“Hey, sleepyhead, wake up, we are here.”
There was a stirring from the passenger seat and Hazel opened her eyes. She blinked a few times against the harsh sunlight coming over the treetops and then rubbed her eyes.
“What time is it?” she said, her voice deep and husky.
“Just after nine, we are in time for breakfast.”
Jerry parked the car in front of a large sign made out of a thick log. ‘Welcome to Pine Trees Camping,’ it said. He got out of the car and stretched his arms over his head, twisting his back at the same time.
“Are you coming?” he called.
All he got in return was a middle finger with a pink nail. Little bitch, he thought as he walked into the log house that served as reception.
It was a large room with a reception desk at the opposite end. On his right was an open fireplace with bookshelves on either side and in front stood several sofa groups and a few tables. On the other side, he saw soda and snack machines lined up in a neat row.
“Hi, Jerry Holt is my name and I have a reservation for two.”
The tired looking young man lifted his head from the sports pages he had been reading. He put a pen and a form on the desk and went back to reading.
Jerry filled it out and signed it, then cleared his throat since the kid didn’t move.
“Plot five, take the trail A and it’s about a hundred yards away from the parking,” said the kid and went back to reading.
*****
When Jerry had gone inside Hazel took out her sunglasses from her purse and her cigarettes. She got out and leaned against the warm hood of the car and slowly inhaled the smoke wondering what the fuck she was doing in the middle of nowhere with her dickhead for a step-father.
Get to know each other, bond a little. Those were the words her mother had used when she had suggested the camping trip to her and Jerry.
Jerry had looked like he had won the lottery and immediately began to plan their trip. Hazel would have preferred Hawaii or the Caribbean for a place to bond, but her mother had insisted, saying that rough living would be better for them.
As she ground the cigarette butt into the soft earth with the heel of her shoe Hazel noticed people coming out from between the trees. She realized they must be heading over to the little restaurant that offered breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She wondered why people would go camping and then use a restaurant instead of sitting around a campfire grilling sausages on sticks.
“Get your gear, we are this way,” said Jerry when he walked up behind her.
“OK,” was all she said and grabbed her backpack from the backseat. She followed him into the woods which wear eerie quiet. No birds and no insects, just the branches moving in the morning breeze.
After a few minutes’ walk, Jerry stopped and pointed at a tree. On it, someone had stapled a cardboard sign that said ‘Plot 5’.
“This is us. I will get working on the tent and I suppose you won’t help so why don’t you take a walk around. There is a lake over there.” He pointed towards the tree with the sign on it.
Hazel left her step-dad and walked away between the trees. In her shorts and T-shirt, it was a bit chilly and she rubbed her arms before lighting another cigarette. After a few minutes, she saw blue between the thick trunks. She came out on a white sand beach and in front of her was a small lake. The surface looked like a mirror where the trees and sky reflected. It was quite picturesque and Hazel had to admit to herself that it was also very beautiful. While she stood there a fish cleared the surface and landed again with a big splash.
She took off her tennis shoes and walked barefoot down to the water’s edge. When she stuck her foot in the water she was pleasantly surprised how warm it was. The lake couldn’t be very deep she thought. Even though it was sunny the previous weeks had had plenty of rain which was unusual for July.
She looked around but saw no one. Quickly she took off her shorts, T-shirt, and bra. She left everything in a pile on the sand and waded out into the lake. Her pink nipples turned hard when the water covered them and when she dove under the surface her panties slid down to mid-thigh. She came up and shook her dark brown hair and then pulled them up.
Hazel was not the prettiest girl in her school, but she had a good body with perky tits and a round ass. She seldom wore tight fitting clothes, preferring the Grunge look. Her makeup was mostly black eyeliner around her eyes and neon colored nail polish. She seldom wore lipstick. Her mother had tried to make her be more ‘girl like’ but had given up on her daughter. At seventeen, Hazel would never become the pretty girl her mother wanted and knew she could be. She was a rebel and showed it.
When her mother, Samantha, had first introduced her new boyfriend Jerry Holt to her daughter, Hazel had almost laughed in his face.
Samantha was a tall, blonde bombshell of thirty-eight. She had become pregnant while dating a ten year older biker and had at the same time begun taking drugs. When Hazel was born, Samantha left her biker and the drugs and cleaned herself up. She took night classes and after five years she was a registered nurse.
She had met Jerry at a conference for nurses and had found him intelligent, kind, and funny. He was not a good-looking man and people often turned their heads to look at the odd couple.
Jerry was a small man with a mop of brown hair that hung down over his light blue eyes. He wore thick glasses and preferred to dress in gray, brown or beige clothes. At first, Samantha had tried to get him to wear something else, but as her daughter had done, he refused. It didn’t matter; she loved him for who he was.
After a year of dating, they had decided to get married. At the time Hazel was fifteen and during the following two years, the relation has been strained, to say the least. Being a teenager Hazel often got into fights with her mother and when Jerry tried to tell her to respect her mom’s wishes she would let go of a tirade of swear words ending with her slamming the door to her room shut.
Things became a bit better when Jerry began to stay away when the mother and daughter fought, but Samantha didn’t give up, she wanted them to be friends, and that’s why they went camping.
Hazel walked out of the water and shook her hair to get rid of the water. Then she used her hands to wipe as much water off her body as possible before dressing and walking back to the campsite.
*****
The sun had risen and Jerry was sweating as he tightened the ropes keeping the tent in place. He had bought it specifically for this trip. It had individual sleeping quarters and an awning. He had gone back to the car for the two chairs and camping table.
When he saw Hazel walking towards him between the trees he noticed that her hair was wet.
“How was the water?” he said when she was close enough for her to hear him.
“Fine,” she said and walked past him and into the tent.
Jerry sighed and began to unpack his backpack, clothes for two nights, a pair of binoculars, a foldable fishing rod, a flashlight and some canned food and instant coffee. When he saw the coffee he decided to make a cup and went inside the tent to find the cooking equipment.
“What the fuck!”
Jerry looked up after lowering his head to go inside and when he did, he was looking at a naked Hazel standing in her part of the tent.
“Oh God, I am so sorry, I had no idea.”
“Just leave, OK. Get out!”
Jerry decided it was better to go to the restaurant and get his coffee, that way Hazel could calm down.
While he walked through the trees he couldn’t get the image of Hazel out of his mind. She was a tall girl, a couple of inches taller than him. What he remembered the most was the dark brown pubic hair that lay like a mat over her cunt. It was odd in this day and age to see a woman with so much hair between her legs. Samantha had a little landing strip and the few other women he had been with had all trimmed their pubic hair.
He left the thoughts about the naked Hazel when he walked into the restaurant and smelt the fresh coffee and bacon. He ordered a large black coffee and sat down at a table outside in the sunshine. The image came back, now it was of her boobs. He figured they were smaller than Samantha’s C-cups but larger than his hands. Her nipples had been tiny and pink. Of her face, he had no recollection and that made him feel like a pervert.
He looked around and for the first time noticed the other people around him. There were a few families with children in different ages and to one side sat a young couple with a dog, and they were kissing. To their right sat two elderly couples who were discussing something very secretive because they had their heads together, or maybe it was because they couldn’t hear very well.
A few teenagers hung to one side under a large pine tree. He saw three girls and two boys. He wondered if the girls had big bushes between their legs or not. When he realized what he was thinking he blushed and took a sip from his coffee.
Back at the tent, he found Hazel dressed in shorts and a white tank top. She had no bra on because her boobs moved freely under the fabric.
“Are we OK?” he said, in a quiet voice.
“You pervert, no we are not. Don’t talk to me.”
Jerry sighed. “It was an honest mistake, I swear.”
Hazel sat down in one of the chairs and opened a little carton of OJ. She drank from it using the straw and for some reason, Jerry’s mind turned that into her lips wrapped around his cock. He shook his head and turned around.
“Do you like young girls, Jerry? Do I turn you on?” her voice was sarcastic and still, a little seductive.
“Let it go, Hazel,” I said I was sorry.
“Mm, that’s what you said, but I bet you got a woody from seeing me.” She giggled and he heard the slurping sound as she finished the juice.
Hazel wasn’t sure why she took so much pleasure in tormenting her step-father. Maybe it was because she saw him not as a man, but as a sad, sad, excuse for a man. He was wearing beige shorts and a gray flannel shirt with the arms rolled up. On his feet were brown leather sandals that were worn from years of use.
His legs were thin and his arms too. Not only was he shorter than her but his hands were delicate like a woman, and she wondered what the hell her mother had seen in him.
“I am going fishing,” he said and picked up the rod.
“Good, go away and fantasize about teenage girls,” she laughed.
Jerry didn’t answer, he simply walked away with his head down and thinking about what lure to use.
Hazel decided to go and get something to eat. She realized that she was like the others she had seen, too lazy to set up the camping kitchen. She grabbed her purse and made her way through the trees.
After ordering bacon and eggs she sat down outside and drank from her cup of tea. She didn’t like coffee but a nice tea always made her feel good. While she ate she watched some teenagers and wondered what they did for fun around the camp site. One of the boys saw her and came wandering over.
“Hi, where are your parents?” he said.
“I’m here with my step-dad, and he went fishing.”
“I’m Drake, do you mind if I sit down?”
She indicated that she was fine with it by pushing out the chair opposite hers with her foot. She finished her food and then lit a cigarette, exhaling slowly and making little rings.
“That is so cool. How do you do it?” said Drake.
She tilted her head to one side and said, “do you smoke?”
“No.”
“What’s the point in telling you then?”
They sat in silence. Hazel decided that she had been a bitch, Drake had only been friendly. He was kind of cute, a bit skinny, but with kind eyes and a nice smile.
“I’m sorry. My name is Hazel, my step-dad just walked in on me while I was changing, that’s why I am in a shitty mood.”
Drake grinned. “Shit, that sucks. What did you do?”
“I told him to fuck off.”
“Has it done it before?”
Hazel blew out another couple of smoke rings. “No, he hasn’t.”
“Good, anyway, me and my friends were thinking about going to the beach, do you want to come?”
“Sure. I need to get my bikini first.”
She got up and hurried back to the tent where she changed into her bikini and put her shorts back on. By the time she reached the beach she could hear the others laughing and screaming.
When she reached them, Drake came out of the water and said, “hey, cool that you came.” He pointed at the other guy and said, “that’s Jake. The girl on the towel is Linda and the one chasing Jake is Laura. There was a third girl, but she left with her family after breakfast.”
Hazel walked over to Linda and introduced herself.
“Nice to meet you, you can share my towel if you want,” said Linda.
“Thanks.” Hazel took off her shorts and sat down next to her new friend.
Linda was shorter than Hazel with brown hair and blue eyes. She wore a one piece bathing suit which was white and pink. Her skin was deeply tanned which was strange consider the bad weather they had had.
Linda must have noticed Hazel looking at her because she said, “I was in Florida a week ago, visiting my grandparents, that’s why I have a tan.”
“OK, cool.”
Hazel lay down and when she did, Linda noticed the tuft of pubic hair sticking up under the hem of Hazel’s bikini bottom. She wasn’t sure what to say, she had just met Hazel, but being a kind and helpful person she said, “you might want to do something about that.”
With her eyes closed, Hazel said, “about what?”
“Eh, your bush.”
Hazel’s eyes flew open and she sat up. “What the heck is wrong with everyone? My step-dad ogles me when I change, a girl I have just met tells me to shave my pussy, what the fuck?”
“Calm down, it was only a suggestion, OK. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
Hazel got up and without a word walked into the water until it reached her midriff and then she dove in.
Drake walked over to Linda and said, “what was that about?”
When Linda had told him, he said, “shit, no one likes a big bush. I think you did the right thing by telling her.”
“So did I, but she got angry.”
*****
Jerry watched the group of youngsters from where he stood some two hundred yards away. He was pretty sure Hazel was among them. She was easy to spot, being a head taller than the other girls.
He wondered what they were talking about and…
