Happy Campers

Chapter 22 – Rule 2 (part2): Cork Popping

As the night went on, so did the date. The moonlight reflected of off the lakes surface, making the small row boat glow.

"So what else do you have planned?" Spencer asked as she popped a honey dipped strawberry into her waiting mouth.

"Now Spencer I never said you were getting all that I have planned today, patience is a virtue." Ashley replied. Spencer grumbled about technicality.

Ashley grinned, leaning forward, her lips touching the blondes. She had the rest of her romantic plans set for another time.

"Spencer, I don't want to use up all of my romantic mojo all in one date" Ashley said leaning forward to kiss Spencer's forehead.

The blonde giggled in amusement.

"You wouldn't happen to have watched Austin Powers before had you?" She giggled, only Ashley had no clue what the blonde girl was talking about now.

"Who?" Spencer frowned.

"What do you mean 'who'? Austin Powers is like the worlds playboy...I mean sod Hugh Heffner, Austin had all the gorgeous girls in his shag pad." The blonde near shouted. Ashley busted out laughing, she continued to laugh till the point that tears were falling down her face.

"Damn Spencer, you crack me up. Shag pad...that is a good one" Ashley said through her laughter.

~*~

Ashley's POV

Aww her pout is adorable. I didn't mean to laugh in her face, but something about the word shag has always made me laugh. For all the words in the world that mean sex, people use the word 'shag'. It's not really a word that would make you cream your pants now is it.

"I'm sorry Spence, how about I make it up to you?" I asked batting my eyelashes hoping for the best.

"And how do you plan to making it up to me?" Spencer replied eyeing me suspiciously. You know for a catholic, she really has no faith.

I grinned, happy that I hadn't ruined the date. I leaned over to the picnic basket behind me and retrieved the rather expensive bottle of champagne and two flute glasses. When I held them up proudly in front of me, Spencer's eyes widened.

"Where did you get that? I hope you didn't leave the camp, you know that's against the rules." Spencer said, she folded her arms, looking at the bottle then back at me. I rolled my eyes, normally people Spencer's age don't worry about how the alcohol came to be, 'normally' people her age just accept that it's there and drink themselves stupid.

"Spencer before we go further with this relationship, I think you should know that I very rarely follow rules except my own. And if it makes you feel any better Barb went and got it for me." She seems reluctant, but I know she's letting the party girl inside her out.

She nodded slowly as she watched me struggle, with that bloody metal wire that hugs the cork. When I got the wire off, which is meant to be the easy part, I went for the hard part...popping the cork. You know those shows where everyone sends there home videos in so people can laugh at their expense, well in those when ever you see someone popping the cork something bad always happens.

Now I've popped lots of corks ha-ha *clears throat* and nothing has gone wrong to this day, but of course my lucky cork popping record was soon to be shot. I twisted the cork a little and the next thing I know it's shooting out of my hand and heading in Spencer's direction.

It was like one of those slow motion parts on an action film, I could see her expression change from humour to horror to shock. The cork caught Spencer completely off guard and hit her between the eyes. The shock of it all made Spencer shift to the left, and yes she did indeed fall out the boat.

I was pretty thankful that I managed to keep the boat upright and manage to keep myself in the boat. Spencer on the other hand was pissed, to the max.

"ASHLEY!" She screamed, her teeth chattering from the cold water. I was having one hell of a time holding back my laughter. I know I shouldn't laugh, but this is definitely going to be one those memories that she will look back on and laugh. "Help me back in you ass!" she shouted.

And just so you all know it's not the easiest thing to do, pulling a soaking wet fully grown woman into a tiny little row boat without tipping the bloody thing. After 3 attempts we finally got Spencer back on board, but she wasn't too keen on finishing the date. And I can't really blame her.

Note to self: Dates on a tiny row boat are a bad idea, no matter how romantic they seem at the time.

I paddled us back to the edge of the lake. I tied the boat back up and reached out for Spencer's hand, and I wasn't surprised that she ignored my hand and started the walk back to the cabin.

~*~

Spencer stormed through the cabin door, waking all those inside. I followed behind dutifully. Even though it had been awhile since Spencer's swim, she had not gotten any dryer. She literally is dripping. I should have known someone would crack a smart one.

"Whoa way to get a girl wet Ash" Madison snorted, the rest of them giggling either behind their hands or into their pillows. I huffed and followed Spencer's trail to our room.

I sat on my bunk after I had stripped down to my undies, while Spencer went and got changed in the washroom. She has every reason to be pissed at me, but I hope her strop won't last to long. I was planning on a kiss goodnight as well. Well I suppose I could always steal a kiss when she's asleep, but I want a 'real' kiss.

Spencer comes back into the room with a blank look; so far I have figured out that when her face is like that it means that I'll be getting the silent treatment.

"Spence?" nothing "Spencer?" again nothing "Spency" I whine...yep I'm so getting the silent treatment. I hate being ignored, and I mean really, really hate being ignored.

I get up and walk over to her bed where she as just flopped down on. It was one of those angry chucks yourself to the floor kind of thing. She is lying on her back; eyes closed facing up toward the roof of the cabin.

Leaning over, my lips hover over hers. My lips firmly attach to hers; her eyes shoot open, before shutting only seconds later. Now we must remember that just because she is kissing me back doesn't mean I completely forgiven.

"I'm really sorry I ruined our date Spencer, I'll understand if you don't want to go on a second one" I whisper as I pulled back from her lips. I didn't get very far before Spencer was pulling me back down. I had to shift myself so I was partially on top of her, I would have pulled something if I had stayed twisted.

For some reason Spencer giggled when I changed position. "You know I never let Aiden get this far." Ugh way to ruin my mood Spencer, but I guess it's a good thing that, that ape never got to have my Spencer like this. "I mean that he never even got to sit on my bed and we dated for quite awhile. I really like you Ash" Spencer continued.

My smile was just getting bigger as we locked eyes. "Well I really, really like you Spence." I replied, and then bought my lips down on hers.

What happened next shocked me completely, Spencer flicked out at my lips...never and I mean never has Spencer initiated a make out session. Not wanting to reject her I parted my lips, letting her tongue have its freedom to roam. My left hand is supporting my weight, while my right is running freely through Spencer's sleek hair.

Spencer's hands are massaging my low back. And as amazing as it feels, we really should calm it down. Especially since I'm only in my bra and panties, which means I have less time to get my mind straight before I'm naked. I'll stop when Spencer stops; she won't go further than she's ready for...I hope.

"So the rules don't count right?" Spencer asks breathlessly. I just nod, claiming her lips again. Cherry chap-stick is tooooo addictive; sometimes I think she wears it just because she knows that I'm a cherry flavour fiend.

My hand leaves Spencer's hair and follows the invisible trail down her neck to her chest. I rest my hand just at the top of her breast, I may be getting hot, but I'm still in control. While my hand inches closer to her breast, Spencer's right hand inches down towards my rear. You know that control I was talking about earlier...yeah well it's about to go pop.

"Spencer...is this ok?" I say, the words coming out in fumbles.

"Just peachy, which base is this?" she pants. What?

"What?" I pick my head to look her in the eyes. And no I haven't and don't intend on moving my hand away from her chest.

"You like first, second, third and so on." She actually looks serious, of all the times to ask a question she picks now, when my brain can only understand boobs.

"Umm second I guess, why?" I ask.

"Curious is all" she says, before yawning. I'm guessing 'fun time' is over. I get up and go to go back to my own bunk, but I'm pulled back down next to Spencer. "I want you to sleep with me...I mean sleep in the bed...with me...just sleep" she's blushing, too cute.

I get under the covers, which Spencer is holding open for me. I know it's a stupid idea to sleep in the same bed as her, especially after the last time, but I never said I was smart. Some temptations are just too great to ignore. And hell I'm only human after all.