camp cherry | hs

thirty one

HANA

My birthday is filled with sweet kisses and uncontrollable laughter and doritos and trashy 80's movies and, fortunately for Harry, - and me - heavenly sex.

Undoubtedly, he's in the best mood I've ever seen him, and that's showing in the resilience of his ridiculously high sex drive, fucking me once only to be hard not even half an hour later, although after the third round I refuse anymore and insist on giving him a blowjob any time he got hard for the rest of the day. He complains until I threaten to make it the rest of the week, and then the rest of camp when he still won't shut up.

Now, I'm completely and utterly dead, barely able to move or open my eyes due to how exhausted I am. Harry feels the same as me; even he practically passes out and didn't get hard for another three hours, until he woke me up with his erection pressing against my ass, my eyes rolling and lips around his cock in seconds. We had dragged ourselves to lunch just after the second round (fourth of the day), hair tangled and cheeks flushed bright red.

My jealousy flares as Amy fawns over him from her table, probably presuming his flushed appearance was from jacking off - her delusional mind most likely imagined it to be whilst he thought of her, and I bit my tongue to prevent the words I want to snap from spilling out, no, you stupid bitch, he's literally jacking off over me, and on me, so fuck off - and her brain not connecting the dots that I share the same swollen lips and crumpled clothes. Maybe, she's subconsciously ignoring the heated and lustful looks Harry and I share throughout the entirety of lunch before the tension snaps and he's dragging me back to his cabin to fuck me again, to which, of course, agree.

The sun glows warmly, basking the camp in a sunny brilliance, rays of light sneaking through the chiffon, creamy coloured fabric of his curtains pulled tight to block us from passing eyes. Harry's been asleep for about an hour, his head resting on my lower stomach and his fingertips still trailing lightly on my legs whilst my hand massages his scalp gently, the skin covered in thick, brown curls.

I feel so peaceful. I can't hear the cheers of victory or defeat from the others anymore, Harry isn't snoring for once, his breathing barely audible and I had switched off his TV a while ago to bathe in quietness. Eyelashes kissing the tops of my pink cheeks and cherry-chapstick-free lips slightly open, my eyes had drifted closed at some point since Harry laid his head on me, promising he wouldn't fall asleep even though we both knew he would be gone within minutes. Dinner is in an hour; I'm guessing, not even wanting to raise my hand to check the watch on my wrist or look up enough to locate the ticking clock hung on Harry's wall, nestled between countless posters and his expansive collection of vinyls, that side of the room drowning in sun.

I'm pretty far off or maybe the peace had warped my sense of time, as the sharp alarm to signal dinner blasts into our intense comfort and causes it to implode. Harry rockets up straight and rubs his eyes tiredly, turning and smiling to me fondly, looking positively drunk on sleep and pleasant dreams, "good evening, my Cherrybaby."

"Have a good sleep?" I tease, poking fun at his adamance that he would remain awake, which lasted for all of ten seconds before he fell.

"I did, liked your head massage. Had a dream, you were there."

"Yeah? What was it?"

"We were at the beach," he lays back, resting his head in my lap like he does when he's crying and allows warmth to take him once again, eyes closing. At first, I think he may have fallen back to sleep, but then he continues to murmur, his lips barely parting, "we were at the beach, somewhere like Malibu, and it was so sunny. We were walking along the beach and listening to the ocean and I was telling you everything I love about you. And I asked you to marry me, Cherry. Woke up before you answered though so I guess I'll just have to wait until I can ask you in real life, I'll hope for the same answer dreamy Harry hoped for."