I woke up to my alarm, which was not really an alarm, but a set time where a radio station turns on really loud. I never really remember my dreams, wh...ch is something new, I always used to remember my dreams. My body is sweating, and in the back of my head I always think: ”Did I pee myself?.” Of course I didn’t because that would be silly. I don’t know why it would be silly, because I had no clue if I did pee myself or not. I could only find that out if I smelt my wetness which was either sweat. The night in the tent was the most exciting night of my life and I think in a way we all enjoyed it for our own special reasons in full knowledge that raw lust was the driving force that made us closer than cousins should really be.We stopped and took a break in a sort of semi-open glade that had an abundance of the kind of green ground cover that the florist used to complement their floral arrangements. I can't remember the name of it but they sort of filled out the bouquet and made it look. “You right there big bird?” She poked sharply.“Oh! Yeah fine, babe,” he replied, spinning around to face her with a stupid grin on his face.Rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms, Suki released a contemptuous sigh. “What’s wrong with you? Have you never been in a chick’s room before?”Bingo! She’d nailed it in one go, and Dillon laughed hollowly for a few seconds, waving her off dismissively before dropping the act. “Umm, yeah. First time actually,” he deadpanned and Suki cackled. She could. I hated having to undress in front of other boys every day of class. Ironic, then, that I now spent most evenings undressing and pleasuring the biggest jock in school. Though bigger than the middle school locker room, everything else is about the same with the taupe lockers, narrow blue plastic benches, and white brick walls. There's dampness in the air. Did this come from the showers or the girls? The fresh, strong smell of sweat and an underwhelming odor of chlorine bleach fills my.