Okay, so this one happened a while ago when I was a camp counselor, but it's still hot and I still think about it so I thought I’d share. We’d had terrible storms that year and one of the nights I woke up to find my cabin was flooded. Like, literally water up to my ankles flooded.

There was no way I could stay there, obviously, and running to the main lodge wasn’t an option (too far, too wet, too dark). I tried to find some dry clothes but settled for throwing my coat over my cookie monster pajamas.

I thought of the closest dry spot: Cabin 12. That’s where two of the boys I was in charge of, Nate and Kyle, were bunked for the night. They were both over 18, part of a summer program for older campers. I knew them pretty well; they were sweet, good-natured kids, but, like all teenage boys, they had that restless energy. I’d caught them staring a few times during our canoeing lessons or when I walked past the lake in my bikini. It wasn’t a big deal – they were young, curious guys. I brushed it off, telling myself I was just imagining things.

Anyway, I had nowhere else to go. I put my hands over my head and dashed through the storm to their cabin.

My hands did little to divert the rain, and I arrived at their cabin dripping wet and out of breath. Nate and Kyle looked up at me, surprised. They were sitting together on one of their bunks. I quickly explained about the flooding in my cabin and how I needed to stay with them for the night. They didn’t seem to mind – in fact, they seemed a little too eager. I should have known at that point…

“Make yourself at home, Miss,” Nate said with a sweet smile. Kyle was quieter, but his eyes kept flicking to my soaked shirt, which was clinging to me in all the wrong places. “Come and take a seat.”

I peeled off my jacket and hung it up. When I turned around both Nate and Kyle were looking-but-trying-not-to-look. I sat down on the edge of their bunk between them. The storm was still raging outside, the wind howling so loud that it drowned out most sounds inside.

The boys were restless. I could see it in the way they kept fidgeting, glancing at each other, then at me. We made small talk for a while, trying to pretend like things were normal, but there was this thick, unspoken tension in the air. I wasn’t stupid. I knew what they were thinking. Hell, I was thinking it too.

It was wrong, of course. I was the adult, the responsible one. But they were both over 18. Technically, I wasn’t doing anything illegal. And I had always fantasized about letting two guys…well…I could see how much they wanted it. Nate shifted on his bunk, his hand brushing against my thigh as he “accidentally” stretched. I looked at him, then at Kyle, who was watching us both closely. I knew then that this night was going to take a turn.

“I bet this storm’s driving you guys crazy, huh?” I said, my voice a little too soft, too suggestive. I don’t know why I said it, maybe because I wanted to test the waters, to see if they’d take the bait. And, boy, did they.

“Yeah, Miss… it’s hard to sit still,” Nate said, his voice thick with tension. Kyle nodded, biting his lip, looking like he was trying to figure out how far this could go. I could tell they were both getting worked up, and maybe it was the storm, the adrenaline, or just the fact that I’d been spending way too much time around these boys, but I found myself wanting to help them out.

“Look,” I said, my heart pounding. “I know you’re both… restless. And maybe it’s just the storm, but if you need to, you know… get some things out of your system, I won’t stop you.”

Their eyes widened, both of them sitting up a little straighter, like they couldn’t believe what they were hearing. But I wasn’t about to explain myself further. My body was already moving before I could second-guess it, and I reached out, guiding Nate’s hand to my chest.

It started with just touching, their hands exploring me like they’d never been this close to a woman before. I could feel them getting bolder, more confident as I let out little sighs, my body responding in ways I hadn’t expected. But things quickly escalated.

Nate leaned in first, his lips brushing against my neck, his hands growing more insistent. Kyle was right there with him, his hands sliding up my thighs, finding their way under my shorts. The storm outside seemed to fade into the background as I gave in, fully letting myself go, the sound of the rain and thunder barely registering anymore.

“You guys need this, don’t you?” I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement. They both nodded, their eyes dark with lust, and that was all the confirmation I needed to let them have more. I wasn’t thinking about consequences anymore. I wasn’t thinking about what this meant for me as their counselor. All I cared about was the heat of their bodies pressing against mine and the way they were making me feel.

Nate’s hands were everywhere, groping my chest, pulling my shirt up to expose me. Kyle’s fingers were more tentative at first, but soon he was slipping them under the waistband of my panties, teasing me with slow, deliberate movements. I let out a soft moan, biting my lip as I spread my legs wider for him.

Before I knew it, Nate’s mouth was on my breasts, sucking and licking, while Kyle’s fingers slipped inside me, making me gasp. My body was on fire, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I didn’t care about the storm, the camp, or how wrong this should have felt. All I knew was that I was in too deep now.

I mean…more stuff happened lol but im gonna stop there because this post is getting long lol. Let me know if you want more.