Katha pt.3 - Drunk girls' shit smell contest

A few weeks after Kathas "birthday shitting", our school class was out for a vacation trip to a camp near a small city some 100 miles away from home. The ride was supposed to go on for three days. The time that we didn't need for the transfer ride was meant for trips to nearby destinations that were of some "educational value" such as old castles, caves and so on. For some reasons I never understood, the teachers had decided the whole year of our school was to go on this trip together: about 140 students, me and Katha among them. The promotional ads of the camp had sounded promising: there should have been a large indoor swimming pool, a disco, arcade machines and more to make the stay pleasant (no Internet or PS3 or something like that since we're in the year 1994, only if you wonder). Well, reality proved to be a bit different from this: the camp consisted of about three dozen of small houses, each for 6 persons, and a large main building where meals were served. The swimming area we never got to even see, I don't know if it even existed or was just closed for us. The disco was cancelled for unknown reasons, and just one arcade machine was available. Even worse, the meals: we arrived about lunchtime the first day, but lunch was not included that day, and it was just impossible to buy something to eat out there. So we hoped for dinner and got the next shock: dinner was a soup of 99.99% pure water, the diminishing rest were ingredients as beans, some fibers of meat and some spices about the same concentration, and some bread that was not nearly enough for about 140 students the age of 17 and 18 years old. Disaster was being programmed.

The evening came, and there was absolutely nothing to do - in the living houses, there were TVs, but the signal qualitiy was so poor one could get eye cancer by trying to watch the snow on the screen, so watching TV was not a real option. The main building was closed, as I mentioned before, no swimming pool was available, no disco, no arcade, not even a bar or something (later, I learned the camp was specialized on much younger students, about 10 - 12 years old who don't need some evening entertainment or even a night life since they're going - or are sent - to bed at 9 in the evening). Going to the next city was no option as it was away too far (about 2 miles), we had no vehicles at our hands (we were on this trip with two chartered buses), and this city had, even if we had walked down there, about as much nightlife as the camp itself - none at all.

But somehow, a youth clique from the city had realised new people (us) had arrived at this camp. As most of them were slightly older than we, they already had cars - and as soon as they knew some people about their age were there, they used their cars for a fluent cargo traffic between the camp and the city. The cargo was: beer, whine, champagne, vodka and whiskey - whatever alcoholic drink you could wish for, they provided it. After the disastrous non-dinner of the evening and the sheer frustration about the boring camp, they found willing customers.

That evening, I was sitting with some of my buds in our house playing cards. Others went by now and then to bring in beer and drinks... and the others got drunk more and more. I didn't take part in the collective drinking since beer is just not my taste (untypical for a man, I know, but that's me), I stayed with my coke (without vodka). A reasonable card-playing became soon impossible as the others got hammered more and more, my best bud had lost his cigarettes in another house and went off in search of them, so I was left on my own. I really wasn't into sitting in the house with the others gulping beer and vodka and smoking like defective diesel engines, so I got out and wandered around aimlessly for maybe half an hour. Outside, it had gotten dark already as we were in March and it was about 9:30 p.m., and it was raining slightly - a pretty uncomfortable weather but being inside wasn't all the more appealing to me.

As I wandered around, I passed one of the other houses. Sure enough, Katha was standing outside, smoking and chatting with other girls. Of course, she spotted me and gleefully came up to me.
"Hi Michael! Whattaya doing so alone outside in the cold?"
She flung her arms around me, and I could clearly smell it: she had drunken champagne, and the way she spoke told me it was more than just one small glass.
"What else should I do? Sitting around with the other idiots and watching them get hammered? No."
She made a face.
"You have no sense for fun, Michael! Relax and have some fun, therefore we're off the school and here!"
Now it was my turn to make a face.
"What's so funny about sitting there, gulping beer and smoking so one can't see the hand before his eyes anymore? Not my kind of fun."
"Maybe you have more fun with us girls? We're not into beer, and we don't smoke inside the house, we're going outside to smoke... like that."
With that, she took a breath of her cigarette and blew the smoke in my direction. I choked demonstratively and waved around with my hands.
"Ooops, sorry... didn't mean that. Please, come in with us, you're such an intelligent guy always... maybe you feel better with us, and wandering around in the rain, cold and dark surely isn't that much fun, either."
Well, she was right about this point, so I followed her in. The students were given places in the houses, strictly divided by genders: in a house, normally only boys or only girls would sleep. We went into the living room. There were some other girls sitting around, all drinking some champagne or sweet tasting drinks, but it clearly was not the just-getting-hammered I had seen in the boys houses. Besides, the room looked friendlier, tidyer than the one in my house, and it was warm in here - which came right to me as the moist cold outside had already begun to leak through my clothes and creep into my bones. I took a look at the other girls - five of them I knew at sight, they were from other classes but from my school and the same year, but one girl, a cute brown-haired with nice long hair, a slim figure and a dreamy look on her face I didn't recognize. Katha had followed my look.
"That's Samantha, she's from the city here and doesn't want to hang around with the guys she already knows, but our guys are out of business, too, as they only are into drinking, so she's here with us for the moment", she introduced the girl to me.
"Hi", Samantha said shyly, giving me a look that was shy but promising as well.

For the next about 30 minutes, we sat there, chatting, the girls continued to drink some of their respective drinks. They offered me, too, but save for a glass of champagne, I stayed "dry". After some time, some of the other girls of my school got either bored or tired, two or three of them said goodnight and went off for the upper stage of the small house where the sleeping rooms were, the other two went off as they either belonged to other houses or wanted to see for the boys. Only Katha, Samantha and I remained in the living room.
"Maybe its a bit hot in here", Samantha said with a sweet voice but I could clearly hear she had drunken quite a lot that evening. She went up and turned on the radio, where just at that moment Latin / Brazilian music was playing.
"Would love to dance in the appropriate outfit, but I just have my boring undies on", she commented. I grinned.
"Wouldn't mind see you dancing in your undies, or even better, without them", I commented. She blushed.
"Nooo... to south american music, I would have to wear a bikini... not everyday undies... it's not like holiday without a bikini, but I don't have one here right now."
"If that's all, maybe I can help", Katha grinned. Off she was, only to come back a minute later with some fabrics in her hand. A part of that, she threw to Samantha (who, of course, missed to catch it but rather had to collect it from the floor, while she did that I could watch into her T-shirt and saw two nice small titties), the other she waved around.
"Here, thats mine. Had brought them for the swimming pool that was supposed to be here, but if these idiots here are too stupid to open it and let us in, we can celebrate the beach party right here as well."
"Thanks, Katha... where can I change...?"
Katha just rolled her eyes.
"And they always say I'M from a village. Michael won't look you any parts away, I'm sure...! - Oh, well, if you can't get undressed in front of him... bathroom is out the door and to the right."
Samantha went off. Katha was less shy and started to undress. I sat on the sofa and watched the show.
"Take care your eyes aren't just shooting out", she commented as she got nude. This, of course, was not meant as a strip for me: she did not strip off her clothes erotically slow but just threw them aside, but for a short moment, I had a nice view at her carefully shaven pussy, and I let out a whistle. She just gave me a grin, then she stood there, wearing a nice but not provoking bikini. A moment later, Samantha came back in with unsure steps, wearing only a bikini similiar to Katha's, and I could see her nice, slim figure with the small, firm B cup tits, and I let out another whistle.
"Pretty, really pretty. Do you have a shaven pussy just like Katha?"
Samantha again blushed, but wearing a bikini obviously made her feel herself much sexier than with her normal clothes just minutes earlier, and with a beautiful shyly smile, she pulled down the front of her bikini panties just enough I could see the neatly trimmed strip of hair she had let on, otherwise, her pussy was as smoothly shaven as Katha's. With one eye, I could see Katha had looked, too. Before we could see her pussy lips, she quickly placed the panties back in place, her face red hot but smiling.
"Well, thats really nice", I complimented her. "Would return the favor, but I don't have a swimsuit with me, only my boxer shorts."
"Why didn't you bring a swimsuit?", Katha asked as if she wanted to say, 'you idiot, didn't you wanna take the chance in the pool?'
"Because I cannot swim at all, as you might know. Besides, pool water always contains chlorine, it has to, you know that too - but my skin doesn't stand this, I'd just get into major skin troubles by getting into pool water. So no need for a swimsuit."
She seemed a bit disappointed.
"Oh. Well. Didn't know that. But hey, you're unfair - here are two girls standing nearly naked in front of you, and you wear complete street gear? C'mon, get off this clothes, it's warm enough in here!"
I grinned.
"If you would give me a hand..."
I stretched my arms high above my head, and both girls didn't need a second invitation. They approached me and began to strip my clothes off, and I must say, both of them had really experted hands... when it came down to my jeans, I could feel my dick starting to react. Both girls smiled.
"Nice to see you're not hammered like the rest of these idiots out there", Katha commented. Samantha said nothing, but her smile became a more dirty touch. Soon, I sat there with only my boxer shorts on.
"And now? Maybe a little threesome?", I suggested. Samantha gasped for air in surprise, I guessed no one ever had made such a suggestion while she was present. But Katha shook her head.
"Always the same with you boys. Making big promises, but if we accept, you guys just shoot your load and get off."
"Don't underestimate me", I warned her.
"But really:", she continued, with Samantha following us with an open mouth, obviously she really wasn't used to 'plain language': "What if the teachers come in here right now? You know they announced they will go round for some checks eventually, and it's surely not the best idea to have them find us fucking right here."
Well, she was obviously right about that. Samantha, in the meantime, had turned her attention to the radio: 'Lambada' was starting to play, and she started to move. Her movements were a bit unsure because of the alcohol, but she clearly had done this before. She came up to me and took my hand.
"C'mon, lets dance...!"
She pulled me up from the sofa, I grabbed her, and we started to dance. I had no idea of the single steps, but it seemed she didn't mind.
"Seems like you know the dance and the steps", I commented. She looked at me happily.
"I was with my parents in Rio for vacation just last month, during the winter break here. Oooo, it was sooo much fun... but they didn't let me go out with boys... but it was sooo nice there... the warmth, the people, everything..."
Her voice trailed off as she seemed to relive their vacation and her carnival-in-Rio experience. I for myself enjoyed the feeling of this girl, nearly nude, in my arms, but caught a look of Katha: she sat at the sofa with an undeterminable look at her face. Could it be she was getting jealous, I wondered?
The song ended, and after some seconds, Samantha stopped to dance and opened her eyes. I tried to fix them, but they spinned around: she couldn't get a clear fix anymore.
"I'm drunk", she murmured. "I'm just a drunk girl who can't anymore..." - she trailed off, and leaned against me. I held her body upright, not really knowing what to do about this.
"I have to poop", she murmured but made no effort to let me go and go to the bathroom.
"What?", I asked - maybe I just had heared wrong.
"I must poop", she repeated with a slightly squealing voice. "But I can't, good girls don't poop, clean girls don't poop, I can't shit here..." - her voice, once again, trailed off, I suspected she didn't really know what she was talking anymore. Clearly, by dancing the alc in her blood had gotten into her brain really fast now, making her what she was admitting herself: a drunken girl. I ...


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