Sex Camp (18+)

Chapter 8- Blaize | The Yummy Things You Can Find in a Dining Hall

Chapter 8: The Yummy Things You Can Find in a Dining Hall

Blaize entered the dining hall, with her blonde hair pulled back in a high ponytail and a skirt so short, that if she bended down just the right way. The whole campus could sneak a peak at whats underneath.

The dining hall had a rustic and antique look to it, luminous bulbs covered the ceiling with fans scattered around every alternative table. The smell of warm bread and a honey-like sweet substance wafted through the air. At the end of the long hall full of rows of small bench like tables that could fit a maximum of four people each, there was a buffet-like spread and students were lined up, plates on their hands waiting to be fed.

On the tables Blaize passed, students were gathered around in the specialised cliques gossiping and most probably bubbling with even more shit to say about this camp.

She didn't care how amazing everyone thought this camp was, after todays meeting-she was going to escape. She figured it all out last night, classes would start tomorrow morning and there was no way she was going to stay for that shit. She would get out of this camp even if she had to do it the hard way and get suspended from campus grounds.

Blaize rolled her eyes as she passed the tables not looking at the groups on each table. If Faye was in the hall, she would see her, and knowing Faye Watson, Blaize didn't have to move. Faye would come to her. She looked down beneath her, her chin slightly up and headed for the last table that was empty, all except for plates, cutlery, salt and pepper and a jug of water and cups.

She was stopped short by a pair of lean legs wearing black denim, she trailed the legs up to a young man with a body that immediately made her bite her lip and smirk. She could tell he wasn't a student, high school students don't dress that way, that handsomely sexy but still fashionable way. He wore a grey shirt underneath a coat that had buttons all around the edges of it, but none of them were buttoned up. He had his hands fitted inside his coat pockets, so she couldn't tell how old he was exactly. You can always tell a persons age by their hands. But she knew that he was in his late twenties by his face. His face. Blaize stopped short of looking him up and down, and saw that he had one eyebrow slightly quirked up looking amused at Blaize. She didn't blush when she knew that he saw her looking at him. She wanted him to know she was.

With light olive skin and dark ruffled hair, he was well built yet lean, he stood taller than Blaize and had dark hazel eyes that stared straight at Blaize.

"I hope you know that what you're wearing is considered inappropriate and can be taken offensively to many." He said. Blaize swallowed when she heard his voice. He sounded like rough sex.

She looked straight up at him, challenging him, and copied his amused stare "I don't know, it can be appropriate for lots of other things, Professor?.."

He narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to the side studying Blaize "Professor Hudson"

"Blaize Campbell" she told him, stretching out her hand for formality, but mostly for the fact, that she wanted to see his hands to confirm her first thought of his age.

"I didn't ask"

"Well, I told you anyway" She replied and when she noticed he wasn't going to take her hand she looked down at her stretched hand and then back up at him grinning "I hope you know that refusing to shake someones hand is considered inappropriate and can be taken offensively to many"

With a flutter of her eyelids, she noticed him stare at her and then a corner of his mouth slightly turned up in a smile, he shook her hand. But she couldn't look at his hands, she was too distracted by what his eyes were doing. He was studying her so deeply, that she had to blink a couple of times to look away from him. This time she did blush, but not out of embarrassment, out of fear. He was trying to find something, or at least he looked like he was.