Archangel, at 7600, and third place, someone called Guardian, at 5200.

“Yes! I’m top of indigo team!” Miriam exclaims triumphantly, giving you a playful, teasing nudge. “And I’m… second overall! Who came first- Lucy?!” Miriam said, in disbelief. Then her expression scowled, laughing. “Right. Their sniper’s nest down the hall.”

Vests were discarded on the holding racks, as most of your year took a break to recover from the match, buy cold drinks and raid the cafe for lunch. You saw the older of the kitchen staff make the sign of the cross as the majority of your classmates began to make their way to the counter, while others sat down and drank from water bottles or took up games of air hockey.

You joined Miriam with Lilibeth and Dylan at the table with your bags on it, and drank some water, standing in the blissful air conditioning for a minute. Miriam stretched, looked out across the glimmering arcade and air hockey tables, and gave you a sidelong, kid-like grin.

“What do you wanna do?”

The last two hours had gone by pretty quickly. You’d played at the arcade machines with Miriam and the others, had bought some deep-fried food at the cafe when it had calmed down, and played about five more rounds of laser tag.

The number of people actually playing laser tag had dwindled to a small core of about ten enthusiastic players, and was occasionally bolstered by some of the other classmates who were resting at the tables or playing at the arcade deciding they wanted to try another round.

Miriam and yourself were locked in a battle. It was 3-3. You specifically requested to be put on opposite teams each time, learning the layout of the arena and each other’s habits, and having battles for the highest score against each other.

Miss Cathaway gave the call that there would be one final round of laser tag, and the two of your donned your vests and waited among the others who still had enough energy to play.

It was 3 victories against 3 victories, between you. This was the tiebreaker.

“I think we ought to have a bet,” Miriam whispers to you, leaning up into your ear. “A reward for the winner. If I win, you have to… pamper me like a princess for the rest of camp, and wake me up by eating me out each day.”

She lowers her voice, and looks around to make sure no one around you is paying attention to your conversation, and tugs on your shirt’s shoulder slightly to pull you down, so she can whisper right in your ear.

“If you beat me here, I’ll let you put it in my asshole when we get back to camp.”

~~~

Your ancestors were with you with every step, every shot, every prediction of another player’s retreat and flank. You were moving through the labyrinth like an angel of death.

Miriam put up a tough fight. Each time she shot you, she pressed the advantage, disappearing into the side passages to flank you by the time you reactivated. Each time you shot her, she retreated back into the darkness and put other players between you and her.

The final sixty seconds blared, and she leapt at you from the darkness like a shrike, blasting each other desperately room to room until your vests deactivated for good, and the game over announcement finally came through.

Miriam grinned at you like an imp in the darkness, and teased you good-naturedly as you left the arena together, and looked at the scoreboard.

Miriam’s eyes caught the top scores.

“Oh,” she giggled, going pink. “Oh, no…”

The scoreboard read ‘Archangel’, your vest, in first place at 8250 points, followed by her vest, ‘Phoenix’, at 8100. She went to open her mouth and say something, blushed, and closed it. She looked slowly up at you with puppy eyes.

“Mercy,” she whispered jokingly, with a sheepish smile, “don’t turn me into a pervert.”

The bus ride back from the laser tag arena to the campground was stopped at the supermarket in town halfway, for students to resupply with anything they were running low on. The sky was a mixture of dark blues and greys at this point, another storm rolling overhead, but it hadn’t rained yet. The bus’s overhead lights were on, making the world outside feel darker and the bus feel warmer and cosier.

Miriam had requested to sit beside Alice for the first half of the trip, and was sitting beside her, having an intense whispered conversation with her friend. That left you and Luke chatting next to each other, and Miss Cathaway dozing off in her seat behind you.

You were told you had ten minutes when you filed off the bus and into the supermarket.

Most students bought junk food, replacements for lost toiletries, just had a walk around browsing things. But Miriam disappeared with Alice, straight off to the cosmetics and health aisle.

She returned with a small plastic bag in time to buy some snacks with you and the others, her face dusting slightly pink each time she glanced up at you, fiddling her ring. It was a brighter, bluer-green than usual at rest, like her heart rate was raised.

On the bus she sat beside you again, leaning into the muscle of your shoulder, fiddling with her backpack straps.

She kissed you on the cheek when you got off the bus, and whispered, “I’ll be back, hang out with the others.”

And with that, she disappeared off into the gloom.

You sat around with your friends in the dining hall for a bit, junk food being shared and stories from laser tag being swapped. Alice was scribbling in her notebook. After a bit, she leaned over to show Luke, and he read over it briefly and mentioned something, that Alice promptly added to the list. Then, she folded it and gave it to you, reading ‘do not show to others’ on the paper.

You stood up with the pretends of getting a cup of cordial, and read the note. It’s a list of advice and tips, scrawled Alice’s messy handwriting, in no particular order. At the end is a little smiley face, and a request that you look after Miriam well.

You read the list several times over, fold it and put it in your pocket, when Miriam hugs you from behind.

“Ready,” she says, a little more shy and flushed than usual, but with a wry, sheepish smile on her face.

She leads you back to the tent, and pulls you inside. You zip up the door behind you, as Miriam lays her bag from the supermarket down.

She’d bought some chips and cookies to share in the tent, but the main thing she produced, was two whole bottles of lube, and an opened packet of baby wipes that she threw over into her bags. She handed you the first bottle of lubricant.

“Alice said to use lots and lots of it,” she whispered, chuckling. “Make me like a slip and slide down there. Oh, and… hang on, I’m sucking you off first. I’m sure you’ve been excited for ages, and it’s gonna take me a while to be able to take you dick in there, so I’m going to give you a blowjob upfront. Strip and lay down.”

She strips naked and climbs on top of you, spinning herself around so her rear is above her face and her face is above your manhood, mounting you in the 69 position. She gives it a few affectionate strokes, and leans over her shoulder to flash a cheeky grin back at you.

“For all the 69 jokes we’ve all made, this is the first time I’ve actually tried it,” Miriam laughed, shifting her position. “Alright, two birds with one stone. Lube up a finger and…” she went red, and shook her head laughing. “Oh, sweet hell, this is gonna turn me into a pervert, but a bet is a bet. I’m a girlfriend of my word, and I wouldn’t have made the bet if I didn’t find the idea hot, I’m just a scaredy-cat. My ass is really sensitive. Please be gentle in there, I’ve only had your fingers or tongue up there a couple of times, and it nearly drove me wild, let alone your cock.”

She lowered her butt slowly, giving you full access to her tight, muscled tomboy rear, and the winking pucker hidden between her cheeks. She smiles ruefully. “I’ve never played with toys or plugs up there. Be nice and slow, lube up one of your fingers, and push it into my butthole. Get me used to it until I can take multiple, and try to make me cum from there.”

She turned back to smile back at you like a happy idiot. “We’re actually doing 69 together,” she whispered, laughing like a teenager in sex ed again. “I keep forgetting that now that we’re boyfriend and girlfriend, we can just… do all the raunchy things we used to joke about. We can just do anything we’d like.” She leans over between her legs to grin at you, her tangled soft dark hair hanging down and tickling your manhood as she met your eyes in the space between your two bodies. “For example, now that I’m your girlfriend, I can look you in the eyes, and say…”

She runs her wet, warm tongue all the way down the underside of your cock. She blushes, and her eyes twinkle with aroused amusement at her own words. “Do some absolutely filthy things to my asshole, alright? And shoot your load down my throat, until I cum from both ends for you… 69 me, dude.”

Hot spurts of cum ejaculated into her mouth as Miriam swallowed, drinking in your sperm and moaning while you pushed your tongue around the rim of her asshole from below as she sixty-nined you. The scent and taste and taboo feeling of warm ropes of cum shooting into her mouth combined with the teasing of your fingers on her clitoris and the tongue pressing into her cleaned butthole, and she felt like she was going to pass out from sensory overload.

She pulled her lips off your softening cock, swallowing the last of your ropes, and leaned subconsciously back into your tongue, lowering her ass to give you deeper access. She let out a groan of humiliated pleasure as your tongue disappeared into her tight pucker- she could feel everything, the texture of your tongue, the wetness of the saliva coating her walls, every last tiny twitch and movement of your wet, warm muscle stuffing her butt.

Through the fog of pleasure, she remembered her conversation a few days ago, when she’d first started staying in the tent with you, asking you jokingly about face sitting and whether or not guys really wanted it, or if it was just a meme.

She took a leap of faith.

She sat up straight, looking at the ceiling of the tent with face contorted with grimaces of pleasure and undignified ecstasy at the wet, throbbing tongue up her back door, and placed her hands on your torso. And slowly, careful not to put her full weight on you, Miriam lowered her ass onto the lower half of your face.

Her pale, trembling, muscular tomboyish buttocks enveloped your lower face, and spread themselves around you, as your tongue punched all the way into her butthole.

Miriam couldn’t help it. She couldn’t even hide her voice behind her hands in time, to keep it from all the other hopefully empty tents around you. She orgasmed, hard, from her ass, letting out the most undignified moaning scream of embarrassed pleasure you’d ever heard her composed voice make, even during sex.

Her passage clenched around your tongue, and sucked you in deeper, only making her orgasm harder. She trembled in shock, sitting on your face and trying not to pass out.

But you weren’t stopping. You didn’t slow down, even as the afterglow of her orgasm still throbbed fresh in her mind. Your tongue was still moving without letting her rest. She felt another orgasm rising, pleading half-heartedly for you to pull out before Miriam forgot her own name, and everything in the world except what your tongue felt like in her most shameful place.

“Please, I-I’m still sensitive…! You’re gonna make me…!!” Miriam pleads, shutting her eyes, visualising every wet move of your tongue inside her butthole.

Miriam collapsed, gasping, facedown on her sleeping band. Her legs trembled, her bare bum vulnerable from orgasm as you peeled it apart and poured cool, slippery lube directly into her butthole, and begin to work it in with a finger. Then two. You began to fingerfuck her faster, pushing back down against the involuntary arch of her butt upwards toward you as she received a thousand years of pleasure with every stroke.

Every noise she made was humiliatingly feminine and submissive. Her sounds were raw, needy, whimpering, pleading for you to keep pumping your manly fingers in and out of her needy asshole in a begging voice that made her face flood with heat.

Even as a tomboy, she’d never been disenchanted with her femininity or tried to avoid it- she’d even embraced it as she got older, and she’d never resented being a woman or been embarrassed by either her tomboyish side, or her femininity. But when you took control like this, pinned her down and made her beg, you made her feel like a girl. Like she was helpless and submissive and needy beneath you, like all of her dignity and rebelliousness was a plaything beneath your strength, like you were conquering and completing her in a way she couldn’t explain.

She loved all of the different paces of sex she’d had with you. She loved it slow, and gentle, feeling you cradle her tired body and luxuriate in the sensation of slowly moving while being connected. She being held in your arms and masturbated. She loved being cherished, and taken roughly, and tickled, and cuddled. She wouldn’t give up a single one of them.

But even though she loved that all just as much, something about this had an effect on her tomboy body and heart that she couldn’t describe. Something about you taking her before she’d even recovered from her last orgasm, pouring lube into her while she lay gasping for air, and fingering her asshole dominantly until it made wet noises and spilled lube down her taint. She felt like a shameful, blushing girl, face-down in her pillow, being anally humiliated and fingered by the boy she loved.

She hugged her pillow, and looked over her shoulder up at you, blushing shamefully and whispering in feminine submission.

“D-deeper… wetter… please…”

Miriam lay facedown on her sleeping bag, naked, and with lube dripping out of her asshole like a slow waterfall. Her face was mostly buried in her pillow. She looks over her shoulder at you.

You spread her lube-filled tomboy pucker. It’s your first time having anal sex together. Your strong fingers spreading her butt muscles apart makes her shiver with arousal, and she looks back at your cock, the precum glistening at your tip, the balls hanging full and dominantly below it. Her empty pussy soaks and clenches below her anus, at the thought of what you’re about to do to her.

“Be gentle…” She whispers, shyly, her face hot and her voice trembling with submission and need. “And kiss my neck while you do it…”

Miriam hugged the pillow, her face buried in it and her eyes fluttering, laying facedown on the sleeping bags with your manhood balls-deep in her lube-filled butthole.

She couldn’t describe it. It felt so different from having your tongue in her ass. It also felt really different from having you in her pussy. You’d been slow, gradual, gently pushing into her butt, and she still felt like she’d nearly passed out. It felt so wrong, so tantalisingly, unbelievably FULL, stretching her puckered ring of muscle around the base of your cock until it squeezed you deeper inside her, like the suction of her butthole was giving you a blowjob.

For starters, her pussy was designed for sex. The outer areas and first few inches of her vagina were the most sensitive, making even repeated shallow penetration feel good. Beyond that, deeper in, there were less nerve endings, and she couldn’t feel as much of the sensation beyond the drag of your cock against her grooved passage- but the sensation of you stretching her deep in those less sensitive areas still made her stomach flutter, and when you occasionally brushed against her cervix (gently, she preferred), it felt incredible. During regular sex, your ballsack would either be hitting against her clit in doggystyle, or against her sensitive butthole in most other positions.

But anal sex, she could feel every single inch of you. Every vein, every ridge, the exact shape of your tip, she could feel everything against her tender passage. And the fullness- it felt like she had a tree trunk up her ass, warm and throbbing, with balls beneath it that rested against her empty, sensitive pussy.

The copious amounts of lube, the slipperiness and wet warmth in every rubbing movement in her sensitive anal passage, made it even better. Every inch of you entering her earlier had displaced some, making it overflow from her stretched asshole and down her taint, inner thighs and neglected pussy.

She couldn’t put it into words, other than the thought that anal sex was a full-body experience. It felt like you were penetrating the back of her mind, stroking her pussy through her internal walls, filling her up in a way that made every nerve ending in her body tingle. Miriam shuddered and let out a low moan, feeling you sitting balls-deep in there, waiting for her to adjust.

“I can feel you in my stomach, dude…” she whispers, giggling weakly, her face blushing hot. “Oh, no, I can feel myself getting addicted to that… just… just hold there for a bit, or I think I’m gonna faint- AAHHH!”

Miriam arches and yelps in surprise as your fingers find her clit, reaching around under her and massaging it. She moans shamelessly; it feels absolutely filthy, being masturbated by her boyfriend’s fingers while her pussy clenches empty around nothing, and her ass is stretched full and stuffed by your cock.

Her muscled, tomboy buttcheeks, built up over years of swimming and squatting at the gym, make having your cock up her bum even tighter- every tense of her body clenches her buttocks around you like a lubed, slippery, unbelievably warm and tight vice. Her butthole feels like it’s trying to cut off circulation, wrapping so tight around the base of your cock, but it can’t eject you- every movement of her inner muscles only succeeds in sucking you deeper with wet, squelching noises.

It also adds to the experience for her- not just in the feeling of clenching herself involuntarily around your throbbing, veiny length, feeling every inch of it in her bowels, but also the sheer hot-faced, shameful pleasure of feeling her proud, muscular tomboy bottom being conquered like a slut by the stronger muscles of her boyfriend. Her once proud, tight, feminine ass was being turned into a cocksleeve.

“Wow…” Miriam whispered weakly. It was the most primal, taboo, dominant form of sex she’d ever experienced, like you were spiritually humiliating her as a mate, using her butthole for pleasure to show her how conquered she was. She’d never felt more deeply physically connected to you in her life.

Your cock slid in and out of Miriam’s well-fucked asshole, squelching and being sucked deeper in each time you slid it back home into her hole.

“W-wait…” Miriam said with a needy tone, muffled by her pillow weakly tapping your arm. “More lube… please…”

You pull out for a moment, leaving her wet asshole gaping and clenching in the cool tent air. She whimpers in frustration; even though she asked for the interruption, she misses your warmth and fullness inside of her immediately, suddenly feeling lonely and empty.

You find the lube bottle again, and lube her back door up even more. She groans.

It is beginning to rain outside, only lightly, on the tent roof, making the tent feel even more like a warm, safe hidden fortress.

You close the lube bottle, line up your tip with her needy asshole, and thrust slowly all the way back in.

Miriam lets out a long, uncontrolled moan at feeling you fill her up again. Your shaft pushes in and out even more easily now, the lube making her anal passage feel like a slip and slide that your cock throbs in and out of.

“Dude… I might… ohhhhh… I might have a new favourite thing…” She admits with a trembling, shy, happy laugh, blushing over her shoulder at you. “You feel so huge in there… every time you slide in, it feels like… you’re filling up my soul…”

She feels it happen. Facedown, naked on the sleeping bags with you, with your cock all the way deep in her asshole, she feels the first of it. After all of yesterday and this morning, she knows what it feels like when you’re about to cum- though it had always been in her pussy or over her body.

The first hot ropes of cum shot out of your manhood into her tender ass, and she cried out in strangled pleasure. Spurt of spurt of thick, warm, sticky white seed painted her anal sanctuary, marking your territory in the most primal way possible, emptying your balls into her butthole until it leaked white.

She felt like she was being stuffed- her butt was being filled with your cream, like an eclair, injected deep inside her until she overflowed. The thought made her giggle deliriously, groaning with pleasure as the warmth of your cum in her ass made her face glow with heat.

It was all too much to hold the pleasure down. Miriam came from her ass again, her eyes half-closed as she hugged her riding the pleasure of the first anal creampie she’d ever received from you.

“Oh, no…” Miriam chuckles, looking up at you, her eyes dazed with lust. “I already… kinda wanna do it again…”

She wiggles her butthole back toward you, feeling your still-throbbing cock and the warm cum filling her butthole. back down with her face in the warmth of the pillow, mumbling jokingly. “What have you done to me…? Oh, that’s so deep in my ass… dude, I feel like a cream-filled donut…”

“I’m not full enough yet,” Miriam grumbles quietly, needily, after a few minutes of cuddling and recovery in the peaceful darkness of the tent, listening to the sound of the rain. “I don’t wanna stop yet. You’ve awoken something in me. Do it again.”

She rolled over out of your snuggle, and spread her buttcheeks. You could still see the dripping white of your last load still visible in her asshole.

“I was worried I wouldn’t like it, and I’d disappoint you…” She grins wryly, sheepish, as she props her back half up on her knees and rests her face sideways on the pillow to look up at you. “I thought it was just a book or porn video thing, that would be disappointing in real life, you know? But damn, that felt… nothing like I imagined… I might start having you stick just the tip in, and finish in my ass in general. You can, anytime you want, actually. I could get used to being surprised like that.”

The rain taps harder on the tent above you, as Miriam wiggles in the gloom to get comfortable, and pours another splash of lube down her buttcrack. She gives you a cheeky, tomboyish smile, opens her legs to let you watch it drip down her asscrack into her hole, and spreads her entrance with her fingers.

“Could you… rub my pussy while you do it, too?” she whispers softly, shy and hopeful, with an embarrassed laugh. “Touch my clit, play with me down there… maybe a finger or two in there…? I kinda want to have you in both…”

Miriam let out a happy groan into the sleeping bag as you empty your balls into her butthole again, joining the first load of cum up her butt in a warm, sticky, satisfying fullness. Yep, she was definitely getting addicted to that. You’d given her a new kink.

She let out a deep, needy moan as you pushed all the way into her ass to do it, your balls resting on her taint and pussy as your manhood throbbed in her back door. She lay there on the sleeping bag, leaking thick, warm white from her butthole, and let out a slight noise of complaint as your softening, spent dick pulled out of her ass, leaving her empty and missing you.

She rolled over on the sleeping bags to look at you, and stuck her arms out, dragging you down into the ocean of soft nylon like a Kraken.

“Snuggling now,” Miriam said simply, burying herself in your naked embrace. She felt a shiver of pleasure at the warmth you’d left inside her, marking your territory so deep and intimate inside her- at the heady smell of your masculinity and ownership over her, and how small, cherished and feminine she felt in your arms. She pulled her extra blanket over you both, from where it lay draped over her bags, and cuddled a little deeper.

The rain fell gently on the tent roof. It was lighter now, though the afternoon sky was still dark and stormy. It left your tent feeling like a hidden, warm, safe castle in the gloom.

Miriam sleepily kissed you chest , and nuzzled into you.

“That was pretty hot,” she whispered in the darkness, cuddling closer into your warmth.

You cuddled in the darkness of the tent for a while, beneath the gently rhythm of rain against the canvas roof, drifting in and out of sleep.

Eventually someone outside called out to people in their tents, telling them dinner would be ready soon.

Miriam stirs gently with a groggy groan, and gently headbutts you from your chest. “I gotta get up… and clean… bring me dinner… magic… man…”

She walks gingerly off into the darkness, down the concrete path to the shower block, entrusting you with bringing back a mammoth. Or a plate of dinner from the hall, that would do. As long as it was hot food.

You walk to the lit island of the dining hall, and meet up with Luke, Alice, Lilibeth and the others. Lilibeth asks warily if Miriam’s okay, but seems to accept it when you tell her she is. Sindri is kicking Oscar under the table, fencing legs back and forth in a game of footsie taken to territorial combat. The smell of chilli con carne, cooked in a big batch by Miss Cathaway and a few of the students, filled the hall- beef mince had been on special at the supermarket, and Miss Cathaway had thrown it in with some grated vegetables, beans and pre-mixed taco seasoning to make a recipe she grew up with.

“Beats packaged ham on the wraps, which was the original plan,” Miss Cathaway explains as you chat with her. She pauses, and looks suspiciously at you as you fill up two plates, raising an eyebrow. “Where’s your imp?”

You tell her Miriam is tired from laser tag, and requesting doordash to the tent. Miss Cathaway frowns, looking at you sideways as she serves you two platefuls.

“Funny,” she says, casually. “She was just fine when we got back to camp… ah, well. Here you go. I know she eats like one of you boys, so have some extra.”

You accept the plates gratefully and walk back to the tent. Thankfully, the rain has all but stopped at this point, and you see the warm glow of the electric lamp lighting the tent up from within, signalling that Miriam is back already.

She sits up sleepily as you step inside, and accepts a plate. She wraps up one of the tortillas with the meat and grated cheese Miss Cathaway had piled into them, and take a bite of the warm food. Miriam groans in delight. After the day you’ve had, the hot chilli con carne tastes divine.

She is wearing your hoodie, revelling in being wrapped in your scent while you were away. Noticing you looking at the hoodie, she grins cheekily, and lifts it up to flash you, revealing that she’s not wearing a bra beneath it.

“Couldn’t help myself, sorry,” Miriam smiles ruefully, taking another bite of burrito. After she swallows it, she adds, “I promise you’ll get it back, at some point. When it runs out of you, and needs to recharge.”

You both eat ravenously for a while, two wraps devoured each. It was delicious, even as simple as the wraps were, and Miriam gently handed you her plate when you were both done, letting you carry them back to the hall. Upon your return, she was snuggled under the blanket in the soft lamp light, her eyes closed and her messy tangled hair fanned out like a peaceful dark halo on the pillow.

Miriam pats the bed beside her gently, eyes closed. “Come hither.”

You zip up the tent behind you, and take a moment to shut off the electric lamp and sit it back down beside the sleeping bags. Miriam lets out a disgruntled noise at your absence.

You climb under the blanket with her, and hug her. Miriam lets out a gruntled noise at your presence.

“I liked today,” she whispered softly, in the darkness. “You might have to carry me places tomorrow, though.”

She leaned up to kiss you softly, then snuggled back down into the blankets with you, a happy girl.

“Good night,” she whispers to you.

Miriam’s body clock wakes her up while the sky is still quiet and gloomy, with just a hint of light over the horizon.

She slowly untangles herself from you, pulls on her white cardigan jacket over yesterday’s clothes, unzips the tent, and steps out onto the cool grass beneath her toes, taking a deep breath of fresh morning air.

The small scattering of quiet colourful school tents sit across the campsite, the nearest a comfortable distance from your own. She sees the dining hall, and the earliest birds flying overhead in the first light.

Her body is still slightly sore, but the hearty dinner and sleep helped considerably. She stretched her arms and groaned in satisfaction. It was going to be a good day.

She stepped back into the tent, and gently shook you awake.

“Hey,” Miriam whispers to you. “You wanna go for a walk with me?”

~~~

The gravel crunches gently beneath your shoes as you walk along the path. You pass trees and camper trailers, old brick buildings and sheds, scatterings of aged wooden signs and a couple of crows arguing like toddlers on the grass.

Miriam’s pace varies, sometimes walking a little ahead of you, sometimes falling back so she can hold your hand, sometimes dragging you down a side path to explore something. She particularly delights in finding a lizard lying on the concrete ramp of an old building. It glares up at you as you walk past.

“The malevolent wyrm glares at us,” Miriam murmurs to you, raising an eyebrow at the tiny king on his mountain. “We’d better bring food next time we come past.”

Your relaxed wander across the park continues as the sky brightens to gold, walking vaguely in the direction of the football field. As you pass an overgrown row of garden beds, full of flowers and local shrubs, Miriam turns around toward you- looking over her shoulders to make sure no one’s watching- and pulls you close into a tender, shy, soft kiss.

“Sorry,” she breathes, pressing her forehead up into yours gently, with a sheepish smile. “You’re really cute.”

With that, Miriam wraps her woollen-sleeved arms around your shoulders, and pulls you closer, kissing you in the middle of the park in more scandalous and lewd ways than she’d ever imagined she’d have the courage to initiate. With each passing moment that you don’t pull away, her courage grows. Her tongue slips past to slide warmly against yours, dancing and fencing back and forth, french kissing you right there on the gravel path in the morning air. A shy, feminine noise of happiness escapes her throat as she feels your arms holding her weakening body up, and your strong, warm body hugging hers closer into the kiss.