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    Happy Campers – (Chapter: 6 – Pancake Girl)

     “Maybe a little” The heat rises in my cheeks, I don’t know why that caused me to blush. I blame Spencer; her blush made me blush, if that makes sense. I don’t know why were even discuss this, its not like I’m going to let the camp nurse fondle my goodies. I could always ask Spencer to take a look, but that would way too forward and a stupid thing to do.

    “Do you want me to get the nurse to take a look at you?” Spencer sat up to look around the hall, in a search of the nurse probably. I refuse to have a middle aged woman touch me; I like the younger ones better, their not so rough.

    “Or you could take a look?” Hey I never said I was smart. And I think I should have a say in who gets check me out.

    Spencer clears her throat; her face now a deeper shade of red.  I’m not holding my breath over her answer because I think we all know she’s going to refuse.

    “I c-could, but I’m not qualified and I wouldn’t know what I was doing” that had to be the easiest let down ever in the history of all let downs. Technically she never said no, but then she never said yes either. I honestly don’t think that I need any medical attention at all. It was only a push after all.

    While I was busy smirking at Spencer, Madison slipped a plate full of food. Looking down at my plate; it was chocolate chip pancakes with cream. It smelt so good and it tasted even better. I think I moaned after the first bite. The whole table was looking at me, but I paid them no attention.

    “I figured you were the pancake type of girl” Madison may not look too bright, but she has some sense; clearly. I don’t bother to answer Madi; I just carry on eating and moaning.

    Spencer is watching me; her eyes look heavy. She must be tired or maybe she’s hungry. I think it’s the latter as she had just unconsciously licked her lips. I would offer her some pancakes, but it seems I’ve eaten them all. If I didn’t like sex so much then I would say that they were better, but in my opinion nothing comes close to the orgasmic bliss you get from sex.

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