"You coming on this camping trip at the weekend, Robbie?" Steve asked while they were catching their breath between sets of freestyle.
"Yeah," Robbie replied. "Any excuse to get out of the house!"
"Yeah," agreed Steve. "And there are girls coming!"
Steve kicked off the wall and glided under the water, swiftly followed by Robbie as they launched themselves into the next grueling set.
Robbie and Steve were both in their final year of school. Robbie was one of the school's sports stars and played on the basketball team, the football team, the swim team and even got forced, against his will, to play for the school's rugby team. The problem for Robbie was that this didn't leave much time for anything else, and certainly not for girls.
Truth be told, despite his finely tuned athlete's body and chiseled features, Robbie was hopeless with girls. He was so shy around the girls at school that he would just walk around with his head down staring at the floor whenever the girls were around. His taste for baggy clothes that covered up his muscular physique didn't help matters either.
***
The parents dropped the group of sixteen-year-olds off at the car park to start their hike. The teachers gave the students the waypoints and set off ahead.
"I bet they're shagging," said Tom, pointing at Mr Smith and Miss Gibbs as they walked off into the distance.
"Tom, you think everyone's shagging!" replied Dave, rolling his eyes. "And anyway, he's married to Mrs Smith and Miss Gibbs is about twenty years younger than him!"
"I still reckon they're shagging," Tom reiterated.
Tom had been in Robbie and Steve's friendship group for years, but they didn't really know why. He seemed to spend most of his time perving on the girls in their year and the teachers. Yet, despite his best efforts, he still hadn't rounded first base and didn't show any signs of getting there any time soon.
Dave was another member of their friendship group. As a music nerd, he had asked if he could bring his guitar on the trip. When the teachers said 'no', he settled on bringing his ukulele instead and set off with it strapped to the outside of his backpack.
Becky was another member of Robbie and Steve's swimming team. She was a pretty Irish girl with a lithe body, but she was painfully shy and most of her interactions with Robbie involved them both staring at the floor and shrugging.
Becky had brought two of her friends along with her. Robbie had known Sarah since pre-school. She was a bit of an awkward girl, but always seemed nice enough. She was completely loved up with her boyfriend, James, and took every available opportunity to drop his name into conversations.
"James went camping up here last weekend," Sarah reminded them for the fifth time as they rounded the first bend on the trail they were following.
That just left Nicky, Becky's other friend. Robbie didn't know Nicky, but he'd certainly heard the stories. She was shorter than the others, but painfully pretty and with a body to die for. Robbie looked in her direction and felt a swelling in his underwear as his eyes travelled over her tight, yoga pant clad bum and up to her pert breasts that were pushing her loose t-shirt away from her slim body. His eyes followed her dirty blonde hair up to her pretty face. Nicky smiled and Robbie quickly turned away when he realised he'd been caught staring.
Tom had told him that Nicky had been caught at least twice in compromising situations around the school. The first time, according to Tom, she had been discovered by a teacher giving a blowjob to a sixth former in the staff toilets. And, the second time, according to Tom's story, she had been caught in the back of her twenty-five-year-old boyfriend's Vauxhall Corsa, 'riding him like a bucking bronco'.
Robbie had no idea if the stories were true, but he did know that she had a much older boyfriend and that he was known for threatening anyone who even looked at Nicky!
"It's hot today," Steve announced to everyone. "Better make sure we drink enough!"
"Alright, dad!" Nicky hissed as she stomped on ahead.
Robbie's eyes dropped to her bum again, watching it flex as she walked.
***
Once the group had finished pitching their tents, they settled down in a circle while the teachers explained how to make a campfire.
"Oh no," Robbie exclaimed as he crawled out of his tent.
"What is it?" Mr Smith asked.
"My drink has leaked all over my clothes," a shirtless Robbie explained as he stood up, his broad shoulders and six-pack coming into view of the group.
Becky had seen it all before at swimming, but Sarah and Nicky's eyes were practically popping out of their heads as they took in the body that Robbie had been hiding. Even Miss Gibbs was having a good look up and down his torso, with a smirk on her face.
Of course, Robbie was completely oblivious to all of this.
"Here," shouted Dave as he threw him a t-shirt with a drum kit on the front. "I've got a couple spare."
Much to the girls' disappointment, Robbie pulled on Dave's t-shirt and took up his place around the fire.
As the evening wore on, and the sun started to go down, the teachers made their excuses and retired to their tents.
"See," Robbie said, nudging Tom. "Separate tents!"
Tom just shrugged. "Fair enough."
With the teachers out of the way, the group discussed the day's events and how they'd got lost and ended up having to walk through a long, dark tunnel to get back on the right path.
"If James was here, we wouldn't have got lost," Sarah droned on. "He's great with maps."
"That tunnel went on forever," Robbie observed. "It was so dark in there!"
At that moment, Nicky stood up and walked to her tent. "You know," she said, staring straight at Robbie. "I have another long dark tunnel you can come and get lost in. If you want?" And with that she disappeared into her tent and zipped it shut.
Robbie just sat there open-mouthed.
"I knew she fancied me!" Tom said.
"Don't be a dick, Tom," Steve scoffed. "That was directed at Robbie! What are you going to do?"
"I, er. I- think," Robbie stammered. "I think I need to go to bed."
***
Robbie tossed and turned in his sleeping bag for a few hours, but he couldn't sleep. He kept replaying Nicky's words over and over in his mind.
He looked at his watch, the phosphorescent hands telling him it was 1am. Robbie, wearing just a baggy pair of shorts and nothing else, quietly unzipped his tent, silently tiptoed to the nearest hedge and emptied his bladder into the undergrowth.
As he turned to return to his tent, he looked around the campsite. In the moonlight, he noticed the entrance to Miss Gibbs' tent was wide open and there was a dim light on inside Mr Smith's tent. Silently, Robbie headed over for a closer look.
As he got closer, he heard rhythmic rustling noises and the sound of a woman moaning, followed by a loud, "shhh!" and giggles.
He got closer still and then he heard Miss Gibbs' unmistakable voice. "Yes! Right there," she moaned. "I bet your wife isn't this tight!"
Robbie's cock instantly sprang to life, tenting his baggy shorts out in front of him. He listened a little longer, hearing the slapping, squelching and moaning sounds of two people lost in each other.
He turned to walk back to his tent, then he stopped and looked over at Nicky's tent. What if? He thought to himself.
Robbie gently tapped on Nicky's tent. "Nicky? Are you awake?"
There was no response. Then, just as he was about to walk away, he heard the zip slowly, quietly opening.
"Robbie!" Nicky whispered, looking up at him with her big, 'come to bed' eyes. "Shhh, quiet, come in."
Robbie silently slid in to her tent as Nicky quickly zipped it up behind him.
"Here," she whispered as she spread the open sleeping bag across the tent floor. "Come and lie next to me."
Robbie lay down in the pitch black, suddenly panicking about the situation he'd got himself into.
"I didn't think you'd come," Nicky whispered.
"I, I, erm." Robbie stuttered. "Your boyfriend!" he spat out.
“Pete? Pete isn’t here," she reasoned. "And what he doesn’t know won’t kill him. But if he does find out, he might kill you!”
“Oh!”
Nicky ran her cold, soft hands down Robbie’s chest and torso, making him tense up.
“Where have you been hiding this body anyway? If I’d known you were this ripped, I’d have dragged you up to my room at my birthday party!”