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"This time? Alcohol," she says softly. "Unlike you, I do have a problem. I can admit that. Now. But I do want to change."
“This time?” I ask.
She nods. “This is my third time through.”
“You’re what… twenty?”
“Twenty-one,” she corrects me. “My folks sent me here the first time when I was fourteen. They found weed in my backpack. The second time, I was seventeen. They found coke in my room. And this time, it’s because they—no, because I have a problem with alcohol. I’ve beaten my other vices but it’s like every time I beat one, I develop a new one.”
She looks down at her hands, which are folded in her lap, and frowns. I can see how hard she's struggling to keep her emotions in check and keep the tears that are welling in her eyes from falling. This is obviously difficult for her. I personally can't imagine what it's like to live with a lifelong addiction like hers or one that requires multiple trips through rehab.
“I have to get it right this time though,” she says softly. “My folks told me that this is it. This is the last time they’ll pay to send me here and if I can’t get it right, if I can’t beat my addictions, then they’re going to cut me off. They’ll disown me.”
This time, Sara can’t keep the tears from falling and she angrily scrubs them away with the back of her hand and sniffs loudly.
“Sorry,” she says without looking up. “It’s just… it’s tough.”
“There’s nothing for you to be sorry about. And you’re going to get it right this time, Sara. I’m going to help you get it right.”
She raises her watery gaze to me, a lopsided smile on her face. “You’ll… you’ll help me?”
I nod. “Absolutely.”
She giggles then flies off her bed and flattens me with an enthusiastic hug. I have no idea why I offered to help this girl I don’t even know. Worse, I don’t even know how I wouldn’t know how to go about helping her even if I tried. Maybe it’s something they’ll teach me here. I don’t like seeing people in pain and try to help when and where I can. I’ve always been that way.
Sara gets off me but can’t keep the smile off her face, all pretense of the tough girl she was exuding earlier gone completely. And I can’t help but smile at her in return. Sara is likable. I hadn't planned on connecting with anybody here, but her energy is infectious, she seems sweet, and I find myself liking this girl.
“So,” she says and grabs my arm. "How about we go walk around a bit before lunch? And with any luck, Director Ballard will be there so I can start casting my womanly charms.”
I laugh and shake my head. “Your womanly charms, huh?”
“Oh yes,” she replies. “I am going to screw him before this session is over.”
“Well, happy hunting, girl.”
Both of us still laughing, I let her lead me outside for a walk around the grounds. The entire time though, I’m doing my best to quell the white-hot stab of envy piercing me in a hundred different places. It’s silly. No, it’s stupid. But the thought of Sara sleeping with Director Ballard makes me feel… jealous. And it makes me feel jealous simply because I want to be the one sleeping with him.
3
It’s a clear, cloudless day and there’s a bit of an autumn chill in the air. Although I’m one of those people who enjoy dark, rainy days—thunderstorms have always been my favorite—I still love weather like this. Ironically enough, it was my time here at Forward Path that gave me an appreciation for it. I remember enjoying the hikes through the forest on days like this. Breathing in the cool, crisp air and savoring the scent of the pines and musky aroma of the forest had always given me a charge I enjoyed.
I’m not saying this is what helped me chase away my demons and got me clean and sober. But being out among trees that are hundreds of years old, marveling at nature’s beauty, and breathing air that’s clean and fresh helps you clear your head. It helps you focus on something other than figuring out when you’re going to take your next drink or get your next fix. It’s cliché to say, but a walk through nature like this is cleansing. Healing. And it really makes you see and appreciate how small we are in the grand scheme of things.
I don’t think my charges today though, have the same sort of appreciation I felt. I stop beside the path and let the ten of them file past me, my eyes fixed on Jordan Hyde. I watch the way the muscles in her toned legs flex as she walks and picture myself running my fingers through that long, red hair. I let myself imagine what it would feel like to have her lean forward, feeling my cock deep inside of her as she rode me, letting the ends of her fiery locks brush against my chest. It’s a thought that sends a pleasurable shudder through my body.
After finding out who she is, I’ve spent a lot of time watching Jordan. I’ve listened in on her counseling sessions, have pored over her file a thousand times, and have watched how she interacts with the staff as well as the other guests in this session. She’s a kind girl. Sweet. She’s got a giving and caring soul and seems to go out of her way to help those who need it. I’ve seen that most clearly when it comes to her bunkmate, Sara Jensen, whom Jordan has taken under her wing. I’ve watched as Jordan has tried to help Sara acclimate with the other guests around camp. Sara is an odd, awkward girl, so Jordan has only had varying bits of success in that regard.
“How much longer are we going to be out here, Director Ballard?”
I turn to see Malcolm Barnes filing past me. He’s looking worn out, bedraggled, and utterly exhausted… which is pathetic given the fact that we’ve barely gone two miles yet. Barnes is a mouthy twenty-something who comes from a privileged background—both of his parents are very successful attorneys. But his idea of a day well spent was sitting in their basement playing video games, getting high, and powering through a pile of blow. He’s also been spending a lot of time chatting Jordan up. Or at least trying to. She hasn’t seemed interested in his advances, but it still annoys me whenever I see him trying to lean into her.
“We’re going to be out here until I decided it’s time to go back, Barnes. Now, shut your mouth and keep walking,” I snap. “We’re out here to enjoy nature, people. We’re out here to breathe in the crisp air and gain some perspective on life. So, let’s have a little less bitching and a little more introspection, huh?”
I turn to see a small smile flicker across Jordan’s full, pouty lips. She quickly turns away from me, although not before I see her cheeks flush, giving her a natural, healthy, and beautiful glow. She’s not wearing makeup, which I’m glad to see. Jordan is a naturally beautiful girl and I like to see that, rather than see her cover up that beauty by caking on the makeup like some girls do. She doesn’t need it.
As she’s passing me on the trail, she trips over the exposed root of one of the trees that line the path. A sharp squeal bursts from her throat and her eyes widen as she starts to fall. Moving quickly, I step in and catch her before she lands face-first on some jagged rocks on the trail, and she clings to me tightly. The instant my hands touch her skin, I feel like they’ve been set on fire. She looks at me with a wide-eyed gaze that makes it seem like she’s feeling it too. My hands tingle and my veins fille like they’ve been filled with magma.
Holding her as close as I am, I can feel not just her full, soft breasts against my chest, but how hard her heart is thundering inside of her. Goosebumps march up and down my skin as her warm breath washes across my neck. Everything in me wants to press her up against the wide trunk of one of the trees that surround us, yank down her shorts, and fuck her right there. With her firm, yet supple, body pressed so tightly to mine, I feel my cock stirring and starting to stiffen.
