Pick up scenes are what I call those lovely little scenes at summer camp that just sort of happen. They tend to organically grow out of the situations, because it is such a free environment.
For example, while hanging out on the porch of my cabin, Horns (Anon’s other girlfriend) and I were talking about slapping, and whether or not it was ok to slap Anon.
She just looks at me and said”Oh yeah, its fine!” and turns and smack’s Anon across the face.
“Oooooh, my turn!” I smacked him across the other side of his face.
And so on – eventually, we had the boy kneeling in front of us while we took turns slapping him in the face.
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There was another lovely little fun scene between Anon and I in our cabin.
See, I was sucking his dick. Everyone was around getting dressed, but I was sucking his dick. And then I burped. (What?! I’m full of rebellious Qi!) Margo Eve started laughing, and so did I. After than, bam, I was done. However, Anon still had this silly idea that he was going to be getting a blow job, and he started trying to maneuver me outside. Then I started getting silly.
“Where do you think you’re taking me? You can’t tell me what to do! I don’t see no ring on this finger! No one but my daddy tells me what to do, and I don’t even listen to him!”
By this time, we’ve made it onto the porch, and I’m just getting louder and louder about not having a ring on my finger, and possibly embarrassing the crap out of the poor boy.
“You havn’t even gotten me an onion ring! I fucking love onion rings! You can’t tell me what to do until you’ve gotten me an onion ring. On your cock! You don’t own me!”
It was quite hysterical. And it got even better, when about five hours later, he shows up with an onion ring on his cock.
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However, my favourite little scene happened Sunday night, at cigars and chocolate. This evening, I was leading Anon around, handcuffed, on a leash. It was all great times – there were cigars, chocolate, lots of yummy people, and weird-ass mini golf.
While talking to one of my friends, I asked if I could eat chocoalte off his bald head. He was quite agreeable to this, and it may be the only time this guy will ever kneel for me – I couldn’t reach otherwise.
I put bits of milk chocolate on his head, and was about to eat the last piece, when it fell. This was also one of the last bits of my favourite chocolate at the event.
“You dropped the good chocolate! I oughtta smack you for that.”
He stood up and smirked. “Well, you could try.”
“Yeah…I don’t think that would work for either of us.”
That was when Anon, who was exploring the end of his leash pipped up “You could smack me instead of him!”
“You know, that works.” So I smacked him. A few seconds later, I smacked him again. While I had only just grazed the side of his face that time, he wasn’t expecting it, and he went down like a sack of bricks. I wasn’t expecting that either, so after I laughed, I started yelling at him to get up, and tugging on the leash.
As soon as he would get up, I would quite literally kick him back down to the ground, all the while yelling at him to get up.
This went on for about ten minutes, and it was hysterical, and hot, and fun.
I love camp!
