The Monday of the second week, Craig decided to start the fresh group of kids shooting from the prone position, where the shooter lies on his or her belly and braces the rifle on the ground. It is far and away the most stable position and the kids should’ve been the most accurate with it. We had skipped it entirely the first week because we had so many kids who had shot at camp before. This week, we had lots of noobs. Elaine and I traded off demonstrating at the start of each period in the morning, me, then her, then me again. But in the afternoon, Craig had me do the demo all three periods. It was unusual, but hey, more rounds for me, right?
The next day, Craig announced he had been dissatisfied with the efforts of the day before, and we would stick with prone. This wasn’t unusual. Craig was often dissatisfied with people’s efforts… What was unusual was that Craig again had me demonstrate prone position all three morning periods.
Elaine had been a little jealous the previous afternoon, but now she was genuinely pissed. After the third period, Craig would always lock up the guns securely, then hop in his truck and go eat lunch at the diner in the nearby town where his girlfriend worked. Elaine and I helped with putting away the rifles, then once he was gone, we policed the brass from the area, and would then head back to the chow hall for lunch.
That Tuesday, Elaine was uninterested in picking up expended shells. She and I were going to have a ‘discussion’, apparently.
“What the fuck is Craig’s problem?” she demanded as the truck disappeared down the service road. “You have now demoed seven times a row. What are you, teacher’s pet?”
The last thing I wanted was Elaine to be mad at me. Even worse, I kind of thought that I knew why Craig was having me do all the demos all of a sudden. Watching Elaine bend over in her desultory efforts to collect stray brass that the worms had missed pretty much confirmed my suspicions.
She kept badgering me, and at last she got in my face suddenly and asked, “Look, I’m doing all the talking. Do you know why he’s doing this?”
I was startled and accidentally answered honestly. “Um, I think so…”
“You do?!? Why?”
Fuck. That had been a mistake. I did not want to answer, for obvious reasons, but I also do not like to lie.
“You are a distraction,” I said at last. “And you know how much Craig wants everybody focused.”
“A distraction? What the frick do you mean?”
I looked into her angry eyes and decided to just rip the bandaid off and get it over with. “Elaine, when you lie down on the mat there in front of everybody, nobody is paying attention to anything but your ass.”
“Fuck. You!” she snorted. “My ass isn’t that great.”
It was like a dam had burst inside me. “You know damned well it is,” I replied recklessly.
“Come on Casper, I see you checking out my ass all the time, and you seem to manage to function normally.”
“Yeah, but with you lying there like that, everybody is distracted, all at the same time… even Craig, I’m pretty sure. And I think that worries him.”
“You are telling me that my ass is a fucking safety hazard?” Elaine practically yelled.
“Yes!” I blurted hotly in response, before I could stop myself.
Her mouth just hung open in shock at my effrontery. Really, the balls on me to say that to her face! Fuck Craig for getting me into this position, I fumed. Elaine took an angry half step toward me and I flinched back involuntarily.
And her open mouth twitched. Her eyes flashed, or maybe twinkled.
“I still find this hard to believe,” she said, suddenly calm. She turned and took a step to the mat lying on the firing position just a few feet from where I stood uncertainly. Then she bent and lowered herself to lie on the mat in a deliberately sinuous motion until she lay on her stomach, propped up on her elbows. She cocked her knee out a little, as a shooter would to stabilize herself, which opened her thighs just a few inches…
She looked up at me, then down over her shoulder at herself. I just looked at that ass. I couldn’t help myself. “So, this is what a safety hazard looks like,” she mused. She looked back at me again. “My eyes are up here,” she said evilly. My eyes snapped up to hers and she smiled.
“I don’t get why I’m so distracting,” Elaine said in a little girl voice. “I mean, what are you thinking about that has you so distracted?” She looked down over her shoulder at her now slightly wiggling bum again, and my eyes followed hers. She chuckled, and went on in a suddenly lower voice. “I’ll bet I know what you are thinking about; what you want to do. You want to come lie on top of me. You want to take whatever that is that is swelling inside your shorts right now and press it against my firm little backside, don’t you?” she practically purred. “You want to rub it up and down, right here,” she went on, reaching back behind her to trace a fingertip up and down the back seam of those tight, tight shorts, following the delightful path between her achingly enticing glutes.
She looked up at me again and asked sternly, “Don’t you?”
I could only gulp and nod my head, not really believing what was happening.
Elaine smiled. “Well, come on then.”
I was stunned, and frozen in place. With a will, I forced myself into motion and stepped toward her.
“Wait!” she said. Fuck. Had I waited too long and the feeling moment had passed? “Take off your pants,” she ordered, instead of telling me to back off.
Wow. “Drop trou?” I asked, wanting to be sure I heard correctly.
“Come on, Casper. I want to see what you are going to rub on me, you know?”
“Seriously? Here?”
“We have more than an hour before Craig gets back, and longer than that before any campers will,” she said, her breath a little shallow now. “If you show me yours, maybe I’ll show you mine…”
In a flash, I had tugged my shorts and underwear off. My cock had not fully caught up with events, but was getting up to speed rapidly. Elaine looked intently at it as it swiftly rose to full attention. Before she changed her mind about… well, anything, I knelt and lowered myself over her back. I braced myself so as not to put my whole weight on her lithe body, but I let my cock press hard into the orange polyester-coated crevasse of her backside. She shivered a little as the length of my shaft nestled down atop her.