“I am sorry Vanessa’s experience wasn’t positive during her time at WOGA. When asked to help during a difficult time for her, my intention as a coach was to help Vanessa achieve her dreams, not make her training situation more difficult,” says Liukin.
“My recollection of working with Vanessa is different and includes many positive experiences. Coaching techniques and perspectives have evolved since then, and I have grown as a coach through experience and expanding my knowledge. Today, I firmly believe an athlete’s focus should be on training smart, with increased education in the areas of balanced nutrition, fitness, healthy lifestyle and communication. This is the basis for our approach in women’s gymnastics.”
hey everybody!! here’s a rather scatterbrained guide on how to set a roleplay at an arts’ high school without it ending up looking like a crossover between fame and every high school tv show ever made. all of this is based on my experience actually attending an arts’ school!! by examining stereotypes and misconceptions, clarifying uncharted terms and qualities, and shedding light on some unique things that make art schools what they are, i hope that this guide makes it easier and more enjoyable to use them as a setting.
Most women are affected by unattainable beauty standards in one way or another, and that counts for female athletes too. As tennis legend Billie Jean King pointed out this week on HuffPost Live, this practice must come to an end.
As a dancer, we spend a lot of time in the studio honing our skills and training ourselves to perform. However, I felt like I could do more. I wanted to take my training to the next level as an athlete — because we are athletes.
Ever since I have started training seriously in the gym, I have noticed a vast improvement in my execution, performance, stamina and confidence. I was training my entire body to perform, rather than just the muscles that were being engaged in practice. I learned to combine them to get the “best of both worlds.”
I have received a request from claddaghstrong and several others to discuss some of the exercises I do in the gym. I decided to list a few that focus on our legs — the most crucial part of the body in Irish dance.
I’d like to mention that this is a mix between numerous fitness videos created by experts in the industry, dance exercises and, of course, adapting Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson’s own workout (with lighter weights for obvious reasons). So please feel free to do your own research to find exercises and workouts that work best for you.
1) Calf Raises - Smith Machine
While some people choose to do these on the stairs to use their own body weight, I choose to do them on the smith machine so I can use much heavier weights in a controlled environment. I do these to help get extra power and height in my jumps.
Quads and Hamstring
2) Leg Press
This is a great way to target your hamstrings, quads and glutes. I was also able to recover from my quad injury after nationals last year by doing these exercises. I would recommend starting at a light and gradually adding more as you continue doing these. Personally, I press about 290 pounds (this includes the weighted bar) and do 3 sets of 10 reps.
You should never underestimate the power of a good lunge. You can easily add weight to make them more difficult.
4) Platypus Walks
These are a great way to work your inner thighs while perfect your turnout. My mom found these on YouTube from the Victoria’s Secret Angels trainer. It also makes more a great laugh if you are working out with a partner — we have many hilarious videos of us doing these forwards and backwards.
I will warn you now — these are tough. Luckily, you can start these are a lower height and gradually work your way up to increase the difficulty. It’s also an incredible “mind over matter” exercise where you have to focus. If you psych yourself out, you won’t be able to do the jump. That being said, I would recommend having someone stand in front of the boxjump to spot you. Using a spotter can ease your doubts and ensure they grab you if you start to lean backwards.
6) Weighted Box Walk-Ups
Using the same boxjump mentioned above, doing walk ups using weights. This is a lower impact cardio move that still gives you a killer leg workout.
7) Frog Jumps
As awkward as these can be, they are an awesome way to mix a jump lunge with a squat. It also engages your core and forces you to use you center of gravity to balance.
If you have a spotter, you can use the squat racks. If you don’t have a spotter, use the assisted squat machine. Start with a lighter weight and ease into the heavier weights as you get stronger.
Tricks to the Gym
I would recommend having a gym partner to go with you. As partners, you can push one another to succeed and prevent each other from giving up.
Despite training with two gym partners, I always have music playing in one of my ears via my bluetooth headset. Adding music to your workout can make all the difference in the world… especially when it’s an upbeat and powerful song that makes you want to push through your sets.
For those of you that are attending or about to attend university, I would recommend checking out your school’s fitness facility. It’s a nice way to kill a few hours between classes without losing a chunk of your evening.
As I mentioned before, these are just a snippet of what I do. I hope this helps!
[TWICE News] JYP to create new subunit based off of same concept of TTS called STD
TTS is a subgroup of Girls’ Generation from SM Entertainment. Subgroup members include Taeyeon,Tiffany, and Seohyun, and their name comes from the first letter of each girls’ name. JYP, founder and CEO of JYP Entertainment, liked the idea of the subgroup name and hence formed a new subgroup from TWICE members: STD. Members of the subgroup include Sana (leader and main vocalist), Tyuzu (maknae, vocalist, visual, and dancer), and Dahyun (rapper and dancer). When deciding on the order of the letters, JYP chose it to be STD because he “wanted to give the infamous name a new and better connotation”. Promotions of the new subgroup are expected to begin after wrapping up the group’s latest comeback, Cheer Up. Their debut concept will go along the lines of the athletic theme but will focus more on intense sports. Based off of their concept, they plan to debut with the song “Protection”.
Since it’s been released I’ve been seeing a lot of posts about Wonder Woman striking home with a lot of people. I’ve seen a lot of posts about how overwhelmed people are because they have never seen a movie where a person of the gender they identify with is the hero. And that hero is displayed with such humanity.
I thought I was prepared for this impact when I walked into the theater last night.
And oh my I was wrong.
I had tears quietly streaming down my face durning the first scenes. During the training montage. Because those were athletes of so many different varieties doing really impressive athletic things. And the focus was how impressively athletic they were.
Tears slipped out a few more times during the movie.
And then we got back to the car and I sobbed. I was overwhelmed by it all. I had never gotten to see myself as the hero of the movie.
It wasn’t perfect. But it was enough. Enough to move me very deeply.
Baseball Smut and Hockey Butts: Sports Stories that cater to women
It’s tough being a lady sports fan.
This is not a secret. Better writers than I have talked about the frustration
of seeing women athletes get a fraction of the attention their male
counterparts do, of being ridiculed and constantly interrogated by guy fans for
our interest in the sport (because obviously we’re not real fans, we’re just in
it to impress our boyfriends and to ogle sexy athlete men, which you know, is
obviously why I, a huge lesbian am writing this blog), and of gritting our
teeth whenever a highly paid athlete’s involvement in a sexual assault or
domestic violence case is brushed over.
But one of the things that often
gets over looked is that, as a women sports fan, I do not have a lot of options
when it comes to sports media to consume. Or at least, not a lot of options
that take into account what is appealing to women. Now sure you have your Bend it like Beckham’s and League of their Own’s, and just because
their focus isn’t women doesn’t mean that I can’t still get worked up watching Miracle, or laugh at Major League (although while this movie
is fucking hilarious it is also super disgusting in how it treats women.)But a lot of times sports media falls into the trap of a) trivializing the
women who do show up and/or b) focusing purely on the development of its male
characters as athletes rather than as characters.
So then what does sports media that caters to
women look like? Well I don’t think it’s as simple as “it has women in it.” I
mean, obviously sports media that has women in it is catered to women, because
that’s the only reason sports media about women gets made. But what about
sports media that focuses on men, but still takes into account its female
audience? Well friends, for that let us turn to Emma’s two favorite sports: hockey
There are a lot of good baseball
movies. As America’s past time baseball enjoys perhaps the greatest collection
of movies to its name of any sport. Bull
Durham is the best. Maybe not like, objectively. But it’s the best. It is
pure unadulterated 80’s nacho cheese complete with Kevin Costner back when he
was kind of dreamy, and Susan Sarandon being sexy as fuck. There’s a scene
where Susan Sarandon sexually ties a guy to a bed and makes him read homoerotic
Walt Whitman poetry. There’s a scene where a bunch of ball players walk out to
the pitchers’ mound in the middle of a game and start talking about what to get
their teammate for a wedding present. There is a scene where one of the
pitchers is shown pitching in lace garters, covered in sweat. IT’S THE BEST.
No but actually, Bull Durham, is the perfect example of
how a sports movie that focuses on men can still appeal to women. First let’s
start out with how women are portrayed in the movie. There are really only two
women, Annie and Millie, both of whom GET FUCKING LAID. Like, a lot. Annie,
Susan Sarandon’s character, is actually arguably the main character of the
movie. Deeply passionate about baseball, Annie is something of a groupie for
the minor league Durham Bulls, and every season chooses one of the players to
be her lover which the team regards as something of a good luck charm. The
movie hinges on her choice between seasoned veteran Crash Davis (Kevin Costner)
and new pitching prospect “Nuke” (Tim Robbins.) Millie, a sort of younger
Annie, doesn’t necessarily sleep with just one man over the course of the
season, but with whomever she likes, whenever she likes. The best part of this
is, at no point in the movie are the women framed negatively for having sex.
Not by the narrative, not by the other characters. Well, ok there’s one time
when one of the players implies Millie’s a whore, but Crash immediately shuts
him down. Also, despite sleeping with the same population group, Millie and
Annie are kind of BFF’s. One of my favorite parts of the movie is when, in the
first scene, Nuke and Millie are shown fucking in the shower before a game, and
then two scenes later Annie asks Millie whether or not Nuke is worth sleeping
with (Millie’s response is also great. “He fucks like he pitches: all over the
place.”) While Annie is the love
interest of the two main characters, her development and, perhaps in some ways
more ground breaking, her baseball smarts, are also really played up over the
course of the movie. Annie’s desires evolve. Her insecurities and passions are
brought to the center. She’s a well-rounded character, and her knowledge and
passion for baseball are put on the same level as the men’s. She gives Crash
batting tips, helps Nuke get his pitching under control, and also seems to be the
only person in the country who notices Crash is about to break a minor league
Then of course there’s how the men
themselves are portrayed. Bull Durham has
a lot of that ensemble comedy charm to it. But unlike a lot of sports movies it
doesn’t have…a goal. Because the focus is on a low level minor league team there’s
not a championship to win or a hardship to overcome. The Durham Bulls are a
shitty team, and there’s not really any getting around that. What that means is
that the actual relationships between Crash, Nuke, and Annie, are put front and
center and how they develop takes up the bigger chunk of the movie. It’s not
just about men doing the thing and being men and winning the day. It’s about
three people and their relationship to the sport and how that changes them.
Also, this is a really female gazey-movie. Like seriously, topless sweaty
pitchers in lace garters female-gazey. It’s not afraid to let the women be the
ones to get their cheesecake.
Speaking of which let’s talk aboutCheck Please!, the webcomic that
launched a thousand hockey fans. CP! has
a lot more liberty than most sports media in the story it tells, in part
because it’s an independently published webcomic. Off the bat, it differs from
most sports media by having a protagonist, Eric Bittle or “Bitty”, who is not
only openly gay and a really great pie baker, but is also probably not dreaming
of being a professional hockey player one day. Bitty instead is a small, former
figure skater, who plays hockey on a team at a small liberal arts school, and
whose relationships with his much more conventionally masculine teammates make
up the primary setting for his personal growth. The second main character of
the comic, Jack Zimmerman, is a former top NHL prospect who came to Samwell
(Bitty’s school) in an attempt to restart his career after an overdose on
anxiety medication and period of rehab.
On the surface CP! seems to be a typical sports
ensemble comedy, from the hockey haus parties to the eccentric personalities of
its core group. But, similar to Bull
Durham, there’s no goal (heh) in CP! The
boys make playoff runs, Jack strives to reclaim his place as hockey prince, but
these seem to take place in the background of the relationships between the
players. There’s almost none of the hyper-masculinity characteristic of most
sports stories. There’s a tender bromance between the defensemen. Bitty’s
sexuality is talked about and supported. There’s an entire comic devoted to
players on the team appreciating each other’s glorious hockey asses. Jack’s
struggles with anxiety and self-esteem are given extensive treatment. One of
the main character’s splits his time between exchanging profanities with his
teammates on ice and discussing gender theory. Also similar to Bull Durham is
the treatment given to its female characters. Though CP! only has two recurring female characters (Lardo and Georgia)
and neither feature as prominently in the story as Annie does in Bull Durham, both are shown to have hockey
knowledge on par with the men (Lardo is the team’s manager and Georgia is an
assistant GM for an NHL organization.) Lardo especially is interesting as she
is characterized as having equally close relationships with the team as they do
with each other, and even fits into their bro culture while maintaining an
identity outside of it.
So what about the aforementioned
characteristics make these stories more appealing to women specifically?
Obviously having your characters not treat women solely as jokes or romantic
props helps (not to mention giving your female characters the same level of
sports knowledge as your male characters.) The titular baseball smut and hockey
butts don’t hurt either (even from a lesbian perspective, it’s refreshing to
not be the objectified gender every now and then.) But the thing about most
sports stories is that the main character usually operates as a male
self-insert fantasy, much in the same way that superhero narratives can work.
There is a (usually white straight) dude who people don’t believe can do the
thing, and then he does the thing, and then maybe there are feelings about
doing the thing, but the focus is still that the guy who you can identify with
did the thing. Now obviously sports stories can cater to women by putting a
woman in this role instead. But Bull
Durham and CP! do it by simply
not putting their male characters on some sort of pedestal. In Bull Durham Crash kind of…settles on his
dreams. He’s smart, but he’s not talented enough to make it to the big leagues
and he knows it. That means that the story has to focus a lot more on his
relationship with Annie and his relationship with baseball. Similarly, since we
know the team isn’t winning a championship any time soon, they’re situated in
the narrative such that we are able to see them in a much less glorified way.
This makes the story a lot more compelling for someone who might not have been
able to identify with the macho glorified narrative to begin with. The same
principle goes with CP! We’re not
invested in Bitty and Jack as athletes were invested in them as characters. Even though Jack’s goal
is athletic in nature, the focus is still primarily on his recovery and his
relationship with Bitty and his other teammates. We see the Samwell hockey team
not as a unit trying to win a trophy against impossible odds, but as a group of
loveable characters who form a support network for each other. Yeah obviously
they all love hockey and they want to win. But those are more the circumstances
that throw them together rather than the force that drives them.
I think what it comes down to is both
of these stories don’t assume that a macho heterosexual guy is the only one
looking to get something out of their stories. Instead they consider more fully
what it means to be a sports story outside of a goal, how to convey a
compelling narrative with a love of a game as the vehicle rather than
objective. In turn, those of us that are frequently told that we have no
business being fans are invited in rather than excluded. There are no
prerequisites on our part for liking the characters, and their likability is
established rather than being taken for granted. Now, all that being said, who
has some recommendations?
Warning: Most of these ones are smutty. I didn’t mean for them to go there, I was kind of just writing after a wave of inspiration. Hopefully, everyone is cool with it. The last thing I want to do is offend anyone ever. So, read ahead if you would like.
The girls in Cabin 9 had been talking about it all week so when Friday came around, you knew exactly what to expect. Following your friends silently, trying not to trip over any branches or rocks, you rushed towards the pier where it had been arranged you guys would be meeting up with the boys from Cabin 2, easily the hottest in all of Camp Wekeela that summer. In a highly bushy area, you and the other five girls set up with blankets and could hear the boys, their voices far less quiet than you all had kept yours, coming under the dim light left in the night sky.
“Could you guys be any louder?” Tanya, the self-appointed leader of your cabin since she was the oldest and had the biggest breasts, whisper-shouted as the boys rounded the corner to join you girls. As soon as they were sitting down, their eyes as nervous as your palms felt since all their talk about ‘getting laid’ was really only talk. When it came down to it, they were as terrified of girls as they were crocodiles. “The tree house is clear, so we can use that instead of a closet.” She informed everybody, one of the guys lighting up a blunt that seemed to come out of nowhere as Tanya pulled an empty Mike’s hard lemonade bottle from her backpack and placed it in the middle.
“Get in the circle, you guys.” Nadia whined, her finger yanking through the knots the lake made in her blood hair, egging for two of the boys you knew to be Niall and Zayn to stop whatever it was they were doing and sit with you all.
As suspected, Tanya went first. She landed on Zack first and kicked up a fuss about the wind, which was not out at the time, moving the bottle so she could spin again, and this time the bottle’s neck pointing to Liam. She happily accepted and led him up to the tree house via the ladder, wiggling her butt in her two sizes too small pink shorts that barely fit over her butt.
Instantly, the girls began to hiss amongst themselves and three of the guys took turns with the blunt while the other two recalled their adventures in the mess hall earlier that day. After what felt like only a minute, you could hear something that resembled a low moan coming from Tanya. The guys all started to cackle, trying to compress their noise, but you just rolled your eyes – almost out of reflex.
“You not into this?” The boy with the mop for hair asked you, sitting with his legs extended right across from you.
“It’s been a minute, that’s all.” You shrugged, hoping you didn’t give anyone the wrong impression. You didn’t know the guys from Cabin 2 very well. You had just come because the rest of your cabin did. “It’s been, like, a minute and she sounds like she’s calling wolves.” The guys liked that, Zayn particularly nodding in agreement while your best friend at the whole camp grinned at you, glad she wasn’t the only one thinking the whole thing was a bit extreme.
Three other people had a turn, the game growing boring particularly quickly. Niall and Zack had gone off to the pier to skip rocks, Nadia following behind them like a shadow.
“It’s your turn, Harry.” Tanya instructed the mop haired boy while re-applying her sticky lip gloss that smelled just like caramel sauce. It was obvious to everyone there that she wanted his spin to land on her, her eyes practically strung with twinkle lights into his.
Harry sort of fumbled clumsily with the bottle, taking his time with setting it up and losing your focus completely. You were looking over your shoulders in case any counsellors were coming. You weren’t going to be stuck with anyone you were currently with, you intended to bolt like an Olympian if someone caught you all.
“[Y/N], it’s you.” Harshly, Tanya jabbed you in the ribs to capture your attention. It took you a second, but you noticed the cooler bottle pointing to you like an index finger, Harry already up on his feet and waiting by the tree trunk.
“After you…” He offered you his hand to step up onto the wooden ladder and kept his eyes politely shifted to the right as you climbed up above him and crawled into the surprisingly sturdy tree house. It was barely big enough for you two and you wondered how any of the others had felt comfortable in there. Harry was situating himself, but you were too busy making sure the cobweb behind his head had been vacated and wasn’t currently home to a furry spider family.
“So, we’ve got seven minutes…” He glanced down at the watch on his wrist and then folded his hands between his knees, sitting tee pee style in front of you.
“Oh, you actually to make out?” Plainly, you asked, assuming that you two could probably just sit up there during the whole duration of your ‘heaven’ time and have no one below be any wiser.
“Only if you want to.” He offered. Of course, he wanted to, but he wasn’t going to just start poking his tongue into your mouth and try grabbing at your body. It seemed to him that you weren’t the kind of girl he could just simply toy with. He didn’t want to be that guy any way.
Your mind debated the possibilities for a while before you heaved a sigh and just came out with the truth, “I don’t really want to. You’re good looking and nice, but … we just met.”
“I’ve seen you in the canoes before.” He offered, lifting a hand like that would help matters.
“Well, this is our first time really hanging out. So…” Kindly, you shot him down.
“Should we make noise?” After twenty seconds of silence went between you both, Harry offered. You really felt happy to pick at the paint on the wood that was chipping under your sneaker clad feet. Part of you wondered if Harry would think you were a nerd if you admitted you would rather be in your bunk right now, sleeping.
“I guess. If you want.” You shrugged and wondered what kind of noises people should make to feign making out. Tanya had made it sound like she was doing a lot more than that after all. Opening your mouth, you released a sharp gasp causing Harry to burst out laughing. You shushed up and nearly slapped your mouth over his mouth. It was dark out, but you didn’t want to bring any attention from the campers as to where you were. It would be hard to make a mad dash out of a house up in a large tree.
“We’re pretending to make out, no one is being accosted with a knife.” Still humored by your noise, Harry whispered.
“Let’s just mess up our hair.” Moving on, you reached both your arms out and played around with his hair until it looked like what you imagined sex hair might. Once you finished, Harry leaned in and did the same to you, going as far as throwing some strands right in the middle of your face.
“Very sexy.” You chuckled.
A light began to flash, the signal for your time being up from down below. Harry started to scoot his butt against the floor, ready to go rejoin his friends.
“Wait.” You pulled on his shoulder and brought his eyes back to you. “Thanks for being so cool about it.” It seemed apparent to you that most of the other guys wouldn’t have been.
“It’s whatever.” Harry shrugged. He was a guy in Cabin 2 after all, you thought that, maybe, he had his pick of the litter.
Licking your lips together, you closed your eyes and went in to kiss him. It was intended to be short, an expression of your gratitude, but Harry’s hand on the back of your neck surprised you and you deepened the kiss slightly before he let go.
“Aren’t I lucky? I got eight minutes in heaven.” He winked with a grin, kissing you once more before starting to go back down the ladder. He hoped he could clock a lot more time with you before the summer ended, but it remained to be seen. He kind of liked that he had to put in effort with you and couldn’t just have you any way he wanted in a tree house or anywhere else. It was exciting. For now, he would picture you naked while in the shower and just keep trying. It was all a boy could do.
Camp Shakopee was for the girls and, across the lake, the boys stayed at Camp Marjorie. It was only on Thursday night bonfires and some sporting activities that the two camps joined together and interacted. Of course, there was the end of summer party, but that wasn’t until the last week of August. When you were little, you hated when Camp Marjorie came over or when you all had to canoe over to their side, but now you really just wanted to see your guy friends. It wasn’t that you were boy-crazy, you just felt old enough to have more freedom than the counsellors gave you.
It didn’t help that you and Niall had been flirting since the first Thursday bonfire nearly three weeks ago. You really liked him and since you weren’t allowed any technology, it wasn’t like you two could keep in touch. It was basically only Thursday nights, archery, and zip lining when you got to see him now and it was hard to really hang out when you had a bow and arrow in your hand or were strapped up to a string in the trees.
He had hatched a plan and stuffed a note in the back pocket of your denim shorts before leaving with the guys after archery and snacks was over. You rushed back to your cabin and read it privately on your top bunk before any of the other girls came in.
Go to your East pier at 10:30 and flash your flashlight three times.
You could barely eat during supper time, your stomach too full of butterflies to make room for chicken and tater tots. You wore your clothes to bed, trying to hide your favorite deep V shirt and white flimsy skirt from the other girls. Underneath the covers, you even had your sandals on. With the kind of focus athletes envied, you kept a close eye on your watch and waited until ten twenty to leave exactly. Your cabin wasn’t as close to the pier as others and you wanted to walk slowly, so you could be as quiet and careful as you needed to be. There was severe punishment for getting caught after lights out, but it was made worse if you were caught trying to fraternize with a boy from the camp across the water.
Once you were at the pier, you stepped out of your sandals and sat on the edge, your feet dangling dangerously close to the water. You turned on your flashlight, once, twice, and a third time and watched for Niall to do the same on the other side…except it never happened. You were about to try again when you felt a pull on your ankle and nearly screamed.
“Shh…shhh…it’s me.” Niall appeared, a trace of him illuminated under the translucent moon on the water. His blond hair was flat to his head, wet and dripping down his face to his naked chest.
“You almost gave me a heart attack!” A hand over your chest, you scolded him, but he was only humored by it.
“Are you going to join me or what? It’s not too bad.” He wadded his arms around, staying afloat and egging you to come on in. “I swam all the way over here.” Niall sounded so proud of himself. You couldn’t see it due to the darkness, but you were pretty sure he was jetting his chest out.
“You didn’t tell me we were swimming. I don’t have my suit on.”
“So?” That was not a problem as far as Niall could see.
Rolling your eyes at him, you brought your legs up onto the pier again and shimmied out your skirt before pulling your top over your milkmaid braid. You were in a mismatched bra and underwear, wishing Niall had given you a heads up so you could look cuter, but he was staring at you like you were a bombshell from a Bond movie.
“Wow.” He had pictured you in your skivvies countless times, but this better than anything his imagination could have cooked up.
Carefully, you lowered yourself off the pier’s edge and into the water. You feared a splash would bring attention over to you and you didn’t want to get caught like this.
“Oooh, it’s so cold!” You shivered immediately as your shoulders sunk under the water. Out of reflex, you swam closer to him and he wrapped his arms around you, bringing your weightless self against him.
As soon as you two were in contact with one another, he kissed you. He didn’t know how much time you two really had and he did have to swim back, but for now, he was going to make the most of the night and kiss you until his lips were as pruned as his toes felt.
It wasn’t that big of a deal, you figured. Next year you were going to be made a camp counsellor. It wasn’t like he was a big authority figure and you were one of the seven year olds learning how to rock climb. It didn’t feel like you were breaking rules, though you were. The only thing you didn’t enjoy was the feeling of a sharp wooden corner forcing its way into your spine as Louis hoisted you up, your knees at his waist level, and pushed you deeper into the tool shed behind the mess hall. His breath was hot and ragged as he sucked on your neck impatiently. Your head dipped back, messy ponytail brushing back and forth against your neck as his hands hastily slid up your shirt and groped at the breasts, above the bra, that he had been obsessing over since he first saw you dragging your trunk to your bunk a month ago.
“I’m supposed to go to kayaking in fifteen.” You reminded him, bringing your head back and watching as he tried to put you down without your feet landing on any tools.
“You can be late. I’ll give you a slip.” Quickly, he reasoned while throwing his uniform polo over his head and then dragging a hand through his overgrown hair and coming back to you, your body tangled between his chest and a cold red toolbox.
“Don’t you – have to?” You asked when he gave you a second to breathe between kissing you eagerly, like he wasn’t going to live another day or something.
“I’m the boss, babe. Just shh…” He narrowed his eyes on you for a second and then went for the button of your shorts, sliding them off as soon as it was undone. He looked at your tight floral underwear for a second and looked up at you, licking his lips, before taking them down to join your shorts at your knees. “You got to be quiet, okay?” He reminded you in a quiet whisper, his breath hot on your ears as he fiddled with his own jeans and pressed his groin up against you.
You gave him the scout’s honor hand gesture and nodded, gulping your excitement down, and then reaching around to grab his perfect butt with both your hands, sliding a finger down his crack the way you once saw a busty milf in a porn do.
“Dirty, dirty, little camper…” He shook his head at you deviously, and rubbed at your perfect button to try and warm you up. He would have preferred to take his time and warm you up with his mouth that he knew how to work, but you were both short on time and in a tool shed. There was only so much you both could do at the moment.
“Don’t worry.” You shook your head and began to suck on his ear. “I want it now.” Fuck foreplay you thought.
Outside, you could hear the sound of campers beginning to play a game of freeze tag. Louis’s walkie-talkie on the ground in his pants, a muffled voice trying to connect with him as he plunged into your wetness for the first time.
“I think we lost them.” Grinning cutely, Liam led you away from the path and into the tall grass, his hand comfortable in yours as he leaned up against a birch tree. Liam loved camp, the dorkier the activity, the better, but this summer, you had taken the place of the three-legged race for him. He was far more interested in acing you than anything else.
Biting your bottom lip, you let his hands wander around your torso and waist. He intertwined his coarse fingers into your soft ones with one hand while the other rested under your shirt, right between where your stomach ended and hip bone began. It was safe there, but tempting.
Kissing him softly, you let him take the lead, your hands on the flimsy material of his camp shirt. He was in the Robins after all while you were a Bluejay. You two liked to joke that you were the Camp Chattanooga Romeo and Juliet, your camp sites far apart from one another. He was in the East while you were as far West as you could go before leaving camp’s borders.
“You wanna lie down?” Liam asked, his fingers slowly tapping your sides with persistence. He was trying to be a gentleman when really he wanted to shread one hand through your hair and have the other groping your rear.
Your eyes fell down between both your feet, yours in sandals while his clad in trainers, and looked for any signs of bugs. You knew they would be there, but nodded anyway. Leisurely, you moved a few steps back from Liam and started to lie down. He pulled his shirt over himself with a quick motion and knelt down in front of you, lying it behind you so you wouldn’t wind up with scratches from twigs in your backside or any dirt over your shirt.
“Tell me what you want to do to me…” You whispered in his ear once he was hovering over you, both hands resting on either side of your head. Your own hands slid up his chest and you wished you carried lube on your person suddenly since his chest was practically aching to glisten. This wasn’t your first experience with Liam’s toned torso, since swimming in the lake together offered you plenty of cheek glances, but this was the first time you got to feel his muscles tight beneath. It was worth the wait, but now that you could feel them, you knew you could never have that sort of patience again.
“I want to get inside you. I want to be the first one…” He told you truthfully, trying to concentrate on your eyes instead of letting his view roam over your breasts and bare legs that he was so fond of.
“I want that too.” Meekly, you admitted and snaked a hand behind his back, trying to fit it between the band of his underwear under his jeans. Liam leaned in, his chest firm over your own, and moaned as he kissed you, a hand finally making contact with your locks and running through them assertively. You knocked his knee with your own, hiking it up and let both your arms go back behind your head. Letting Liam be in full control wasn’t only easy, it was incredibly pleasurable. He seemed to know what he was doing even if he was being generous and kind with his approach.
Once you were both completely naked, hidden by the tall grass and trees, you felt an irritating itch over your butt and legs. You didn’t say anything though, assuming it was just a pesky mosquito. You were sitting up on your elbows, watching Liam stroke himself between your knees.
“Touch yourself, [Y/N]” He said like it was a friendly suggestion, like a counsellor would tell you to attempt making a pressed flower collage.
Reaching down, you put two fingers on your nub and tried, but the itch was growing so strong that you used your other hand to vigorously scratch at your thighs. It wasn’t attractive, but the determination in your eyes was unreal as you scratch. For whatever reason, watching you scratch, made Liam feel a desperate need to scratch his knees. He didn’t want to stand up and be caught naked, but he felt a rough tingle in his joints now. It wasn’t sexy anymore, not even having you stretched you out in the grass ready for him to have. Liam exhaled loudly and tried to focus, but as he lowered himself over you again, there it was. It looked back at him, mocking him without any actual expression. Poison ivy.
“Fuck!” He grunted, even though sex wasn’t even happening and stood up to rush back into his clothes. He tossed you your shirt by his side. “We’re literally laying in a patch of poison ivy.” He told you with a voice led by anger.
After falling off the horse during a trail ride, you were stuck in the administration office with your foot propped up on a chair with a frozen bag of mixed vegetables nursing your ankle. On the other side of the room, sitting with his knees parted and back slouched, Zayn Malik was being held inside all day due to being caught, for the third time, with smokes on his person. It was the first rule in the handbook, no cigarettes, drugs, or alcohol allowed at Camp Digby & Sons. You two had never spoken before since you ran in different crowds, but he didn’t seem as bad as everyone said he was. You were pretty sure most of the stories people told about him around the camp fires were exaggerated, if not totally made up.
“Must be boring in here all day.” He didn’t even have a book to read or cross puzzle to do.
“They had me in the kitchen peeling potatoes earlier.” He shrugged, looking over his shoulder out the window. This was a welcomed break from that. Zayn wasn’t afraid of hard work, but he also wasn’t against long leisurely breaks. “What happened to you?” He nodded at your foot, but you would have known what he was asking anyway.
“They gave me Franklin.” Everyone on camp knew that Franklin was the most sensitive of the horses. He had thrown a girl off before and her parents nearly sued. You could feel him growing nervous underneath you and managed to dismount him before he freaked out, but your land wasn’t as soft as you meant for it to be.
“Jesus, they must not like you.” He laughed. “Surprised they let you rest in here.”
A silence fell with ease between you both, the obvious nature of your relationship still unchanged despite a little small talk.
“Why are you always getting in trouble?” You asked him with hesitance, not wanting to set him off. Malcolm McGregor had told a group of you that Zayn beat off two of the oldest campers just for looking at him funny at breakfast, so you didn’t want to rub him the wrong way.
“Maybe, trouble is always getting me.” He said, thinking he sounded cool, but the way you stared at him with one raised brow let him know that he just sounded bizarre. “I don’t know. Camp is boring. I’m just doing what I can to enjoy myself.”
Camp wasn’t for everyone, so you could understand what he was saying, even if you really enjoyed yourself every summer.
“It can’t be that boring. I’ve heard you got with the Lincoln twins at the same time last karaoke night.”
“Someone’s a gossip.” Dipping his head back, Zayn snickered. He didn’t know anything about you and you seemed to have all kinds of juice on him. “That’s a lie by the way. I didn’t get with them so to speak.”
“What did you do?” You could tell he was surprised by how forward you were, but you just shrugged and impersonated him in return. “I’m just doing what I can to enjoy myself.”
Zayn laughed and it made him feel more inclined to be real with you, but he didn’t really want to talk about his conquests and non-conquests. He liked to stay mysterious and he wasn’t about to go touching and telling. He left his chair and walked over to you, stealing the free space on the couch by your side.
“I know another way we can enjoy ourselves…” He winked, looking up at you after removing invisible flecks of dirt from his knees.
“What’s that?” You knew what he was getting at, but were trying to buy yourself some time to figure out if you really wanted it or not.
“You can see if all the rumors are true…” Zayn didn’t tell the stories told about him, but he was certainly listening every time someone started to whisper his name across a lunch table or between crackling flames. “See if I’m hung like a stallion?” He nodded towards his crotch, his arousal not yet prepared, but your interest wildly heightened.