The Agreement
8 Bunkhouse
“HI, MOM! I was afraid you’d gone home already like Dad did. We haven’t got our gear out of the car yet.”
“Your bags are on the porch, but that’s okay. We’re not leaving yet.”
“Uh… you’re not?”
“No, we arranged to have dinner with you tonight.” Well, that was going to squash some of the conversation. “Anna and Crystal are so much fun, Evelyn and Lily and I want to get to know them better.”
“Oh, well, that’s great. I guess we’d better get our gear to the bunkhouses.”
“No hurry. Just wash up here in the chow hall. They’re ready for us to eat.” They pushed two of the long tables together and all fourteen of us crowded around it. There were five moms, five kids, and four staff. Theresa did a good job with the chicken and I was sure to compliment her on it.
“I understand you’re willing to help in the kitchen, Brian. Truth is, I was going to draft the girls, but as long as you’re available…” she left it hanging as if she was turning the kitchen over to me.
“As long as cooking doesn’t take all of our time, we’ll all come in to help.”
“One for all and all for one,” Larry quipped.
“You don’t know the half of it,” Jennifer’s mom, Anna Pratt, said.
“Do you have it with you, Brian?” Mom asked.
“Uh… yes, Mom.” I pulled out our agreement.
“Wait, wait!” Courtney said. “We want to sign the original that everyone else signed. We’re just like an addendum now.” Their copy was stapled to the back. I pushed it to them and we all futzed around trying to find a pen until Tim finally gave us one from the office. I handed the signed document to Mom. She looked it over and handed it on to Mrs. Gordon. Each mom read the agreement and looked for her daughter’s signature. Then they handed it on to the staff who all were puzzled. Theresa and Larry read it together and just stared at each other. Finally, the agreement got back to me and I folded it up and put it back in my pocket.
“Okay, we all know the terms and these five have signed the agreement,” Mom said.
“Along with several others. I was going to ask if they were all Brian’s girlfriends, but I saw boys’ names on the paper, too,” Tim said.
“As I understand it, they are all each other’s boyfriends and girlfriends,” Mrs. Cortales said. “I would expect there will be a fair amount of kissing and hugging going on this weekend. But Samantha, I’m trusting you to not go too far. I don’t want to be the heavy again.”
“Yes, Mother,” Samantha said. She sounded really sad.
“Frankly,” Courtney’s mom said, “I’m more worried about our daughters corrupting your daughters than Brian doing so. Brian has quite a reputation for behaving honorably. You girls behave yourselves; understand?”
“Mo-om,” Courtney said. “It’s in the agreement. Nobody pushes anybody to do something they don’t want to and anybody can say no to anything. And it’s the law.”
“Sweetie, are you really okay with this?” Mrs. Gordon asked Hannah. She knew Hannah was the youngest of us and not as—I guess—mature. I was surprised that Rev. Gordon had agreed to this. Maybe he didn’t know.
“Mom, these are my girlfriends and my boyfriend. There is nowhere in the world that I feel or am safer. And because of that, I want to make a suggestion.”
“What, dear?”
“Well, Mrs. Price just warned us about Courtney,” Hannah looked over and winked at our girlfriend, “so I want to say that I’d feel safer if Brian was sleeping in the same room with us. There’s only the five of us here for the weekend and it’s not fair for Brian to be off in a cabin by himself. And nothing would stop Jennifer or Courtney or Samantha from sneaking off in the middle of the night to go visit him and we’d never know. But with all of us in the same room, we could monitor each other’s behavior. Brian would be safer.” I think every fork hit the table at the same time. Mrs. Gordon sat there with her mouth wide open. Well, so did I.
“Hmm. Safety in numbers,” Mrs. Pratt said. “We had talked about none of the girls going off without the others. This seems to be a logical extension.”
“Really?” Mrs. Cortales said. I think she always just considered that boys were the enemy for either Samantha or Lexi. She was processing new information.
“I believe this requires a parental conference with the staff. Why don’t you five…”
“Dishes,” Veronica said. “I need help cleaning up. It’s just us this weekend, guys.”
“Why don’t I light the fire in the fireplace and we talk over there,” Tim said. “Theresa and Larry are going to spend the most time with your kids this weekend. They should definitely be part of the discussion. I’m finding this very interesting.”
The result was that we were all to bunk in Cabin 2. It was the most modern and had more sinks in it than the others. It was big and after the moms left, we hauled our packs and sleeping bags into the bunkhouse and looked around. Like all the cabins, it had six bunk-beds so it would sleep twelve. We all just stood inside the room and looked at it and then at each other.
“How do we decide who gets to sleep where?” Sam asked. “’Cause I’d kinda like to sleep next to Brian.”
“They usually put everyone head to foot,” Jennifer said. “I’d like to sleep next to Brian, too, but maybe head-to-head?” My amazing little girlfriend surprised us all again.
“Are these mattresses tied down?” she asked, lifting the edge of the nearest one. “Doesn’t look like it. Let’s put them all on the floor and all sleep head-to-head like a wagon-wheel. We do it in church-camp all the time. Drives the counselors crazy.”
“Great idea!” I said. “These mattresses are so thin they don’t do much anyway. We could put all twelve of them on the floor, two-deep and toss our sleeping bags on them. Then… well, if anybody wanted to, we could put a hand in the middle and hold hands with everyone else.”
“Brian, may I kiss you?” Courtney asked.
“Um… yeah.” I thought it was just going to be like a thank you kiss, but, of course, this was Courtney. “I want to sleep with you!” she whispered in my ear.
We got ready for bed, mostly. After I brushed my teeth, I realized there was a problem.
“Brian, why are you still dressed in your jeans and T-shirt? All your girlfriends are here in our pajamas. Get ready for bed.”
“Um… I forgot. I don’t actually have any pajamas. I usually just sleep in my underwear.”
“Or nothing,” Jennifer sniggered.
“Jennifer!”
“Brian, will you turn and face me, for a minute,” Hannah said from behind me. I turned around. She had silky pajamas on and even though I couldn’t exactly see through them, I could see that her nipples were hard enough to tent the thin fabric.
“Hannah, you’re so beautiful.” I whispered. “Honey, I can kind of see your… um…”
“Nipples?” she finished for me. “We’re all dressed in pretty pajamas. Samantha’s nightie hardly covers her panties. Courtney didn’t even try for one that long. Now get undressed so we can all go to bed.” She grinned at me. What was happening to my little Hannah? She stayed right in front of me looking me in the eye until I was standing in my briefs. “Hug?” she said. I held out my arms and she hugged me. My cock only started to wake up. “Am I the best girlfriend ever?” she whispered in my ear. Oh, hell yes!
We all crawled into our sleeping bags and we were pretty much shoulder-to-shoulder in a wagon wheel. We talked for an hour or more. Samantha was on my left and Jennifer was on my right, but Hannah’s and Courtney’s heads were inches from ours. At last our excitement ran down and I drifted off to sleep. I wondered absently who was delivering Hannah’s papers in the morning.
I don’t know when it was, but a hand stroked my face until I woke up. In the dim light from the bathroom nightlight, I could see it was Samantha. I reached out to touch her cheek and found it wet with tears.
“Brian? Can I cuddle with you?”
I unzipped my sleeping bag and warm, sexy Samantha’s silky legs slid down beside mine. She cuddled up against me and I put my arms around her. She didn’t offer a kiss, but just lay her head on my chest and continued to cry silently.
“What is it, cutie?” I asked. “Are you okay?”
“No. My mom thinks I’m a whore,” she sobbed softly. “She had to make a point of embarrassing me at dinner. I let you put your hands all over me and touch my bare breasts. Do you think I’m a slut?”
“Shh. Shh. That’s not true at all. What we did last Saturday was very special. I’m sure your mom doesn’t think you’re a whore.”
“It… she… caught Simon kissing me in the garage. He had his hand inside my shirt squeezing my breast. She… ordered him out and told him not to come back. That’s why we broke up last year. It was my own stupid fault. I didn’t want him to do it and didn’t know how to stop it.”
“It’s a good thing your mom came along then, isn’t it? If he wasn’t listening to you, you could have gotten into real trouble,” I said. I held her against my chest and stroked her raven hair with my left hand. My cock had sprung to attention when I felt her silky legs against mine, but one tear and it collapsed. I just wanted to make it better for her.
“I sort of wanted him to touch me the first time, but it was just once to find out what it felt like. But then every time we kissed he grabbed a boob and started squeezing. Sometimes it hurt. You haven’t touched my breasts since I crawled in with you and last week I gave you permission to touch me anywhere above my waist outside or inside my clothes. Why couldn’t he be like that?”
“Being permitted to touch you once isn’t a license to touch you whenever I want, Samantha. I don’t think married people even do that.”
“That’s why I let you touch me last week. I’d never have been brave enough without the agreement.”
“We could try to bring Simon into the group and have him sign the agreement. If you miss him like that, I’m sure we’d all help.”
“I hate him,” she hissed. I wasn’t expecting that.
“What?”
“You should have heard him this morning. Hannah and I wore our jeans and cowboy boots to school today so we’d be ready to leave. Then Simon came along with his friends and said, ‘Look at the sluts in their fuck-me boots. It’ll be harder to get fucked in those jeans than in your mini-skirts.’ Hannah started crying and we ran to the girl’s room.”
“When was this? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because if we’d told you, you’d have killed them. All you guys would have. We couldn’t say anything.”
“You’re right about that. I may still kill them.”
“You don’t think I’m a slut? Please say you don’t think I’m a slut.”
“I do not think you are a slut at all. Or Hannah. I’ll kill the…”
“I know Jennifer is beside you, but can I squeeze in?” Hannah whispered. Jennifer quickly spun around so she was head to head with us by Courtney. Hannah cuddled up to me on the other side.
“I don’t even know how to be a slut,” Hannah sniffled. Jennifer snorted.
“Nobody’s ever going to get away with calling you names again. That’s why you have boyfriends… and girlfriends. If Whitney or Liz had heard that, Simon would still be unconscious.” Hannah rubbed her face against my chest and I realized she’d been crying, too. I think I was the only one who had been asleep because both Jennifer and Courtney got their heads right next to ours and put a hand over mine on their shoulders.
I just wanted to protect my girlfriends. I guess that’s kind of macho, but I went to sleep trying to figure out how I could get back at Simon.
I woke up with two of the sweetest girls I knew cuddled against me and something incredibly silky smooth rubbing up against my morning hard-on. I froze when I realized it was me doing the rubbing. What was worse was it was one of Hannah’s legs thrown over me. Samantha had edged down a little and her leg was on my right thigh. I carefully eased myself out of the covers and crept toward the bathroom. I guess this was usually a girls’ cabin because there were no urinals in the bathroom. There were three stalls and two sinks with two shower stalls. I went into the last toilet stall and urged my cock to go down so I could pee. I thought about relieving myself, but I just couldn’t do that. I was rubbing against Hannah’s leg! Oh god!
The stream finally started and a few seconds later, I heard the next stall door close and a stream start to wash into the toilet. Oh shit! A girl is peeing in the next stall. Just three feet away from me, a girl had her panties around her knees or maybe even her ankles and was sitting on the toilet next to me peeing. Then she would take some paper and touch her… God dammit! My cock is never going down now. I flushed and ran to the sink to wash my hands so I could be out of the bathroom before she came out of the stall. I heard the flush and it was too late. I didn’t want to turn to leave because I had my hard cock trapped against the sink.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” Hannah said beside me.
“Huh? Good morning. I was up before you were.”
“Yeah, but I was awake first. Are we going out to take care of the horses?”
“Uh… yeah. That’s what I figured I’d do and then go make breakfast.”
“Okay. I’ll get dressed, too.”
“I’ll grab my clothes and dress in here. Let me know when you’re ready.”
“Okay.” I grabbed my clothes and ran back into the bathroom, trying to be careful not to wake the other girls.
Damn! Shit! Fuck! If Hannah was awake before me, then she had to know I was rubbing my cock against her leg. She probably wanted to go to the barn so she could yell at me without waking the girls. I am so fucked! Maybe she thinks I was trying to rape her. Damn, damn, damn!
“I’m ready.” Hell! I don’t even have my shirt buttoned.
“Be right there.” I scrambled to finish, pulled my socks on and grabbed my boots on my way out the door. Hannah was already on her way to the barn. She must really be mad. There wasn’t much chance the other girls would wake up. It wasn’t even light out and Hannah and I were the only ones used to getting up at four-thirty in the morning. Hannah had a brush in her hand when I got to the barn.
“Beat you!” she said.
“Hannah, wait. Please let me apologize. I didn’t know.”
“What?”
“You said you were awake before me.”
“Yep. I knew you were waking up, though.”
“You know what I was doing then.”
“Yeah. It’s okay. It was interesting. You could have finished.”
“Interesting? You should have pushed me away and woken me up. Hannah, do you know what would have happened if I didn’t wake up when I did?”
“Of course. Semen would have spurted out the end of your penis. Oh. I suppose that’s messy, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. It’s pretty messy. Hannah, you never have to do that for any boy ever.”
“I know that. Did you go into the bathroom and masturbate? I tried to give you time, but I figured it wouldn’t take that long and I really had to pee.”
“Hannah, that’s something that only a boyfriend and girlfriend would do together. You don’t have to do that.”
“Aren’t I your girlfriend?” she asked. Oh shit! She really looked hurt.
“Yes! Yes, you are. I mean that… well you don’t like that kind of stuff and it’s not right for me to use you for my own pleasure if it doesn’t please you, too.”
“It was kind of interesting. It was like a horse.” Huh? “You know how you can feel their muscles when you ride and just know strong they are? It’s like I could feel how powerful it was.” I collapsed on a hay bale.
“Hannah? Honey? Would you give me a hug?” She dropped the brushes and rushed to me. She sat beside me and just hugged me. It would be okay. This time. I still had to figure this out. “You know I love you, Hannah?”
“Sure. I love you, too.”
“I know. But it’s a little different. I love you the way that wants to kiss you and touch you, like I was doing this morning. You don’t like that kind of thing. You don’t ever have to feel you should do something that you don’t like. Just because you are my girlfriend doesn’t mean I don’t have to follow the rules. In fact, it means I do have to follow them. I loved sleeping with you last night. And with Sam. But if we ever do that again, you can’t let me do something that you don’t want, too. Even if I’m asleep.”
“Okay, Brian. Really, I didn’t mind. And someday I might be ready for that. I just wanted to be nice to you.”
“Honey, you are already the best girlfriend in the world.” She giggled and we brushed the horses.
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