Camp Pine Brook [closed]

[Sexual_Muse]

Freya “Fry” Torres
18 years old
5’6 in height and hoping to get taller but unlikely as her mom tops out at 5’3 and her father not much taller at 5’7. A late bloomer but her body quickly filled out, as if in apology, with womanly curves with the perfect hourglass figure, which Freya hid under ‘tomboyish’ clothes having not quite adjusted to her curvy development. Long dark chocolate brown hair with normally worn in a high ponytail, when it is worn down there is a pretty layered cut that pairs well with the natural wave in her hair. Striking forest green eyes fringed with long thick lashes. Light olive tan skin with an adorable dash of freckles over the height of her sharp cheekbones and over the bridge of her small slightly upturned nose. Pale pink bow like lips that hint at a touch of gloss or lipstick but is completely natural and always seem to have the tiniest of pout to them.

The first time Freya had fallen in love she was ten years old. Camp Timberline was her summer home away from home having camped there for as long as she could remember but the simple addition of their newest counselor in training (C.i.T.) changed all that. From a ten year old’s point of view it was as if he walked out of a dream. For the first week or two Fry stayed away unsure of how to handle herself around someone who she felt so out of sorts around but his friendly smile and contagious laugh drew her in. And his voice! The first time he spoke to her, asking if she was okay after tripping down some stairs, all deep and soothing, sigh, it did it for her. She was a child in love but she was one of many and not all of them campers, plus she was but a child and she was sure she just faded into the background, no matter how many playful bouts of trouble she started.

When Fry was fourteen tragedy struck. Her father was promoted and they were moved across the world, okay only the country, and the days of her fantasy summer life was cut short.
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Freya hated being late but there was no excuse she could make for arriving over ten minutes past noon when the orientation was to start.

“Hmm.” She had heard through facebook and other social media that Camp Timberline had been bought and was under new management. The new sigh over the paved road named the camp’s new name “Pine Brook”. Freya would have lingered but she was already late. As her older honda civic putted up the road her mind swirled with half a dozen emotions and questions. Was this still her beloved summer camp? For the rest of the short trip to the parking lot Freya pouted and mourned the changes from what was.

There were cars already in the parking lot and in a panic Freya parked and ran towards the dining hall, leaving all her bags and things in the car for later.

As Freya approached the dining hall she could hear a voice speaking and she felt embarrassed standing outside. She didn’t want to cause a scene by arriving late but there was nothing she could do about it so with as much stealth as she could muster she gently pushed open the main doors just a crack and slipped inside hoping against all odds that she went unnoticed.

 

[Pound4Pound]

Timothy Thomas sat alone in the office, his long muscled legs kicked up on his desk, nervously clicking a pin in one hand while he scanned the itinerary attached to the clipboard in his lap. At the ripe old age of 30, this was his first year as Camp Director/Owner and he hoped that his new camp model help bolster attendance. It had been a gradual process, over the last five years he and the original owner, affectionately known as Captain Sam, had revamped the entire camp experience but it wasn't until this year that Sam allowed the name change. Aside from earning his Bachelor's Degree in Education, he'd done his research and found that this generation of parents were more concerned with raising well rounded adults than simply shipping their kids off for the summer. Camp Timberline became Camp Pine Brook, new activities were added to appeal to younger, more wellness oriented parental units. Gone were the days of sloppy joes and lame arts and crafts projects. He'd hired a few math and engineering majors from the local university to facilitate science, technology, engineering, and math based activities. An army vet to teach the kids survival skills. A nutritionist/yoga instructor to oversee food preparation and teach the children how to remain centered in a chaotic world. A new web page, a few presentations at PTA meetings, some donations from local businesses, and endorsements from a few college buddies who made it to the NFL and NBA had bolstered admission.

Still though, he was nervous. Captain Sam had been the face of the camp for nearly half a decade. A family man in his own right, with a lifetime of experience helping kids make their summer dreams come true. Now, it was just him, a college football washout who couldn't make it in the real world so he retreated to the one place he found happiness. Camp Timberline had been his solace as a kid, his first employer as a teen, and when he blew out his knee on a late hit in his Junior year Captain Sam was the first to call him, offering him his old position to help keep his mind off the fact that he probably wouldn't play football again. And it worked. It was Captain Sam's idea for Tim to finish his schooling, telling him that he had a knack with the kids. Camp Timberline became his life. He moved into Captain Sam's Vinatge Airstream Land Yacht so he could remain on the grounds year round and transferred his credits to the local community college. The surplus of hours allowed him to take up electives in conservation and agriculture to better round out his resume for perspective parents. By then, Captain Sam had already been dangling the idea of Tim taking the reigns once he retired and accepting his ideas on much needed change to appeal to a younger family base.

Now some five years later, it was finally happening. Changing the sign was the last step and he expected some backlash from lifers, the handful of campers turned counselors, but there was none. They were just as excited as the newcomers at the prospect of starting fresh. There were 16 counselors in all. Two head counselors, 13 Senior Counselors and 3 CiTs, all of whom he'd interviewed at one point or another in his time at Camp Timberline. Some he remembered when they were kids and the sight of their fresh faces made him feel old, and accomplished. The fact that he had been apart of something that made a difference in their lives was one of the few things that made Tim happy these days. Being 30, single, and without much of family of his own, the camp was all Tim had but he wasn't bitter. He just wanted to make the best of it.

It was almost 11 when he finally pushed away from his desk, unfolded his 6'3" from the old wooden desk chair and stretched. His employees had already started trickling in for the orientation that would run the weekend before the campers arrived. He planned a few icebreaker activities before the real work began, but if everything went the way he hoped, it wouldn't actually feel like work. The activities leaders would run everybody through their planned activities so the counselors would be of better assistance when the kids arrived. Captain Sam did the same and it helped the counselors work together so Tim figured why not keep the tradition alive.

He took a deep breath and pulled open his office door to find a well tanned lanky kid standing on the other side. He well he wasn't exactly a kid anymore, Jamie Sullivan was a newly minted adult having just celebrated his 21st birthday a few weeks before and had spent every summer after his tenth at Camp Timberline. Now he was one of Tim's head counselors.

"TimTom, dude, I was just coming to get you," he said in his surfer's drawl, pushing his beach blonde hair out of his face. "We're ready to get started."

"Everybody made it in okay," Tim asked as he scooped up his clipboard and tucked his pin in the side pocket of his cargo shorts. He paused at the full length mirror to run his hand over his light beard and short cropped hair before he pulled his Camp polo on over his tank top. It was a little snug, hugging his broad shoulders and biceps, hinting at the sculpted chest underneath. He gave himself a quick smile before he turned his attention to Jamie.

"We're short one but she didn't call so I'm assuming she's running a little late. That new sign threw a few of us for a loop," Jamie said with a playful shove as they made their way down the short hallway towards the dining hall.

"Didn't you help me put it up," was Tim's chuckling response but Jamie only shrugged his shoulders. "Well let's get started we got a lot to do."

The activities leaders were already sitting on the edge of the stage with the counselors arrayed at the first row of tables and Tim smiled at the murmur of pleasantries already being exchanged. He did a quick head count to confirm what Jamie had already told him before he brought the meeting to order.

"Nice to see everybody already making friends. Welcome to Camp Pine Brook," he said from the stage and everybody cheered as he pushed a box to the front of the stage. "I'm sure you all saw the sign and have heard that things are going to be a little different this year but with your help I hope it can be just as fun. When I call your name, come get your official Camp Pine Brook tote bag full of everything you'll need this summer."

Just as he began, Tim noticed a straggler lingering at the door and smiled as he nodded her inside. He wouldn't make a big deal about her being late, that wasn't his style and as she drew closer he recognized the young woman he remembered as being a bit of a hell raiser as a camper. "Freya Torres," he said with a grin as he held out her bag, deciding not to call her "Small Fry" like he did when she was in his group.

 

[Sexual_Muse]

Freya stepped thought the doors and paused, mouth hung open in surprise. The sound of her name on his lips jump started her heart and she stumbled as she regained her footing and approached the stage.

Even though Captain Sam was no longer the owner of what was now Camp Pine Brook he was the one she had reached out to before the summer started for a job. The interview had been more of a retelling of her wild years as a handful child, always running around causing playful bouts of trouble. Never anything to truly get her into trouble or make anyone seriously mad but just enough to cause a sigh and maybe one or two gray hairs. Three hours later Captain Sam could not promise her a job but did give his word that he would have a talk with the new owner and vouch for her.

Whatever she had missed in the first ten or so minutes didn’t seem to matter as Mr Timothy smiled down at her as he handed her a tote bag. Freya had no idea what was in the bag but she took it with a shy smile of her own and quickly scanned the room looking for an empty seat. The only one that seemed open to her embarrassment was front and center, not giving her much space to run and hide.

Once seated Freya fidgeted for a bit before settling on pulling on a flyaway thread on her distressed jean cutoff overalls. The outfit as a whole was completed with a fitted black crew shirt with front chest pocket and classic shortline chuck taylor styled converses. Her hair was pulled into loose French braid pigtails and other then a touch of eyeliner and some chapstick there wasn’t anything else to her. As more people got their bags Freya peeked at Mr Timothy from under long thick lashes.

He was mostly as she remembered him. Four years hadn’t changed him or the butterflies that she got when she looked at him. Why didn’t Captain Sam tell her that he was the new owner? If she had been any more surprised Freya was sure she wouldn’t have been able to handle it. Her stomach too that moment to flutter as he looked her direction, he didn’t even look at her and here she was all jumbled up and shy. It of course didn’t stop her from blushing as she turned away as if she hadn’t been sneaking peeks at him the whole time he stood on stage.

Did he remember her?

Freya hoped he did. But what if he didn’t? While nothing seemed to have changed with him there was a lot that had changed on her end. Last time she had been at camp she had just turned fourteen and she had been a stick of a thing, all knees and elbows with bushy wild hair and dirt smudges on her face. As an eighteen year old it was just as likely that she could be found with dirt on her face but past that everything had changed. She get taller, not by as much as she was hoping but a little was better than none. She started to fill in almost overnight and what had been knobs and lanky limbs swelled womanly curves with full lumps and humps she still had trouble wrapping her mind around.

Her brother used the word voluptuous in a way that made her feel mocked and teased but her doctor said that she was at a healthy weight and that she was just blooming into a woman. Her mother said the same thing while adding something about an hourglass figure, whereas her father just scowled and muttered under his breath about boys and trouble.

“Is this your first year?” The cute ginger boy besides her asked.

Freya nodded not trothing her voice not to come out as a squeak. She didn’t know what was wrong,- Wait, yes she did. Time had transported her back in time where she was nothing but a speechless ten year old who didn’t have the nerve to speak to let along in the presence of Mr Timothy.

“This is my third. Name’s Clark, Clark Mason.”

Like the dork she was feeling like, Freya nodded again taking his hand to shake.

“You don’t say much do you Freya?”

Freya sighed and shook her head no. “Just dry throat.” She partially lied with a weak smile.

Clark scrambled into his tote bag and fished out a dewy water bottle. “Here, it’s not even open. I grabbed two before we started. It’s even still a touch cool.” He smiled proudly holding out the water bottle.

“Oh, um… thanks.” Freya smiled taking the water and cracking the top open to take a sip. The water was still cool and she smile gratefully at Clark.

When the last tote bag had been passed out Mr Timothy called their attention again and Freya thanked Clark once more before turning to look up at her long held summer camp crush.

 

[Pound4Pound]

Tim caught many of Freya's stolen glances but did his best not to make much it. His body, sculpted from years of athletics, covered in unblemished skin the color of cinnamon, afforded him a certain level of attention. On top of his handsome smile and easy going demeanor, he was used it. And Freya wasn't the only one giving him the eye. Kayla Delaney, the yoga instructor, had made plenty of overt advances that he politely declined and Tim was almost certain she only took the position to get close to him. Whatever her reason, she came highly recommended and as long as she did well by the kids she could stay. Then there was the other head counselor, Jada Guzman, who was a little more subtle in her approach. But given that she would be off to medical school in the fall and this would be her last summer at the camp, Tim expected her to up the ante. Both were beautiful women in their own way, young and well built, but ultimately he was their boss and thought it best to remain professional. Besides, once the summer got going, there would be plenty fraternizing amongst the staff so expected neither of them would be spending much time looking at him.

The rest of the meeting went along without a hitch. The staff was engaged and already bonding after a morning spent outside under the guidance of Ret. Army Ranger Ken Stone. Tim had been a little concerned during his interview but he turned out not to be as much of a hard ass when interacting with the group. They made lunch out of the Kayla's tasting menu, allowing for a family style experience that helped solidify them as a team after which they broke into smaller groups for STEM activities. The day was closed outside where Kayla showed the group a few basic yoga poses to help them all wind down.

"Great job today everybody," Tim announced once they were back inside and encouraged everyone to give themselves a round of applause. "I want to thank each and every one of you for joining me on this journey. It might be too early to tell but I have a feeling this is going to be the start of something good for all of us. Now grab your gear and meet me at the big house for room assignments and a few more activities before we wrap up the day."

The house in question was a short walk down the gravel path from the mess hall and situated in the center of the campsite. It had been built early in Captain Sam's tenure and upgraded over the years to allow for more space. When Tim was a camper it was little more than a one story log cabin, now there were three stories and a finished basement that served as a sort of clubhouse for the counselors. The main floor housed the infirmary, camper's media center, and lounge area for counselors on night watch. There were 10 bedrooms on the upper floors, each outfitted like a dorm room with two extra long twin beds mounted above a set of drawers. Each head counselor was allowed a single room with a private bathroom while everyone else had to double up. All in all it was a much nicer situation than when Tim was first a counselor.

He was already on the wrap around porch, lounging in one of the Adirondack chairs as the counselors made their way down the path. As they mounted the stairs, he handed each an envelop with their room assignments, key, and Wi-Fi password. "Everybody get situated and meet me downstairs in an hours," he announced.

 

[Sexual_Muse]

Freya soon enough relaxed and with Tim out of her direct view she was able to focus on the group activities and getting to know the other counselors. As much as camp may have changed on the outside it was still the same soul and in a way the change gave new energy to Pine Brook that refreshed and only added to the start of things.

As the day wore on Freya made friends and bunk neighbors were already being claimed, with her having more than her share of invites. Lunch was a surprising delight, the food was delicious but at the same time it also brought Tim into view and Freya’s mind began to roam.

Surely he remembered her… She thought to herself once again stealing glances at him between bites of food and easy conversation. As much as she hated the way her blossomed body drew attention, and a few of the males had noticed, she knew that no once had Tim even spared her a lingering glace, if even a glance at all. It was all very frustrating and Freya speared a green bean with annoyance.

Her mood quickly evaporated during the STEM activities and she was once again back to her smiling bright self at the end of the yoga wind down. She made a point of thanking Kayla before following everyone back inside where they were instructed to head over to the big house. It seemed no one expected room assignment and there were a few pouts as the envelops were handed out.

“Thanks Timos.” Freya smiled using her own personal nickname for Tim. Overreaching as she grabbed for her packet, her fingers grazing his as she took her envelope. The simple touch made Freya giddy and she blushed with color as she walked past him, a certain swing to her hips as she did. Freya didn’t know what had come over her but the rush she felt as she bounced up the stairs was addicting and she was willing to risk the trouble she might get into to chase this feeling.

An hour later Freya headed downstairs with her roommate, Robin, a tall and slender blond with warm hazel eyes and a oval face. It was her third year as a counselor and she was going to school for her real estate licenses because becoming a doctor she found out just wasn’t for her.

“So what happens now?” Freya asked looking at her roommate for direction.

Robin shrugged. “Donno. It’s up to Mr Tim I guess.”

Freya frowned. That wasn’t really the answer she was hoping for but in all honesty she couldn’t hold it against Robin. This was a new year for everyone and they were all on equal footing as far as how things worked at Pine Brook.

 

[Pound4Pound]

“Thanks Timos.”

"No problem Small Fry," he said with a wink and watched as the little girl turned woman as she sashayed into the house. He couldn't help the way his eyes lingered at those swaying hips as she made her way up the stairs. It was a good thing she was last or else someone might have caught him checking out his youngest employee. "I need to get laid," he muttered to himself as he ducked into the media room to grab the supplies for the night.

The evening's events were about him and the counselors getting to know each other a little better. Granted he'd worked with most of them before but it was different being the boss. By the time he became a counselor, Captain Sam was in his 60s and was pretty hands off when it came to day-to-day operations. That was not the boss Tim wanted to be, he planned to be just as involved as his staff and he wanted them to feel comfortable when he was around, a task that could only be achieved if he made himself accessible. And that meant not only facilitating the ice-breakers but participating in them as well.

Since Kayla was off-duty, Tim order a dozen extra large pizza with various toppings and a few dozen wings for dinner that Jada and Jamie had already gone to pick up. That left him to set up alone, which was fine with him. He saw it as an opportunity to get know the newcomers and reacquainted with his former co-workers.

Freya and Robin were already downstairs by the time made his way down to the clubhouse, brawny arms laden with a box full of supplies for his team building activities. He mumbled a curse as he banged his knee in the doorway and Robin jumped up to help, try and failing to hold in a giggle as she did.

"I'm glad you find humor in my pain," he said, his eyes narrowed at her but at she did was giggle harder as she helped him set the box down on the long wooden table against the wall.

"You know me TT. Life's not..."

"Worth living if you can't laugh about it...yeah, yeah I've heard it all before," he said with a chuckle and shift his eyes to Freya. He didn't remember her being so...womanly before but that was probably because she was a little girl. A lot could happen in four years, and while she hadn't gotten much taller, Freya had spread in all the right places. "You let me know if she gives you any trouble Small Fry. Her last roommate didn't much appreciate all that giggling."

"She didn't much appreciate anything. I remember her not making it through the summer," Robin said still laughing, taking it upon herself to unload the box as Tim moved to the projector to sync with the laptop. "What kind of person signs on to be a camp counselor when they hate the outdoors?"

Tim snorted at that as he clicked away at the keyboard, in an effort to cue up the slideshow he planned to use to help him move through the activities for the night. By the time he got the title slide up, the pizza had arrived and the rest of his staff came down with it. While they dug in, Tim finished setting up and dimmed the lights to make the screen easier to see.

Welcome to Camp Pine Brook​

Please DON'T call me Mr. Tim​

Tonight's Activities​

1.Campfire
2.Salt and Pepper
3.Camp Coat of Arms
4.Battle of the Airbands​

Tim clicked the link on the first entry and brought up a video of a bonfire, filling the room with the crackle and snap of open flames. He turned the lights all the way down, revealing a ceiling decorated with glow in the dark star decals and grinned at the sound of wonder that came over the gather young adults.

"So back when I started here Captain Sam used to bring us all together the night before the kids arrived to bullshit and get to know each other. I figured we all had enough real fire with Ken earlier so this would be good enough," he said with a chuckle and took the only available seat. It just so happened to be next to Freya. "So I guess I'll start...I'm Tim Thomas, a lifer at Camp Timberline and technically your boss but we won't get into that. I've always loved this place and when Captain Sam wanted to retire I jumped at the chance to take over. Some of my best memories, as a kid and adult, happened right here in these woods and I hope that I can help a whole new generation of kids make memories here too. Who's next?"

 

[Sexual_Muse]

Small Fry.

Her heart skipped at the sound of her nickname from his lips and her blush deepened. He remembered her!

The next hour Freya unpacked and got to know Robin more. She found out that they had a lot in common. In high school Robin had been in band for a short time and while Freya couldn’t say the same she had taught herself the guitar, though she was terribly shy about it and they enjoyed the same kind of music. But where Freya was horrible at singing, Robin had a clear, angelic like voice. They also shared the same streak of humor and fun. Though Freya admitted to being a bit more of a troublemaker in her fun and games. And when it came to books the two girls were fans of the same authors. All in all it was a quick friendship.

Downstairs Freya leaned against the wall and thought back to the rush she felt earlier and smiled. It was thrilling and like some kind of drug addict she was already thinking of ways to get her next fit when Tim walked down the stairs. A grin turned the corner of her lips into what she was hoping would be a sensual smoldering smile but then he banged his knee on the way down the smile turned to concern which quickly morphed into quite giggles when she knew he was alright.

Robin was quick on the spot and jumped up to help Tim. Freya thought about moving to help but it was apparent that Robin had it under control and stepping in now would only get in the way of things. “Smooth.” She teased instead her smile only barely hold back the fit of giggles. “Oh yeah because she’s the one to look out for when it comes to trouble.” She snorted. “Plus I love to laugh. It’s everyone else I worry for.” Freya winked, the tip of her tongue poking from the corner of her mouth.

Freya listened and shook her head. “I’m prearning you guys now, if I so much as chip my nails!” She huffed in her best valley girl voice, waving jazz hands and her unpolished nails. As she watched Tim click repeatedly at the keyboard part of her told her to help the man out but the majority vote was to lean back and watch the little look on concentration on his face. It was cute and it softened the expression on Freya’s face as she looked on, a blush pale in comparison tinting her cheeks.

When the pizza showed up Freya waited, it was habit to wait until the last before taking a piece and claiming a seat in on bench like seat with room enough for almost three people and happily empty. In her hand she had a napkin with her pizza on it and between her feet a bottle of water. As the room darkened Freya tucked the tip end over in half before rolling it into a tight roll with the crust part out before nibbling on an end. Pizza was messy and when it was hot she had been known to drip cheese strands on herself and make a mess. Her brother had actually been the one to give her the idea and ever since she had been rolling her pizza.

It seemed Tim had everything setup just the way he wanted it and began the first activity of the night, campfire.

Freya scrunched her brows together missing the joke about Ken. She found him to be a joy and stepped up to his challenges with ease. Overly proud of herself when she made him blush, she wasn’t sure what it was that she had said or done but it left a sassy smirk on her face for hours.

With her eyes she watched Tim moved around the room then towards her. It wasn’t until he sat down that she realized what was going on and she forced the smile on her face from getting any larger. His explanation of himself and a brief background on himself was painfully short before he asked the room who was next. She was just starting to fall into the sound of his deep voice when it stopped.

“I guess I’ll go next.” Freya volunteered setting her pizza roll and napkin to the side before standing up. “My name is Freya Torres.” She smiled feeling like she was at some kind of AA meeting with the collective greeting. “I’m a way back when camper from Captain Sam’s time and I’ve been gone for four years but I’m glad to be back.” Freya didn’t know what to say as Tim had kept it short so she finished it off much like he had. “This place was a summer home away from home and I just want to inspire the same love for this place that I had in our campers.” She walk halfway back in her seat before she quickly stood up. “And next person.” Freya smile handing the ‘torch’ off to the next person.

Freya did her best to hide her little smile when she sat back down. Where before her water bottle was squarely centered between her feet it was now off to her left side as she sat closer to Tim. Acting as if nothing was anything, she picked up her pizza and continued to nibble on it as she listened to the others introduce themselves. Making a show of brushing loose crumbs off her bottom lip as she finished her piece of pizza and sucking her thumb clean. All the while her head turned ever so slightly away from Tim so that she could see him.

If she looked as stupid as she felt she didn’t want to see it on his face. But more than that, not seeing him gave her a sense of bravery as if she wasn’t doing it on purpose and it was just happening and if he happened to see her then all the better. As Freya had spent most of her life as a tomboy, heck what was she saying~ she was still a tomboy, she wasn’t as versed in "tempting female" as she wanted to be. Maybe over the weekend she could take some time and do a little research.

 

[Pound4Pound]

'What an odd way to eat a slice,' Tim thought as he watched Freya roll up her pizza. It was an adorable way to avoid a mess and his lips curled at the end as he remembered what kind of troublemaker she had been as a kid. Nothing too crazy but she had been prone to bouts of mischief that drove most of the other counselors nuts. Tim always thought she was funny though and more often than not she'd end up in his group before the summer was out.

Now here she was again, nothing like the pipsqueak kid she'd been all those years ago. Gone were the skinny legs, replaced with shapely thighs and round hips. Same sweet smile though and from the looks of her, she hadn't grown out of being a tomboy but that made her no less feminine. Even as the rest of the counselors got up to do their spiel, Tim found himself glancing at her. His dark eyes drawn to those pouty lips.

'What I wouldn't do to be that thumb.' It was a fleeting thought and Tim pushed it down deep as he quickly averted his eyes.

Jada was up next and Tim glanced around the room, noting that she was last and jumped up to prepare for the next activity. "Salt and Pepper" was a game he picked up in one of his public speaking classes and it was perfect for getting people talking. In a basket he put a few pieces of paper, each with an item from a famous pair. Everybody picked one and the object was to find your mate by asking only yes or no questions. All this he explained as he jostled the paper around in the basket.

"But here's the catch," he said as he moved around the room with the basket. "Because I want to play too, there's going to be one threesome..."

"Mmm TT I knew you was a freak," Jada said, eliciting good amount of laughter from the group and he rolled his eyes.

"I walked into that one but you know what I mean," he said shaking his head as he took up the last piece of paper. It said "MILK" and he smiled knowing that he wouldn't have to find two people. "Anyway, the trio," he said with a poignant look at Jada, who broke into giggles. "Isn't that obvious so when you find your mate make sure you're whole. And when you do find your mate...or mates...I want you to find three things you have in common. Everybody got it...good. Ready, set, go!"

 

[Sexual_Muse]

Freya didn’t laugh like the others at the crude joke, fighting the feeling of wanting to dislike Jada. She seemed to be a quite woman at first who was by no means a dog. There was a womanly air about her that Freya felt she lacked herself and that didn’t help in the curbing of her jealousy of the woman. Freya had never been jealousy of anyone before, it wasn’t something she was familiar with and she ignored the continuing giggles with a roll of her eyes.

Everyone in the room read their slips of paper before turning to each other. Freya must have been the last to read her paper, “COOKIES”, it said. Milk would be the logical choice but surely it couldn’t be that simple. “Well it is named ‘salt and pepper’.” She muttered to herself standing up.

“Are you a person?” Ian asked.

“No.” Freya shook her head. “Are you a liquid?” She asked in turn.

Ian frowned and shook his head. It was apparent after just one question asked on both their parts that they were not each other’s pair.

“Good luck.” Ian smiled turned to the next free person.

Freya looked around and made eye contact with Jada, who smiled kindly at her walking towards her. She wanted to be childish and turn around but that was beneath her and just the passing thought shamed her. Jada was only joking, it was unfair of her to judge her by a simple joke.

“Hi, Freya right?”

Smile Freya nodded. “Yes.” She laughing answered per the rules of the game.

“What? Oh- yeah.” Jada laughed in turn. “The game.” She nodded. “Are you an animal?”

“No.” Freya repeated again. “Are you a liquid?”

Jada shook her head no and once again Freya parted ways with another no.

It looked like pairs were starting to find each other and as Freya turned around she not so gracefully bumped into Tim. “Oh, ah-“ Freya stumbled regaining her balance quickly with the help of his muscular forearm. “Hey Timos.” She grinned up at him, her cheeks coloring. “So…” Freya paused her hand still on his arm. “Are you a liquid?” She asked her heartbeat skipping with girlish delight.

 

[Pound4Pound]

Tim stood back a moment, watching his team go about the game. He wanted to be sure everybody was playing fair before he jumped in himself. After doing a quick lap around the room, listening in to a few rounds of questions and the giggles that followed, he was content that everybody was following the rules.

"So," he said to Robin after she finished denying Clark. "Are you a snack?"

"No," she said with a snort and glanced at her own paper. Tim was a head taller than her and caught a glimpse of "Luigi" scrawled in his own block lettering. "Are you a plumber?"

"Nope..."

"Dammit TT I hate this game," she said with a scowl and gave him a playful shove as she moved on to her next target. Jada quickly filled the space Robin vacated and Tim rolled his eyes before she opened her mouth.

"So I hear you're looking for something to eat," she said with a giggle and Tim shook his head, stepping around her easily. He didn't know if she was his mate but he wasn't going to give her the opportunity to flirt with him anymore.

Pairs were already starting to form and he looked around for another single body when Freya crashed into his chest. His catching her was reflexive, an arm around her waist to set her back on her feet but he couldn't help the goosebumps that rose when her breasts brushed against his bicep.

"So…Are you a liquid,” she asked, cheeks rosy above that bashful grin of hers. Her hand lingered on his arm, just as his lingered above her hip.

"I am...can I eat you?" he asked, then his eyes bulged at how it might sound. Tim quickly stepped away from her shaking his head. "Shit...I mean...are you a dessert," he asked, looking around the room, hoping that no one overhead.

 

[Sexual_Muse]

Tim's touch was like fire spreading over her body, slow waves that send tingles down her spine and made her draw a deep breath. She leaned against his arm wondering just how strong he was. Was he movie strong, a leading man capable of easily throwing her over his shoulder? Freya's eye quickly dropped down and she look a long look at him as her eyes scanned back up his body. Yeah, Freya sighed. She had no doubt that if he wanted to Tim could carry her without so much as a tremor of difficulty.

Freya caught the slip the same time that Tim did and she smiled mischievously and ducked her head, licking her lips as her mouth got the better of her. "You can." She said quietly putting more emphasis on the word you then she had intended. "But yes," She continued watching with a slight frown as he stepped back. "I am a dessert." Freya smile coyly feeling as if the yes or no questions had taken a turn.

"Are you good for me?" Freya asked looking up at Tim, making eye contact as she bit her full bottom lip her heart racing again. Her hands fiddling with the tail end of one of her braids.

Rambunctious laughter from the corner broke Freya from her spelled focus on Tim and she turned her head to see Robin striking jumping poses with Leo as he hummed and sang some theme song. "Mario and Luigi?" Freya chuckled turning back in question to Tim.

 

[Pound4Pound]

He vaguely heard the raucous pairing between of Mario and Luigi but Tim was more focused of the young woman before him. Particularly her mouth and the flirty way she bit her lip. And the jolt her words sent straight to his groin.

"Some people can't take me," he said, absently grabbing at the crotch of his cargo shorts as he held her gaze. Tim was almost certain this was crossing the line but part of him was helpless to stop it. Luckily it was a small part. "Nice to meet you cookies, I'm milk," he said and stuck out his hand for her to shake, knowing that touching her again might be a bad thing. Just as the next stage of the game but rules were rules.

All the other pairs had been formed, along with the trio, and everyone sat discussing their respective common ground. Tim nodded to a set of bean bag chairs off in the corner and smiled. "Shall we Small fry," he said and offered her his arm.

 

[Sexual_Muse]

Freya watched him, tracked his eyes and the movement of his hands. As his hand clutched at his groin she couldn’t help but stare and mindless to her actions licked her lips and smiled. “A shame for those lactose intolerance.” Freya teased. “I rather like milk, can drink my fill of it.” By now it was evident as to who he was in script, the matching pair to her cookie longing and it seemed Tim had come to the same conclusion as he introduced himself. “Pleasure milk, as you’ve guessed I’m your cookie.” Freya was proud of herself, her voice was even and calm despite the inner storm within. Her heart raced and she felt like she quaking like a leaf on a tree but when she took Tim’s hand she was still and collected.

A jolt traveled from Freya’s hand through her body to her core. Lips parted she took in a deep breath, eyes wide as she looked up at Tim reluctant to let go of his hand. Her breath shuttered on her exhale, the moment prolongs but lasting but a second. After the proper amount of time, too short to bring true pleasure, Freya released Tim’s hand. She looked around the room, everyone was paired up and chatting merrily getting to know one another trying to find three things that they shared.

Tim nodded to a set of bean bags and Freya followed with her eyes. The corner was empty save for a set of bean bag chairs and she mirrored the smile that he gave her with one of her own. “Sure thing Timos.” Freya felt unlike herself as she not only accepted his arm but wrapped herself around it in a way that seemed passably decent but pressed her breast against the side of his muscular arm. “So three things we have in common?” Freya mused with a slight smile. “Do we have to continue with the yes and no questions or is this more of an open conversation?”

Taking a seat first Freya sat in a way that gave Tim room enough to be comfortable but would place them just as comfortably close. “Where do you want to start?” Freya asked more in challenge then in request to the task at hand, a mischievous smile flirting at the corner of her lips.

 

[Pound4Pound]

"...I'm your cookie..."

Tim saw her mouth moving but those words played over and over in his mind. She was definitely flirting, but it seemed completely unintentional with those batting eyelashes and absent wetting of her pouty lips. Even the way she held her head, tipped ever so slightly as she gazed up at him, gave the impression that she wanted to see more of him.

Then she took his arm, wrapping herself around it playfully, and the contact sent a tingle straight to his balls. A bulge was forming, all he could do was hope his snug boxer briefs would keep it in check. The feeling of her warm, and ample, bust against him was more than he could take but he couldn't bring himself to pull away and allowed her lead him over to the bean bag chairs in the corner of the room.

As he eased his long body down into the overstuffed chair, Tim scanned the room, noting everyone else deep in conversation. He also noticed that he and Freya were relatively alone, a revelation that did nothing to thwart the erection brewing in his shorts. As she inquired about the protocol, Tim found himself wondering how long it'd been since he had any and shook his head. 'Too long.'

"Well Cookie," he said with a winking smirk as he shifted in his seat to face her. His knees bumped against her thighs as he leaned to the side, resting his head on his fist. "I think it's best if we just talk. You're a lifer now too so we have that in common. Let's start off with easy stuff. I like all kinds of music...Rap, low key EDM, and this new wave of R&B are my favorites. I like campy sci-fi movies and I'm a sucker for a good vampire movie but not that Twilight sparkle shit. I like gore and darkness in my bloodsuckers. I don't read much, but when I do it's mostly fantasy and sci-fi. I guess I'm kind of a dork like that. Octavia Butler, Steven Erikson, and Raymond Feist are some of my favorites. Any of that strike your fancy?"

 

[Sexual_Muse]

Freya loved the way he said cookie, the way his lips formed around the word and the gruff scratch in his voice that hadn’t been there before. She felt herself shift in the beanbag, squirming so the chair pillowed around her as she settled in deep. When his knees bumped against her thigh she stopped moving, she had found her comfort and leaned in towards Tim mirroring his smirk.

“Yeah, we do have that in common. This place was like my summer home and I’ve missed it.” Freya looked up at Tim the grin faltering into something shy and cautious. “Missed all of it.” She hummed, her meaning more about missing him than anything else. “For me music boils down to lyrics and can I play it on my guitar.” She smiled. “If it can move me, make something inside of me awaken, spark or energize in any sense then that’s what you’ll find on my playlist.” Music had no genre to Freya’s ears, her music favorites as far and divers as bluesy jazz to Celtic violin instrumentals and European rock metal to underground hip pop. “Maybe it’s romantic in my but I have a soft spot for brassy love songs, you know those songs that get you thinking about darken rooms lit only by candle light.” Freya closed her eyes as if imagining it. “Sweet perfumed air and the spice of passion and desire. Long slow movements keyed to the beat of the song.” For a second Freya was lost in the moment until reality hit and she realized that she had said all that aloud.

Freya’s eyes snapped open and she glowed a shade of red sure to light the distant corner. “Ah!” Her hands covered her mouth and Freya shook her head trying to pretend that she hadn’t just said that and that it hadn’t been him she had pictured in that darkened room. Not that he would know, unless she said something stupid. Which she hadn’t yet. Okay, next topic.

“Movies.” Freya giggled praying to just move along as if nothing had happened. “What would you classify as campy sci-fi movies?” In her mind was a list of badly produced sci-fi channel movies not even fit for DVD. “As far as vampire movies go I love Lost Boys, there was something about Kiefer Sutherland’s character that kept me from being afraid. I think it was his voice.” Freya shrugged. “It was the same way with the Hannibal Lecter movies, Anthony Hopkins lures you in but again I couldn’t get scared because he gave such a great performance.” She thought about other movies that she loved, again finding one set genre impossible to pick. “If a move can capture my imagination, like Avatar or sweep me from my feet like Princess Bride then I’m happy. Just give me some popcorn and I’m all set.”

When the topic of books came about Freya got nervous and jittery again, wiggling in the beanbag, the blush back once again. Unlike music and movies there was a diehard line in the sand when it came to the types of books she liked to read and while it was okay to admit it to her roommate it was another thing completely to mention it to Timos, her Timos. “Umm, well…” She fidgeted moving her legs side to side, the distraction of Tim’s knees keeping her mind from over reacting. She loved the feel of books, the smell of paper and the sound of a turning page but she never felt comfortable with what she was reading enough to venture outside with them. It had been the main reason she had forked over the money for a Nook eBook, nothing fancy like those tablets, just something she could read for hours on end. “J.R. Ward is a good writer.” She admitted after a time. “Laurell Kaye Hamilton, Sherrilyn Kenyon and Christine Feehan are some of my favorites.” Freya added in a quiet voice hoping he wouldn’t know the names enough to clue him in on her harlequin romance smut genre that she melted for.

“So Milk,” Quick to want to move on Freya fired some questions of her own. “What don’t I know about you? Deep dark secrets? Only child? Boxer or briefs? Favorite animal and color?” She smiled throwing a wild one in the mix. “You know things like that.” Are you single? But Freya couldn’t ask that no matter how badly she wanted to know. But what if he wasn’t. She looked around the room frowning at the number of available good looking women. What if it was one of them? It was kind of a bummer of a thought and Freya tried to not let it get to her because in the end what did it matter if Tim was single or not. It wasn’t like they would be walking hand in hand under the light of the moon.