S.O.S. Summer of Secrets

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" Erik's voice echoed across the room and as he ran toward her.

She was still holding onto the first page as he ripped the book from her hands violently, and she was left holding a single page that tore out of the book.

"GET OUT!!!" He screamed in an almost possessed, terrifying voice that made her want to cry. She grabbed her clothes off the floor, ran out of the room and out of the building, and didn't stop until she thought she was far enough away from the place.

Jen collapsed near a tree, still naked and sobbed like she never had before. There were a few people in the distance and Jen knew they could see her. She curled up as best she could, but was in no state to move any further. Eventually she got dressed and realized she left her panties behind. Who cares. I'm not going back...Not ever!

As she wiped away the tears, she saw a crumpled piece of paper on the ground. Jen unfolded it and stared with fear and fascination. That delicate pair of hands silently crying out to her. Bound and begging for mercy.

She wanted to scream as loud as she could, rip up the drawing and never go back. But all she did was stare at the sketch and imagine what that poor woman was feeling. How terrifying that must have been. How wonderfully terrifying.

17. ADAM

Adam spent the next few days making sure he didn't run into Ashley. It virtually turned him into a hermit, sneaking down to the kitchen for meals and bringing them back to his room to eat in private. He just didn't see how he could possibly face Ashley ever again. She very clearly saw him get erect several times while they were hiking. And worst of all, without evening touching himself, he came on her...his cousin...as in shot a full load of fucking cum on her without a single touch to his penis. Who on earth does that?

He didn't see any other way besides hiding out, staying low and waiting for the entire summer to pass. What other choice was there? I can stay in here and avoid her. I hang out by myself most days anyway, he tried to convince himself. I'll be fine. Bored maybe, but it's better than facing her.

Beyond just the boredom from keeping to himself, he no longer was able to successfully masturbate. He tried several times, stroking himself until he was quite hard. But each time the guilt and awful feeling of what happened seemed to get in the way. And that was really the part that kept him in this depressing state. He didn't feel like himself when he couldn't take care of those needs. It left him dwelling more and more on what happened, which made it even harder to get off. A vicious downward cycle that seemed feed off of itself with no way out.

He sat at his desk and opened up the file in his computer with all of his downloaded videos. Hidden Cam Teens Pissing, Skinny Girl Clogs Toilet, Cute Brunette Poops Big, Sorority Girl Stinks Up the Bathroom. He read the titles and began to imagine Ashley's reaction as she saw this folder open the other day. The thought made him sick to his stomach with embarrassment. Clearly, something is wrong with me, this fetish is just too fucked up. He dragged his mouse over and highlighted all the videos in the folder. After a deep breath, he hit delete and watched his coveted collection disappear.

At first, there was panic and regret, missing the videos he relied on for comfort over the years. Followed by a more calming sense of relief. It was over. I don't have those embarrassing videos anymore, that's not who I am, he told himself as if this somehow went back in time and proved that Ashley never saw this gross folder. He didn't truly believe it, but it somehow gave him hope.

With mixed emotions, he almost started to feel relaxed and decided it was time for a much-needed shower. The first one in a few days. Adam went into the bathroom and quickly stripped down and hopped into the warm, relaxing shower. He closed his eyes and let the water wash over him, cleansing him, giving him a fresh start. It was almost enough for him to face Ashley again. Just thinking about her made his stomach drop, though. Maybe I'll work my way up to that. And that was good enough for now.

After finishing washing, he shut the water off and reached for his towel on the bar just outside the shower. There was nothing there, just an empty rod. Mom must have done the laundry, he thought hoping there were some fresh towels in the linen closet on the opposite side of the room. As he pulled the shower curtain back and stepped out, he nearly fell over when he saw Ashley. Not just Ashley, but Ashley sitting on the toilet.

"Gahh, what the fuuu...?" He stopped short and wondered if he should run to the linen closet for a towel, cover himself up first with his hands, or just turn his back to her. There were too many thoughts for his brain to process at once and he just stood there blankly, uncovered and staring at the wonderful sight of Ashley on the toilet.

Her arms were crossed and resting on her bare thighs while she bent slightly forward. Her shorts were around her knees and she looked at the ground, then back at Adam.

"What are you doing here?" He finally gained his thoughts back and covered his crotch with both hands.

"I had to..." she had a slight grimace on her face, "use the bathroom."

"But you heard the shower. Didn't you think to wait?" He was livid.

"I thought it was your sister. Girls do this sort of thing all the time," she said a little defensively.

"Well get out! I was here first!" He was surprised he actually told a girl who was peeing in front of him to leave, but he was sick of feeling so awful around her. So vulnerable, so insecure. It felt good to be a little commanding.

"I'm kind of in the middle of something..." She said with another grimace.

Adam's nose twitched and noticed the foul, earthy scent in the air. Oh my god, she's not just peeing...she's...

A tiny plop broke the silence followed by an even softer plop as Ashley let out a breathless sigh, closing her eyes concentrating on the next big push.

Adam stood there frozen. Every thought he had up until this point, every ounce of anger for having his privacy invaded, every fear about what Ashley would think about him after the incident in the woods, all disappear from his mind. His jaw dropped, and he watched with intense fascination unable to believe what was happening.

Ashley held her breath and room was impossibly quiet. The silence was deafening until she let out an audible sigh that seemed like a mix of pain and relief as a crackling noise pierced the air followed by a deep PHLUMP.

Her shoulders fell almost immediately and let out a genuine sigh of relief.

Adam truly didn't believe what he was seeing, but soon the stench practically smacked him in the face. Is this really happening?

Without a word to Adam, she stood up with shorts around her knees and ripped off a wad of toilet paper. With her body turned slightly to the side, Adam could neither fully see her slit nor her crack. Only a few feet away with her shorts down, and she still seemed to be covered.

Adam watched in awe as she reached behind and gently grabbed one cheek, squeezing it ever so gently, pulling it out to the side so she could slide her other hand with the toilet paper in between her crack. After a few targeted motions, she released her cheek letting it gently bounce as she carefully inspected the toilet paper and began to fold it over to use the other side.

Adam's eyes were glued to her hand as it once again gently squeezed and pulled her cheek to the side to make way for one more wipe. After giving the toilet paper one more inspection and looking satisfied, she tossed it into the toilet and started to pull up her panties and shorts. As she did so, she turned toward Adam while slowly moving her shorts up her thighs.

It was brief, but Adam clearly saw her patch of hair and a glimpse of her perfect slit until it was covered. Now she was covered, completely dressed and he was not. A fact he had almost forgotten he was so focused on the sights and sounds and smells in the room.

Ashley walked toward him slowly, and Adam could hear his heart beating in his ears, vibrating his brain. He recognized that walk, the gentle swaying of her seductive hips, that impossible stare that was both intimidating and irresistible. It was the same walk from when they were in the waterfall. Adam didn't want to think about how that time ended but he feared it might happen again as she took another step toward him.

There she was, just a foot in front of him, staring silently into his timid eyes. Until finally she said, "I'm really sorry. I just had to go. Sometimes we all just need some relief. With that last word, she glanced downward, and Adam's eyes followed. He was both mortified and somehow not surprised when he saw he was as hard as he had ever been. Possibly even harder than when he first saw her naked.

He made no effort to cover it up. He was too frozen with fear to do anything. Or maybe it was a new sense of confidence, empowerment. Something. Whatever the reason, his cock was left exposed and reached out for her as if it was willing itself toward her.

"Like I said. Sometimes we all just need a little relief," she put her hand on his shoulder and walked past him. "I'll leave you alone now."

And with that, she was gone, and Adam was hard as a statue, alone in the bathroom. It took him a moment before he realized she never flushed.

He took another step toward the toilet and slowly peeked in. And there it was, one of most amazing sights he had ever seen. Large, thick and dark, and disappeared down into the hidden back of the bowl. Had he not seen her actually go, he never would have believed a girl was capable of something so...so big...so foul...so, so...gross.

His cock bobbed painfully, and her words dawned on him, sometimes we all just need a little relief. Did she leave this for me...to jerk off to? He found that even harder to believe, but soon his hand found his erect shaft and pumped furiously as he braced his other hand on the wall while leaning forward. The feeling was so intense he dropped to his knees just in time to shoot his load in the toilet, sending her impressive logs spinning about. A few days' worth of cum shot out in thick ropes and seemed to float in the water like globs of glue.

Still shaking, his balls rested on the cold rim of the bowl as he squeezed out the remaining drops of cum doing his best to aim for the tiny pebble-sized turds floating near the surface.

Completely spent, he fell to the floor on his back with his cock still sticking straight up, inhaling the dwindling foul scent left in the air. What have I done? He wondered, despite deleting the videos and claiming that's not who he was...here he was, jerking off to his cousin's poop. I'm beyond disgusting. I'm scum. He screamed those painful thoughts in his head, lying there disappointed in himself, confused and angry. I'm so fucked up.

18. LEXIE

Lexie spent the next few days reliving every wonderful moment of her lifeguard sessions and looked forward to the evenings when she'd see Mark again. Some sessions were more serious than others, but they always ended the same way, with a CPR lesson. It was a rather important part of being a lifeguard, she did realize that. But there had to be more of a reason than that, had to. She was certain of it. But maybe that was just wishful thinking.

Despite her obvious crush, she was starting to notice some real benefits from all the sessions. Her swimming had improved dramatically. She could swim laps effortlessly and faster than she ever had before. The exercise also seemed to help with her mood. It was hard to attribute that to exercise when it very clearly could have been her feelings for Mark, but she enjoyed it all the same.

Lexie also noticed some subtle changes to her body. Her legs felt a little more toned in all the right ways. She still kept her shape and her slender curves, but she just felt more in control of her body. It gave her a whole new sense of confidence while walking around in a bikini in front of Mark.

She asked in each swim session when she'd get her official lifeguard bathing suit and he always had the same response, "When you're ready. You're not ready yet." His tone ranged from teasing to mean. It was hard to read, but she knew he liked saying that to her.

The next night she arrived at the pool and saw Emily in her usual spot at the front desk, looking as unhappy as ever at the sight of Lexie. Every time Lexie arrived, Emily always had some snide comment or backhanded compliment. "Make sure you wash your nasty ass before getting in the pool," or "You must be a great swimmer, you have such a boyish frame," or "That bikini is flattering on you, considering how little you have to work with." The insults were often about her body, which Lexie assumed, maybe hoped, it was due to Emily's insecurities about her own body she hid underneath her baggie lifeguard hoodie. Each night Lexie dreaded their short interactions, but still somehow always wondered what remark she had in store. In a strange way, she almost started to look forward to it.

"Oh god, might as well get this over with," Emily said.

"Get what over with?" Lexie was now a little concerned. Usually, Emily made fun of her and left for the evening right when Lexie arrived. "What are you talking about?"

"Just go change. Mark will explain everything," she said with a sigh, not looking up from her phone.

Lexie walked into the locker room and began to put on her bikini. She didn't quite have the same butterflies going into her lesson, but something about Emily's tone set her off. Get this over with? What could that mean? Are they letting me go? Am I not a good enough swimmer?

It drove her mad wondering. She finished changing into her bikini and headed out to the pool.

"Woohoo!" Mark cheered along with several others she only recognized from seeing around the facility.

"What's going on?" She asked, now slightly smiling and a little self-conscious. "Mark...?"

"This is it, Lex. Your last lesson. If you pass the test tonight, you're one of us!" He said as if all his strictness up until this point was just a front.

"Wow! Wait, test? What test?" A million thoughts bounced through her head. "Why didn't you tell me to be ready for a test?"

"You should always be ready for the unexpected here. That's one of our key rules."

She shook her head playfully. "What do I need to do?"

"Just a few simple tests, most of which you've already done before. You know, laps, CPR, the usual."

Her heart skipped a beat. Was she going to perform CPR on him in front of all the other lifeguards? That thought excited her and made her stomach drop at the same time. But she didn't have too long to dwell on it.

"First up, twenty laps. You will be timed," Mark said with a serious tone.

Lexie took her spot on the edge of the pool.

"Ready, set, go!" Mark blew his whistle and Lexie dove in the water with a burst of adrenaline. She could hear the muffled whoops and hollers cheering her on as she glided across the lane back and forth. Everything seemed to be going faster than usual. She lost count of her laps when she finally heard the whistle as she touched the wall.

"Was that 20? For real?" She asked knowing Mark rarely kept proper count of the laps.

"Yup, 20 for real. And in record time! That's one of our fastest we've ever had. Might have to add your name to our wall of fame," he said cheerfully.

The next portion was a written test, but given that there was an audience, Mark opted to make it an oral exam. Quickly he questioned her on proper procedures, rules and safety measures. It was terrifying, but actually not that hard. She just never had to do anything like this with so many people watching.

"So far you're passing with flying colors," Mark said encouragingly. "Only one part left."

"CPR?" She asked sheepishly with a mix of fear and excitement.

"That's part of it, yes. You'll also need to do a real water rescue with a volunteer."

She gulped. They had practiced this many times with a dummy before, but never with a person.

"Who wants to be the lucky volunteer?" Mark asked the group of guards. A number of guys raised their hands. "You're too heavy," he joked, "Let's at least make it fair."

"I'll do it," Emily said stepping out of the back of the crowd and staring Lexie dead in the eyes. The crowd of mostly males cheered even louder.

"Alright, alright. Settle down, guys. You're up Emily. In the water you go," Mark said.

Emily stepped closer to Lexie and slid down her red nylon shorts. She was standing there in her baggie grey lifeguard hoodie that fell all the way to her mid-thighs. She removed it up and over her head revealing her own bikini she had on underneath.

The guys cheered their loudest at the sight. And Lexie actually agreed with them. Emily was a bombshell. Unbelievable body, tiny waist, sexy hips and what looked to be a perfect pair of breasts behind her bikini top.

Emily gulped again. I guess she wasn't making fun of my body due to her own insecurities. She must actually hate me. And why is she wearing a bikini and not a normal lifeguard bathing suit?

"Don't let me drown, bitch," Emily gave her one last stare and jumped in the water.

"You know the drill, Lex. Dive in, get her out of the water and perform CPR," Mark said, and the crowd laughed and cheered at the thought.

Lexie froze. She had never pulled a whole person out before and certainly never performed CPR on a girl. Panic set in and she couldn't move.

"Clock's ticking. Every second you waste is a second she's closer to not making it," Mark yelled.

She momentarily thought how nice that would be, leaving her in to drown. But even as a joke in her head that felt too mean. She dove in and swam to Emily who was floating and pretending to be lifeless. Lexie wrapped her arms around her midsection and began pulling her back to the wall. She couldn't help but feel the curves of her breasts and smoothness of her belly in the process. Still, this was a test, and she had to put those thoughts out of her head. Why I am I even thinking them in the first place?

Once at the wall, Lexie got out and pulled her up onto the deck. It took tremendous effort, but she had a feeling Emily was trying to make it even harder by slightly resisting. Eventually, she achieved her first goal. Emily was out of the water, flat on her back.

The crowd cheered at her success, and eagerly awaited the next portion.

"She's out of the water, but she's not saved yet!" Mark yelled. "CPR, now!"

Lexie didn't have time to think. Her instincts took over. Carefully she examined Emily's body. Her impossibly perfect body. Tanned and toned legs, a stomach that looked like you could eat off of it, and her breasts. Those incredible, curvy and perky breasts. Why the fuck am I looking at her breasts?

"You're losing her!" Mark screamed, snapping Lexie out of her trance.

"Right," she took a deep breath and placed her hands on her chest between her breasts. It was hard to focus on the proper steps. She couldn't get over the fact she was practically touching another girl's boobs. Lexie pressed gently making Emily's rib cage rise and fall, noting every slight jiggle in her chest.

She closed her eyes. This was the moment of truth. Lexie leaned down and pressed her lips gently on Emily's. The roar that followed shook Lexie to her core. The guys went wild as they cheered on the sight. Lexie felt the vibrations through her whole body as the roar grew even louder as Emily's lips lightly moved back.

Lexie gasped and shot up, partially dizzy, she looked around and the sounds felt distant. The group was all around her, screaming and cheering with all their might, but it felt like it was coming from a million miles away.