Kissing Campers Niall Horan
One
You said a last annoyed goodbye to your mother as she drove off leaving you in the middle of the land of ticks, s’mores, and kumbayas. You carried your bags in hand as you walked through the gates of Camp Crossway. It was some Jesus camp that your jerk of a step father decided you needed to go on to keep yourself out of trouble this summer.
It was true you had a less than squeaky clean year but your grades were great and you didn’t have some seedy criminal record. You just happened to enjoy staying out too late at night and getting a few tattoos. Somehow that meant you were on a bad path and that you needed religion.
If anyone needed some sort of spiritual guide it was that lazy dildo of a man your mother married. He liked to spend his time meddling in other people’s lives and never tried to better himself. He was rude and gross and you really resented him.
Fuck him and fuck this camp, you had better plans for your summer. Plans that didn’t include campfire songs and purity pledges.
You walked past the younger campers arriving to the check in table. You met your perky, barely older than you group leader who gave you your bunk assignments.
The oldest group of campers was also the smallest group. You were going to help out the younger groups in addition to your group, (Group Redwood by the way), doing the various activities and bible studies. You had no idea about camp games and knew you were going to look like an idiot for the rest of your time there.
You headed toward the cabins, the one you were to be staying in was furthest from the rest. One for the boys, another for girls. Your shirt was black and kept in the heat, sticking to your sweaty body. Inside, you dropped your bags onto your bunk and decided to switch into the canary yellow camp shirt.
You pulled the t-shirt over your head and dug in your bag for your set of camp shirts. You found one and unfolded it carefully, about to put it on as the door of the cabin swung open.
You froze for a minute, caught up in sparkling blue eyes as they stared at you, slowly going down to your bra clad breasts and back up to your face. A small grin was tugging onto his mouth as you broke from your trace, hastily pulling on the shirt as others came in behind him.
“Well, who do we have here?” You pretended not to notice blue eyes, zipping up your bag as he walked over to you. “I’m Niall Horan.”
You introduced yourself as the others walked over to you greeting you warmly. Everyone seemed to know each other and you were polite as they left you to claim their bunks.
The girls seemed genuinely sweet and excited to be back at this camp. The guys were pretty straight laced and made corny jokes. Niall, though, was a familiar surprise.
He actually went to your school, though you never spoke to him before. You would see him around campus, athletic and popular. He had a long, lean muscular body with toned biceps and calves that were encased in his sun kissed tan skin. You swallowed, finding him attractive in his gym shorts and loose tank top. You imagined running your hands through his messy blonde hair and digging your nails into his broad shoulders while he fucked you against the cabin wall into oblivion.
His eyes traveled to you and you swallowed, looking away quickly and trying to banish your completely impure thoughts. A smirk came onto his face as he winked at you and you pretended you weren’t just checking him.
Part of you hoped that these campers were the secretly rebellious kind that had parties after lights out and would smuggle weed to smoke in the woods on trips out, but they weren’t. In spending actual time with them, they seemed to be pretty legit. They went on and on about how good it was to be out of the pressures of their sinful environments, shuddering at the idea of premarital sex and underage drinking. Even a few of your jokes were met with nervous blushing from the five girls in the group. The guys were your typical 18 yo teen aged boys, competitive, loud, and excitable. They were mostly preppy and seemed to hover around the girls as though the girls were flowers they wanted to pollinate…with scripture or something.
The only one who interested you, though, was Niall. You couldn’t help it. His laughter made your stomach all fluttery. The way he moved made your stomach knot in desire. He was so effortlessly athletic and strong, with an air of authority to him. The other guys listened when he told them off and they seemed to want his permission before doing certain things.
You wanted him to do certain things with you…
After dinner there was a camp fire sing along that you sat alone at. The rest of the camp assembled and you rested your head in your hands wishing you were anywhere else but here at this hot, sweaty camp. You zoned out as the counselors went through speeches and you watched the group close their eyes to pray. You shut your eyes, not wanting to be caught with your eyes open.
“You seem to be distracted,” Niall breathed into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Your eyes fluttered open as he sat beside you, a grin on his face. He smelled good and felt warm as his shoulders brushed up against you, his lips still near your ear. “You should be paying attention like a good girl.”
“Wh-what if I’m not some good girl.” you responded softly and felt him chuckle against your ear.
“Then I’d have to teach ya,” he vowed darkly, pulling away as the ‘Amens’ were said.
Everyone’s eyes turned to Niall as he pulled out his acoustic guitar and led the music as the rest of the camp sang along. His voice was amazing and you were in shock at how talented he was, his words echoing in the back of your head and giving you goosebumps.
