The Island, Chapter 40
Chapter 40 It was almost dinnertime when I got back to camp, and the cooks were hard at work with the fish caught by Do Hun’s class this morning. Whatever they were making, it was starting to smell good. I watched the cheerleaders chopping fruit for a moment, enjoying the play of their lithe young bodies under their skimpy clothing. My ogling was rewarded by the brief flash of my favorite cheerleader’s entire right tit, visible through the oversized armhole of her tank top, as she dumped some papaya into a bucket. God, was she beautiful. I watched, entranced, as the heavy orb, nicely tanned and tipped with its succulent fat nipple, swayed back and forth as she worked. I really needed to talk to her, and at least find out her name. Something always …