Page 2 of Last Summer

Chapter one

THE STRANGERS

DANICA

One Year Later

Saturday

Coming back here always makes me anxious.

It’s been nearly an entire year, and yet, the pain of his death still feels fresh.

Like a wound that became infected and now refuses to scab over.

Time heals all wounds, my ass. All time does is turn the burning wounds of sorrow into festering scars that rot you from the inside out.

That’s exactly what Jonathan’s death did to me.

I had a bright future, an athletic scholarship to a good college, and a large group of friends.

Then he died and my world collapsed around me.

I’ve barely even talked to my family over the past several months.

My sister grew so fed up with me that she stopped returning my texts.

They said it was an accident, that he was driving under the influence and swerved too late.

He wasn’t wearing a seat belt and was ejected.

He died before the ambulance arrived, they said.

They said a lot of things while I just sat in stunned silence.

The funeral was the worst of it. Everyone gave me their sympathy, but I didn’t want their prayers, I wanted things to go back to how they were before.

His twin sister was apparently too upset to go.

I wish I had thought of that. Now, nearly a year has passed and I’m just barely getting by.

My part-time bartending position doesn’t even cover my half of the bills.

It’s pitiful. At least my camming is more lucrative.

It’s not the side hustle I thought I’d be doing at twenty, but it sure as shit is better than working several crap jobs and running myself ragged to make cash.

I get off and I get cash. What’s not to love?

Plus, it led me here. The woods become more and more dense with each moment that passes us by.

The green streaks of the looming evergreens rush past the window as we cruise down the twisty mountain highway.

I received an invite to this exclusive content creators mountain retreat last month.

The proximity to the location of Jonathan’s accident made me hesitant, but the promised payout and upfront deposit to my Cash App to show good faith were too hard to ignore.

Plus, Abby also got the invite. It’s not like serial killers lure you out into the woods to murder you along with others, right ?

“How much longer?” Abby whines from beside me.

She has the visor down and is primping herself in the mirror.

Her bleached blonde hair is stick straight today.

She looks down and adjusts her breasts beneath the hem of her teal halter top.

The color compliments the spray tan she recently had touched up.

The shimmering pink lip gloss she’s applied makes her lips look plump.

Our bags are mostly filled with slutty get-ups, makeup, filming equipment, pills, weed, and booze.

Sex, drugs, and strangers in the woods. What could go wrong?

“I get like almost no signal out here so the GPS isn’t really working,” I tell her as I glance down at my phone which is currently still searching for our current location on the map app.

Even the radio doesn’t work this far out from civilization.

Abby plugged in her phone and her annoying pop music streams through the speakers of my ancient SUV.

One day I’ll get my shit together, get a real job, and get a nice car.

But that feels so far away, like a different me in a different lifetime.

Right now, I’m just trying to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

“How the fuck are we supposed to film and stream without service?” my roommate and best friend asks as she adjusts her tiny white mini skirt.

My eyes fall to her exposed thighs. I can’t help but let my gaze linger.

She might be high maintenance and slightly annoying, but when we’re both fucked up and the cameras are rolling, she’s undeniably a great fuck.

We never mess around off camera. It’s ground rule number one.

That would make things complicated and messy.

That’s not what this is between us. We’re just friends who sometimes fool around while streaming it for cash.

“I assume they’ll have some type of hotspot or hub or something set up there.” I shrug, and return my eyes to the road. I can’t wait to get between her slender thighs, but there will be plenty of time for that this weekend.

“We could always film, then edit and upload when we get home,” Abby suggests as she closes the visor and shifts her body to look out the window.

“But it’s more fun to interact with our followers live, you know?

I love when they pop in the chat and give us naughty little ideas on how to play with each other.

” Her eyes stay trained out the window but her fingers fall to my thigh.

Her hand slides up my leg towards the peak.

I resist the urge to squirm despite the growing need she’s eliciting.

“Behave, Abby,” I warn as I try my best to focus on the road.

She cups my pussy through my thin leggings. She turns her body towards mine and presses her full breasts against my body. My knuckles grip the wheel, and I desperately try to focus.

“Don’t you want me, babe?” she whines as she grinds the heel of her palm against my clit.

Shit . She’s already taken some E apparently.

“Later, sweet girl, I can see the campsite.”

I’m not lying to her, the road curves to the side and the trees begin to thin as a clearing comes into view up ahead.

Four large round structures with stretched canvas and wood plank patios are situated in a semi circle in the middle of the clearing.

In the middle of the yurts is a fire pit.

There are three cars parked on a small hill off to the side.

I guess this is the end of the road. My stomach twists in discomfort as if I can sense that something isn’t right here.

But I shake it off. Everything will be fine, I’m just being silly.

I park next to a rundown looking silver Jeep.

On the other side of the Jeep is some small green sedan, and then closest to the campsite is a small white convertible.

How the hell the little sports car got up here I’m not sure.

I nearly tap my bumper on the large evergreen in front of me as I park as far tucked into the trees as I can.

As soon as the car is in park, Abby throws the door open and hurries to grab her things from the back.

“Come on, babe,” she hollers from behind the car as she runs down the small hill and makes her way towards the camping ground.

We both received a mysterious invite from a PR account a few weeks ago for this content creator retreat.

It was marketed as an opportunity to meet up with other up-and-coming creators in order to make combined content and do some marketed livestream events.

The PR group has been pushing it like crazy ever since everyone agreed, and the hype around this has done amazing things for my OnlyFans following.

In just a few weeks, my subscriber numbers have doubled.

Abby’s have nearly tripled. We’ve been holding off on doing any new content together in order to build up the suspense for this.

Don’t get me wrong, we’ve been teasing the shit out of our fans, but we haven’t done much more than make out with each other lately.

Stepping out of the car to follow Abby, I’m immediately struck by the cool, clean mountain air. It smells like pine and dirt. It’s so different from the hot stink of the city. It’s refreshing.

I grab my things and lock the car before making my way towards the center of the yurts.

Abby is sitting on a log bench around a fire pit with two other girls and one guy.

The girl directly across from Abby looks tough.

She’s definitely a domme. She has tanned skin covered in ink and thick dark hair that falls below her shoulders on one side but is buzzed on the other side.

Her snakebite piercings glint in the bright sunlight.

She catches me staring and winks. I feel my cheeks heat and my pale skin flush.

On Abby’s right is a petite little thing.

She’s a total ginger—bright red hair and pale skin.

She even has freckles splattered across her cheeks.

She looks uncomfortable and uneasy. I wonder if perhaps she’s not an OnlyFans content creator.

I assumed we all made the same type of content, but I really didn’t look into the other participants.

The male sits on Abby’s left. He’s tall and broad with dark hair and piercing blue eyes.

I feel my pussy clench as I rake my gaze over his rippling muscles.

He has a strong square jaw covered in dark stubble.

He’s huge and my mind quickly wanders into the gutter, wondering if his cock is as well endowed as the rest of him.

Abby clears her throat as I drool over Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome. “And this is my roommate, Danica.”

The mention of my name snaps me out of my lust induced haze.

“Hey,” I raise my hand awkwardly in greeting.

“Lucy,” the biker babe across from Abby says before taking a hit from her vape. I wonder what she’s got in there and if she’d share in exchange for a little finger action.

The man rises to his full height, dusting his hands on his dark jeans. They cling to his muscular legs in the most enticing way. It’s clear—I want to climb that man like a tree and let him pound me into oblivion. Please let him be an OnlyFans creator too.

“Chris,” he states as he offers me his hand to shake. His voice is deep and smooth like rolling smoke. It’s sexy as fuck.

“Danica,” I respond as I reach out and shake his hand.

“I gathered,” he smirks. Damn, I’m gonna need new panties.

We all look to the final girl. It’s clear she is uncomfortable, and I wonder again why she’s here.

“Sarah,” she finally tells us, her voice barely above a whisper.

Abby and I exchange a look. Who the hell invited her?

Before anyone has a chance to get to know each other any better, the sound of car tires approaching on the dirt road pulls all our attention away.

A large truck drives up behind the rest of our cars.

Rather than pulling up alongside the rest of us though, they back up and spin their truck so it’s perpendicular to ours, essentially blocking us all in. Who the hell parks like that?

The door swings open and out hops one of the most gorgeous women I’ve ever seen.

She’s tall and muscular but with plenty of curves.

Her ass is tight and round and bouncy. My mouth waters thinking about sinking my teeth into that ass.

Her sleek black hair falls down her back, shimmering like a waterfall.

She smiles and her green eyes light up with a hint of mischief as she saunters towards us.

Her crop top rides up just enough to expose the toned expanse of her stomach with a dangling gem hanging down to her low rise jeans.

Something about her looks so familiar, but I don’t think I’ve ever met her before.

It’s a strange feeling as if I’ve known her in another life.

She raises her hand above, swinging a bottle of cinnamon whisky at us while yelling, “Who’s ready to party?”