Elona’s POV
The bus came to a stop at our destination. Each row of us had a chance to get off the bus. It was my turn as Tristan and Miss Jennings were the first to get off. I walked down the steps after Cris, and as I was about to put a foot on the gravel ground, I was pushed full force, nearly stumbling to the ground, but luckily I reached out to Tristan, who was standing outside the bus entrance and he caught me.
“Watch it!” he barked at someone.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Grace, the one who said Tristan was hot behind me, apologized as she squeezed past us.
Tristan helped me to stand up straight, “Are you okay?” he studied my face with concern, my heart was beating wildly against my chest, my life had flashed before my eyes in that moment.
“Yeah, she likes you,” I said softly as I dusted myself off with my backpack that was swung over one shoulder, his hand moved to my back, holding it there as we walked in step to the back of the bus where Cris was waiting to retrieve our bags.
“I don’t give a rat’s ass who likes me or not. I am with you and whoever is going to pull this kind of thing with you again, they will have me to deal with, and I will not be nice about it,” he said.
“Since when are you ever nice when it does come to these things?” I smiled.
“Are you okay?” Cris asked as we stood beside her. Tristan finally removed his hand from my back.
“Yeah, just Grace being a bitch because she likes your dad,” I rolled my eyes.
“She pushed Elona out of the way, luckily I was there to catch her in time. Elona could’ve had a broken neck,” Tristan said as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“That little bitch,” she scanned the area and glared at Grace who was watching us. She was standing with her friends far away with their bags, waiting for all of us. “She will definitely get a piece of me.”
“You don’t have to do that,” I said.
“Well, that is what friends are for,” Tristan stated as he walked to the back of the bus to retrieve our bags.
“I’ve just checked, the signal is still available here. You are sharing a tent with me, by the way,” Cris said, as Tristan stood beside us, again, placing our bags on the ground.
“Everyone! Gather around!” Miss Jennings called out. She now stood by us as the students gathered around. “Boys will be sharing with boys,” she said. The boys were driving on the other bus. “Girls will be sharing with girls. There is a male and female bathroom, and please don’t use it for anything inappropriate. This camp is to have fun and to get to know each other. Mr Crane, you’re helping me set up some tents.”
“F^cking hell,” Tristan muttered under his breath. “On that note, I have my own tent, and I won’t be sharing with anyone,” he made that clear to her.
“Of course!” Miss Jennings said. But she was taken aback.
We took our bags, and then we walked further to where the campsite was. There were lots of trees and bushes, the bathroom facilities were not too far away, and we chose a spot where it was nicer for us. Tristan’s tent was a bit further away. I just had to deal with this camp and that he was far out of my reach. We also had to behave ourselves if we didn’t want to get caught. I walked to the bathroom, which required me to walk past Tristan.
He gripped my wrist and I stopped, looking at him, he leaned in close, “Come to my tent tonight,” he said in a low voice in my ear. I nodded with a smile.
He let go and I walked away. He doesn’t want me to be far away from him and I know that it can lead to inappropriate things as Miss Jennings would call them.
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Cris and I finally chilled in our tent. It was late at night, and all we did today was get everyone settled. Making food outside and exploring the grounds. Miss Jennings just gave Tristan some more work to do. Miss Johnson, our base teacher, was mostly helping with food and kept an eye out for anyone being in possible danger.
“Ugh, no signal. I hate this,” Cris said as she shifted her position to lie on her back with her phone kept high in the air. Our lamp was hanging from the top of our tent, so we could see each other.
I looked at my phone, “Same here,” I responded. I need to go to Tristan’s tent, and it’s already late, so I guess I should go now.
“I need to use the bathroom, I will be back in a while,” I said as I placed my phone on my pillow, I put on my sneakers and crawled out of our tent, zipping the flap door closed after I got out.
Lamps were shining in some tents, and the twigs and leaves crunched and snapped under my sneakers as I quietly made my way to Tristan’s tent, but then he got out. He smiled as he saw me approach him. I have still been wearing my clothes from today, and so did Tristan.
“Come on,” he said softly as he held his hand out to me as he looked around, making sure that no one was watching us. I placed my hand in his, and he led me on a path through the trees and bushes. He had a torch that he had shining in front of us to see where we were walking.
“I think this spot is safe,” he said as we walked to a tree that was partially hidden. He turned towards me and pulled me against him, crashing his lips against mine, kissing me with so much hunger.
“Gosh, I wanted to kiss you all day,” he whispered against my lips. “We have to make this quick,” he pulled away and dropped the torch to the ground as his hands reached my shorts and undid it, sliding it down with my panties to the ground. I stepped out of it, I was already drenched. That is what he does to me.
He pulled me closer to him as he slipped a finger between my folds and I let out a moan. He started to flicker my clit. “You like that?” he rasped.
“Yeah,” I bit my bottom lip.
“You’re always so drenched for me. I love it,” He removed his finger from my clit, and then he moved his hands to my ass as I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist.
Next thing, my back was pressed against the tree, the tree trunk being rough against my lower back, pressing into my skin. I dug my nails into his skin, and he let out a groan, “Fuck, if you keep doing that, I might just be rough with you and I won’t be able to stop you from screaming and everyone else will hear how I fuck you,” he rasped.
That turned me on even more. “What is taking you so long?” I breathed. He reached between us and undid his pants. I felt the tip of his length at my entrance, and he pushed in, not even slowly. I bit my bottom lip, closing my eyes.
“Is that alright?” he whispered.
I opened my eyes as he filled me up all the way with his hard length. “Uh-huh,” I replied.
“Good,” he thrust hard into me as if the breath in my lungs were punched out of me. He picked up the pace as he trailed kisses down my jawline, his breath against my skin as he picked up the pace. The tree trunk penetrated into my skin and then our breathing became ragged as he pounded so hard into me, that I couldn’t help but moan out loud just as he said I would.
He ended up pounding at a rapid pace, squeezing my eyes closed as the pressure inside of me was building up, that I would be over in no time with my orgasm.
“I’m going to come. Come with me,” I demanded, and I tried to let go.
“Fuck,” he bit down gently on my collarbone, he muffled his groan against me.
“Fuuuuuck!!!” my orgasm washed over me, and my voice echoed in the air as Tristan filled me up with his fluids. He continued to hold me against the tree as I opened my eyes, seeing spots in my vision. His face was still buried in the crook of my neck. Our chests heaved as we panted, climbing down from our intense orgasm.
“You always amaze me,” he said between breaths as he pulled away. I could partially see him in the dark. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked with concern.
I shook my head, no, “I’m fine. I loved it,” he lowered me to the ground, and then I put on my panties and shorts as he zipped up his pants.
We heard the crunching of leaves and snapping of twigs. I looked in the direction of where it could be coming from. “Shhhh,” Tristan stood beside me now, and then he picked the torch up, turning the light off. It was pure darkness, the tree branches with leaves were hanging over us as it blocked our view from the moon and stars. We saw the light that was shining our way, moving around not too far away. “That must be the security just checking, we will be fine,” he said softly.
My heart was beating so much that I thought I would hyperventilate. Tristan placed his hand gently on my back and then the light disappeared as it went further away. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was worried about nothing.
“Relax, we are safe,” he said as he gently rubbed my back. “Let’s go back.”
Tristan led me back to the campsite, but I needed the bathroom to clean up before going to my tent. Tristan had waited for me as I cleaned up and then when I was done, we walked in step back to our tents.
“I love you,” he whispered as he went to his tent.
“I love you too,” I whispered back. We didn’t see anyone else and that was a great thing. I got to my tent, unzipped the flappy door, and got inside.
“What took you so long?” Cris asked as I sat down on my sleeping bag, taking off my sneakers.
“I was freshening up.” Well, I basically was freshening up after the quickie.
I got into my sleeping bag and took my phone from my pillow, “Your phone’s screen lit up, and I checked it to see if you had gotten a text with some kind of signal. But why do you have a picture of you and my dad together as your wallpaper?”
Shit, now my heart was back to beating fast. “Um, it was when he was with me on a photo shoot, and we were being silly, he just wanted to make me as comfortable as possible… you know with Mr Luca being a creep and all, so that made me feel better, and I kept it as a wallpaper to remind me that your father is always there to protect me during those times whether or not he is around me for the photo shoots,” I lied. It was becoming exhausting.
“Hmmm, oh well. You two look great together though, father and daughter. We have never taken selfies like that ever since my mother died. That is how badly he closed up, but it’s like you’re his favorite daughter, and he opens up further around you, who even has a wallpaper up on his phone of both of you too But don’t get me wrong, it’s a good thing. I’m off to sleep. Dream sweet, don’t let the bed bugs bite,” she turned on her side, her back facing towards me.
“Good night,” I said softly as my shoulders sagged, and I turned the lamp off, settling into my sleeping bag.
I felt bad that Tristan closed up when Aunt Estelle passed away, and he hadn’t put up a selfie of Cris and him together since three years ago. I could clearly see that it did affect her in some sort of way as if Tristan preferred me as a “daughter” instead of her. But only if she knew the truth about us, hopefully she would understand.