BORED ;; to -> death [ryan]

[noelle ♥ talyors]

"Alright campers! Back to your cabins for free time, then go straight to the camp fire pits." Ordered one of the female counslers. Noelle stood with the rest of her cabin and followed after them towards their cabin. She ran her hand through her reddish hair and glanced upwards. It was about twilight. They had just finished dinner, and saying Noelle was slightly bored was a major understatement. Noelle's best friend, Harper, was in another cabin, so that basically just made everything suckish and boring.

Glancing at her flip flops as she walked, she let out a short breath. She listened to the sounds they made upon their impact with the ground. Smack. Smack. Smack. It wasn't very entertaining, but at the moment it was all she had to do. Glancing over at the boy's group, her eyes fell on Ryan Katz-Mason as they made their way to the cabins. He was gorgeous, she would give him that. It rather annoyed her that Morgan wouldn't just give up, quit playing hard to get, and just sleep wtih him already. Okay, that was rather harsh, but when Noelle got bored, she got grumpy.

Even if it was just inside her thoughts.

When the girls got back to the cabins, Noelle changed into a pair of very short shorts, and a small cam.isole. It was rather sl.utty for Noelle's liking, but it was all that was clean. She hadn't gotten a chance to wash any of her clothes yet. She pulled her compact out of her suitcase and checked her reflection. She put on a thin layer of eye liner, before snapping the compact shut and tossing it back into her bag.

A while later, they arrived at the fire pits. No counslers around, either. This was their 'free night time' thing. The counslers didn't care where they went, unless they stayed at the camp. So Noelle stood up and sort of left. As she walked through the trail to the craft cabin, she ran her hands over her arms quickly. God, it was cold tonight. She sighed slightly and sat down on the edge of the porch adjoining the building.

[Ryan Katz-Mason]

Woodworking was one of Ryan's favorite activities at camp, aside from the sports and adventure challenge activities like rock climb. And then of course there was swim, with all the bikini-clad girls playing beach volleyball... Okay so basically, he just liked every camp activity. But woodworking was a little different. He didn't go to get fit or to impress girls. It was his only real creative outlet, and it was peaceful. When he was building something and hanging out with the cooler counselors, he could really just get into a zone where he didn't have to worry about impressing anyone around him.

So when the rest of the group from afternoon woodworking had gone to their cabins for free time, Ryan had chosen to stay behind and keep working in the craft shack. He was actually building a stool at the moment. There was no real reason, except that he was making every project available that summer. He would probably give the stool to his mom for the kitchen or something, in fact he'd probably give all the projects to his parents because he didn't have any real uses for them - he just loved making them.

From the large stereo on the workbench across the back wall of the craft shack, Bob Marley was singing 'No Woman No Cry,' which happened to be a song Ryan really liked. He just liked Bob Marley in general, so he put down the tools and walked across the spacious shelter to turn up the radio just a little bit. He still wanted it to be quiet in there so he could relax. Walking back across the room, Ryan picked up the hammer and started to carefully place nails along the bottom of the stool's seat. As he worked, he started to envision which stain he would use; probably something that would match his kitchen.

The floorboards creaked gently and Ryan shot his head up, looking up from his work to see where the soft noise was coming from. He heard footsteps from the porch attached to the open building. Ryan set the tools down gently on the bench again and he stuck his hands in his jean pockets to walk over to the archway that led in to the craft shack. He saw Noelle Taylors leaning on the railing of the porch that overlooked the Grassy Knoll and he walked up behind her.

Strangely enough, Noelle didn't seem to notice Ryan at all until he was about a foot away from her back and spoke to her. "Hey Noelle." he said, half-smiling at her when she turned to face him. "What are you doing here?" he asked her, curious as to why she wasn't chatting with her girlfriends in their cabin or something, waiting for that night's activity. It was odd enough that someone else was skipping free time, but even more odd that it was someone like Noelle spending her escape time at the craft shack.

Goosebumps were evident on Noelle's normally smooth skin, and Ryan took notice. It was one of the coldest nights of the summer so far, and Noelle was dressed skimpily in short shorts and a camisole. Not that Ryan minded looking at her extra-long legs, but she looked uncomfortably cold. "You cold? Here, take my shirt." he said. Ryan was wearing a short-sleeved button-down collared shirt open over a plain wifebeater, so he slid the top layer off of his own shoulders and placed it gently over Noelle's. He let his hands linger on her shoulders just a moment longer than he needed to.

[noelle ♥ talyors]

Noelle leaned even morse against the wood railing, elbows resting on the top of the railing. Biting her lip, she looked out at the lake. Even at a few days into the summer, this camp session wasn't as fun as she remembered. Maybe they were all getting too old for it. Or atleast, Noelle was. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't hear Ryan come behind her until he was about a foot away. She was too busy trying to put her finger on why it was so dull this year.

As he spoke, she glanced over her shoulders at Ryan, turning around slightly. "Hey," She replied, running her hand through her hair again before looking behind him. What was he doing here all alone? "Walking." She answered. "Or, I was." Noelle was sort of in between the state Morgan was, and the state most every other girl was. She wasn't a sl.t, so she wouldn't throw herself at Ryan, but she wasn't cold and hard to him like Morgan was. If his ego wasn't so big, Morgan would've really hurt him in some way or other.

As she shrugged a little bit as he asked if she were cold, she blinked once as he started taking off his over shirt. Her eyes lingered a little bit more than Jadon probabaly would have liked over his muscles, but she instantly looked away after. As he put the shirt over her shoulders, letting his hands rest there for a few more moments than she would have expected, she blushed. Slightly. He probobaly wouldn't even have seen, since it was dark. Even in the dark he looked gorgeous.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, smirking slightly. She leaned her back against the railing again. She hoped that she wasn't bothering him... "I can go, if you want me to.." She trailed off, shrugging a little bit. She didn't want to intrude.

[Ryan Katz-Mason]

As Ryan slid his shirt onto Noelle's shoulders, he could barely see the soft smile on her face, but he could tell it was there. The shirt fit Ryan's broad shoulders perfectly, so it practically swallowed Noelle. It looked adorable though. This was a little strange, since it was usually a protective gesture reserved for couples or relationships...not exactly Ryan's cup of tea. But he did anything to make a girl feel special, like she was the one for him. It paid off in the end anyway.

A walk at camp could lead a person literally anywhere, and sure there were the old camp horror stories and legends about campers wandering off to the old side of camp and never returning. It was tradition to scare new campers with stories like those, passed down through generations of campers and counselors. Ryan could remember having trouble falling asleep his first year of camp after some of those stories. But that was six or seven years ago, now it was his turn to pass the stories down.

Either way, he couldn't wait to walk to the old side of camp this year; bring his friends with him and sneak out of their cabins at night to go where they were forbidden from going. But he'd save that for later. It was only the second night of camp, technically. "Well, I'm glad you ended up here on that walk of yours." Ryan said, placing a hand gently on Noelle's shoulder. He didn't want to scare her off so soon, so he was keeping himself under control.

Chills from the night air nipped at Ryan's bare arms as he stood on the porch of the craft shack in just a wifebeater, but he didn't really mind. "I stayed behind when the rest of the wood group went back to their cabins, I wanted to do a little extra work on this project." Ryan explained, waving his hand in the vaguely general direction of the stool he was building inside the archway of the building. "Sometimes this is my favorite place in camp, it's just more laid-back and, I don't know I just like it." Ryan trailed off slightly.

There was a hint of sadness in Noelle's voice, especially as she asked if he wanted her to leave - as if she really thought Ryan would actually mind female company at any given moment. That was absolutely unbelievable. "No, no, don't be ridiculous." he put his other hand on her other shoulder, so both hands rested on Noelle's shoulders and he looked her right in the eye. "I don't want you to leave, really. I enjoy the company." He smiled at her in the darkness.

[noelle ♥ talyors]

Noelle didn't make a fuss as he slid it over her shoulders. She was thankful that she was actually cold, or she wouldn't have any excuse. She had really gone on a walk because she didn't want to have that 'discussion' that the kids were leading to... Parent's day. Meaning, the day when the parent's came for a little visit. No one would show up for Noelle. Her dad would either forget, or be too busy with work, and her mom... Her mom was dead.

Her eyes drifted to his hand as he put it on her shoulder. She bit her upper lip softly, trying not to start wanting to kiss him. Her consciensce was nagging at her to go, leave, get as far away from Ryan as she could, or go find Jadon, but her feet wouldn't move. She wanted to stay there with Ryan.

"Oh," She responded. "I might like it if I could actually do anything but stab myself with a knife..." Thinking about this, that made her sound a tad suicidal. "I meant, accidently. During woodshop last year I... Nevermind." She stammered over her words slightly, then figured best to just drop the subject. God, she was acting like a complete idiot! She bit her lip even harder, now.

Turning to start to leave, she was slightly suprised when she felt his strong hands on both of her shoulders now, and he turned her to face him. "Okay... I guess I could stay..." She hesitated slightly, thinking about what Jadon might suspect.

[Ryan Katz-Mason]

Stammering something about stabbing herself with a knife in woodworking, Noelle seemed to be losing herself in her words. Ryan laughed a little, because it was pretty cute how she was getting so flustered. He could tell she was embarrassed, and he wanted to make her feel more comfortable. "Hey, that's okay. Woodworking isn't everyone's thing, I mean it's fun for me, but you're good at other stuff." Ryan had his signature smile on, trying to make Noelle feel a little less nervous for whatever reason she did.

After Ryan had placed his hands on Noelle's two shoulders and she agreed to stay, the moment could've turned very awkward. They were standing face to face, only a mere few inches apart. It was dark out and the air smelled fresh as ever at camp, there was no one around in sight, the craft shack was completely deserted. Ryan wasn't about to sit there and let an opportunity like that just pass by, he never did. The situation was practically begging him to do something about it.

Not wasting another moment in hesitation, Ryan leaned in and kissed Noelle on the lips. He didn't really give her a chance to resist or anything, as he already had a hold of her by both shoulders. He loosened his grip slightly because he didn't want to seem like he was forcing her into anything, but he kept holding on to her. Ryan started to move forward, making Noelle move backwards with him so they were against the outer wall of the craft shack. He pressed himself against Noelle's body and held her against the wall.

Letting his hands slide down from her shoulders to her waist, Ryan pushed his hips forward gently towards Noelle's so that there was no space between their bodies at all. He continued to kiss her, and though he wanted to move his lips away from hers and kiss her neck, he refrained from doing so because it might give her a chance to stop and think about what she was doing. Ryan knew she wanted to do this, but if she let herself think it through she would stop. He certainly didn't want that.

[noelle ♥ talyors]

Noelle laughed. "Like what? Get a group of junior campers lost in the woods? Yeah, real skill." She was sure he had heard about that. Everyone had heard about that. Noelle had wanted to take a shortcut to the stage by going through the woods, and Jadon had tagged along, bringing a group of Junior Campers with him. All throughout the 'hike' Jadon kept taking pictures of Noelle with his cellphone. She didn't mind at first, but then she got frustrated with being lost, and didn't like that he had made his background a picture of Noelle flipping the camera off.

Noelle was normally nice, but under pressure... She got rather catty and mean. "I b-" She started, looking up at him as she began to speak. Her words were instantly cut off by his lips against hers. She shut her eyes for a second, but reopened them, wider than ever as she struggled slightly. She couldn't move, either. Ryan had her by her shoulders, and being about half his size, she couldn't do anything about it. God, how could she have been so stupid? She should have left when she had the chance...

She felt herself being pushed backwards, so she had to put an hand on the front of his shoulder to hold on so she wouldn't loose balence. She hit the wall with a light thud. Kissing Jadon was never like this... Ryan was being... forceful? Was that the right word? Whatever. Noelle just had this feeling, that if she said 'no' it wouldn't matter to him.

As he pushed himself against her even more, she felt completely and utterly trapped. She tried again to push him off of her, but he was holding on to her by her waist. Noelle exhaled softly through her nose. The sl.ttier side of Noelle took control of her, and she slid her arms around his neck. She brought her head down and kissed his neck, not thinking about Jadon or anything else except Ryan.

[Ryan Katz-Mason]

As soon as Noelle's lips left Ryan's and moved to passionately kiss his neck, Ryan knew he was in the clear. As long as she was making moves like that, she was in this with him, there was no way she didn't want it as much as Ryan did. If Noelle had shown any signs of real, non-playful resistance, Ryan would've felt bad and probably stopped, but she was so passionate in her response that he knew she wasn't about to stop him.

Her kisses along his neck felt amazing, and Ryan let her do that for a few moments as he ran his hands up from her waist and under her skimpy shirt. He let his hands pass under her bra as well, and pressed his hips against hers a little harder as she was backed against the wall completely. He continued to feel all over her skin until she stopped kissing his neck, and he began to kiss hers. He planted his rough kisses all the way up from her collarbone to her jawline, and he was guaranteed to leave a mark.

When Ryan's lips were touching Noelle's ear, he whispered hoarsely, "Let's go inside." As Ryan brought his lips back to Noelle's and kissed her forcefully, he brought his hands back to her hips and began to move again. He turned their two bodies around so he was the one walking backwards and he pulled her along with him through the archway into the craft shack, not allowing their lips to part for more than a split second. She was too good for Ryan to want to stop.

Bob Marley was no longer singing "No Woman No Cry" from the stereo at the back of the room. The song playing now was "Rehab" by Amy Winehouse. It wouldn't have been Ryan's first choice for background music, but it would have to do. He pushed Noelle gently against a table and leaned on top of her so that she was lying down on the tabletop. Ryan climbed on top of the table with her, moving their bodies together so he was on top of her. He pulled his lips away from hers only to pull his wifebeater off over his head, then pull her camisole off her body, leaving her in her shorts and bra.

[Marissa Ivek]

Noelle didn't feel guilty at all. The way Jadon yelled at her a few days ago sort of left her wanting revenge. And it's name was Ryan. She had gotten pregnant a few months ago, got an abortion, and told Jadon only a few days ago, and he completely yelled at her. Saying things like how it was a big joke that she didn't tell him until now and crap, and made her cry, too. So for now, Jadon was out of her mind completely. This didn't feel akward, either. Not even a little bit.

As he slid his hands under her shirt, she felt shivers crawl up her entire body. Good kinds of shivers, though. Not from disgust. Noelle's head tilted backwards slightly to rest against the outer wall of the craft shack as he kissed her neck. She sort of snaked her hands down the front of him, sliding her thumbs into his front belt loops as he continued to leave a trail of kisses.

Noelle didn't even bother to respond as he spoke, knowing he would do it no matter what she said or did, so she figured she would just go along with it. His lips returned to hers, and she smirked ever so slightly against his lips as he roughly kissed her, moving her forwards and into the tiny building. She brought her foot up and pushed the door shut with it behind them. Yes, not many people would expect Noelle to be a good kisser, but she was. She had alot of practice...

As he pushed her against a table, she didn't oblige, instead, just kept kissing him. Same for when he pushed against her to make her lay down, and then climb on top of her. Noelle snaked her arms around his neck as he pulled her shirt off, leaning forward and kissing him again. She lightly tugged at his lower lip for a second before kissing him again.

[Ryan Katz-Mason]

The way Noelle was kissing Ryan was driving him absolutely insane. She was obviously more experienced than Ryan had thought at first. After all, in the spectrum of Ryan's mindset, Noelle was a little further on the "innocent" side than the "slut" side of the girls he was into. Yes, he thought about these things - a lot, actually. It depended on his mood, sometimes Ryan got off on getting with a more innocent girl because it was a thrill of sorts, but sometimes he wanted a really hot, passionate session with a slightly trashier girl. Thankfully, his options were always open.

In his mind, he'd always classified Noelle as one of the classier girls he could get with for a tamer session, but her enthusiasm and eagerness was quickly starting to change his mind a little. She didn't respond when Ryan asked her to go inside, so he took that as a yes. When Ryan felt Noelle kick the door closed, he blinked his eyes open for a moment in surprise but quickly shut them again as he laughed a little to himself. This girl was full of surprises, but then it wasn't the first time Ryan had gotten with a seemingly innocent girl who was a vixen in bed.

Speaking of which, Ryan wasn't sure how far Noelle was willing to take this. He knew how far he wanted to go, but she might not have the same thing in mind. Come to think of it, she had a boyfriend, didn't she? The thought hadn't really crossed Ryan's mind because that sort of thing never really stopped him before. As far as he was concerned, if the girl was making the conscious choice to get with Ryan, who was he to stop them? It's not like he was making them cheat, just suggesting the idea in most cases. Either way, it didn't really bother Ryan and he never lost sleep over being "the other man" in any case.

Sliding his hands under Noelle's back, he unhooked the clasp of her bra and tossed it to the floor with the pile he'd made from their two shirts. Ryan continued to kiss Noelle and was impressed with the little tricks she had up her sleeve while he ran his hands over her chest. He moved his lips to the side and kissed down her neck all the way down to her chest. As he kissed her chest he started to undo her shorts, then pulled them down. He stopped kissing her chest to toss her shorts aside, and unzip his own jeans. He grinned at Noelle as he removed his pants, then resumed his previous attentions as they were both clad only in their underwear. This was starting to get exciting, since Noelle hadn't objected yet and definitely knew where this was headed.

[noelle ♥ talyors]

No, you couldn't really label Noelle. You couldn't call her a pr.ude, you couldn't call her a sl.t, most people had no idea what to call her. The people who called her a prude, would normally be girls, and then she would sleep with their boyfriends and make them shut their trashy little mouths. So people that didn't know her, didn't know what to say about her. Ever. Her personality confused them, alot. And alot of the times, she would suprise people by showing that she wasn't a prude or anything of the sort.

Noelle didn't care how far it went. She was willing to do anything he wanted. Noelle mostly let guys get whatever they wanted. It was easier that way, and they never got mad at her. Having a boyfriend didn't and wasn't going to stop her. It was her way of revenge for him blowing up at her about her choice. Besides... As good-looking as Jadon was, Ryan was just simpley gorgeous. She wrapped one arm around his neck, the other grasping his shoulder.

Noelle didn't object when he took her bra off, instead, she kissed his neck as he did this, other hnad resting on his chest. She stopped kissing him as he started kissing her neck. She bit her lip, tilting her head back. She sort of went limp in his arms as he did this, it felt so fri.kking good. She felt him take her shorts off, and then his pants. She put her hands on his shoulders, kissing him again, but harder.

[Ryan Katz-Mason]

This seemed to be headed exactly where Ryan wanted it to go. Noelle was offering no signs of resistance or hesitation at all, much to his delight, and she was just as into Ryan at the moment as he was into her. Ryan continued to run his hands up and down Noelle's body, feeling around her chest and kissing her neck and chest roughly. He kissed up and down her torso, then let his hands slip inside her panties and his fingers entered her roughly. Ryan's lips left Noelle's for a moment to look at her face and gauge her reaction. She seemed to be enjoying herself so he continued what he was doing.

As Ryan brought Noelle to the edge, he continued to press himself against her, hoping she'd realize how eager he was to get on with this already. He got off of her for a moment, and rolled to the side of the table slightly so he could lean over and pick his jeans off the floor. He reached into the back pocket of the baggy denim and pulled out a condom. Holding the small package in one hand, Ryan got back on top of Noelle. He kissed her lips and grabbed her hips, then whispered in her ear, "Are you ready?" Ryan already knew what the answer would be, but he felt better about it if he asked her first. He didn't want to feel like he was forcing her to do this.

It was a little odd to Ryan that Noelle would be technically the first girl he slept with at camp this summer. It was strange for a few reasons, but mostly because she was a one-time thing and he had plenty of other girls who attended Camp Lohikan that were his regular friends with benefits. Indie, Olivia, and Bella, to name a few. Then there was Morgan, who he'd been pursuing for years. He'd made it his official mission of the summer to get Morgan in bed with him, yet still his first sex at camp this summer was completely unplanned and unintentional by Ryan. Not that he was complaining one bit.

[noelle ♥ talyors]

Noelle hung her arm around his neck again as he kissed her, other hand pushed through her hair. As his fingers went inside of her, she bit her lip, trying to keep from moaning it felt so freaking good. She tilted her head back, eyes looking to the cieling. Her grip on his shoulder tightened slightly, and a line of shivers shot up her spine. She still wasn't even thinking about Jadon right now, she was still so mad at him. As he got off of her, Noelle's eyes followed him as he got his jeans off of the floor, and then took the package out. She layed back down when he got on top of her, and put his hands on her hips. As he whispered into her ear, she nodded, snaking her arms around his neck. Her lips brushed against his neck, softly, pushing her hand through his hair. She tugged at his lower lip again, shutting her eyes as she did this. Noelle would feel guilty about this later. There was no doubt, really. She was a -in-the moment kind of a girl, most of the times, and this was definatly one of those times... She wasn't going to feel guilty at the moment, but oh boy woul she later.