Sorry diary, have you missed me? Been so busy haven’t been able to find any time to write anything down, which I know I’ll regret later on. Ah well, rather spend time with Dan and Brian than write in some crummy diary anyway.
So, here’s the BIG news. Tonya and Holly got caught and sent home. Dan told me The Simmons’s walked right in on ‘em, bare-ass naked and doing it!!! Fuck, I’d’ve given anything to see THAT! Can imagine though. Oh boy, can I imagine.
Anyway, they’re history, and the news is all over camp and we’re supposed to pretend they went for some other reason and not tell the kids the real reason and I can see why but fuck it if the kids in my dorm ask I’m gonna tell ‘em the truth. They’re 14 and old enough. Christ, 14 year olds these days know everything. Was I as precocious only 4 years ago? Don’t seem that way, but p’raps I was. Anyway, all the kids I know are!
But them getting thrown out makes it even harder being round Dan, because all I wanna do is rip her clothes off and kiss her. She doesn’t know, of course. God, I hope she doesn’t know… No, she can’t, can she, or she’d run a mile.
Anyway, I let Brian fuck me, hoping it’d take my mind off Dan, and it kind of did for a while. He’s nice. Got a great cock and knows what to do with it. Almost made me come, and if I work on him a little I think he probably will. Good sex anyway, come or not, and Ha – did he come! He’s a year older than the rest of us and it shows, more experienced or something. He even thought to bring a supply of rubbers with him, which is useful, and hints at some pre-planning on his part.
I wish Jack was free and could get with Dan. That’d make things a whole lot simpler if we were both buddied up. If Dan was getting some too it’d reduce the temptation. She came round earlier today in shorts and a white t-shirt while we were down the lakeside and I could have died looking at her legs. They go on, and on, and on… Love to find out where they end! God, Cherri, stop thinking this way, it’s not doing you any good. Couldn’t take my eyes of her boobs either. They kind of move under her t-shirt, mobile and perfect and kind of shaky and firm at the same time. Wonder what her nipples look like? Oh yeah, I remember. Yeah. Nice. Big and dark. Of course. How could I forget that!? Like to see ‘em again, like to…
Gonna have to sign off now. Need to take care of a need that’s just snuck up on me.