EroticReverie

*Obsessive Liv Lockwood, wants one thing......Kellan Cole..and she won't leave camp this summer without him.*

Liv Lockwood

I've been coming to this summer camp since I was ten years old. Every summer, all summer. For seven years. It was the "rich kid" camp. Most of us stayed all summer long. Boys on one side of the lake, girls on the other. Sure it was a natural protocol, you couldn't have a bunch of horny teenagers in cabins next to one another. Our parents sent us away for summer to get RID of a kid, not add another by way of an "oopsie" and teenage pregnancy. However. Once I got older, I realized horny teenagers will find a way to fuck one way or another. I also realized that there were plenty of girls that didn't at all mind experimenting with other girls for "fun". 

The girls side and the boys side were all split up by ages. Ages ten through thirteen in the first half of the cabins, and ages 14-17 in the second half. There were no eighteen year olds in the camps. Once you graduated you were an adult. The only way to be at the camp, would to become a counselor. Which is how I met Kellan Cole. My future husband and father of my babies, and the man that would I would give my virginity to this summer and then we'd fall madly in love. His initials are scraped into seven different trees, along with mine, with a heart around them throughout this camp ground. I've carved our initials into a tree in secret, once each year. I'd show him after we fall in love. We'd bring our children here, I'd show them how much their mother loved their father. Point out the initials I've carved deep into the bark, telling them how it was love at first sight. 

Because , at ten years old, my first year at camp , I fell in love with Kellan Cole an eighteen year old camp counselor. I've waited patiently, year after year. My little crush and pitter pattering little heart, growing into more than just a crush year after year. Kellan Cole was more than the love of my life. He's my obsession. 

What started as an innocent crush, at the beginning of that summer, was a full fledged obsession by the time I returned the next summer. Every time he smiled or waved at me, I noted it. Mentally marked it in my little brain , and took it for what it was of course. Kellan Cole liked me too. Sure, he waved to everyone. Smiled at everyone it. It was his job. But MY waves, MY smiles, were special. You couldn't tell me otherwise. And if you ask him, he might tell you different. No, he'd definitely tell you different. But I know. I know he liked me too. 

By age thirteen, I kept a photo of him and me from camp by my bed. Him standing behind me as I held up painting I made at Kellan's "Art class". That I signed up for, every , single week of summer. I hung out at that god damn arts and crafts studio day in and day out, determined to become fucking Picasso for my futurre my husband. Because if Kellan liked art, so did I. But that photo, of me holding up my picture with a big brace faced smile, wearing a pink camp shirt and jean shorts down to my knees with acne all over my chin and forehead, with Kellan Standing behind me to the side a little with two thumbs up and a smile on his face. I'd put that photo on our wedding reel. Because I WILL marry him one day. And nobody will know how many times I've fingered myself looking at Kellan Cole and me together. Nobody at our wedding will know how many times I've humped my pillow and my hand to the collection of Kellan photos I've taken over the years at summer camp. But that one is my favorite, that's our first picture...together.  It doesnt matter I was thirteen and he was twenty. I was in love. Age meant nothing to me then, and it doesn't now either. I don't care that he's twenty five now and I'm seventeen. This is his last year as a counselor, and my last year as a camper. So it was now or never. And Kellan Cole may have been able to resist his attraction to me back then, but he wouldn't now. Now, I hadnt only lost my braces years ago, but I finally beat the god damn curse of being a teenager. And my acne was gone, thank you youtube and skin care gurus. I knew how to do my hair, and my makeup. I had god damn tits for fucks sake. Actual fucking tits, that grew two whole cup sizes this past year, making me very, very popular at school. But I didnt have interest in boys in my school. No. My heart belonged to one man. These tits of mine belonged in the hands and mouth of Kellan Cole. 

Call me crazy if you want, but I'm not leaving camp this summer a virgin. I came here with a plan. To get my fucking man.