Katha pt.3 (alt) – Drunk girls shitty threesome

Please note: This is an alternate version of “Katha pt.3 – Drunk girls’ shit smell contest”. If you’ve read that story already, you may skip forward until the point where Samatha says she’s drunk and starts making a little shit in her bikini panties – until then, it’s exactly the same; from this point, story gets different.

Why an alternate version of a story? Well… during writing the first version, the characters somehow didn’t do what I wanted them to do, so I had to edit and re-write the part I wanted to be different.

Enough talk for the moment – let’s start the story.
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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.