Camp Heat (BBW Western Romance)

Chapter 1

As Jessica drove up the stony forest road, she saw Carol
hanging several Christmas lights around the porch of her little hut in the
middle of the woods. But it wasn’t even Christmas. In fact, it was the
beginning of the summer. In a few days Camp Duncan was due to open for the
season and children would soon be running all over the place. Jessica had
worked at the camp for several years in college and was anticipating her second
year working there since graduating from a little community school in her
hometown Montana. Mainly, she wanted to prove herself to Carol as a good
co-director for the camp. Plus, she could do with the money.  

           
 Carol’s sleepy and sunken eyes offset her bright, though wrinkly and old,
smile. She waved a 60-year-old hand at Jessica, who had just parked on the
grass out in front of the mess hall. The trees were so thick of leaves and
seemed to make tweets that came from the annoying birds.

           
“We’re expecting the first kids this afternoon!” Carol hollered. Her drawl was
thicker than Jessica’s.

           
“Want me to take the girls to their tents right away or are we meeting in the
armory first?” Jessica asked.

            A
rusty Chevy pulled up before Jessica could get an answer. She recognized the
car straight away and had been waiting for this moment for months. Kayla, the
chubbiest of the other troubled girls, had a perfect disposition and openness
about her. Jessica knew it was bad to have favorites but she couldn’t help it.
This was why Jessica felt like she had a mini-me around the camp. They were
very similar.

           
Kayla yanked a large purple duffle bag over her shoulders and hugged Jessica.

What a pleasant girl. Why is she even here?

Jessica thought about it. The camp was intended for the
troubled teens from all over Montana. Especially near the Duncan Lake area. And
they were all referred to the camp, so who could’ve referred Kayla and what
could she have done? She only remembered Kayla first arriving last year and
admitting to pushing a smaller girl down, but that was a silly story in
Jessica’s mind.

            A
few other girls arrived and were directed by Carol to follow the dirt path to
the log armory closer to the little lake’s beach. Carol then pulled Jessica
aside.

           
“There may not be as many girls this year.”

           
“Not as many referrals?” Jessica asked.

           
“I hear there’s another place opening up closer to the highway but still down
the road a bit,” Carol answered. She wiped what looked like spaghetti sauce on
her jeans and ratty, plaid button down shirt. “And, by the way, our little
ranch hand Sandy went and got herself engaged, so she ain’t returning. I’m afraid
you’ll have to do that.”

           
Crap.

Now Jessica had to work double duty after taking the
girls to ride horses and
then
work at the beach.

           
“What do we gotta do?” Jessica wondered aloud, partly referring to the camp processions
and partly referring to the competition nearby.

           
Carol sighed, “It’s just a ranch, I hear. Probably nothin’ to worry about.”

           
Later in the afternoon, Carol and Jessica gathered the girls together to take
attendance. They went about the normal proceedings of separating the girls into
‘troupes’ as they called it, pointing in the directions within the woods where
each troupe’s tent would be. Jessica saw on her clipboard of names and
schedules that Kayla was settled in the tent nearest to her own bunking, which
was just a small log cabin adorned with a twin bed and shelves.

           
Carol and Jessica watched some of the girls grunt and haul their bags through
the trees. Once no one was in site, Carol’s small frail frame leaned towards
Jessica’s shoulder.

           
“Now, Jess,” Carol began. “I’m worried about this outcome. Too few girls. I
wonder if that ranch has opened up or not.”

           
“If it’s not too far, I can take a horse down the road to see where it is,”
Jessica offered.

           
“That’s my girl. I was hoping you’d say that. I’m too old for that,” Carol
joked. “Best take Reba before it gets too dark, though. And make sure that
owner doesn’t come near here. You know how I feel about cowboys coming around,
especially with us ladies.”

           
So Jessica did as she was told and saddled up Reba, the calmest platinum white
horse she had ever rode. Luckily, the camp’s stable was close to the gate
leading up to the camp and cabins, so Jessica didn’t have to walk too far. The
entire time she rode Reba down the pebbled stone road alongside the woods, she
watched the sun slowly grow orange and pondered about what kind of mindless
person would open up a ranch so close to a camp. She didn’t know if it was a
competition move in order to draw in money from the poor girls’ parents or
what. In the back of her mind, Jessica hoped that the girls she had counseled
over the previous summers weren’t at the ranch.

           
When she finally dismounted Reba and tied her up to a post near the ranch’s
entrance, Jessica hoped she was approaching the right place. It had a beat-up
sign out front that said: ‘Bob’s Ranch,’ which looked incomplete with only half
of it painted blue.

           
“Hey there!” a male voice yelled.

           
Jessica couldn’t see from the dull orange-y light of the sky where the voice
came from, but she could tell it traveled far.

           
“You can’t tie your horse up here,” the voice was closer.

           
In the distance near the little farmhouse up the grassy hill was where Jessica
thought she saw a bulky male figure approaching.

           
“I’m just visiting,” Jessica bellowed back. “I’m from up the road. At the
camp.”

           
The man was in full view now, and Jessica could see that he looked like more of
a city man. The only thing that threw her off was his thick drawl that still
wasn’t as intense as Carol’s but rough enough. He had a white tank on, showing
off arm muscles, but what drew Jessica’s eyes down was the bulge in his pants.
She tried to look away once he stopped in front of her. She thought it was
funny that he wasn’t the typical tan cowboy she was used to seeing around those
parts. He didn’t necessarily have pale skin, though, either. Perhaps it was his
jet-black hair that set off his olive skin and white teeth. His eyes were a mix
of light brown and light green, which was strikingly attractive as they set in
his square-shaped head. This emphasized his strong-looking jaw with the tiniest
bit of stubble. Oh, what she would do to touch his jaw. It had been a while
since she had last done anything with a gentleman…

In that moment, she snapped herself back to reality
because the rancher could possibly not be a gentleman. He didn’t seem like it
off the bat, anyway.

           
“I’m the ranch hand here,” he said. “Who are you?”

           
Jessica was used to not being treated like a lady. “Jessica Milburn.
Co-director of the camp near the lake.” She lied. She wasn’t the co-director
yet but she didn’t care, she felt the need to impress this guy.

           
“Trenton,” he responded with an outstretched hand.

           
Jessica grabbed his warm palm without expecting such a stiff grip and rough
finger ends. His skin wasn’t smooth. His eyes, she thought, pierced through her
as if he saw her as meat and didn’t care about her feelings, the camp, or
anything.

           
“Why you opening this ranch?” Jessica wanted to get down to the issue.

           
“I see,” Trenton started, dropping his hand from hers. “You runnin’ that silly
troubled girls camp and now you’re worrying about me stealing ‘em.”

           
“And you’re not?”

           
“Well, it’ll be a ranch for kids soon enough. But not for girls who rather act
like cowboys than ladies.”

           
“That’s not-“ Jessica started, infuriated that he’d refer to the girls like
that.

           
He put up a hand in apology. “Sorry, sorry,” he said. “Just mean my uncle left
it to me after he passed and I gotta get back on the horse, if you know what I
mean.” Trenton nodded towards the stables behind him but Jessica was thinking
of another metaphor for getting back on the horse.

           
“Carol just doesn’t want anyone to come by the camp who isn’t… allowed.”

           
“Why would I come by the camp?” Trenton asked, but not in a rude way. “I’ll be
busy painting, putting screws in-“

           
“I know, I-“ Jessica stopped and had the thought cross by her that she had to
find another reason to keep him around. He was the only eye candy for miles
around. “If it’s only you who’s working on the ranch-“

           
“It is-“ Trenton continued for her.

           
Jessica quickly finished her thought with, “I could help paint or whatever you
need.”

           
She was surprised to see him curl up the corners of his mouth. His jovial
manner continued when he crossed his arms as if he was impressed at her.

           
“And what am I supposed to do?”

           
“Keep the ranch closed until then,” Jessica said, almost pleading in her voice.

           
“I’ll have no job,” Trenton laughed.

           
Jessica was hoping Trenton would say that. “We need a ranch hand for our
horses.”

           
Trenton leaned in closer, and she noticed that he was actually much taller than
her. Buff, too. She liked the idea that he wasn’t taken aback by her weight.
“Deal. Where should I meet you?”

           
Jessica was so excited that she regretted being so rash. “I just have to talk
to the camp director.” She almost forgot that Carol would not like the idea.

 

**

 

Back at the camp, Carol almost made a huge scene when
Jessica asked if Trenton could help the camp out. Carol shook her head and
stood up.

           
“He’ll be trouble,” Carol repeated loudly. Some girls stared at their table.
“But,” Carol said quieter, “if you show him what to do and keep him out of my
way, we could use someone. For a little while.”

           
Jessica beamed. “You won’t have to deal with him. I promise.”

           
In the infirmary, Jessica and Carol gave out a few ibuprofens, Benadryl and
birth control pills to a few girls. It reminded Jessica that she sadly didn’t
need those pills anymore after the boring life as a pharmacy tech surrounded by
catty girls and old men. No prospects of a relationship there. But at camp, she
felt young again.

When breakfast was over the next morning, Jessica was so
excited to see Trenton again that she sent all of the girls on a hike with
Carol while she set off to the ranch.

Chapter 2

           

           
“Bob’s your uncle, isn’t he? You named the ranch after him?” Jessica asked
Trenton in his stable. He only had two horses. And they reacted every once in a
while to the conversation with snorts.

           
”You’re nosy,” Trenton said, opening a can of beer he had been holding.

           
Jessica, for a moment, thought he liked her. “Fine. When will you come see the
horses we have, then?”

           
She didn’t expect Trenton to want to visit the camp later that night, but she
wasn’t going to say ‘no.’

           
Jessica had to wait for the girls to go to sleep in their tents. Once it was
dark enough, she lied to Carol and said she forgot to feed one of the horses.
This was a stupid lie that surprisingly worked.

           
Trenton appeared to have walked the entire few miles to the camp without a
horse.

           
“I wanted to be inconspicuous,” Trenton said of his lonely walk.

           
Jessica didn’t say anything more; she was too happy that he was going along her
plan. He even seemed to go out of his way to make their night meeting feel
forbidden, which it was in some manner.

           
She proceeded to lead him into the stable where they had five horses. Reba was
the only one who shuffled her hooves in place. Trenton placed a firm hand on
Jessica’s lower back –which took her by surprise- and pointed to Reba.

           
“Is she feisty?” he asked.

           
Jessica felt her face get hot. “Not usually.” She opened Reba’s gate in order
to introduce her to Trenton.

           
But Reba was in a strange mood, apparently, and bucked. Her front legs almost
kicked Jessica back. Instead, Jessica put her hands up and hushed to get the
horse to calm down. It was bad –or good- luck that Jessica fell back into the
arms of Trenton.

           
“Be careful,” Trenton said. He pulled her away from the stable and shut Reba’s
door. Jessica sat on a bar stool and noticed that Trenton’s hand was still
holding hers. “You had me scared for a minute.”

           
Jessica couldn’t speak before Trenton moved his hand out from hers and tucked a
scraggly piece of dark blonde hair behind her ear. She looked to the side and
when she looked back up, he was leaning over her. He didn’t move away right
away. He wrapped his entire palm around her upper arm, which was bravely bare
from Jessica’s decision to wear a tank like him. And he bent closer to her
lips. He kissed her after giving her a final glance into her eyes. His eyes had
such a light color that Jessica didn’t want him to close them, but she enjoyed
the feel of the pressure of his lips.

           
Jessica fought the instinct to back away and ask ‘why’ because she hadn’t had a
guy who wanted to kiss her come around in years. But
why now?
After his
tongue finished searching her mouth, he took a few steps away from her. Jessica
realized she was uncomfortably leaning against wood posts as she sat on the
stool. She rubbed her curvy thighs that had jeans sticking to them, and she
also noticed that she was wet.

           
She didn’t have time to look down at her jeans or Trenton’s to see who got whom
wet. Trenton ran fingers through his short, black fluffy hair and charged
towards Jessica. He reached behind her and lifted her up by her backside. She
was surprised he had the strength to lift her off her feet. But he did more
turning of her body than lifting. Jessica found herself softly moaning as she
faced the wooden post. It was one of those rare moments where she was glad she
cleaned the stable to impress the guy. It worked, too.

           
The trembling between her legs was something she hadn’t been used to in a
while, but it felt like great relief. She arched her back, pressing her cheeks
against his bulging stick. Once again he squeezed her curves and stroked her
backside before moving his hand close to her underarm. Jessica felt a bit
self-conscious about the curves sticking out from her bar strap. Soon that
didn’t matter. Trenton unhinged her bra and she felt her breast fall free. His
grunt reassured her that the air was as hot as she thought and it wasn’t all in
her head.

           
The breaths between them quickened. It only made Jessica anxious to know that
she couldn’t turn around to see him out of fear that she would break the
moment. She only dreamed about what it would be to have him touch her. But now
it was real and his hands and legs were so warm. It wasn’t the warmest summer
night yet either.

           
Trenton’s head rested alongside Jessica’s and his deep sigh that was like a
growl sent shivers from her ears down to her neck. He pushed her hair away from
her neck and kissed it. His other hand ventured around her belly and jumped to
her crotch.

           
Those rash decisions that Jessica was recently proud of came relevant when she
whipped the belt of her jeans open. Trenton finished unzipping and unbuttoning
her jeans, then he slipped a few fingers inside.

           
Jessica was overcome with passion. She couldn’t decide what to focus on. His
browsing finger, flicking one nipple or his cupped palm manipulating her
clitoris. She could hear the wet smack of his penis against the bottom of her
sex. Instinctively, she spread her legs to give him better access. He took
advantage.

           
The words she thought she heard form Trenton were “I love this,” but she
secretly hoped it was something else. It was easy for her to revel in the
animalistic strength he had. She only wanted him to go inside her and to get
off. In hopes to encourage him more, Jessica reached under her and grabbed his
penis with the strongest grip she cold muster. He mumbled a ‘yes.’ She became
wetter once she felt the length of his shaft. It pulsed and felt hotter than
any body part between them. She loved the feeling of getting him off by
stroking and teasing him down there. Its smoothness got wet very quickly.

           
Then, Trenton pulled her jeans down, frustrating Jessica because she couldn’t
spread her legs further. A cool breeze against her clitoris set her brain and
nerves on fire. When he entered her, she groaned louder than he did. He rubbed
her lips downstairs roughly. She demanded he go faster. And his rocking in and
out moved in sync with his teasing fingers. She figured he was getting off
since he stopped flicking her clitoris and just pounded her backside. But the
fullness in her took over the rhythm of her body. She continually pressed her
curvy cheeks against his front. And she could tell he loved it. Oh, how she
wanted to see his face. She tried to imagine his jaw dropped and eyes looking
up.

           
Startlingly, he finished before Jessica had the chance to realize it. She still
wanted to feel him inside her. Trenton zipped up his jeans as Jessica turned
around. She suddenly became very aware that her pants were down. In the barn.

           
Trenton placed a few soft kisses on her lips and forehead. “I know what you’re
thinking,” was all he said.

           
Jessica tried to pull herself together. This camp thing wouldn’t work out if he
was going to be the being he was. She knew she was in trouble with the guy. And
it wasn’t easy letting him walk back to his ranch.

 

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