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Does anyone have the rest of this story? I would love to read more. If
so please post it or let Me know how I can find it.

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WVMan


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>
>Girl Scout Camp Adventures 1-10 (Mf, cons, pedo,)
>
>By NetWanderer (netwanderer@juno.com)
>
>
>
>
>
>
>Warning: contents are adult erotic entertainment material. If you are a
>minor or will be offended by such material, stop right now and delete
>this
>file.
>
>
>Chapter 1 - How it all began
>
>   I've been at or around summer camps most of my life, since the age of
>
>12. Most of my life was spent at one place, but recently I've found
>myself
>moving from camp to camp, finding positions where available.
>
>   Last summer, I got a bunch of offers from various facilities.
>Unfortunately, the ones involving the most money were farther away than
>I
>wished to travel, so I ended up taking a job as an administrative
>assistant
>at a Girl Scout Camp in western Pennsylvania.
>
>   Yeah, I know what you're thinking.  How does a guy end up working at
>an
>all-girls camp?  Well, contrary to popular opinion, there are usually
>some
>guys at each facility, and in fact, I had quite a good reputation for
>doing
>that particular job.  Besides, to look at me, I'm not exactly the most
>threatening looking person in creation.
>
>   I suppose I should take this opportunity to describe myself.  I'm 27
>now, about 5'9", skinny as a rail, blond hair, blue eyes.  Unlike most
>of
>the protagonists in these stories, I feel no need to describe my other
>attributes, suffice to say that all body parts are in perfect working
>order, and sufficiently equipped to perform any tasks required.
>
>   Anyway, in order to save some transportation costs, I offered to
>escort
>one of the buses of campers coming from near my area.  A friend of mine
>dropped me off at the bus depot, where I hopped aboard number 35 to pick
>up
>our new campers.
>
>   (A digression here: At this particular camp, which shall remain
>nameless, girls came for either 1 or 2 weeks at a time, and ranged in
>ages
>from 6-15, 16 and up could be staff.  The majority of the staff was
>female,
>the only other males beside myself was one cook and 3 guys who did
>maintenance.  And the director was a bitch, which is irrelevant, but it
>feels much better to say that.)
>
>   As luck would have it, I pulled an easy run, only one pickup, and
>then
>straight to camp with 22 girls.  Piece of cake.  The bus rolled into the
>
>parking lot where we were picking up the little rugrats, and pulled up
>next
>to a small sea of girl scouts and their parents.  I stepped off the bus
>with my clipboard.  There was a small pause in the conversations around
>me,
>probably due to the unusual sight of a guy with a name badge saying
>"Girl
>Scouts of America Bus Leader."
>
>   As I called each camper's name, she gave her parents one last hug,
>tossed her carry bag or suitcase over her shoulder, and climbed onto the
>
>bus.  Now, up until this time in my life, I had never REALLY considered
>young girls to be sexy, attractive yes, but not really sexually.
>However,
>some of the smiles tossed to me by these girls on the bus put a severe
>hurting on my image of Girl Scouts as sweet, innocent girls.  Still, at
>this point, I put it down to pre-trip jitters, and imagination run amok.
>
>   Once we had all the girls aboard, I sat in my seat up front, and the
>bus
>pulled away, as the parents looked like idiots waving after the bus and
>crying, like they were never gonna see their kids again.
>
>   Now this was a school bus, the kind that has a jump seat up front in
>the
>center, and this is where I was sitting, facing all the campers, who
>were
>in the first bunch of rows, with all their luggage behind them.  (It
>never
>ceases to amaze me how much STUFF campers bring to camp, even if only
>for a
>week.  Admittedly, the girl scouts were more reasonable than most,
>but....Sorry, I'm rambling again).
>
>   The ride went fairly smoothly, it was only for a little over two
>hours,
>and by a half hour into it, the girls were singing all the classic camp
>favorites like (shudder) 99 bottles of beer.  I mostly had my nose
>buried
>in a book, unless called upon in that classic song "You're wanted on the
>
>telephone", where I poked my head and answered the requisite lines.  If
>you
>went to summer camp, I'm SURE you know the song.
>
>   Anyway, during one of these rounds, I happened to notice that one of
>the
>campers, a girl about 13 years old, has her legs spread far apart, so
>that
>I could see her pinkish panties up under the uniform skirt she wore.  I
>must have stopped and stared for a second, because I caught her looking
>at
>me, at which time I blushed, and lowered my head.
>
>   A while later, when the singing had toned down a bit, I heard a
>camper
>in the back calling my name, saying she was feeling a bit sick.  After
>the
>required handing out of the plastic bags, moving seats around, etc., I
>returned to my jump seat.  As I was sitting down, I happened to glance
>at
>that 13-year-old again.  As we made eye contact, this time she smiled,
>and
>deliberately spread her legs open to give me the same view I had
>before.  I
>was shocked.  I quickly broke eye contact.
>
>   Now, I know many of you are thinking, WHAT?  He looked away from a
>free
>show.  Remember, at this point, I didn't know what I know now, and I was
>
>not gonna risk my job.
>
>   The rest of the trip passed without incident, and we arrived at the
>campground.  As each camper filed off the bus, I got a quick smile, or
>"seeya-later".  As the 13-year-old left the bus, by accident I'm sure,
>her
>rear end brushed against my crotch, causing a spontaneous and VERY
>intense
>erection.  She didn't look back.
>
>   As the campers checked in, I went over to the office and logged in
>myself, got my living assignment, etc.  Most of the camp consisted of
>tents
>on platforms, but in my case, RHIP and I got assigned to a small cabin
>near
>the office.  It was barely big enough for the bed, dresser, and small
>bathroom inside it, but hey, at least the walls were solid, and it was a
>
>LOT easier to mosquito proof.  I later found out that the other reason I
>
>got the cabin was that I could not very well use the bathhouses, could
>I?
>
>   The first two days or so were occupied with the various details of
>getting the camp up and running, ironing out kinks in the schedules and
>suchlike, making sure everything was where it was supposed to be, you
>get
>the idea.  I didn't get to see any of the campers much, except at meals,
>
>and even then I was only in the mess hall long enough to grab something
>and
>get back to work.  It wasn't until the fourth day or so that I actually
>had
>the chance to get out and see the girls in activities.
>
>Chapter 2 - On the fourth day....
>
>   Having been cooped up in the office for the first couple of days of
>camp, it was quite a relief to actually be able to get out and about the
>
>camp grounds.  Just for your reference, I should probably describe the
>camp
>a bit, to give you a feel for the place.
>
>   The camp facility was over 400 acres in total, only about 75- 80 of
>which were cleared, the rest woodlands.  There were eight separate main
>areas, connected by paths; 4 housing areas for different age groups
>(6-8,9-10,1112, and 13+), 1 central camp area (offices, infirmary, mess
>hall, staff cabins, 2 multi-purpose fields, and the waterfront area
>which
>housed the pool and lakefront (nice sized lake, about 15 feet at its
>deepest.)
>
>   Each housing area consisted of a number of tents, which housed 2-8
>girls/staff depending on layout, and a shower house.  Each area could
>support about 50 campers.  Besides the main area buildings there was one
>
>large "rec hall" made out of a converted barn, which served as an
>auditorium, gym, arts and craft center, rainy day play area, whatever.
>
>   Finally, there were some smaller areas that housed things like jungle
>
>gyms, mini-campsites, etc.  (Author's note: forgive the lengthy
>descriptions, but I said that this story was going to develop, and it
>will
>help your imagery.  Trust me on this.)
>
>   Anyway, as I was saying, this was my first chance to get out, so I
>took
>the opportunity to take a quick tour of the camp facilities and check in
>
>with the program staff.  I quickly strolled around the main areas,
>popping
>in to see if the Arts and Crafts people had their supplies (they were
>making those gimp bracelets.) Don't know what gimp is?  Ask a camp
>person.
>Trust me, they'll know.  A softball game was going full steam among the
>older girls.  Want a treat?  Watch developing teenage girls run bases.
>But
>I digress again.
>
>   Finally, I found myself at the waterfront area, talking with the head
>
>lifeguard.  The campers were having instructional swim, and were divided
>
>into various ability groups.  The head lifeguard and I found ourselves
>distracted by a commotion at the deep end of the pool, where some of the
>
>more advanced campers were working on diving.  The commotion had
>apparently
>been caused by a rather spectacular dive by one camper, and the other
>girls
>were applauding and asking for a repeat performance.  As the girl
>climbed
>out of the pool, I noticed to my surprise it was the girl from the bus!
>
>   Having the opportunity to do so at a 'safe distance', I took the time
>to
>give her a more thorough look as she mounted the diving board.  She was
>about 4' 8", no more than 90 lbs.  Long black hair dropped to just below
>
>her shoulders.  From this distance, I couldn't see the color of her
>eyes,
>and I felt vaguely embarrassed to find I could not recall them from the
>bus
>either.  She was wearing a two piece red bikini that nicely showed off
>her
>developing curves, almost all of her baby fat having disappeared.  The
>top
>of her bikini was just beginning to swell with her developing breasts,
>and
>you could see small nipples pushing out the fabric from the cold water
>(ever go swimming in the mountains in the AM?).  Unfortunately, I had no
>
>more time to look, as she dove cleanly into the water.  Single
>somersault,
>in case you were wondering.  Suddenly I was jerked back to reality by
>the
>lifeguard asking me a question, which apparently she had to repeat.
>Hastily, to cover my embarrassment, I answered the question, and pleaded
>
>mental fatigue from being cooped up for so long.
>
>   On the way back to the main area from the waterfront, I found myself
>pondering the thoughts I found myself having about some of our charges.
>In
>all my years of camping, I had thought about the sexual appeal of young
>girls, but only in the abstract sense.  Suddenly, I was confronted by
>the
>realization that I was in fact finding some of these girls attractive,
>and
>no longer in a platonic manner!
>
>   I came from a rather conventional nuclear family.  Little on the
>conservative side, never any abuse, nor alcohol problems, heck was only
>spanked maybe 5 times in my life, and only when I REALLY did something
>wrong.  The 'moral' part of me was telling me that this was all WRONG,
>but
>somewhere, deep in the heart of me, I felt that these yearnings were
>'right.' I put the matter on the mental back burner for a while,
>figuring
>that regardless of my feelings, I was not going to be taking any action
>on
>them, I could work it out later.
>
>   Another of my responsibilities was reviewing camper files, and as a
>result of such, I had a dossier on each camper in my office.  Having
>returned to my office, I was idly flipping through the binder on my
>desk,
>when my eyes fell upon a photo of the raven haired teen from the bus and
>
>the pool.  Almost without conscious thought, I found myself reading her
>file.  Her name was Andrea, she preferred to be called Andy.  She liked
>swimming, diving, hiking, dance and rock climbing.  She was in fact 13
>years old, having just had her birthday the previous May.  She came from
>a
>decent sized city in Western PA, and it was her third year at the camp.
>
>   As I closed the binder, my mind flashed back to the view of her
>standing
>on the diving board, poised to jump, hands over her head.  I was able to
>
>clearly recall almost every detail of the scene with surprising clarity,
>
>and found myself wondering if she had to shave to wear the bottom of
>that
>bikini outfit.
>
>   Just then, my reverie was interrupted, as the program director
>knocked
>on my office door, and asked if I could do her a favor...
>
>Chapter 3 - On the ropes...
>
>   "A favor?", I asked the Program Director.  I've learned to be wary
>when
>someone asks me a question like that, sometimes you bite off more than
>you
>can chew.  This one was fairly straightforward though, the staff person
>who
>handled our adventure challenge program was "feeling a little out of
>sorts"
>(any guesses, people?) and could I fill in?  Being qualified to handle
>such
>things, and more than ready for another reason to get out of the office,
>I
>gladly agreed.
>
>   This particular morning, there was a group of 9 of the younger girls,
>
>aged 10 or so.  We were working on the low challenge course, which is a
>collection of obstacles that the girls had to pass, working as a group.
>
>   To digress for a moment, and answer a reader question, the girls were
>
>not required to wear uniforms at all times, only on "official" Girl
>Scout
>occasions.
>
>   The first challenge was called the 'all-aboard' and consists of a
>platform about 3 feet square, and 1 foot off the ground.  The object is
>to
>get all your team onto the platform at the same time, for long enough
>time
>to sing a refrain of a popular song, which this time was "Row, Row, Row
>your boat."
>
>   (Author Note: I don't want to give away the solution to these
>problems,
>so in some cases I am fudging a bit.  Please understand!  Thanks!)
>
>   Of course, as soon as I started the clock to measure the time it took
>to
>complete the problem, all the girls attempted to race onto the platform
>at
>once.  One of my roles during this type of activity was to "spot" the
>campers, making sure that no one got hurt.
>
>   As the girls attempted to complete the problem, many fell off the
>platform, wherein I found myself in the position to catch them.  As I
>did
>this, I found myself inadvertently making contact with the girls' lower
>backs, thighs, rear ends, and chests.  To my embarrassment, I found
>myself
>growing excited.
>
>   To my relief, the girls managed to complete the task at hand before I
>
>lost my composure, and we went on to the discussion phase of the
>program.
>
>   The rest of the day passed without incident, and I retired to my
>cabin
>after dinner to prepare for the evening's activity, a dance.  I must
>admit,
>I was curious to see how a dance would go at an all-girl facility.
>
>   As was becoming a regular occurrence at camp, again I found myself
>surprised.  Many girls at the dance paired off, or formed groups,
>including
>the staff.  I myself was working with the DJ, but took the opportunity
>to
>dance with a number of the female staff, and on one occasion found
>myself
>inside a horde of surprisingly provocatively dressed campers.  I escaped
>
>with my composure and dignity intact, and ended up quite enjoying the
>evening.
>
>   As I climbed into bed, and began to drift off into sleep, my mind
>focused on two of the younger female staff (Bethany and Robin, I think
>their names were)who had been dancing together, and at occasion quite
>closely during the evening....
>
>Interlude Chapter 3 - Dream Sequence...
>
>   It was after 11pm, and the dance had just ended, although the DJ and
>myself were letting some music play for the staff as we cleaned up the
>lights and stuff.  Finally, all the equipment away, we loaded the DJ's
>equipment into his car, and I went back into the Rec Hall to turn off
>all
>the lights.  As I stepped up on the stage to hit the breaker, I heard
>what
>sounded like a squeak and a moan coming from behind the backstage
>curtains.
>
>   Fearing a wild animal of some sort, this being the woods after all, I
>
>cautiously peeked around the backdrop.  Well, it was wild anyway.
>Bethany
>and Robin, two of the female staff I had seen earlier dancing together
>were
>locked in an embrace, and I could see their tongues dancing into and out
>of
>each other's mouths.
>
>   Bethany was 17 years old (I think), about 5'2", nicely built if a
>little
>on the skinny side, with full breasts and some amazing lips.  Long dark
>brown hair down almost to the middle of her back accented her eyes,
>which
>were a brilliant hazel.  She was wearing a light blue halter-top that
>left
>her middle bare, and some jeans that were so tight as to look almost
>painted on.
>
>   Robin was 16, about the same height as Bethany, although a bit
>stockier
>(but still slim by most standards).  Her breasts were not as developed
>as
>Beth's, but the nipples were prominent through the navy blouse she was
>wearing.  She had shorter hair, of a lighter shade of brown, which
>curled a
>little at the end, just above the base of her neck.  Her ass was tight
>and
>firm, nicely accented by the denim shorts she was wearing, which also
>showed off her coltish legs.
>
>   From where I was standing, the hanging backdrop obscured most of me
>from
>the view of the girls or anyone who should happen to walk into the
>mostly
>darkened Rec Hall.  Since the girls seemed "wrapped up" in each other, I
>
>threw caution to the winds and decided to enjoy the show.
>
>   Beth pulled her face away from Robin's and began to nuzzle the side
>of
>her neck.  I watched as Robin's hands slowly slid up under the other
>girl's
>shirt, and through the thin material, I could see her fingers gently
>massage Beth's breasts, rolling the nipples between her fingers.  Beth
>raised her head and let out a small moan (the sound I heard before).
>Robin
>took the opportunity and quickly flipped Beth's top over her head.
>
>   Beth stood up straight, revealing her breasts, which were indeed
>nicely
>developed with light pink areolae and eraser sized nipples.  They
>weren't
>revealed for long, as Robin dropped her head and began to work on first
>one, then the other with her lips and tongue.  Beth clearly appreciated
>the
>attention, throwing her head back, and reaching around to stroke Robin's
>
>back with both hands.
>
>   This went on for a few minutes, until Beth finally pushed Robin's
>head
>away, saying she couldn't take it anymore, and now it was Robin's turn.
>Grinning, she slowly unbuttoned Robin's blouse, taking her time with
>each
>button, to Robin's obvious discomfort.  Finally, all the buttons were
>undone, and the blouse swung open.  Robin's breasts were not very large,
>
>but they were more than sufficient for Beth, who returned the attention
>Robin had been giving her earlier.
>
>   As Beth sucked gently on the other girl's rapidly hardening nipples,
>one
>of her hands reached down and began working with the snap of the younger
>
>girl's shorts, opening them, and pulling the zipper downward.  A quick
>tug
>cause the shorts to drop to the ground, revealing a pair of skimpy white
>
>panties, which barely covered Robin's rear.
>
>   Robin drew in a quick breath as the cooler night air struck her now
>exposed skin, and another as Beth's hands began to caress her cheeks.
>Beth
>stopped, and stood up, smiling widely and pausing for a quick but deep
>kiss
>as she shimmied out of her jeans.  I'd tell you what kind of panties
>were
>revealed, except she wasn't wearing any...
>
>   As Beth skinned out of her jeans, Robin hooked her thumbs into the
>waistband of her own panties and pushed them down, leaving both girls
>completely naked.  Both were naturally brown haired.
>
>   Robin pushed Beth down onto a gymnastics mat that had been left
>there,
>and knelt down between her friend's legs.  Beth lay there with her knees
>
>up, giving me a delicious view as Robin began to gently run her finger
>up
>and down her friend's cunt.  Soon, you could see the moisture form
>around
>the edges of Robin's young hole as her arousal grew, also evidenced by
>the
>moaning the prone girl was doing.
>
>   Beth's groaning and shaking grew as Robin slowly slipped one finger
>into
>her now wet cunt, and began to move it in and out rhythmically.  Robin
>slowly increased her pace, then added an additional finger.  Beth almost
>
>flew off the mat.  As Robin watched her friend shudder, she abruptly
>withdrew both fingers.  Beth gasped in shock at the sudden loss of
>sensation, and begged Robin to continue.  Robin smiled and shook her
>head.
>
>   I unconsciously held my breath as I watch Robin slowly lower her head
>to
>the level of Beth's soaking wet pussy.  Would she?  Pausing only to
>flick a
>strand of hair out of the way that had fallen across her face, Robin
>dove
>right in.
>
>   Beth's hips lifted off the mat as Robin worked her tongue around her
>inflamed labia, pausing to give her clit a lick or nibble each time she
>passed it.  The older girl's moaning was so loud, I was afraid the whole
>
>camp would be coming soon!  Robin added a probing finger to her rapidly
>moving lips and tongue, and the combination proved too much for Beth to
>bear.  Her entire body jerked and spasms rippled throughout her muscles
>as
>she was racked by a powerful orgasm.
>
>   Robin continued to work her fingers in and out of the other girl's
>cunt
>until Beth stopped shaking and settled to the mat.  Robin took a quick
>look
>at her watch.  "Shit, we have to be back in the tents before curfew!
>But
>next time, it's MY turn!" Both girls grinned at each other as they
>rapidly
>cleaned themselves off.  As they got dressed, I took the opportunity to
>slip away.
>
>   END INTERLUDE
>
>   As I woke up the next day, I found my sheets in disarray.  Must have
>been one hell of a dream!  I made my way to the mess hall after a quick
>shower.  While eating breakfast, I noticed two of the girls that had
>been
>dancing at the party the night before, and the strangest thought ran
>through my mind.  Naaaaahhhh......
>
>Chapter 4 - Did someone call for Roto Rooter?
>
>   Well, by the fifth days, things had pretty much settled into routine,
>
>and after breakfast, I checked in with the office to see what the day
>held.
>To my surprise, there was a note from the director, asking me to stop by
>
>her office.
>
>   Normally, I met with the director every evening, before dinner, to go
>
>over the events of the day.  I knew of nothing of import that had
>happened
>during the day, so needless to say, I was wondering what was up.
>Closing
>the door to my office, I walked across the main lobby, and knocked on
>the
>director's door.
>
>   "Come in." I heard her voice through the wood of the door.  I opened
>the
>door and entered.  Tracy (that's the director) was sitting behind her
>desk.
>She was an attractive woman, probably 32 or so, about 5'11", maybe 120
>lbs., long black hair, and some AMAZING breasts.  Dragging my attention
>back up to her face, I tried to listen to what she had to tell me.
>
>   Fortunately, it was nothing much.  (I was afraid that she had somehow
>
>magically learned of my new leanings).  Apparently, the maintenance work
>
>had gotten a bit piled up, and me being fairly good with such things,
>would
>I mind lending a hand.  Well, it sure beat paper shuffling, and I could
>use
>the exercise.
>
>   I spent the rest of the morning doing fairly routine maintenance,
>like
>clearing brush, minor repairs, and suchlike.  I had gotten to be pretty
>good friends with the head maintenance guy, Mike, so I didn't get stuck
>with the truly disgusting jobs, like trash collection.
>
>   After lunch, I was planning on getting back to the woods, when Mike
>called me over.  Apparently, one of the shower houses was having a
>plumbing
>problem, and he didn't trust his other guys to handle it, nor did he
>have
>time.  "No problem," I said, grabbed a set of plumbing tools, and headed
>
>off to the 13+ age campsite.
>
>   Yelling to make sure the coast was clear, I went into the bath house,
>
>and hung a sign on the outside of the door, warning the girls that I was
>in
>there.  Apparently, the hot water pressure was low, which usually meant
>an
>air bubble somewhere in the system, which could cause REAL problems
>later
>(boom!).  The simplest way was to bleed the whole system, one segment at
>a
>time.  I stripped down to bathing trunks, and got to work, opening
>valves
>at each segment of the water system and checking for air pressure.
>
>   The way our shower houses were set up, there were three rooms, one
>with
>sinks and toilet stalls, one larger room with the showerheads running
>down
>the middle, and a combination entry/towel room which also had the water
>heating equipment.  The entire building was elevated about 16 inches to
>allow for access to the plumbing beneath.  In this particular shower
>house,
>the pipes to the shower area ran INSIDE a wall, with about 12 inches of
>clearance, and OF COURSE one of the access valves was at the far end of
>the
>wall.
>
>   Mumbling curses at the person who designed this system, I stuffed
>myself
>into the wall, and began slithering down to the other end, a distance of
>
>about 12 feet.  As I was about halfway there, I heard the sound of
>girl's
>voices and footsteps entering the building.  I started to call out to
>warn
>them of my presence, apparently they had missed the sign, but the dust
>that
>had piled up in the crawlspace lodged in my throat, and I could only
>manage
>a choking gasp.  Before I could clear my throat to try again, I heard
>their
>voices as they stepped into the shower area.
>
>   Directly in front of me, there was a small gap where the wallboards
>did
>not fit together correctly, and I had a clear view of the center portion
>of
>the shower room.
>
>   My jaw must have hit the floor.  Directly exposed to my now staring
>eyes
>was a group of totally naked teens.  Any thoughts of calling out were
>quickly forgotten as my eyes took in the collection of bare asses,
>breasts,
>and pussies that were displayed in front of me.  I lost view of most of
>them as they spread out to the various showerheads, but one girl stood
>directly in front of me.
>
>   I had seen her around camp before, but was not sure what her name
>was,
>and to be frank, I didn't really care at that point.  She stood facing
>away
>from me as she washed her hair, giving me a perfect view of her wet ass
>as
>the water ran down.  Every time she tilted her head back to rinse out
>the
>shampoo, I could just see the sides of her breasts.  Based on their
>moderate size, I guessed she was 15 years old or so.
>
>   After she finished washing her blonde hair, she bent over to pick up
>her
>soap from the dish on the floor, and my breath literally stopped as her
>pussy was exposed to me.  She was a natural blonde.  I started to
>breathe
>as she stood up again, and began to soap her body.
>
>   She started at the bottom, taking care to fully wash each foot and
>leg,
>running her soapy hands over every muscle.  Every time she bent over
>slightly, or flexed her legs, I got a tantalizing view of her young
>cunt.
>Her hands moved up to her ass, making sure to soap the crack between her
>
>cheeks, and then moved up to do her back.
>
>   As she turned to rinse off her back, I was treated to a wonderful
>view
>of her soaking body.  Water was dripping off her pink nipples, and I
>followed the drops down to her cunt, which was also dripping.
>
>   My eyes quickly returned to her chest as she began to soap each
>breast,
>running the bar over first one, then the other.  At this point, I had to
>
>shift within the wall space to make room for my erection, which was
>stronger and harder than any I had ever had in my life.  Somehow, I felt
>it
>grow even more as I watched her hand move down to clean between her
>legs.
>
>   Unfortunately, my view was lost as she turned around to rinse, and
>then
>moved off to get her towel.  I had some nice glimpses of other female
>flesh
>as the girls walked past to exit the shower area.  Once I heard them all
>
>leave the building, I had to wait until my breath, and my pants returned
>to
>normal, finished up my work, and exited.  Yes, that WAS the bad valve.
>
>   On the way out of the building, I noticed that my sign was laying in
>the
>muddy dirt under the shower house.  There were no tears in the sign
>where
>the thumbtack had been, so I knew some joker had removed it.  Not that I
>
>was complaining.  Gathering up my gear, I headed back to the shop, then
>my
>cabin, so 'I' could get a shower.
>
>   After dropping off the tools, I returned to my cabin, and found a
>note
>pinned to the door.  Reading it as I entered my room, I collapsed on the
>
>bed in shock.
>
>   "Did you like the show I set up for you?  I moved your sign, didn't
>think you'd mind.  More to come.  Andy."
>
>Chapter Five - "And on the sixth day...."
>
>   After the little escapade in the shower, all I wanted to do was rest
>and
>relax, but the guys from maintenance all had the night off.  So, we went
>
>into town and hit the local watering hole.  By the time we got back, I
>was
>in no shape to consider what had happened that night, let alone what to
>expect for the day ahead.
>
>   My maintenance work the day before had put me a bit behind on my
>paperwork, so I expected to spend the morning in the office catching up.
>
>While I was working, the director stopped in to let me know she was
>leaving
>camp for a few hours, therefore I was in charge.  No problem, part of
>the
>job.
>
>   I went back to my paperwork (reviewing the medical logs.  There are
>few
>ways to better ruin a good breakfast than by reading notes of treatment
>for
>yeast infections.)
>
>   About midway through the morning, there was a knock on my office
>door.
>Pushing aside the pile of medical logs (amazing how much happens in six
>days), not without a little relief, I called for the knocker to come in.
>
>   Knocker was right, or rather "knockers" would be more accurate.
>Jackie
>was at the door, the head of the 13+ camper group.  She was a tall,
>willowy
>blonde, about 6'2", with VERY large breasts.  To compound things, she
>liked
>to wear shirts that were always JUST large enough to comply with the
>dress
>code.  Barely.
>
>   "Dave?" she said.  (That's me).  "I've got a small problem.  Got a
>minute?"
>
>   "Sure, what's up?" I replied.
>
>   "I've got a camper who says she has a problem but won't talk to me.
>I
>wanted Tracy, but her secretary said she was out of camp.  Can you take
>a
>shot at it?"
>
>   "More than happy to.  Send her in."
>
>   "One minute..." Jackie went out, and I heard her speak to someone for
>a
>second, but I couldn't make out what was said.  I waited a moment, then
>I
>heard footsteps.  In walked the camper in question, and I struggled to
>maintain a neutral expression.  It was Andy!  My heart tried to call
>into
>my throat as she closed the door behind her.
>
>   My office was rather small, so I didn't keep a second chair around,
>just
>dragged one in from outside if I needed it.  Andy looked around for a
>second, then perched on the corner of my desk.
>
>   It didn't help my mental state much that Andy was wearing some denim
>shorts over what was either a body suit or bathing suit that showed off
>her
>developing curves.  Except for those, all she was wearing was a pair of
>sandals, and for a moment, I found myself mysteriously fascinated by the
>
>sight of her bare toes.  I forced my mind back to reality.  "So, Andrea,
>is
>it?  What can I do for you."
>
>   She looked down at the desk for a second, then back up.  Clearing her
>
>throat with a little cough, she began to speak with a soft voice.
>"Well,
>actually, I wanted some advice, and I didn't wanna talk to Jackie cause
>of
>rumors, and well, you know..."
>
>   "Go on..."
>
>   "Well, there is this guy I like, he's like back home, and I'm not
>sure
>what to do about it.  He's kinda shy and I don't wanna make him nervous?
>
>I've been thinking about him for 5 days now..  What can I do?"
>
>   I took a moment to frame a reply in my mind.  It was hard to
>concentrate
>because Andy kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, showing off her
>muscles
>from the various sports she participated in.  Finally, I got my thoughts
>
>together.
>
>   "Well, honey, I think you're a little young to really have to worry
>about these things yet, but I promise you, when the time comes, you'll
>know
>just what to do."
>
>   I know, it was a stock answer, and really evaded the question, but
>what
>could I have said?  Besides, it seemed to satisfy her.
>
>   She smiled as she stood up.  "Thanks, Dave, I'm glad you understand.
>I
>just needed to tell SOMEBODY...." With that, she ran around my desk to
>give
>me a quick peck on the cheek.  Somehow, our heads seemed not quite to
>link
>up, and her lips grazed my ear instead.  I swear I noticed what felt
>like a
>tongue for a brief moment, but before I could react, she was out the
>door,
>closing it behind her with a wiggle of her denim covered bottom.
>
>   I tried to return to my paperwork, but it really didn't appeal to me.
>
>Seemed like an early lunch was in order.
>
>   Thanks to my early break, I ate lunch before the rest of the camp.
>With
>that, I had the time while the campers were eating to take care of some
>errands around camp.  One of these was to do my laundry.  The camp had a
>
>small laundry facility to handle the staff and campers who would be at
>the
>camp more than a couple of weeks.  It was nice and empty as I washed and
>
>dried my clothes.
>
>   Back in my cabin, while putting my clothes away, I noticed something
>with my stuff that was that most definitely not there when I started.
>It
>was a small pair of girls white cotton underpants.  There was no nametag
>
>attached, I guess someone had left them in the drier.
>
>   As I sat there with the panties in my hand, I tried to imagine whose
>they were.  My mind started wandering, filled with images of teen and
>pre-teen girls all modeling the underwear, a la Cinderella.  With a
>small
>sigh of regret, I put them aside to go in the lost and found, and put
>the
>rest of my stuff away.
>
>   After lunch period, the campers returned to activity, and finally all
>
>was back to normal, camp, life.  Yeah.  Right.
>
>   Right after the beginning of sixth period, the director came back.  I
>
>had finally finished my paperwork, so I took advantage of the down time
>to
>take a stroll around the grounds.
>
>   I was walking along one of the side trails.  This particular trail
>went
>behind one of the small clearings that we used for campfires, small
>group
>stuff, etc.  I heard voices coming from behind the bushes that ringed
>the
>clearing, followed by a bunch of giggles.  Feeling a bit nosy, I stopped
>to
>listen.  I didn't recognize any of the voices, but the words were clear
>if
>I concentrated.
>
>   "Truth," said one girl's voice.
>
>   "You sure?" asked another voice.
>
>   "Yup!" the first voice replied.
>
>   "Okay, you have to tell us about the furthest you ever went with a
>guy,
>and exactly how it happened.  And remember, you HAVE to tell the truth."
>
>There were a few giggles.
>
>   "Oh boy......" There was a pause, followed by an embarrassed cough.
>"Well, the furthest I got was my boyfriend put his hand in my undies,
>and I
>felt his thingie..."
>
>   There was a chorus of "Oohs and Aaahs" "So what happened?" another
>voice
>asked anxiously.  I settled down.  This sounded like it was going to be
>interesting.
>
>   The first girl continued.  "It was at a school dance.  It was in the
>gym, and the music was really lame, so my boyfriend said he wanted to
>show
>me this secret spot behind the bleachers.  He took my hand and we snuck
>past a couple of teachers behind the bleachers.  It was dark back there,
>
>and no one could see in.  I thought we were just gonna like, kiss, and
>stuff, since we did that before."
>
>   There was another pause.  The girl who asked the question prompted
>the
>first one to continue.
>
>   "Well, that's what we did at first, we like kissed a little bit.  He
>even kissed my neck and stuff, it felt really neat.  We did stuff like
>that
>for a while, then suddenly, I felt him touch my boobies."
>
>   I almost snickered out loud at the way she used the word "boobies",
>but
>I held it in and listened as she continued.
>
>   "I was really scared at first, but it felt kinda good, and I started
>to
>feel tingly, you know, down there...  He started to move his hand around
>a
>little, and the tingly feeling got stronger, specially when he kissed me
>at
>the same time."
>
>   "After a few minutes, it got to be a little uncomfortable, you know,
>down there, so I told him to stop.  When he stepped back, I noticed the
>bulge in the front of his pants.  It was dark, but my eyes were used to
>it,
>and I could see it was big.  My sister told me that happens when guys
>get
>excited, and I was kinda curious, so I reached down and touched it."
>
>   "He jumped back really fast, and I was scared I hurt him.  I asked
>him
>if it hurt, he said no, he was just startled, it felt really good.  It
>took
>me a minute to get up the courage, but I reached down and touched it
>again,
>and this time I kept my hand there, and rubbed it a bit, like he did my
>boobies."
>
>   "While I was rubbing his thingie, I felt his hand touch the front of
>my
>skirt.  I got scared again, but it felt so good, I didn't want him to
>stop.
>When he pushed down a little, the tingly feelings I had got so strong I
>almost fell down!  We just stood there like that for what seemed like
>hours."
>
>   "Finally, we took our hands away from each others privates.  I
>thought
>we were done, but he told me his brother told him it felt REALLY good if
>
>the boy touched the girl WITHOUT clothes, and he asked me if that was
>okay."
>
>   "Again, I got scared, but I knew he wouldn't hurt me, but I could
>only
>nod yes.  I closed my eyes, and I felt him push up the front of my
>skirt.
>His finger ran up my leg and touched the front of my panties.  The
>tingly
>feelings were REALLY strong now.  He pushed the middle of my panties
>aside,
>and as soon as he touched me, I let out a gasp, cause it felt sooooo
>good."
>
>   "I musta scared him, cause he yanked his hand back, like I did.  I
>told
>him it was okay, it felt really good, but before I could ask him to do
>it
>again, the music stopped and we had to go back to the gym before we got
>caught.  Okay, I told.  Whose turn is it now?"
>
>   Another voice spoke up "SSSSSH!  She's coming back." I heard the
>sounds
>of what must have been the counselor returning.  I continued on the
>path.
>Never did find out what group that was.
>
>   Thankfully, dinner was uneventful, and I retired to prepare for the
>evening's activity.  The night before the end of each week, we always
>had a
>campfire to say goodbye to the girls who were leaving.  We gave out
>little
>awards and such.  It was always a really good time.
>
>   As it got dark, we all gathered in the big fire site, where Mike had
>a
>large bonfire already going.  We sang songs, gave out the awards, and
>generally just hung out.  After the ceremonies were ended, everyone went
>
>back to their tents.
>
>   One of the less enjoyable aspects of my job was night patrol.  This
>job
>rotated among the Upper staff, and consisted of walking around camp
>until
>"late" in the AM, at least until 2.  This night, it was my turn, so
>after
>making sure that all of the kids were away in tents, I released the
>staff
>to go out.  (Staff also rotated who stayed behind with each group of
>kids)
>
>   The night went surprisingly peacefully, all the staff got back before
>
>curfew, except one.  One of the counselors from the 13+ group had not
>come
>back yet.  Her friends said her boyfriend from back home had picked her
>up.
>
>   I had a pretty good idea what was going on, and took a walk to the
>parking lot.  Sure enough, there were distinct moans coming from a van
>parked at the end of the lot.
>
>   I walked up to the van, which was rocking gently.  The windows were
>fogged, but I found a small patch on the side window that was clear and
>peered in.
>
>   It was a little dim, but I could still make out the scene inside the
>van
>quite clearly.  Nikki, the counselor was on all fours on a mattress in
>the
>middle of the van, naked except for what appeared to be a garter belt.
>Her
>firm breasts, which were larger than I expected were hanging down and
>swaying from her motion.  She was moving back and forth in a steady
>rhythm,
>as her boyfriend, who I couldn't see, pounded into he from behind.
>Based
>on her expression, though, he must have been good.
>
>   As I watched, their tempo increased rapidly, and I heard grunts and
>moans coming from both of them.  Suddenly, with an almost animal roar,
>he
>lunged forward.  Her head arched back, and she let out a long moan,
>slumping forward onto the mattress.
>
>   Deciding I had been nice enough, and that the show was over anyway, I
>
>slipped away from the van, then walked back towards it, making sure to
>make
>plenty of noise.
>
>   From inside the van, I could hear movement, and what sounded like
>cursing.  I announced in a loud voice "20 minutes past curfew!!"
>
>   About a minute later, the side door popped open, and Nikki stepped
>out.
>She was wearing a white blouse and jeans.  The buttons on her blouse
>were
>buttoned wrong, and the snap to her jeans was undone.  She only had a
>sock
>on one foot.  Her hair was in disarray, and I noticed she had very
>attractive blue eyes.  I stared at her sternly for a few seconds.
>"We'll
>decide what to do about your missing curfew later.  For now, please go
>back
>to your tent." She didn't reply, just hurried past me.
>
>   As I walked back to camp proper, I heard the van leave behind me.
>Nothing else happened, and I returned to my cabin to sleep.  What a day.
>
>Chapter 6 - "Enter Player, Lunch May Be Late"
>
>   The changeover days at camp were always some of the most frantic,
>with
>new campers arriving, other campers leaving, sometimes even staff coming
>
>and going.
>
>   Fortunately, the first changeover was always the easiest, as very few
>
>girls stayed for only the first week, and there were not many new
>arrivals.
>On this particular day, 9 campers were leaving, all from the youngest
>group, with 6 new campers, also all headed for that group.  In addition,
>
>there was one counselor, Kate, arriving from England, where she had been
>
>delayed by school obligations.
>
>   Tracy was taking care of the camper changes, while I took the camp
>wagon
>to the nearby train station to pick up Kate, who had flown into New
>York,
>and taken Amtrak from there.
>
>   Traffic was light, and I arrived several minutes before the train was
>
>due to come in.  I parked the wagon, went inside, and sat on a bench to
>wait for the train.  As I waited, I amused myself by watching women walk
>by
>and imagining them naked, or in various sexual positions.  However,
>after
>my recent camp experiences, I found myself also looking at their
>teen-age
>and younger daughters, and imagining the possibilities.
>
>   All too soon, my daydreaming was interrupted by the PA system
>announcing
>the arrival of Kate's train.  I hurried down to the arrivals platform.
>I
>had no idea what she looked like so I was carrying a sign with her name
>on
>it so she could find me.
>
>   As people got off the train, I looked over each one, trying to guess
>which was Kate.  As I was peering at a redhead who had just stepped off,
>I
>felt a touch on my shoulder, "Are you from the Girl Scout Camp?"
>
>   I turned to where the voice had come from and almost dropped my sign.
>
>Holding a backpack and smiling was one of the most gorgeous women I had
>ever seen.
>
>   Kate was about 5'7", maybe 100 lbs.  She had light brown, straight
>hair
>that hung across her face in a curl.  Her eyes were a clear brown,
>setting
>off a face that could easily qualify for the cover of any magazine.
>
>   Her face was so beautiful, I almost didn't look at the rest of her,
>but
>my base instincts got the better of me, and I managed a quick scan
>before I
>stuttered out "Yes, um, hi!  I'm Dave, the Admin Asst.  You must be
>Kate!"
>
>   She was wearing a tight grey knit shirt that showed off her breasts,
>which were just the right size for her frame.  It was obvious she was
>not
>wearing, nor did she need, a bra.  Sweatpants covered her legs, but
>could
>not conceal the curves beneath.
>
>   Once I got my eyes back in my head, I took her pack and we went to
>the
>wagon.  The drive back to camp passed quickly as we talked about the
>differences between England and the US, camp, etc.  After we arrived at
>camp, I turned her over to Jackie, who would be her supervisor.
>
>   Interlude: "Now We're Cooking"
>
>   (Author's Note: I actually found out about this incident after the
>summer, but it's included here for chronological reasons.  I'm still not
>
>sure why there was a video camera in the kitchen.  No, the tape is not
>available.)
>
>   Because of everything else going on on changeover days, we liked to
>keep
>everything else as simple as possible.  Breakfast was usually cereal,
>milk,
>toast, etc., and sandwiches for lunch.  The kitchen crew took advantage
>of
>this by scheduling an easy morning, and usually cooked up something
>special
>for dinner to welcome the new campers.
>
>   Breakfast had just finished, and cleaned up, and only the chef, Tom,
>was
>working in the kitchen, slicing some meat for lunch.  Tom had been with
>the
>camp for about 3 years, my age, he worked the ski resort kitchens in the
>
>winter, and camp in the summer.  To help him out, the camp hired a bunch
>of
>16-17 year olds, and usually one older girl, as assistants.  Often
>campers
>would help out, also.
>
>   Tom was a good looking guy, fairly muscular, a little on the tall
>side.
>Perpetually unkempt blond hair and blue eyes made him look like the
>stereotypical "surf dude", so everyone called him the Big Kitchen
>Kahuna.
>
>   Anyway, as Tom was slicing, one of his workers, Tiffany, came into
>the
>kitchen.  I hate to say it, but Tiffany as the stereotypical mall chick.
>
>Not all that much in the way of brains, but a body to kill for.
>
>   She was 17, about 5'5", 95 pounds tops, a good portion of which was
>taken up by her chest.  When she came into the kitchen, she was wearing
>a
>bright pink tank top, cut low in front to expose her cleavage.  A grey
>towel was wrapped around her waist.
>
>   "Hey, Tom...." she said.
>
>   "Hey, you're off.  What are you doing here."
>
>   "I was out tanning on the lawn, and I got a little hungry, so I came
>here for a quick snack"
>
>   Tom went back to slicing, "Help yerself." Tiffany turned around to
>rummage through a rack of snacks on the far wall.
>
>   As she bent over to look at a lower shelf, her towel slipped from her
>
>waist, and fell to the ground.  So did Tom's jaw, as the piece of
>sandwich
>he was nibbling on fell from his slack hand.  Tiffany was wearing a
>"thong"
>style pink bikini bottom.  The back strap of the bikini was wedged in
>between her cheeks, so far in to be almost invisible.
>
>   Tiffany turned around to pick up her towel, and noticed the
>expression
>on Tom's face.  She smiled, and struck a modeling posed.  "Like what you
>
>see?" Tom could only nod as he stared at the tiny pink triangle that
>made
>up the front of the bikini bottom.
>
>   The 17 year old left her towel and walked in front of Tom, standing
>close enough that her breasts were just touching Tom's shirt.
>Hesitantly,
>Tom lowered his face to hers, as her hands reached up his back.
>
>   Their mouths locked, tongues visibly duelling every so often.  After
>a
>couple of moments, the two broke off, winded.  Tom cleared off the table
>he
>was working on, as Tiffany lifted her tank top up and over her head.
>She
>was wearing a matching bikini top that only barely covered her extended
>nipples with two pink triangles.
>
>   Tom finished clearing the table, and Tiffany gave a little leap and
>sat
>on the edge.  She gave a little cry as her nearly bare bottom came in
>contact with the cold stainless steel.  Tom grinned as he moved his
>mouth
>back to hers, using his hands to stroke her sides.
>
>   Tiffany moaned slightly as she tried to unbutton Tom's chef coat by
>feel. It took a few moments, but neither of them seemed to be in any
>hurry
>to break up their oral battle.  Finally, the last button was undone, and
>
>she ran her hands over his exposed chest.
>
>   Her back suddenly arches as Tom brought his hands up from where they
>had
>been caressing her back and sides, cupping her bikini covered breasts.
>His
>thumbs gently stroked the erect nipples through the fabric.
>
>   Tiffany threw her head back as Tom moved his mouth away from hers and
>
>shifted it to the side of her neck.  With a playful shove, she pushed
>Tom
>backwards so she could remove his coat.  The coat fell away to the floor
>
>and Tiffany smiled as she admired his smooth, muscular, chest.
>
>   Grinning wickedly, Tiffany licked her fingertips and used the
>moistened
>digits to stroke Tom's nipples, causing him to gasp.  "Only being fair,
>"
>she said, "you did it to me."
>
>   Tom replied, "Fair's fair, huh?" With that, he slipped his thumbs
>under
>the shoulder straps of her bikini top, sliding them down her arm slowly.
>
>As his thumbs moved, he kissed each inch of newly exposed flesh as the
>top
>slowly lowered.  Finally letting the straps drop, Tom reached around and
>
>pulled the knot on the back of the top, and tugged it away, dropping it
>on
>the table.  Pausing for only a moment, he bent his head to the exposed
>breasts.
>
>   Tiffany's breasts seemed even larger out of their confinement, and
>Tom
>didn't seem to mind as he switched from one to the other, using his
>tongue
>to excite the eraser shaped nipples poking out from half-dollar sized
>areolae.  Tiffany quivered and let out little moans as he sucked one of
>her
>nipples into his mouth, while playing with the other between his thumb
>and
>finger.  Her hands, which had been clutching Tom's back, now dropped to
>hang limply at her sides.
>
>   With one shudder, Tiffany roused herself, and as Tom continued to
>work
>his magic on her breasts, her hands touched the sides of his chest,
>trailing downwards until she reached the waistband of his slacks.  With
>a
>quick flick, she undid the button and zipper, and Tom's trousers fell to
>
>his ankles, leaving him standing in his white boxers, which showed an
>obvious, and large, erection.
>
>   Not missing a beat, Tom stepped out of his trousers and kicked them
>away. His hand left Tiffany's breast, and quickly moved down, causing to
>
>her shudder yet again as it passed her belly button.  Finally, the hand
>came to rest on her thigh, just above the knee.  He began to inch it up
>her
>thigh slowly, as she spread her legs apart.  A damp spot clearly showed
>in
>the center of her pink bikini.
>
>   So as not to be outdone, Tiffany started to caress Tom's dick through
>
>the boxers.  The lump became even more noticeable, as the tip began to
>edge
>its way towards the elastic waistband of his boxers.  Not waiting for it
>to
>arrive, Tiffany slipped her hands inside the material and pulled down,
>leaving Tom completely naked.  Tom's dick, easily 8" long and 1 " wide
>sprang free.
>
>   Finally pausing, Tom removed his face from where it was buried
>between
>Tiffany's breasts, and smiled, as he moved his free hand down opposite
>the
>hand still working its way up her thigh at a maddeningly slow pace.
>Both
>hands stopped at mid-thigh, as Tiffany fruitlessly tried to slide her
>hips
>forward.
>
>   With her small hands, Tiffany began to stroke Tom's engorged cock,
>making a fist with one hand at the base and moving up, then repeating
>the
>process, one hand after the other.  Tom was barely moving as he
>concentrated on the sensations that Tiffany was creating.
>
>   Taking advantage of Tom's lack of motion, Tiffany used the
>opportunity
>to slip off the edge of the table and kneel down in front of him.  As
>she
>looked up at him, she stuck out her tongue and lapped up a drop of
>pre-cum
>that had formed on the tip of his penis, which throbbed as if it had a
>life
>of its own.  With an elfin grin, Tiffany opened her lips and engulfed
>the
>head.  Tom closed his eyes as her lips worked their way down his shaft,
>finally stopping as the head hit the back of her throat.
>
>   Tiffany sucked in her cheeks and slowly withdrew the organ from her
>mouth, stopping as she reached the tip, then repeating her actions.  As
>her
>head began to move faster, Tom began to rock his hips in rhythm,
>thrusting
>his dick into her eager mouth.  Both began to moan as their motion, now
>completely in sync reached a frantic pace.  Suddenly, with one final
>spasm,
>Tom thrust forward and with a loud groan, explosively came into
>Tiffany's
>mouth.  Her throat worked as she swallowed the cream that must have
>flooded
>from the now softening dick, which finally slipped from her slack lips.
>
>   Tom looked down with a satisfied smile, clearly ready to return the
>oral
>favor, when from the dining hall came the sounds of campers, arriving to
>
>help set up for lunch.  Quickly, the two dressed and cleaned up the
>evidence of their tryst.
>
>   END interlude (This DOES explain the large budget expense for meat
>that
>week.)
>
>   Return to normal time line:
>
>   Every day after lunch, we had health call, during which the nurse on
>duty administered any medication, checked on ill campers, and otherwise
>made sure all campers are healthy.  If I had time, I tried to help out
>when
>I could, issuing meds and treating minor problems, like poison ivy,
>scratches, etc.
>
>   With changeover completed, I had some time on this particular Sunday,
>
>which was a stroke of good luck, as there seemed to be a longer line
>than
>usual.  Apparently, the middle aged girls had decided to play a little
>pick-up soccer after they finished eating, and I got to treat an
>assortment
>of cuts and scrapes.  Last in my line was Hillary, a camper who
>complained
>her ankle hurt.
>
>   I asked her to hop up on the desk I used as my exam table, and
>stretch
>out her leg.  Sure enough, the ankle was slightly swollen.  As I gently
>checked the ankle, I noticed that the hem of her baggy shorts had fallen
>
>open, allowing me a partial view between her legs.
>
>   The view was not good, but I could see enough to be pretty sure this
>girl was not wearing any underwear.  I had to quickly shift in my chair
>to
>cover up the evidence of my discovery.  As I tried to subtly shift her
>leg
>to get a better view, I must have squeezed a little to hard, as she let
>out
>a squeak and yanked her leg away, closing the gap.  With a sigh, I told
>her
>she's need to check with the nurse to see if she needed x-rays.
>
>Chapter 7 - "Rainy Days and Wednesdays get me....."
>
>   The Great Flood.  Day 3.
>
>   Okay, perhaps I am exaggerating just a little, but it's
>understandable.
>In the minds of camp staff, extended rain ranks right up there with the
>black plague on the list of "things we do NOT want to see at camp this
>summer." Unfortunately, nature has her own plans, and seldom takes ours
>into account.
>
>   The camp awoke Monday morning to the gentle patter of raindrops
>striking
>the tents.  This was actually treated with some enthusiasm, as on a
>rainy
>day schedule, wakeup was pushed ahead 1 hour.
>
>   Monday came and went under a gray drizzle, and when the same was
>repeated Tuesday morning, the enthusiasm had lessened considerably.  The
>
>weather did not improve on Tuesday, either.
>
>   On Wednesday, we awoke to the same gray skies as we had for the
>previous
>two days.  At breakfast, the girls were even more fidgety than usual,
>due
>to the forced inactivity.  There are only so many uses for popsicle
>sticks.
>
>   After breakfast, the staff called a "washout" conference.  As the
>kids
>cleaned their areas, the staff met to discuss ways to deal with the
>situation.  As the rain was light, and the weather fairly warm, we
>decided
>to offer some modified outdoor activities, and let the campers choose,
>while praying that the rain didn't return to some of the downpours we
>had
>had in the last 48 hours.
>
>   Each staff member came up with an activity, and the campers gathered
>in
>the dining hall to choose.  For my part, I decided a nature walk might
>be
>interesting, seeing what came out from the rain.  Besides, I had a faint
>
>hope that no one would decide to hike, and I could slog back to bed for
>a
>while.
>
>   To my surprise, when the selection was done, there were 5 campers
>that
>had elected to come along.  I gave them instructions on what to wear and
>
>told them to meet me back at my cabin in 20 minutes.
>
>   As I waited for the girls, I changed into some sturdier rain gear,
>and
>planned where to go.  Camp was in a mountainous area, with many trails.
>Soon, the girls arrived, and I examined my little troupe.
>
>   Joy was 8, tall for her age, with brown hair and eyes.  Holly was 10,
>
>about the same height as Joy.  She had blond hair, and hazel eyes, set
>in
>an elf-like face.  Linda was 12, about 4' 11", black hair, green eyes.
>Dana was also 12, brown hair, hazel eyes, and a little shorter than
>Linda.
>Finally, the oldest, Randi was 15, almost my height, with blond hair and
>
>blue eyes.  Also, we picked up another counselor, Denise, a 20 year old
>from England.  Apparently, no one had chosen her pottery class.
>
>   Each of us took a day pack along with some supplies and water.  We
>headed towards the edge of camp, where I knew there was a trail that led
>to
>a point which had what was supposedly a great view of a nearby valley.
>On
>the way, we stopped at the dining hall for some sandwiches, in case this
>
>became an all day event.
>
>   Despite the rain, it was quite warm, and after the first mile, all of
>us
>were overheated in our rain gear.  With the cover of the trees that
>lined
>the trail, the slowing rain had become a light mist so we decided to
>shuck
>the rain clothes and deal with a little dampness.  We tossed all the
>gear
>into a trash bag from my pack and hung it in a tree to pick up on the
>way
>back.
>
>   After a quick rest stop, we pressed onward.  Denise took the lead and
>I
>brought up the rear.  We kept an easy pace, which allowed me to admire
>the
>girls moving under their shorts and jeans.  Dana had an especially
>appealing wiggle motion to her walk, which made her hips sway slightly
>from
>side to side.  She was wearing fairly tight jeans, so you could see her
>muscles move with each step.
>
>   As we walked on, we stopped to identify various trees and plants, and
>at
>one point, picked some wild raspberries for a snack.  At one such stop,
>I
>noticed that the light but persistent mist was beginning to soak into my
>
>Tshirt.  Having realized this, I leaned up against a tree and looked
>around
>to see if it was having a similar effect on my companions.
>
>   The exercise and the mist had combined to cause almost everyone's
>shirt
>to tighten like mine.  Joy's shirt was oversized to start with, so I
>couldn't tell what was underneath, but Holly was wearing an older camp
>T-shirt from several years ago, and the now tightened too-small shirt
>clearly showed her budding mounds, which had yet to seriously develop.
>
>   Linda was wearing some type of bikini top under her T-shirt, but it
>was
>clear that when she finished developing, she would be something special.
>
>Dana apparently was a late bloomer, as I could not make out anything
>under
>her black T-shirt.
>
>   The outline of Randi's bra was clearly visible through her shirt, and
>I
>wondered just what that bra contained.  Finally, I looked at Denise.
>She
>was wearing an all-white T-shirt, which was just a little snug.  Here
>tits
>were a little on the small side, but through the white fabric, I could
>see
>her nipples, the size of pencil erasers.  I imagined them in a state of
>arousal, and shuddered.  Before I derailed on this train of thought, we
>moved on.
>
>   About noon, we reached a clearing about halfway up the mountain that
>had
>a spectacular view of the wooded valley below.  This was as good a place
>
>for lunch as any, so we stopped decided to eat and rest, then turn
>around
>and head back.  By now, the rain had stopped and the sun was shining.
>
>   While we were eating, we chatted idly about the last few days at camp
>
>and such, until eventually, the conversation died into a comfortable
>silence.  We rested for a while, until Dana spoke up.  "Do you guys hear
>
>that?  It sounds like water."
>
>   Everyone held perfectly still and tried to listen.  The sound of what
>
>appeared to be water could be faintly heard from around some rocks at
>the
>far end of the clearing, where a small train continued on.  Our
>curiosity
>got the better of us, so we packed up our trash and went to take a look.
>
>   As we moved ahead, the sound of water rushing got louder.  I mentally
>
>reviewed the trail maps, but I couldn't remember any mention of streams
>or
>springs, only a lake much farther up the mountainside, almost at the
>summit.
>
>   Deep in thought, I almost walked into Joy as she stopped suddenly
>after
>rounding an outcropping.  The sound of water was much louder here, and
>the
>source was quite obvious.
>
>   Apparently, all the recent rain must have flooded the upper lake, and
>
>the excess water had come cascading down the mountainside.  A natural
>rock
>trough in the side of the cliff had formed a pool, about 3 feet deep of
>crystal clear water.  The water came from overhead, as it tumbled from a
>
>rock outcropping, hanging over the trail, about 20 feet up.
>
>   As we stopped to look, the sun came out from behind a cloud and
>passed
>through the mist generated by the falling water.  A rainbow formed near
>the
>surface of the pool.
>
>   Linda dipped her hand into the pool water.  "It's Warm!" she
>exclaimed.
>The rocks and water had been warmed by the sign at higher levels, and
>the
>water kept that heat, so the pool was at a very pleasant temperature.
>Holly looked at the water, "Let's go swimming!"
>
>   "We don't have any bathing suits, silly, and we can't get our hiking
>clothes wet," replied Linda.
>
>   Holly thought for a second.  "We could go skinny dipping!" She
>smiled,
>and the other girls started to nod.  Denise and I both spoke up at once.
>
>She pointed at me and said, "Remember him??"
>
>   The girls were crestfallen.  I didn't want to disappoint them, and
>luckily, I came up with an idea.  We knew no one else was going to come
>up
>from camp, so I could go further along on the trail, and make sure no
>one
>came from that way.  Them I could come back in 2 hours or so, and the
>girls
>would have the pool to themselves.  I wanted to do some exploring
>anyway,
>and we had been going at a slower than usual pace for me, so I welcomed
>the
>opportunity.
>
>   I outlined my idea to the girls.  Denise was a little uncomfortable
>with
>the idea, but the eager looks on the girls faces persuaded her to go
>along.
>I offered to take one of the walkie-talkies we had brought along just in
>
>case, and with that, she agreed.  I picked up my pack and told the girls
>to
>give me 10 minutes to check the trail ahead, and if I didn't come back
>to
>have fun.  I left around the bend.
>
>   Just past the pool, the trail turned and banked sharply, then climbed
>
>quickly, and 10 minutes later, I was about 30 feet above the pool level,
>
>and had crossed back over the stream that fed the waterfall.  I paused,
>and
>bent to splash a little water on my face.
>
>   As I straightened up, I noticed a flash of light through some trees
>in
>front of me that were growing on the outer bank of the trail.  I stepped
>
>between them, hopped on a branch, and leaned forward.  From here, I had
>a
>clear view of the mountainside, most of the way down.  A thought struck
>me,
>and I readjusted my seat, leaned out a bit further, and turned.  As I
>guessed, from here I had a fairly clear view of the pool where I had
>left
>the campers.  I could see them standing at the side of the pool and
>talking, but could not hear them.
>
>   Inspiration struck.  I could monitor the trail quite well from where
>I
>was perched, and was invisible to the people below.  I recalled I had
>idly
>tossed a pair of binoculars in my pack, and, adjusting myself on the
>branch, reached around and extracted them.
>
>   Bringing the nocs to my eyes, I quickly focused on the pool below.
>Through the lenses, it was as if I was standing right on top of them.
>
>   As I fine-tuned the focus, Denise looked at her watch and said
>something
>to the other girls.  Everyone looked around nervously, and no one moved
>for
>a couple of moments.  Finally, Holly said something to the others.
>
>   She sat down on a fallen log and removed her shoes and socks.
>Walking
>over to the pool, she dipped her toe in and smiled broadly.  She said
>something else to the other girls, then reached down and pulled her
>shirt
>out from the waistband of her shorts.  I held my breath as she unzipped
>the
>front of her shorts, but she was covered by the bottom of her shirt as
>she
>slipped them off.  Again, her hands went to under her shirt, and I saw
>her
>pale pink panties come down, the T-shirt still covering most of her
>body.
>
>   My pulse quickened as she grasped the bottom of the T-shirt and
>lifted
>it over her head, revealing her body, which was just on the edge of
>puberty. In the sunlight, I could see the small mounds where her breasts
>
>were just starting to develop, nipples just tiny bumps on her chest.  My
>
>gaze traveled down to between her legs, where I could just see the outer
>
>lips of her 10year-old pussy.  She turned around to step into the pool,
>giving me a wonderful view of her naked ass, before she stepped in to
>the
>water.  With a smile, she playfully splashed some water towards the
>others
>who were still watching.
>
>   Seeing her safely in the water, Randi and Dana were next to join in.
>Randi quickly removed her shoes, shorts, and T-shirt, pausing to stand
>clad
>only in a white bra and panties.  As she reached around and unclasped
>the
>bra, I noticed idly that she had no tan lines.  I made a mental note to
>find out where she did her sunbathing.  In one motion she pulled down
>her
>panties and stepped into the water pool, not giving me the opportunity
>for
>a good luck, but I could see enough to determine she was a natural
>blond.
>The water only rose above her belly, above which her teenaged tits stood
>
>out firmly, nipples visible against brown areolae.
>
>   While I was watching Randi, Dana had removed her jeans and T-shirt.
>Dana was indeed a late developer, with small mounds just beginning to
>show
>on her chest.  As she removed her pink panties, I could see the barest
>fur
>around her naked pussy, which, surprisingly, had very full lips.  She
>slid
>into the waist high water.
>
>   Joy and Linda looked a little uncomfortable but, clearly not wanting
>to
>be left out, started to remove their clothing also.  Under her T-shirt,
>Joy
>was flat chested, with only tiny nipples to indicate where things would
>be
>happening in a few years.  Under her jeans, she was wearing little
>"Pocohantas" underwear, which she folded neatly as she removed them.  As
>
>she stood, I could just make out the outline of her undeveloped
>womanhood.
>Linda was wearing a bikini under her clothing, with boxers, and decided
>to
>forgo the au natural look.
>
>   I watched the now naked youngsters play for a while in the water,
>admiring the way it glistened of their firm young bodies as they moved
>through it.  Then, I looked around for Denise.  When I located her with
>the
>binoculars, I nearly came in my pants.  She had removed her clothes and
>was
>standing directly under the falling water.  Her head was back and she
>was
>letting the water flow down her body in a scene akin to a magazine
>shoot.
>My eyes eagerly followed the glistening trail of water as if flowed down
>
>her face and lips, over her neck, and across her breasts, which, while
>small, were perfectly shaped.  From the action of the water, her nipples
>
>stood out fully an inch from her tits, almost vibrating from the
>liquid's
>motion.  Along with the running water, my gaze traveled further down, to
>
>where just the tip of her pubic bush was visible above the water.
>
>   As I continued to observe the girls in the water, I could no longer
>contain myself.  Looking around, I checked to be sure that I could not
>be
>seen from the trail.  Returning my attention to the scene below, I
>reached
>down and unbuttoned my jeans.  Slipping them down, I removed my
>hardening
>rod from its now confining prison.  With my free hand, stroked up and
>down
>the shaft, using the pre-cum oozing out for lubrication.  Between the
>scene
>below, and the risk of discovery, it didn't take long before my hand
>increased its pace.  Finally, I felt the pressure build, and with a
>grunt,
>shot my come into some nearby leaves.  As I cleaned myself up with a
>tissue, my watch went off, indicating it was time to head down.
>Apparently
>the girls had reached the same conclusion, and were beginning to exit
>the
>water and dry off, my view covered by their towels.
>
>   I tucked myself back into my pants and started down.  As I arrived at
>
>the bend just before the pool, I announced myself and waited for the all
>
>clear, which came shortly.  Stepping back around the rock, I was back at
>
>the pool.  The girls asked me what I had seen on the trail, and I
>answered,
>"Some really nice views..."
>
>   We paused to take a last look at the waterfall, which had already
>slightly diminished from the stoppage of rain.  Then, we set off back to
>
>camp, arriving around 4.
>
>   I stopped back at my cabin for a quick shower and a change of clothes
>
>before dinner.  Being away all day, I grabbed something from the kitchen
>
>and caught up on the day's paper trail.
>
>   That night, each division had its own evening activity planned.  The
>youngest group was having a campfire, while the oldest group was
>tiedying
>T-shirts.
>
>   The middle groups were hosting some campers from another camp a few
>miles away in a volleyball mini-tournament.  We usually would have these
>
>mini-events 3-5 times a summer with each age group.  I decided to sit in
>on
>the game, which was using our only field with good night lighting.
>
>   When I got there, the oldest girls from each camp were playing
>against
>each other.  I recognized Dana as one of the players on our side of the
>net. Both teams were wearing their "uniforms." Ours consisted of a light
>
>green T-shirt with the camp logo on the front, and dark green shorts
>which
>also had a logo patch.  The other camper had brown jogging-style shorts,
>
>with white T-shirts tucked in.  They also had logos on their clothing,
>on
>the leg of the shorts and just above the right breast.
>
>   Because of the way the field was laid out, and the direction I had
>come
>from, I was looking directly towards the lights, which were at the far
>end
>of the field from me.  When I perched on a pile of logs to watch for a
>while, the players were silhouetted by the back lighting.
>
>   After the end of one match, which we won, the players switched sides
>of
>the net, so that the team from the other camp was between the lights and
>
>myself.  As one of the campers set up to serve, I decided I was going to
>
>stay a little longer, since I had noticed that the light passed through
>the
>white Tshirts as if they were transparent.
>
>   The one girl lifted her arm to serve, and as she did so, her breasts
>were perfectly displayed through the thin material.  She was about 5'0"
>but
>apparently had spent her growth hormones in other areas.  My attention
>slowly turned from the score, to the players.
>
>   Every time one of the players jumped for a return or dove to dig out
>the
>ball, I was treated to a wonderful view of their heaving tits as they
>bounced and swayed.  Only one player was wearing a bra, so the
>delightful
>mounds were free to move naturally.
>
>   All too soon, the game ended and the girls from the other camp headed
>to
>their buses, while ours hit the showers.  I thought about trying to find
>a
>way to look into the shower house, but decided the risk was too great.
>Instead, since I had late patrol that night, a nap was in order.  I
>stopped
>by each of the other units, but the youngest were already in bed, and
>the
>oldest had completed their activity.  With mild amusement, I noticed
>that
>in addition to T-shirts, some girls had dyed other items of clothing,
>such
>as bras and panties.  Perhaps some of them might be persuaded to model
>their new designs?  Just a thought.
>
>   I grabbed a coupla hour's shuteye before patrol and this time,
>everyone
>was back early, and there were no escapades.  I returned to my cabin
>around
>2:30 am, undressed and crawled into bed.  I was tired from the long day,
>
>but my mind was still filled with the images of the day.  Idly, I
>started
>stroking myself, but exhaustion won out, and I faded into sleep.
>
>   Some time later, I found myself abruptly startled into wakefulness
>buy a
>strange sound from near the door to my cabin.  I sleep "au naturel" so I
>
>started to fumble for a pair of sweats I knew I had left nearby.
>Picking
>up my flashlight, (one of those 5 D-cell versions made of aluminum), I
>started to call out, but before I could, a small voice whispered,
>"SSSShhh.
>Don't say anything!" In the darkness, I could barely make out a small
>form
>slipping into my cabin, then closing the door.
>
>   I wake up slowly, so I was still a little foggy and reacting a bit
>slower than I should have.  The as yet unidentified form, which I could
>make out in the dim light from outside was a camper sitting on top of
>the
>dresser near the door, moved around a bit, but didn't speak.
>
>   My wits were beginning to return and I pointed the flashlight above
>the
>intruder and turned it on.  The camper put her hand up to shield her
>eyes,
>and I could see it was Andy!  "What the heck are you doing here?" I
>whispered loudly, looking at the clock, "It's 4 AM!!  Do you know how
>much
>trouble you are in??"
>
>   "Not as much trouble as you would be if I started screaming!" she
>said,
>grinning, with a voice much older than her 13 years.  That shut me up
>for a
>minute.  Realizing I was in bed naked, with a 13 year old girl in the
>room,
>and how easily this could be misinterpreted, I quickly tried to figure
>out
>what was going on.  As I did, I looked at her.  She was wearing a light
>pink nightshirt that went down to her knees, with a picture of Tweety on
>
>the front.  Her legs were crossed and she was wearing sneakers without
>socks.
>
>   "What are you doing here?" I asked again, being sure to keep my voice
>
>down.  Even if nothing was happening, the rumors would be enough to cost
>me
>my job.
>
>   She looked at me with a funny gleam in her eye.  "I couldn't sleep,
>so I
>thought I would come over here and show you what I do to help me sleep."
>
>   "What?  You wanted me to help you count sheep or something???" I
>sputtered.
>
>   Smiling, she replied, "No, stupid.  I came here because I knew you
>would
>like me do THIS." With that, she reached up her hand to cup her left
>breast
>through the nightshirt.  I started to object, but my mouth dried, and I
>found myself unable to speak.  The hand holding the flashlight started
>to
>tremble, so I propped the light on the bed.
>
>   Andy brought her other hand up, and now was cupping her tits, and
>stroking her nipples, still through the nightshirt.  Her eyes were
>closed,
>and her legs uncrossed, swinging freely.  Her nipples, aroused by the
>stimulation, began to push through the fabric of the nightshirt.
>
>   Sliding down from the dresser top, she lifted the bottom of the
>oversized shirt, swiftly pulling it up and over her head.  I could only
>continue to stare silently as she again sat on the dresser and resumed
>playing with her orange-sized tits.  Every so often, she would pause and
>
>roll one of her nipples between her thumb and fingers.  I could hear
>small
>gasps coming from her.
>
>   Fascinated, I watched as her right hand left her breast and drifted
>down
>to the waistband of the green boxers she was wearing under the shirt.
>Her
>breathing grew more uneven as her hand passed the waistband and began to
>
>stroke the front of the undergarment.
>
>   Almost as if they had a mind of their own, her legs began to move
>apart.
>Her left hand started squeezing her breasts harder, as her head tilted
>back. Her free hand moved back up, and slipped under the waistband of
>her
>boxers.
>
>   Through, I could see the outline of her fingers as they moved around
>the
>outside of her 13 year-old cunt.  Suddenly she gasped, and I saw the
>outline of her hand as she slipped a finger inside.
>
>   Her other hand left where it had switched to the other breast, and
>joined its partner under her shorts.  I could see the tips of her
>fingers
>working around the top of her pussy.  While I couldn't see her clitoris
>through the shorts, it was obvious her finger had found it, from the way
>
>her hips started shaking.
>
>   Almost paralyzed in disbelief and delight, I watched as her motions
>increased in speed.  One finger was clearly visible through the green
>cloth
>as it plunged in and out of her teenaged hole.  The gasping noises
>reached
>frantic levels as her hips bucked wildly, to where I was afraid she
>might
>have fallen off the dresser.
>
>   Abruptly, her back arched, and a sigh escaped her lips.  As her back
>relaxed, she slipped her hands out from under the boxers and slid to the
>
>floor.  She picked up her shirt from the edge of the bed where it had
>fallen, and smiled as she looked at my stunned expression.  Pointing at
>the
>tent in the sheets I had created with my dick, she slipped the shirt
>back
>on, and with an impish grin said "NOW, I can sleep." She slipped out the
>
>door as swiftly as she had entered.
>
>   I waited a few moments for my pulse to subside, and make sure she was
>
>gone.  Walking a bit unsteadily, I got up to lock the door.  As I did, I
>
>noticed a wet spot on the top of the dresser, already beginning to dry.
>I
>dropped back on the bed.  Sure, SHE could sleep now...
>
>Chapter 8 - "Discipline must be maintained...."
>
>   Bzzt.  Bzzt.  Bzzt.  Bzzt.  The insistent buzz of the alarm clock
>brought me back to the present from where my mind had been locked in a
>loop
>replaying the incredible events that happened in my cabin only hours
>ago. I
>had been unable to sleep ever since, only fitfully dozing.
>
>   I stumbled through a shower and breakfast, and with my third cup of
>coffee, I was feeling almost alive, as I sat at my desk and worked on
>the
>weekly payables.  It took a sheer effort of will to focus on the task at
>
>hand.
>
>   Finally, I got into my rhythm, and my attention zeroed in on the
>job.  I
>was almost halfway through the bill pile when there was a knock on my
>office door.  Muttering "Yeah?" I looked up from my desk.
>
>   One of the secretaries poked her head in.  "Dave?  There's a
>counselor
>here to see you.  She said you told her to come by before lunch."
>
>   Vainly, I tried to force my frazzled brain to recall who I had asked
>to
>come in.  Shrugging, I told the secretary to send her in.  When I saw
>who
>it was, I remembered.  It was Nikki, and she was supposed to meet me to
>find out her punishment for breaking curfew the previous week.  With all
>
>that had happened, it completely slipped my mind, so I put on a stern
>face
>and decided to see how it went.
>
>   Before I could say anything, Nikki spoke up.  "Dave, before you say
>anything, I just wanted you to know I'm really sorry and it won't happen
>
>again." Her hands knotted nervously as I tried to maintain a severe
>expression.  I let the silence stretch for a moment, as her gaze
>alternated
>between me and the floor.
>
>   I folded my hands together, and looked at her across my desk.  "I'll
>tell you what.  You caught me in a good mood, so I'll let you pick your
>own
>punishment.  If I think it is fair, that's what it will be, but if I
>think
>it is too easy, I'll come up with something much worse!" I lifted my
>lips
>in a slight smile.
>
>   Chewing her lip, Nikki thought about it, perhaps unsure about my
>offer.
>Finally, she came to a decision.  "My father always said that bad girls
>needed a good spanking."
>
>   All I can say in my own defense is that my brains were still addled
>from
>the night before, or I never would have considered that request.  As it
>was, the professional in me urged me to reject the idea out of hand, but
>
>the last few days had encouraged my liberal side.
>
>   I made my decision.  Standing up, I stepped around my desk.  "Sounds
>fair.  Meet me at the firewood shed fifteen minutes after rest period
>starts.  You can go, I'll see you then." I picked up a folder from my
>desk
>and pretended to read it, not looking at her as she left.
>
>   I had to finish the bills by lunch, and the time pressure, coupled
>with
>sheer monotony, cleared my mind of thoughts about the pending encounter.
>
>It was only when I saw Nikki in the dining hall at lunch that my
>concerns
>reappeared, but I could hardly back down now.  Besides, I didn't really
>WANT to.
>
>   After lunch, I went directly to the wood shed where we kept some
>firewood dry for outdoor cooking, and to start larger blazes.  With the
>campers in tents for rest period, I knew no one would be up there.
>
>   Inside the shed, which was brightly lit from ventilation windows
>around
>the roof, I rearranged some tree stumps and loose wood to serve as a
>bench.
>Sitting down, I waited for Nikki to arrive.
>
>   At precisely fifteen minutes into the rest period, I heard footsteps
>approach, then a tap on the door.  Nikki's voice.  "Dave?"
>
>   "Come." I replied.  The door opened and Nikki stepped in, closing the
>
>door behind her.  She turned to face me.  Nikki was about 5'6", maybe
>120lbs.  Short brown hair came down to her neck, and hung in bangs over
>her
>blue eyes.  A halter-top covered her above average sized breasts,
>complimented by white denim-like shorts, white socks, and sneakers.
>
>   From where I sat, I could see her face held an expression that was a
>mix
>of apprehension and anticipation.  I spoke up.  "Since you were
>twenty-five
>minutes late, you will be spanked 25 times.  I think you know the
>position." I pointed to my lap.
>
>   Without a word, Nikki walked over and kneeled, then leaned across my
>lap, so I supported most of her weight.  In this position, her ass was
>raised slightly, directly under my right hand, while the underside of
>her
>breasts brushed the outside of my left leg.
>
>   Not wanting to allow time for second thoughts, I started in
>immediately.
>As I counted out "One." I dropped my left hand firmly to strike her on
>the
>left buttock.
>
>   A sharp gasp from Nikki let me know she felt it.  Pausing slightly, I
>
>delivered strike number two to the other cheek with slightly more force.
>
>This time, I thought I heard a small moan accompany the gasp.  Strikes
>three and four followed rapidly, and by five and six, I was sure that
>Nikki
>was enjoying the punishment as much, or possibly more, than I was.  This
>
>was confirmed after strike number eight, when I allowed my hand to
>briefly
>rest on her denim covered ass, which rose up to meet my hand,
>accompanied
>by a definite moan.
>
>   Time to up the ante, I decided.  I temporarily stopped my actions,
>and
>told Nikki to stand up.  She looked at me with a puzzled expression.  I
>pointed to her, "I think those shorts are providing too much padding.
>Remove them." Anxiously, I waited to see if I had pushed things too far.
>
>With an unreadable expression on her face, Nikki reached down and undid
>the
>upper snap and zipper.  The white shorts fell to the floor, revealing
>emerald green panties, with a black waistband.  High cut, it revealed
>her
>hips nicely.  Without being asked, she resumed her previous position.
>
>   I paused only for a moment to admire the silk-covered ass before
>delivering stroke number nine.  This time, as my hand impacted her
>panty-covered cheek, I could clearly feel her push her pussy against my
>leg, with yet another moan.
>
>   Alternating from left to right, I rapidly fired of strikes ten,
>eleven,
>twelve, and thirteen.  After each stroke, for only a moment, I rested my
>
>hand on the reddened cheek lightly, feeling her squirm.  I could feel a
>small wet spot forming on my leg from the front of her panties.
>
>   Numbers fifteen and sixteen produced clear moans of pleasure, so I
>decided to see how far I could take this.  I told her to rise again, and
>
>hesitantly, she turned to face me.  I reached out and hooked my finger
>under the top of her halter-top and pulled her closer, turning her
>sideways. Idly, I traced a finger around the rear of her panties,
>feeling
>the muscles quiver slightly.  Her eyes were closed, but popped open as I
>
>delivered a sharp smack.  In the sternest voice I could still manage, I
>told her to remove the panties, there was still too much padding.
>
>   The look on her face again got unreadable, and I thought I had
>overdone
>it.  As I was about to tell her to disregard that instruction, she
>turned
>and hooked her fingers into the black waistband.  With her back to me,
>she
>lowered the green material to the ground, revealing her perfect, if
>slightly red, ass to my view.  Stepping out of the panties, she returned
>to
>her position quickly, again with no comment.
>
>   Looking closer, I could see the red marks made by some of my harder
>impacts.  From where the front folds of her pussy rested against my leg,
>I
>could feel a warm, damp feeling, and I realized just how much she was
>enjoying this.  Also, she had repositioned herself so that her side was
>in
>contact with my dick, now as hard as a steel pole.
>
>   Nine strikes to go.  I brought my hand down on the naked flesh of her
>
>left buttock and was rewarded with a low groan, and an increased feeling
>of
>dampness on my leg.  Numbers eighteen, nineteen and twenty only
>intensified
>the effect.
>
>   Deciding to turn things up one final notch, after strike twenty-one,
>I
>let my hand remain on her twitching ass, massaging and exploring with
>the
>tips of my fingers.  She responded by wiggling her whole lower body, and
>a
>whispered yes.....".
>
>   Abruptly, I removed my hand and struck again.  Whap!  This time, I
>used
>my whole hand to massage the affected globe.  Her wriggling motion was
>almost constant now, and my leg was positively wet.
>
>   Number twenty-three repeated the process on the other cheek, while
>twenty-four was spread across both.  I allowed my hand to continue
>massaging, as I let the anticipation build for the final stroke.  Nikki
>was
>whimpering now, as if begging for release.
>
>   With my left hand, I spread her cheeks to uncover her lower
>openings.  I
>raised my right hand and brought it down sharply, direct on her rear
>entry,
>the impact of the strike driving the tip of my finger inside.  The
>stimulation pushed Nikki over the edge, and she screamed as a small
>stream
>of fluid ran over my leg.  Her legs shuddered as she tried to maintain
>her
>position.
>
>   Leaving her on all fours, I extracted myself and stepped to the cabin
>
>door.  "I hope we've learned our lesson," I said as I stepped out.
>Closing
>the door behind me, I realized that as deterrents went, what just
>happened
>probably was not all that effective.  Ah, well.
>
>   I started back to the office, but a feeling of tightness in my
>underwear
>indicated a visit to my cabin first was in order.
>
>   The rest of the day passed with little incident, mainly as the
>campers
>were busy preparing for the evening's main activity, the annual fashion
>show.  The fashion show was one of the big events of the season.  Many
>campers brought special items from home.  Even some of the staff
>participated.
>
>   To respect some of the campers' concerns, all male staff were given
>the
>evening off, and encouraged' to leave camp.  Ordered actually.  I
>planned
>ahead.
>
>   The maintenance crew wanted me to go out them, but I begged off,
>claiming that Tracy had lent me the wagon to run some personal errands.
>She had, but I don't think she realized quite what I had in mind.
>
>   After dinner, I waited for the maintenance crew and the cook to head
>off, got in the wagon, and headed out the main entrance.
>
>   About three hundred yards down the access road, I pulled the wagon
>off
>into a small clearing hidden from view, locked it, and made my way back
>to
>the Rec Hall by way of a small trail.  The rec hall was still dark, and
>I
>quickly used a small maintenance ladder to climb up through a trapdoor
>into
>the old storage loft, pulling the ladder up after me.
>
>   We didn't use the old loft anymore, and during the day I had tacked
>down
>a few boards to allow me to move back and forth around the Rec Hall
>without
>noise, and observed.  At one end of the loft, I had a view of the
>dressing
>area backstage, and at the other, an old fan vent gave me a clear view
>of
>the stage.  A couple bottles of water and a flashlight were all I
>needed. I
>dug a paperback out of my packet and waited for the entertainment to
>begin.
>
>   The campers started to pile in somewhere in the middle of chapter 12.
>
>The fashion show had a fairly simple format, so that everyone could
>watch,
>a group of eight or ten campers in a particular theme would go
>backstage,
>set up, then come out.  After that, the next group would go back, while
>the
>audience talked, everyone sat down again, and the process repeated.  I
>had
>seen the program at the office earlier, which called for 'daywear,'
>'swimwear,' 'evening wear,' 'sleepwear,' 'staff wear,' and something
>called
>'nightwear.'
>
>   The first group went backstage.  I didn't expect much from the
>daywear
>category out front, so I crept along the rafters to the rear of the
>hall.
>Through a hole in the ceiling, I could look straight down and see a
>fairly
>decent sized area of the dressing room.  I could see the girls milling
>around, but most of them had worn their outfits in, hiding them under
>sheets or something similar.  At the edge of my field of vision, I could
>
>see what appeared to be the tips of a pair of bra-encased tits, but they
>
>never moved clearly into view.  The campers started to move out front,
>so I
>went back to my seat by the vent as the music began.
>
>   Tracy introduced Jackie as the evening's MC, and they started.  She
>was
>sitting behind a table next to the stage, with only her head visible
>behind
>a light and sound controls.  Each girl came out to 'her song,' and
>stepped/twirled to the end of a runway made from tables leading off the
>stage.  After spinning once or twice, she walked back, posed, and
>stepped
>backstage.
>
>   The first few outfits were nothing special, just nicer versions of
>the
>usual items seen around camp.  The kids seemed to enjoy it tho, as the
>applause was loud after every presenter.  My interested perked up,
>however,
>as Jackie said "Now, for something a little more daring, here's Sandra,
>in
>a summer outfit sure to catch the guys eyes.'"
>
>   From behind the curtain, out came Sandra, a blond, 15-year-old camper
>
>whose athletic body had captured my attention repeatedly over the past
>few
>days.  She had wrapped a large towel around herself, and as she got
>halfway
>down the runway, she tossed it over her shoulder and let it fall.
>
>   There was a collection of gasps and applause from the crowd, and I
>almost joined in.  Sandra was wearing a white 'crop top' that was about
>two
>sizes too small, with no bra.  Her nipples could be seen quite clearly
>through the material, on either side of a heart shaped cut out that
>showed
>off her wonderful cleavage.
>
>   Her belly button was exposed over the waistband of a tiny pair of
>denim
>shorts that had to have been applied with a shoehorn.  Every curve of
>muscle was clearly defined through the fabric, and a vague outline of
>her
>pubic mound could be seen around the front zipper.  As she turned, you
>could see the tension of the shorts compress her cheeks together.
>Sandals
>without socks completed the outfit.
>
>   After she left the stage to thunderous applause, the remainder of the
>
>daywear group was anti-climactic.  Deciding I would rather be surprised,
>I
>stayed where I was to wait for the swimwear group.
>
>   Through the vent, I could see the campers and staff milling around,
>as
>they waited for the swimwear group to begin.  In what I found to be a
>surprisingly short time, Jackie asked everyone to take their seats.
>This
>time, the house lights were dimmed, and the stage's corner spots were
>turned on to highlight the center area.  Jackie's voice came through the
>
>sound system.
>
>   "Our first model, from the Junior division is Becky, wearing a
>one-piece
>from her 'Baywatch' collection.  Becky stepped out from behind the
>curtain,
>an eight-year-old blond wearing a red bathing suit like the ones used in
>
>the TV series.  As she pirouetted at the end, the suit rode up between
>her
>ass cheeks, highlighting them nicely.
>
>   "Next is Trish, from the Debutantes (older middle girls).  She's
>modeling another one-piece outfit." Trish was an eleven-year-old
>brunette,
>just starting to develop.  The green one-piece she wore hugged her
>curves
>nicely.
>
>   "Our third model is Amanda, from the Juniors, with the final
>one-piece
>of the night, called Peek-A-Boo." Amanda was 9, with brown hair.  When
>she
>stepped out, she was wearing what appeared to be a standard solid white
>bathing suit.  However, as she walked the runway, her hand reached down
>and
>pulled off the side of the suit, revealing bare skin.  As she moved,
>additional sections of the suit, presumably held on by something like
>velcro were removed, leaving areas of naked skin on both her sides and
>belly, as well as the upper center of the chest, creating a decidedly
>erotic look.
>
>   "THAT was interesting.  Next is one of our seniors, Jeanette, with
>her
>'TieDye' bikini, which she made herself, here at camp." Jeanette was 14,
>
>and nicely built, with long legs.  She had tie-dyed a white bikini with
>purple, pink, and yellow patterns, so that the patterns centered right
>on
>her nipples and pubic mound.
>
>   "Next is Erica, also from our seniors group, in her 'metallic
>fantasy'.
>Erica, a fourteen-year-old with bright blond hair, came out wearing a
>bikini that looked like it had been made of tiny silver scales.  As she
>moved, the metallic fabric shifted, catching the light and pulling
>looker's
>attentions to different parts of her body.
>
>   "From the Juniors comes Diane, wearing 'Pink Delight'.  When Diane
>came
>out, my first thought was to wonder what parent sent that to camp for a
>nine-year-old.  Diane, a blonde, was wearing a pink micro bikini-top,
>which
>had her breasts started to develop, would not have covered them.  At is
>was, small rises of flesh around the edge of the pink triangles showed
>where nature was beginning its work.  Her pink bottoms consisted of only
>a
>string around the waist, and a triangle of fabric so small as to be
>noticed
>only by the color difference.  As she spread her legs in the turn at the
>
>end of the runway, the hairless lips of her pussy clearly became visible
>
>for a moment to the sides of the cloth.  On her route back, the pink
>string
>that made of the bikini's rear literally disappeared between her cheeks.
>
>   "Last, but certainly not least is Michelle, from our Rockettes
>(younger
>middle) division, wearing Neon Nights." Michelle, an eleven-year-old
>brunette just starting to develop, was wearing a bright neon orange
>bikini.
>Nothing special, as compared to the last two, but when she reached the
>end
>of the runway, she untied the top and tossed it down, Underneath was a
>slightly smaller neon yellow bikini top.  The same happened to the
>bottoms.
>
>   The lights came back up, as the models for the eveningwear got ready
>to
>perform.  While interesting, I had hopes for better things.
>
>   As the performers got ready for the next set, I traversed the loft
>again, and tried to peek in on the activity below.  Alas, someone had
>hung
>a cloth or towel of some kind over a string that had been under the view
>
>hole, and I couldn't see a thing.  Grumbling under my breath, I returned
>to
>my position.
>
>   Some long minutes later, the lights finally dimmed.  Out of the
>speaker
>system came a steady beat, one of the songs that were popular back then,
>I
>forget the title.
>
>   Jackie's voice rose over the music, as the lights dimmed almost
>totally
>and a spot went up on center stage.  "First up, we have Brenda.  Brenda
>is
>modeling her version of our Girl Scout Uniform, suitable for more than
>just
>meetings." She wasn't kidding.  Brenda, a leggy 15-year-old with light
>auburn hair and a muscular build had made some major changes to the
>uniform.
>
>   The standard skirt had been lengthened to mid-calf, with a slit side
>that allowed her light leg to show almost to her hip when she walked.
>As
>she turned, the high cut revealed a flash of her white panties.
>
>   She had shortened the sleeves of the uniform top, and left the upper
>two
>buttons open, with a neckerchief hanging below the opening, which drew
>the
>viewers' eyes to the tops of her young, firm, breasts.  A slightly small
>
>vest, and a beret at a rakish angle completed the ensemble.  This outfit
>
>could turn a Girl Scout recruiting poster into a porno film ad.  Brenda
>left the stage to thunderous applause.
>
>   The spotlight refocused on the center stage.  Next up is Janine, from
>
>our Rockettes division, wearing the 'layered' look.  Janine stepped out
>from behind the curtain.  Initially, her outfit was not very impressive,
>
>consisting of just a navy sweatshirt and white sweat pants.
>
>   A different voice came over the sound system, a camper, but I could
>not
>recognize it, or see the speaker.  "Not all evenings are fancy dress
>affairs.  Sometimes, you want something a little more comfortable, less
>formal, and more versatile.  Janine tossed her light brown hair over her
>
>shoulder.
>
>   "First, we have a basic sweat outfit, good for a walk on the beach,
>or a
>trip to the movies.  Janine posed.
>
>   "If you feel a bit warm, you can remove the top." Janine reached
>down,
>and with that crossed arm motion I always find so exciting, quickly
>removed
>the sweatshirt.  Underneath was a tight black T-shirt that outlined her
>girlish curves and budding tits.
>
>   "Still warm?  Off with the bottoms!" With a swing of her hips, Janine
>
>pulled the sweatpants down her legs and over her bare feet.  This
>revealed
>a dark green pair of parachute pants that billowed out around her legs.
>
>   "If after all that, you are still a bit warm, you can go one layer
>further." Again with the crossed arm motion, Joanne skinned off the
>T-shirt
>and tossed her hair again.  A pale yellow sports bra highlighted her now
>
>revealed tummy.  Tiny bumps could be seen through the stretching fabric.
>
>   "Finally, after you get home, it's time to get comfortable...." With
>a
>quick motion, she grasped the tie to the parachute pants and pulled.
>Dropping to the floor, they revealed a pair of light yellow boxer shorts
>
>that matched the bra.  Janine took a quick turn on the catwalk, gathered
>up
>her clothes, and returned backstage.
>
>   While interesting, neither of the next two presenters was worth
>detailing.  Peri, a junior modeled a fancy dress, and Belle modeled an
>evening gown that would have been far more attractive on someone who,
>shall
>we say, was a little more slender.
>
>   There was an expectant hum from the crowd as the last eveningwear
>model
>got ready.  This was traditionally a counselor, in a spectacular outfit.
>
>   I wasn't disappointed.  "Our final eveningwear model is Terri, who is
>
>modeling a selection from a certain well-known catalog."
>
>   As I heard the name, I immediately perked up.  Terri was a tall
>brunette
>with hazel eyes.  She tended to wear baggy, loose clothing around camp,
>but
>even that could not conceal what appeared to be a spectacular figure.
>
>   When she stepped out into the circle of light formed by the spot, my
>dick, in all seriousness, turned into a bar of iron.  Terri was wearing
>a
>one-piece dress of a spandex like material, bright red.  Two shoulder
>straps scooped down into a plunging v-neck that displayed the cleavage
>between her pert breasts.  A zipper traveled the full length of the
>dress
>to a high cut hem.  If she turned just so, a patch of shadow was the
>only
>cover her panties had.  As she reached the end of the catwalk and turned
>
>around, I found myself forcibly restraining myself from jerking off
>right
>there.  The back of the dress plunged all the way down to just above a
>gorgeous ass, and the short hem produced only a patch of shadow even
>smaller than the one in front.  When she left the stage, the audience
>was
>too stunned even to clap for several seconds.
>
>   As the lights came up, I leaned my head back and waited for the lump
>in
>my pants to subside.  Thankfully, it would take a few minutes for the
>sleepwear models to get ready.
>
>   Fortunately for my composure, the sleepwear selection was
>unremarkable,
>consisting of sleep shirts, pajamas, and the like.  As the presentation
>concluded, there seemed to be a palpable tension rising in the room.
>After
>the lights were back on, Jackie sent the two youngest divisions back to
>their beds.  Once they were gone, the tension rose higher as the lights
>dimmed for the last section.
>
>   "Finally, ladies, just for us older girls, we have our 'nightwear'
>collection.  There are three presenters tonight, and I think you will
>like
>all of them."
>
>   Music came up again, this time a slow and sensual theme.  As the
>volume
>rose slightly, there was a flash of stockinged leg and cloth through the
>
>curtain.  I knew who it was immediately, as we only had one
>AfricanAmerican
>counselor, Keisha.
>
>   Well, the only word I can use is that Keisha 'slinked' from behind
>the
>curtain.  She was wearing a white terry cloth robe, and below the hem of
>
>the robe, I could see white stockings, which led to white shoes with
>4-inch
>heels.  As I noticed the shoes, the robe dropped to the floor.  If I had
>
>needed to restrain myself before, I wish I was tied down just then.
>Keisha
>was wearing a white, tie-front corset, with gauzy sleeves covering her
>arms. The zigzagging ties in front pushed her ample cleavage up and out
>as
>her belly button peeked between the laces.  Elastic bands were clipped
>from
>the bottom of the corset to her stocking, highlighting white thin
>panties
>through which her pubic hair was clearly visible.  As she struck a
>couple
>of poses, I could feel drops of liquid oozing from the end of my again
>hard
>manhood.  I didn't have time to recover, because as soon as she left,
>the
>spot moved to the side of the stage for model number 2.
>
>   Out came Angie, a gorgeous brunette, who was dating Mike.  I could
>only
>think what a lucky guy he was as I fairly drooled at the sight of her
>outfit.  As she dropped her blue robe, the tops of her tits nearly
>spilled
>over the top of a floral print bustier, which looked like it was ready
>to
>burst the tie that was the only thing holding it closed at the top.  A
>matching G-string panty the size of a large stamp barely covered her
>pussy
>mound, while tight fishnet stockings and black heels accented every
>curve
>on her legs.
>
>   By now, there was a definite wet spot in my crotch area, as I watched
>
>the spot traverse the stage.  Standing there was Ilene, a petite blond.
>Her red robe fell apart and off her shoulders.  She was wearing a pair
>of
>brief white floral panties that were tied at each side with small bows,
>and
>a clip front bra, which she was covering with her arms.  As the light
>full
>hit her, she dropped her arms to her side and posed.  Everyone gasped.
>
>   The bra had no front panels!  Her solid pink nipples poked out firmly
>
>from her firm breasts, which jiggled as she posed.  My dick throbbed
>painfully.
>
>   As the spot widened, all three girls came out on stage.  As the
>bowed, I
>lost it.  My head rocked back as I spasmed wildly.  Without every
>touching
>myself, I felt the cum pour out of my spurting cock into my pants.  By
>the
>time I recovered, gasping, from my intense orgasm, the three beauties
>had
>left the stage and everyone was leaving the hall.  I waited for the room
>to
>clear and snuck back to the wagon, stopping at the cabin for a change of
>
>clothes.  Thankfully, my jeans mostly look alike.
>
>   After picking up the wagon, I ran a few errands to keep up
>appearances
>and returned to camp about an hour before curfew.
>
>   I was still a little too agitated to sleep, so I decided to take a
>quick
>stroll around the grounds.  It seemed like a lot of people were out, I
>barely saw anyone.  As I was passing a trail to the lake area, I heard
>the
>sounds of giggling and splashing.  Curious, I headed down the trail to
>see
>what was going on.
>
>   Apparently a few of the staff, taking advantage of the guys being out
>of
>camp had decided to go skinny-dipping.  Had I realized this, I probably
>would have been quietly, but as it was, they heard me and grabbed their
>towels, affording me only a tantalizing glimpse of breasts and assess as
>
>they skittered past me.  Funny though, I could swear one or two of them
>winked at me as they went past.
>
>   Finally relaxed, I returned to my cabin to get a good nights sleep.
>Thanks be I only had a day on Friday before my day off.
>
>Chapter 9 - Games People Play....
>
>   TGFF.  Well, more accurately, TGFDO.  Thank G-d for days off.
>Especially if they start on a Friday.  These were my thoughts as I spent
>
>the morning making sure all the necessary work was done before leaving
>for
>24 hours of down time.
>
>   It was a bright, sunny, warm, day and I look forward to an afternoon
>of
>hiking, a quiet night at a local motel (alone!), a large breakfast made
>with REAL eggs, and a leisurely walk back to camp by noon Saturday.
>
>   I left the camp in order, I came back in the middle of a mess.  Don't
>
>get me wrong, Kids have to be Kids and all that, but apparently things
>had
>gotten a bit out of hand the night before.  Apparently, five of the
>15-year-old campers had decided to play a joke on the junior 'bed
>wetters.'
>Late at night, just before curfew, they snuck out of their tents and
>dumped
>buckets of ice water of the Junior's bedrolls, with the Juniors inside
>them. The resultant screams woke the camp before the Seniors could
>return
>to their own beds.  The damage was minimal, people were apparently more
>upset at being waken up.
>
>   When I came back on Sat, the five culprits had just finished washing
>and
>drying (by hand!) the clothes they had soaked, and were waiting at a
>picnic
>table to hear what the rest of their punishment would be.
>
>   Traci filled me in, and I immediately seconded her decision.  That
>night, the entire camp was going out to see a movie featuring the latest
>
>heartthrob (I forget who it was).  Making our 'fearsome five' remain
>behind
>in camp, in an empty tent, seemed like a good punishment.  Well, I
>couldn't
>go suggesting the Nikki method now, could I?
>
>   Traci asked me if I wouldn't mind doing the honors and staying behind
>to
>keep an eye on things.  "No problem." I replied, "not my kind of film
>anyway." Promising to find a counselor to keep me company (darn), she
>went
>off to inform our juvenile delinquents of their revised evening
>schedule. A
>chorus of groans told me she had.
>
>   I went back to my cabin and packed away some laundry I had done the
>last
>evening.  Funny, it seemed like I had more underwear when I came to
>camp.
>
>   I spent the rest of the day catching up around camp, and even found
>time
>for a leisurely boat ride across the lake.  Fully recharged and
>refreshed
>for the first time in weeks, the afternoon passed quickly for me.
>
>   Right after dinner, the girls got ready to board buses for their
>movie
>trip.  The theater was about an hour away, so they had to leave early in
>
>time to make the show.  My five charges were sent to the empty tent
>where
>they would be spending their evening.
>
>   We had taken an unused tent in the Junior division and tied the rear
>flap closed from the outside, and thrown some mattresses in there so the
>
>girls had some place to sit or lie.  We allowed each girl to bring a
>pillow, as well as books or whatever else small they wanted.
>
>   I arrived about fifteen minutes after the girls did.  The tent flap
>was
>closed, and I could hear talking coming from inside, probably the girls
>complaining about how unfair this all was.
>
>   The flap popped open, and out came the counselor who would be joining
>me
>this evening at the tent the other campers were now jokingly calling the
>
>'isolation ward.' To my great surprise and pleasure, it was Kate.  We
>had
>not had a good chance to talk since I brought her to camp, so it looked
>like this was going to be a better evening than I thought.  Turns out
>she
>didn't like romantic films much either.
>
>   I smiled at Kate as a poked my head into the tent to let the girls
>know
>I was there.  I warned them very firmly that if Kate or I had to come
>into
>the tent for ANY reason, I'd think of something worse than this.  "Other
>
>than that," I promised, "we'll leave you alone for the rest of the
>evening." Before I left, I looked over the five girls, who were sprawled
>on
>the mattresses in various positions.
>
>   Closest to the flap was Samantha, a petite brunette with large
>breasts.
>Beyond her was Caroline, light brown hair, about 5'2", 110 max.  To her
>right was Bambi (really), a tall-for-her-age blonde with nice legs.
>Just
>in front of Bambi was Lois.  Lois was only 4'8" or so but had a
>wonderful
>ass often covered by her long blond hair.  Finally, there was Marnie,
>the
>group's 'leader,' about 5' 4" with a body some models would kill for.  I
>
>was given to believe she had done a few commercials for juniors
>lingerie.
>
>   Fixing the girls with what I hoped was one last menacing glare, I
>left
>the tent and shut the flap and went over to the picnic table we had
>setup
>up outside.  A quick treatment with some bug repellent, oreos unpacked,
>and
>we were set for the night.
>
>   Kate and I spent the next hour or so catching up on camp and such,
>going
>over what happened since she had arrived, our last days off, etc.  When
>we
>paused in our conversation, we noticed that it seemed awfully quiet
>inside
>the tent.  Deciding to check in without letting them know we were, we
>crept
>around the side of the tent and peered in through a window, the flap to
>which we had conveniently left a little open just for such an occasion.
>
>   As it turned out, everything was just fine.  The girls had pulled
>their
>mattresses together in the center of the tent and were playing poker,
>using
>M&M's as chips.
>
>   We were about to sneak back to the table when I heard Marnie speak
>up.
>"This is SO boring."
>
>   Bambi replied, "I have an idea.  What about Strip Poker?" The girls
>all
>nodded, so Bambi went on.  "Lets see, everyone gets 10 M&Ms.  When you
>run
>out of M&Ms, you have to take of a piece of clothing, then everyone
>gives
>you two from their pile.  Sound fair?"
>
>   All the girls agreed, and Bambi divided the M&Ms as Lois reshuffled
>the
>cards.  All the girls were wearing sweats, it was a surprisingly cool
>night, and we had left them a fan in the tent, mostly to cover any noise
>we
>might have made while checking on them.
>
>   I got up from a crouch and started to head for the table, but before
>I
>moved, I felt Kate's hand grab my wrist.  I looked at her and was
>shocked
>when she mouthed the words, "Let's stay and watch!"
>
>   I didn't even have to respond, my expression must have said it all.
>With a smile, Kate pulled me down to sit on a stump where we could see
>in,
>but they could not see us unless they came right up to the window.  With
>
>her hand still grasping my wrist, Kate found a spot next to me and
>turned
>to watch the activity.  "What the hell, there is always unemployment..."
>I
>thought to myself.  At least, since the seven of us were the only ones
>in
>camp, we were not going to be interrupted.
>
>   While we were getting settled, the girls had started their game.  We
>watched them play, and listened as they went, starting slow, but getting
>
>into a good game rhythm.  It didn't take long for the first victim to
>fall.
>Ironically, it was the one who suggested the game, Bambi.  The other
>girls
>teased her gently as she pulled her sweatshirt over her head.
>Underneath
>was a pale yellow T-shirt that showed the outline of her bra beneath.
>
>   Shortly after, Samantha, Caroline, and Lois all lost their
>sweatshirts.
>All were wearing T-shirts.  Caroline and Samantha both had on blue T's,
>Lois' was black.
>
>   Caroline was the first girl to lose a different piece of clothing.
>Losing her last M&M to Marnie, she stood and stepped out of her
>sweatpants,
>but the length of her shirt prevented any view we may have had.
>
>   I was still a little uncomfortable with this situation.  Looking over
>at
>Kate, I saw she was paying rapt attention to the activities going on
>inside
>the tent.  Checking her hand on my wrist, I notice that her grip had
>loosened, and her fingers had started to move slightly back and forth on
>
>the inside of my wrist.  Comforting myself with the thought that she was
>as
>guilty as I was, I returned my attention to the game.
>
>   During my musings, no one had lost any more clothing, buy Marnie had
>acquired a small fortune in M&Ms and all the other girls were almost
>out.
>It was obvious where the luck was so far tonight.
>
>   Sure enough, two hands later, both Bambi and Samantha again found
>themselves out of candy.  Bambi, as if slightly embarrassed, stood and
>stepped out of her sweats quickly, but I caught a flash of pink before
>her
>T shirt settled.  To my surprise, Samantha didn't remove her pants, but
>instead pulled off her T-shirt.  Her melon-sized breasts were barely
>held
>in by a white sports-style bra.  The pressure on the bra material forced
>it
>tightly over her nipples, making them stand out prominently.
>
>   The tables turned for a few hands, and Marnie lost her M&M hoard, as
>well as her sweatshirt and green T-shirt, leaving her upper body covered
>by
>only a black sports bra.  The sight of her perfect tits clad only in
>that
>bra made my mouth water.
>
>   Giving Marnie the required two M&Ms left Samantha empty, so after
>losing
>the next hand, she too had to give up her sweatpants.  Underneath, she
>had
>on plain white cotton panties, cut high on the side.  Her legs were
>spectacular.
>
>   I stole another glance at Kate, whose hand was now running up and
>down
>the entire length of my arm.  Her attention was still firmly focused on
>the
>inside of the tent, so I decided to take advantage of this and moved a
>little closer to her, so that we were almost touching.
>
>   When I turned my attention back to the tent, Lois had lost her sweat
>pants and Caroline had just run out of M&M's.  Getting to her knees, she
>
>lifted her T-shirt over her head and tossed it into the corner.  As she
>shook out her hair, her adolescent breasts shimmied under a white lacy
>bra.
>
>   Lois interrupted the game.  "I have another idea.  Let's change the
>rules.  First, if anyone loses a piece of clothing, the person with the
>winning hand gets to remove it.  AND if the winning hand is a straight
>flush or better, the winner gets to remove one piece of clothing from
>everyone!" All the girls looked at each other, and agreed.  The cards
>were
>dealt again.
>
>   This time, as the cards were dealt, there was a greater level of
>tension
>in the tent.  It took a few hands before anything happened, but finally
>Marnie tossed down her cards.  "Damn, not one M&M." Who won?
>
>   Bambi smiled as she held up her hand with three Aces and motioned
>Marnie
>to stand.  Kneeling in front of the standing teen, Bambi hooked her
>thumbs
>into the waistband of Marnie's sweatpants.  With a yank, she jerked them
>
>down to the ankles.  Marnie was wearing light blue bikini panties,
>through
>which her black pubic hair was faintly visible before she quickly sat
>back
>down.
>
>   Candy traded positions for another few hands until Bambi found
>herself
>on the short end of the sugar, as it were.  This time, Caroline had the
>winning hand, a full house.  Bambi stood up as Caroline came over to
>her.
>With an impish grin on her lips, Caroline grasped the bottom of Bambi's
>T-shirt and slowly raised it towards Bambi's head.  Bambi gave a visible
>
>shudder as the hem of the shirt crossed the front of her breasts,
>silhouetted nicely in profile, contained in an emerald green silk bra.
>Caroline pulled the T-shift off and added it to the pile in the corner.
>
>   It finally penetrated my stunned consciousness that it had grown dark
>
>outside.  Fully committed now, I nudged Kate and motioned that we should
>
>move closer to the window so we could get an even better view.  Quickly,
>we
>picked up the log stumps we had been sitting on and slid em closer to
>the
>tent.  When we put them down, the logs were closer together and I felt
>her
>hand reach behind me and start scratching my back.  It was a little
>chilly,
>so I put my hand around her and pulled her a bit closer too.
>
>   No one had lost any clothing while we were resettling, and a hand was
>
>just ending.  Samantha smiled as she displayed three kings, and pointed
>to
>Lois as she started to scoop up the candy pile..  Before she could move,
>
>Caroline said "Hold It!" and flipped her cards into the center of the
>table. There was a collective "Oh Damn!." Straight flush, 9-5 in hearts.
>
>   Smiling broadly, Caroline lined the girls up, thankfully on the
>opposite
>side of the tent facing us.  She took a second to decide who was first,
>but
>finally motioned Bambi forward.  "Alphabetical order always works..."
>
>   Caroline turned Brandi sideways giving us an excellent profile view.
>Stepping around the slightly trembling Bambi, she reached up and undid
>the
>clasp on the back of the emerald green bra, easing it around to the
>front,
>and up.  I couldn't tell for sure, but it looked to me as if she had
>deliberately caused the material to brush Bambi's nipples.  As the bra
>fell
>away, Bambi's breasts settled out, as her nipples hardened in the cool
>air.
>Perhaps being merciful, Caroline told Bambi to sit down.
>
>   Lois' turn.  Tentatively, she stepped to where Brandi had just
>vacated.
>Smiling even more broadly, Caroline stepped to Lois' front and tugged
>her
>T-shirt up.  As the hem slipped past the underside of her breasts, it
>was
>clear that Lois was not wearing a bra.  This time I was sure.  As
>Caroline
>raised the T-shirt, she definitely pushed the material tight against the
>
>front of Lois' tits.  Lois swayed slightly as the T-shirt cleared her
>head
>and flew into the corner.  The loss of her T-shirt also revealed pale
>blue
>bikini bottoms, covering that ass.  God what an ass, even better than I
>imagined.  Lori stood for a moment, then sat too.
>
>   I was monetarily distracted by pressure on my right leg.  I looked
>down,
>and saw that Kate had put her free hand on my thigh and was kneading up
>and
>down gently.  I wasted no time in doing the same with my free hand.  I
>didn't want to miss the show, so I quickly looked back into the tent.
>
>   Marnie had taken over the spot just vacated by Lori.  I felt my
>manhood
>rise inside my sweats as I thought of those delicious breasts soon to be
>
>freed from their confinement.
>
>   Caroline stepped behind Marnie and ran her fingers up Marnie's sides,
>
>causing her to jump slightly.  Reaching the bottom of Marnie's bra, she
>grasped the front and rear and lifted quickly, leaving Marnie's breasts
>bouncing slightly as they snapped free.  My dick sprang to full
>attention,
>and I worried for a second about Kate's hand that was inching ever
>closer
>with each stroke, as mine traveled further up the leg of her sweats.
>
>   Alas, my view of Marnie's pear shaped breasts was all too short as
>she
>sat and covered them with crossed arms.  Meanwhile, Caroline had brought
>
>Samantha over.  Due to the size of Samantha's tits, Caroline had some
>difficulty removing her bra, but finally worked it free.  Once released,
>
>they settled into place, as her nipples joined the rest poking out into
>the
>cold air..  She rejoined the other seated players.
>
>   All the girls silently looked at one another, as if to say "Now
>what???". Marnie broke the silence.  "How about once last hand.  Winner
>take all, the others have to do WHATEVER she says for the rest of the
>night..."
>
>   Everyone glanced at her neighbors, uncertainly, then nodded.
>Engrossed
>in the unfolding events, I jumped as Kate's hand made contact with the
>lump
>in my pants, which had begun to subside only slightly.  Embarrassed, I
>quickly looked in her direction, but she just smiled, and turned back to
>
>the tent window.  Her fingers continued their stroking, not changing
>their
>location.  One good turn deserved another, so I inched my fingers closer
>to
>her crotch.  Her legs parted slightly.  From her back, I moved my other
>hand to her side, lightly scratching her ribs and the sides of her
>breasts
>through her clothing.
>
>   The girls had dealt out their last hand and were looking at their
>cards.
>All of them took 2 or 3 cards, so there was no clear winner.
>
>   No one wanted to be the first to show their hand, so there was a long
>
>pause until Samantha, with a muttered "Damn!" put her cards on the
>mattresses...face up.  Pair of 2s.  She looked up.
>
>   Caroline - Three of a kind in 3s.
>
>   Lori - Two Pair, Queens and 4s.
>
>   Marnie - Three of a Kind in 5s.
>
>   Everyone looked at Bambi, who laid out her cards.  Ace high.  As one,
>
>they all turned to Marnie who broke into a big smile.  "Showtime!"
>
>   Marnie looked around at her fellow campers, vaguely reminding me of
>the
>way one might choose meat in a butcher shop.  You could almost sense the
>
>gears turning in her head as she considered her options.  Finally, she
>pointed to Caroline, still clad in a bra and briefs, she said "Well, you
>
>still seem to be a bit overdressed.  We need to fix that.  Who wants to
>volunteer?"
>
>   Possibly hoping to get whatever Marnie had in mind over sooner, Bambi
>
>raised her hand slowly.  Marnie directed Lois and Samantha to move out
>of
>the way, and positioned two mattresses together on the center of the
>floor.
>
>   Settling herself against the side of the tent, she directed Caroline
>to
>lay on her back in the center of the mattresses, and told Bambi to get
>two
>T-shirts from the discarded clothing pile and come over to her.  With
>one
>T-shirt, Marnie blindfolded the kneeling teen, then tied her hands
>together
>with the remaining shirt, so that the palms faced each other.  The bound
>
>teen was then directed to kneel at Caroline's side, so that her knees
>were
>touching Caroline's ribs.
>
>   "Bambi, I want you to remove Caroline's bra and panties.  You can
>only
>use your hands as is." Bambi lowered her bound hands in search of
>Caroline's bra.  Unable to see, she landed them on Caroline's
>midsection,
>causing a small gasp.  Caroline started to speak, but a look from
>Marnie,
>with her finger over her lips, cautioned her to silence.
>
>   As she explored with her fingers, trying to orient herself on
>Caroline's
>body, the tickling motion made the reclining teen squirm.  Finally,
>Bambi's
>questing fingers found the material of Caroline's bra, and from there
>quickly guided themselves to the clasp in the center.  It took only a
>moment for the bra to spring open, revealing breasts topped by brown
>areolae.  While removing the bra, Bambi's hands, clumsy because of the
>bonds, scraped the surface of each breast, causing their nipples, and
>Caroline, to rise in arousal.  Caroline raised her body, and the bra was
>
>slipped off.  In the silence, all the girls could be heard to be
>breathing
>a little heavier.  The bra removed, Bambi trailed her fingers down
>Caroline's body, eliciting small tremors until she reached the waistband
>of
>the pale yellow panties.  With her hands tied, Bambi could not reach
>both
>sides of the undergarment, so was forced to pull the garment down from
>the
>front.  As she did so, she revealed Caroline's light brown pussy hair,
>and
>her hands brushed Caroline's mound, causing the teen to moan.  Once that
>
>was passed, the panties were quickly removed off Caroline's legs.
>Marnie
>stood, untied Bambi, and sent them back with the other two.
>
>   As Marnie planned her next actions, the lull in activity allowed the
>girls in the tent to relax slightly, and my attention to return to my
>own
>body.  Kate's hand had not stopped, and the tip of my dick was
>threatening
>to poke out of the top of my jeans.  I had not been idle, and noticed a
>slight dampness where my finger had been making circular motions between
>
>Kate's legs.  I decided to up the tempo a bit, but before I could, my
>attention was drawn back to the interior of the tent.
>
>   Marnie now had Lois standing at attention in the center of the
>mattresses and was giving her instructions.  "No matter what happens you
>
>can't move or make a sound.  If you do, you will have to go outside,
>dressed just like this.  Understand?" Lois swallowed once, and nodded.
>Idly, I wondered why no one had "chickened out" but attributed it to the
>
>female version of male pride.
>
>   Leaving Lois standing, Marnie went over to Samantha and whispered a
>set
>of instructions into her ear.  Samantha's expression rapidly changed
>from
>curiosity, to amazement, to downright shock, to a broad smile.  Lois
>just
>looked more nervous.
>
>   Instructions completed, Marnie moved back to her previous seat to
>watch
>as Samantha rose and stepped towards a trembling Lois.  As she got
>closer,
>Samantha picked up one of the discarded T-shirts, then stepped behind
>Lois,
>blindfolded her, and stepped behind her.
>
>   Reaching forward, Samantha slowly scraped her nails down Lois' back.
>The blonde trembled slightly, but did not move.  After a few seconds of
>this, it was obvious Lois was not giving in, so Samantha tried a little
>harder.  Stepping forward she pressed the tips of her breasts into Lois'
>
>back and reached around.  While moving her breasts gently against the
>blonde's back, Samantha took each of Lois' nipples between a finger and
>thumb and kneaded them gently.  Lois' nipples sprang to attention and
>she
>swayed slightly, but still did not move or utter a sound.
>
>   Samantha kept trying for a moment or two longer, but unable to evoke
>a
>response from Lois, played what would be her last card.  Removing one
>hand
>from Lois' breasts, Samantha moved it down and slipped it under the
>waistband of Lois' pale blue panties.  Through the material, I could see
>
>her finger massage the front of Lois' womanhood, then slip inside!
>
>   The muscles stood out on Lois' neck from the effort she was making to
>
>keep still and silent.  Just when it looked like she was going to lose
>the
>battle, Marnie called out "Time!" and Samantha stopped and stepped away.
>
>"Lois, I told Samantha that if she was able to make you move in five
>minutes or less, after you came back in, she could do whatever she
>wanted
>with you for the rest of the night.  Since she didn't, I suppose it is
>only
>fair if you get to do whatever you want with HER for the rest of the
>night..." Lois turned and looked at Samantha.  I couldn't see her
>expression, but Samantha's face went red, then pale.  Marnie told the
>two
>of them to sit, and wait till she was done.
>
>   As Marnie pondered her next move, I made mine.  Altering the motion
>of
>my hand, I started circling a larger area, finally reaching the elastic
>of
>Kate's sweats.  With each arc, I caught the top of the material and
>tugged
>slightly, causing the waistband to slide a little lower.  After a few
>rotations, I could feel the silky material of her panties, or whatever
>she
>was wearing.  Another few motions, and over an inch was revealed.  Kate
>noticed my actions, and removing her hand from my back, lifted her hips
>off
>the seat.
>
>   Accepting the offered invitation, I grasped the sides of her
>sweatpants
>with both hands and pulled them down, leaving them to pool around her
>ankles.  Both of my hands went back to their earlier positions, this
>time
>with less material between myself and her, as I also slipped my hands
>under
>the back of her shirt.
>
>   I felt her hands fumbling with the button on my jeans.  After a
>moment,
>the button popped open, and I heard and felt my zipper pop open, along
>with
>a cool gust of air on my overheated privates.  I was able to lift my
>hips
>without using my hands, and soon my pants were in the same position as
>hers.
>
>   With one hand, she returned to stroking my dick through my underwear,
>
>paying special attention to the tip, now poking above the waistband of
>my
>jockeys, slowly oozing fluid.  Pausing, she took a drop of the fluid on
>the
>tip of her finger and raised it to her mouth, where she sucked for a
>second
>before placing her hand back.  Not to be outdone, I rubbed my finger
>across
>the wetness that had developed on her panties and raised it to my lips.
>Her juices tasted mildly sharp, with a wonderful musky aroma.
>
>   Having gotten so caught up in our own activities, we lost track of
>what
>was happening inside the tent.  A low moan caused us to turn back, and
>we
>both immediately locked into rapt attention.  While we were playing, the
>
>girls had apparently thrown caution, and modesty, to the winds.
>
>   Marnie was still sitting against the wall across from us, but now her
>
>legs were spread, panties hanging off her right ankle.  In front of her,
>
>Bambi was lying on her stomach, her head buried in Marnie's crotch.
>Though
>we couldn't see any actual contact, Bambi's motions and Marnie's
>expression
>left NO doubt as to what was actually going on.
>
>   It didn't take long for Marnie to start spasming.  Her legs jerked
>and
>breasts heaved as Bambi's head motions increased their speed.  Finally,
>Marnie screamed and collapsed back against the wall of the tent, limp as
>a
>rag doll.  We looked for the other girls.
>
>   Lois had gotten her revenge all right.  Using clothing, Lois and
>Caroline had tied Samantha to the floor slats of the tent, spread-eagled
>on
>a mattress.  Poor Samantha couldn't move.  The other two were tormenting
>
>her, placing kisses and touches on all parts.  As I watched, Lois took a
>
>finger, and wetting it in her mouth, inserted just the tip into
>Samantha's
>pussy mound, making her squirm wildly.  Meanwhile, Caroline started to
>give
>Samantha's massive tits a tongue bath, spending a particular amount of
>time
>switching from one nipple to the other.  Each time it appeared Samantha
>was
>close to orgasm, the other two stopped their ministrations as Samantha
>begged for release.  Finally, being merciful, I guess, Lois and Brandi
>resumed their assault.  This time, they didn't stop.  Lois inserted
>first
>one, then two, then finally three fingers into Samantha's dripping box
>and
>plunged them in and out.  After only a few seconds, Samantha uttered a
>guttural moan as a small stream of fluid gushed out over Lois' fingers,
>where they were quickly licked off by Caroline.  As Samantha's body
>relaxed, Lois and Caroline rolled out of view together, but both started
>
>making it clear what they were doing by moaning loudly.
>
>   Meanwhile, Marnie had recovered and was returning Bambi's oral
>favors.
>Marnie was lying on the floor, on her back, and Bambi squatted above her
>
>mouth, facing us.  From our vantagepoint, we could see Marnie's tongue
>as
>it plunged in and out of the blonde's pussy.  Bambi's eyes were screwed
>shut, and her breasts bobbed in time to Marnie's head movements.
>Marnie's
>tongue flicked rapidly over Bambi's now extruded clit, and this proved
>too
>much for the tall teen as she crashed her body down on Marnie's face,
>grunting wildly, then collapsed forward.  Simultaneously, two low moans
>from under the window let us know that Caroline and Lois had also found
>release.
>
>   Listening to the heavy breathing of the exhausted girls, we noticed
>that
>we had both stopped our activities.  Before we could continue, however,
>we
>heard the sounds of returning buses and quickly scrambled back into our
>clothes.  The girls inside the tent heard too and roused themselves to
>untie Samantha and get dressed.  By the time the moviegoers had
>disembarked, we were back at our table, having gone to the tent to
>summon
>out the girls.
>
>   Traci and Jackie came by to relive us and pick up our five campers,
>asking us how the night had gone.  "Fine," I replied, "didn't hear a
>peep
>out of them." Marnie looked at us curiously, and when Jackie and Traci
>were
>both turned away, we both winked at the camper then turned away, leaving
>
>her to ponder what we knew.
>
>   After all that had occurred though, perhaps the best part was, as we
>were leaving, Kate whispered to me, "sorry we got interrupted.  I'll
>make
>it up to you!" I felt her hand grab and squeeze mine briefly as we
>separated.
>
>   Grinning broadly, I returned to my cabin to 'relieve my tension' and
>get
>a good nights sleep.  Suddenly I had a lot to look forward to.
>
>Chapter 10 - Be Prepared.....
>
>   I awoke Sunday morning in great spirits.  They lasted about an hour.
>Before I could even get breakfast, I was cornered by Traci.  "There's
>been
>a small change in plans," she said.  I waited for the other shoe to
>drop.
>"The Boy Scouts are coming tomorrow instead of next week.  I've already
>told the girls." Before I could interrupt, she continued, "I know, I
>know,
>but they called me this morning.  Something about a camporee.  It was
>either this or cancel..." She looked at me helplessly and I sighed.  We
>both knew the girls would kill us if we canceled.
>
>   To fill you in, there was a Boy Scout summer camp, like our own, not
>too
>far away, Twice each season, the camps got together, once at our
>facility,
>once at theirs.  The kids all signed up for joint activities, we had
>outdoor picnic meals, and a co-ed dance at night.
>
>   We had been doing this for over five years, so the systems were
>pretty
>much in place, but now we had less than one day to set it all up.  Not
>good. Still, there was no helping it.  I snagged a Danish and headed to
>the
>office.  It was going to be a long day.
>
>   I didn't stop until almost 9:30 P.M., when I finally grabbed dinner.
>Everything completed, finally, I tottered off to my cabin and collapsed.
>
>   Monday.
>
>   The sun and I both arose about the same time on Monday.  Bleary eyed,
>I
>checked the entire camp, making sure everything was in place for the
>day. I
>finished my rounds just as cleanup ended and the buses from the boys
>camp
>started to arrive.  So much for breakfast, again.
>
>   We actually managed to get all the kids to their activities with a
>minimum of problems.  After two periods and lunch, I actually thought we
>
>had pulled it off without a hitch, as I went to check the archery range.
>
>   Hitch time.  When I got to the range there was no one there.  I
>checked
>my clipboard.  Eight kids, four from each camp, and two counselors were
>supposed to have been there.
>
>   I had been warned that this might happen.  Sometimes the kids blew
>off
>an activity if they could get the counselors to go along, but I had to
>make
>sure everything was OK.
>
>   I walk quietly.  So, when I noticed a movement down range, since I
>didn't really want to disturb the kids if nothing was wrong.  I peered
>around one of the archery targets.  All eight kids were seated in a
>circle,
>but there was not sign of the two counselors.  The kids were talking,
>but
>before I made my presence known, my ears caught something, and I stopped
>to
>listen.
>
>   One boy was speaking.  "They promised to leave us alone for the whole
>
>two hours if we didn't say where they went." I had an idea where that
>was.
>A girl answered, "Cool.  A whole two hours.  Are we gonna play?"
>
>   Play?  I knew I should stop whatever was going to happen, but my mind
>
>kept flashing back to two nights before, and the "card game." "Besides,"
>I
>rationalized to myself, "I'll stay here, just in case anything goes
>wrong."
>
>   Looking around, I settled into a position behind a target and some
>hay
>bales.  I could see under the target, giving me a clear view of the
>kids,
>but unless they looked directly at the hole, there was no way they could
>
>see me.  The piled hay bales also hid me from the sight of anyone else
>entering the range.
>
>   Once settled, I took stock of the eight campers, who by the sound of
>things were going to play a game of truth or dare.  I didn't know any of
>
>the boys involved, of course, and was not too familiar with the girls
>that
>were here, but thankfully, everyone was wearing name tags so it made
>them
>easy to identify.
>
>   Directly in front of me was a male, wearing denim shorts, and a black
>
>Tshirt with a plain back.  He had blond hair, but that was all I could
>see.
>
>   To his left was a girl.  From her size, I'd guess she was 13 or so.
>She
>had long light brown hair, drawn up in a ponytail with one of those
>scrunchy things.  She was wearing a white tee with a plain back and
>black
>shorts.  I couldn't see her face either.
>
>   Net to her was a boy, obviously big for his age.  In profile, I could
>
>see he still had freckles to match his red hair.  He was also 13 or 14
>(all
>the kids were, I think, except for MaryBeth, who was an older 12), and
>was
>wearing a bright orange tank top, beige shorts, sneakers, and white
>socks.
>
>   Seated to the left of him was a thin blond girl, with a nametag that
>read Jane.  Jane had on a one-piece floral print bathing suit, with
>running
>shorts, socks, and shoes.
>
>   Her left hand rested next to a boy, whose nametag read "Hank." Hank
>looked almost exactly like Macaluay (sp?) Culkin would, if he had black
>hair.  He had an army green T-shirt and short combo with the boys' camp
>logo on them, and hiking boots.
>
>   Next to him was MaryBeth, I suppose the junior of the group.  She was
>
>only about 4'7" or so, maybe 90 lbs.  tops, including long brunette
>hair. A
>loose blue tank top prevented me from determining the state of her chest
>
>development, while also partially covering yellow shorts.  She had
>sandals
>on.
>
>   I could only see the last guy at an angle, but I caught a look at his
>
>name tag, which said "Barry" as he turned.  Barry was slightly
>overweight,
>with light brown hair, and was wearing a blue t-shirt and dark green
>shorts. Of the bunch, he looked the most uncomfortable.
>
>   Finally, there was one last girl.  I couldn't see her nametag, but
>she
>was wearing denim overalls on top of a yellow T-shirt.  Her brown hair
>was
>cut short.
>
>   While I was looking the campers over, they had set up the rules of
>the
>game.  One camper would ask another to select "truth" or "dare." If
>truth,
>the camper being asked had to answer one question honestly.  If dare, he
>or
>she had to do whatever the asker said.  The only way out of the dare was
>if
>4 of the remaining 7 kids agreed it was too much.
>
>   The other rules were: first, if a player's dare involved another
>camper,
>the one who was not being dared could refuse and the dare was over.
>Second, if a person got caught bluffing on a truth question, he or she
>would have to do two dares made up by the whole group.  Third, no one
>could
>pick the person who had just dared them.
>
>   The campers "shot it out" to see who went first, and the blond boy
>with
>his back to me was the winner.  The game began.
>
>   The as-yet-unidentified teen looked around for a second, then chose.
>"Chelli.  Truth or dare?" The answer came form the girl to his left, in
>the
>white tee.  "Truth."
>
>   "How far have you ever gone with a boy?"
>
>   I couldn't see Chelli's face, but I could almost hear her blush as
>she
>replied, "third base." The blond started to ask more, but Chelli stopped
>
>him, "Only one question.  My turn.  Hank, truth or dare?."
>
>   Hank started to respond, then seemed to change his mind.  "Dare."
>Chelli
>had one ready.  "Pick any girl here.  She gets to kiss you anywhere she
>wants." Hank immediately chose MaryBeth who leaned over and gave him a
>quick peck on the cheek.  Hank looked a bit disappointed.
>
>   Hank selected Jane as his choice, she also chose dare.  It took Hank
>a
>quick moment to come up with one.  "You have to kiss one boy on the
>mouth."
>Jane just leaned over to the redhead next to her, who turned to face
>her.
>They quickly kissed and released, but it was obvious it was not the
>first
>time for any of them.
>
>   The game went on for a few turns.  Nothing of significance happened,
>just some kissing and admissions as to what each person had and had not
>done.  Turns out all of them were virgins, but most had some experience.
>
>Barry was the least experienced, having admitted shyly that he had only
>kissed a girl, and from what I could figure out from the terms used,
>Jane
>was the most experienced.  I also learned the names of the other
>campers.
>Dan was the blond with his back to me, Alan was on the other side of
>Chelli. Tammy was wearing the denim overalls.
>
>   Things started to get a little more interesting as Alan selected
>MaryBeth to go next.  I knew MaryBeth was only 12, and that made her the
>
>youngest, so I kind of expected the others to go easier on her.  Wrong.
>She chose a dare.
>
>   Alan grinned as he told her what to do.  She had to pick one boy and
>let
>him feel any part of her body he wanted for thirty seconds.  I expected
>her
>to be concerned, but she just pointed at Barry, perhaps expecting him to
>
>refuse and let her off the hook.  He didn't.
>
>   Hesitantly, Barry reached over and placed his right hand on her left
>breast.  With her shirt being loose, it was hard to tell what he had a
>hold
>of, but there was definitely something there.  His hand massaged her
>chest,
>surprisingly gently, and MaryBeth closed her eyes.  Alan called time and
>
>Barry yanked his hand back.
>
>   After MaryBeth regained her composure a moment later, she looked
>around
>with a glint in her eye.  I think it was obvious to everyone that things
>
>had moved to the next level.  MaryBeth picked Barry.
>
>   I half expected him to pick truth again, but he seemed to have lost
>some
>of his reservations.  Dare.  MaryBeth said, "It's only fair.  You can
>pick
>any other girl and she can feel you anywhere she wants for one minute."
>Barry started to look nervous again.  A little shakily, he pointed at
>Jane.
>
>   Jane didn't seem to be put off.  as she stood and walked over to
>Barry.
>The angle restricted my view but I could see her hands stroke his chest,
>
>then dropped lower.  Barry jerked, and though I couldn't see, I could
>guess
>what was happening.  MaryBeth called time and Jane sat back down.
>Everyone
>looked a little flustered and I thought things were really going to get
>going now, though I was not sure how far.
>
>   Barry picked Tammy next, but before she went, she suggested the game
>be
>changed to just "dare." Everyone agreed.  Barry's dare was simple.
>"Take
>off your overalls."
>
>   Everyone paused for a second, wondering if Tammy was going to
>challenge.
>She didn't.  Getting to her knees, she undid the buttons on the shoulder
>
>straps of her overalls, letting them fall.  She sat down and shucked
>them
>off, folding them next to her.  Her T-shirt was oversized so no one
>could
>see what was underneath.
>
>   Tammy chose Dan, and dared him to let each of the other girls kiss
>him
>once, anywhere they wanted.  Dan nodded, and each girl took her turn.
>Chelli went first and kissed him hard on the lips, as did Jane.
>MaryBeth
>crawled over to him, and planted a hard, wet kiss on his neck.  I was
>beginning to suspect that despite her young age, MaryBeth might be one
>of
>the most experienced girls there.
>
>   Dan had a wickedly creative mind.  He selected Jane, and told her she
>
>was to remove a different piece of clothing from each of the other
>players,
>herself included.  Again, I expected a possible challenge, but none
>came.
>Jane went to Chelli first, and smiling, removed her hair crunchy.  There
>
>was a brief debate whether that counted as clothing, but it was finally
>allowed.
>
>   From Alan, she took sneakers.  She took off her own shorts, leaving
>herself in just a bathing suit and footwear.  Hank lost his socks.  When
>
>she got to MaryBeth, she realized her options were getting limited.
>Quickly she took off MaryBeth's T-shirt, revealing a black bikini top.
>MaryBeth's breasts were still developing, but filled out the bikini
>nicely.
>
>   When she got to Barry, she realized she had a problem, all the outer
>pieces of clothing had been used.  She finally appealed to the others,
>who
>let her off the hook by taking Barry and Tammy's footwear.
>
>   She sat down, looking vaguely relieved, and told Alan to go next.
>She
>was also creative.  She told him that for every piece of clothing he
>took
>off, he could tell one other girl to take one off too.  Alan considered
>this for a moment then pulled off his socks.  He pointed to Tammy.  She
>had
>already lost her overalls and sandals, and so was forced to remove her
>t-shirt.  She stood up and quickly stripped it over her heard, then sat
>right back down, slightly embarrassed.  Her chest had not really started
>
>developing yet, and she was wearing a light colored training bra, along
>with plain white cotton briefs.  I noticed several of the boys were
>making
>themselves more comfortable.
>
>   Next, Alan pulled off his tank top, for which Chelli removed her
>sandals. That was enough for him.
>
>   Alan picked MaryBeth.  He dared her to pick any boy and let him feel
>anything he wanted, for a minute, even under clothing.  There was a
>collective intake of breath, but no one complained as things were
>starting
>to get really serious.  She chose Dan.
>
>   Dan smiled, and walked on his knees over to MaryBeth, who closed her
>eyes.  Placing his hands on her black bikini top, he began to rub
>gently.
>After only a few seconds, his hands slipped under the material, where
>you
>could see his fingers move on the surface of her tits.  MaryBeth moaned
>slightly and started to sway a little before time was called.  Everyone
>now
>looked excited and flushed.
>
>   They all seemed to realize that time was passing, I suspect, because
>now
>things really started to heat up.
>
>   MaryBeth dared Hank next.
>
>   Her dare was simple.  "Strip." Hank stared at her, uncomprehending
>for a
>moment.  Here it comes, I thought, this is where it stops.  Hank even
>started to speak, but then changed his mind, I guess.  Maybe he was
>thinking about what could come next.  He stood up and quickly removed
>his
>T-shirt and shorts, hesitating as he found himself clad only in a pair
>of
>white fruit of the looms.  With a decisive jerk, they too fell, leaving
>him
>exposed to the world.  Let's just say puberty had hit.  Both MaryBeth
>and
>Jane had looks on their faces best described as 'hungry' while the
>others
>had expressions that reflected mixed excitement, amusement, and shock.
>
>   Hank must have noticed, because he sat down, legs crossed, and picked
>
>Jane next.  Before he could even speak, Jane knew what he had in mind.
>She
>just stood up and slipped off the straps of her suit, then pulled them
>down
>past her shoulders.  With a wiggle, the suit fell to the ground.  Her
>teenaged breasts shook out and settled into apple-sized globes, and
>everyone could see a light covering of blond hair covering her pussy.
>She
>quickly sat down, hands in lap, and picked Dan.
>
>   You should be able to guess what Dan had to do.  I couldn't see his
>attributes from my angle, but Tammy snickered slightly and he looked
>awfully embarrassed, so I suspected puberty wasn't done with him yet.
>Dan
>chose Tammy, but added a twist, this time he told her to pick another
>camper to actually remove her clothing.
>
>   It took Tammy a minute to decide, but she finally settled on Alan,
>who
>stepped up to, then behind her.  From the back, I could see him fumble
>with
>the clasp of her training bra, finally springing it free.  As he removed
>
>it, I had a wonderful view of her tiny mounds, which protruded no more
>than
>" from her chest, with tiny bumps for nipples.  Still behind her, he
>hooked
>his hands into the waistband of her cotton panties and dragged them
>down. I
>couldn't get a good view.
>
>   Barry started to smile a bit too widely, because Tammy noticed and
>picked him next.  To his credit, he quickly stood up and shucked his
>clothing.  When his underwear dropped there was a collective gasp, even
>from me.  The boy was huge.  Even at 13 years of age, his cock stood at
>attention and was at least 7" long and over 2" around.  This reaction
>embarrassed him more, and he dropped like a stone, hands in his lap.
>
>   Chelli was next, and she disrobed quickly, revealing grapefruit size
>breasts and a v-shaped patch of hair over her cunt, which she obviously
>kept trimmed.
>
>   Next to go was Alan.  No instructions were necessary, as everyone
>knew
>what to do by now.  Alan apparently had not hit puberty yet, his dick
>was
>only maybe 2" long when hard, but it was twitching madly.  Everyone
>giggled
>a bit at the sight, but he took it with good graces.
>
>   Finally, all eyes turned to the last one dressed, MaryBeth.  She
>started
>to stand, but Alan spoke up, "It's still my dare, isn't it?  Instead of
>you
>taking them off, you pick someone else to do each piece, and they get to
>
>play with whatever they show for 30 seconds." MaryBeth looked almost
>eager
>at the thought and wasted no time making her first choice.
>
>   She offered her sandaled left foot to Tammy, who unbuckled it and
>tossed
>it aside.  Holding the foot by the ankle, Tammy lightly stroked the
>underside, causing MaryBeth to giggle.  The other foot was offered to
>Jane,
>who did the same thing.  MaryBeth next presented her rear to Barry, who
>had
>the honor of removing her shorts.  His hands trembled with excitement as
>he
>fumbled with the button in front, working it free finally.  The shorts
>dropped to her ankles as Barry rubbed his hands up and down her thighs,
>from her knees to the bottoms of her black bikini.  MaryBeth's knees
>started to get a little wobbly before time was called.
>
>   Next, she stepped over to Hank and bent over slightly.  He reached up
>
>and behind her to untie the small strings that held her top on.  As the
>top
>fell into his lap, her tits sprang free.  They were lovely, pear shaped,
>
>with tiny pink nipples sticking out.  Hank took each of the nipples in a
>
>hand and rubbed gently.  A little too hard at first, as MaryBeth
>grimaced,
>but he soon got the idea and massaged them gently as MaryBeth moaned.
>Thirty seconds passed all too quickly for both of them.
>
>   Alan looked at Dan, wondering who would get to remove her panties,
>and
>expose the treasure beneath.  MaryBeth surprised us all by turning to
>Chelli, perhaps thinking this the safest way out.  Chelli kneeled in
>front
>of MaryBeth, giving me a wonderful view of her naked buttocks.  Grasping
>
>the sides of MaryBeth's black bottoms, she quickly slid them to the
>ground
>and off.  Only a small patch of fuzz was visible above MaryBeth's
>hairless
>pussy.  MaryBeth started to sit, but Chelli restrained her by placing
>her
>palm directly on the front of the 12-year-old's cunt.  MaryBeth let out
>a
>low moan as Chelli rotated her palm, while everyone else's jaws dropped.
>
>Chelli let her hand swirl for a moment longer before taking it away and
>letting MaryBeth stumble back to her seat.
>
>   The was a long moment of silence as the eight now naked teens each
>considered how much further they were willing to go.  Finally, they
>discussed it among themselves, and came up with another rule change.
>Each
>person got to dare one other person to do ANYTHING.  And once someone
>had
>been dared they could not be dared again.  Dan had come up with the
>idea,
>so he got to go first, and they would go around the circle to the left.
>
>   Everyone seemed very nervous, perhaps worried about what was going to
>
>happen, but the sound of a beeping watch reminded them that time was
>limited, and no one was stopping now.
>
>   Dan took a deep breath, and then picked Jane.  Taking another breath,
>
>her dared her to "pick any other guy, and play with his thingie until it
>
>squirts." Jane just shrugged, as if to say no problem.  She looked over
>her
>choices and settled next to the pre-pubescent Alan.  While short, his 2"
>
>phallus was standing out firmly, and was over an inch across.  Leaning
>over, she encircled the entire member with her fist and pumped gently.
>It
>was obvious to me she had some practice.  Alan, though, apparently had
>not,
>for it was only a matter of a few strokes until his hips began to buck
>and
>a thin white stream shot from between her fingers.  Alan collapsed to
>the
>ground with a grunt as Jane let go.  Everyone was staring at the scene,
>as
>if they could not believe it had actually happened.
>
>   Since Chelli was next in line, it was her pick.  She looked like she
>had
>something in mind for Alan, but he was still recovering, so she picked
>Hank
>instead.
>
>   Hanks dare was to pick any girl he wanted, who could do what she
>wanted
>to him for 3 minutes.  Looking at Jane (and probably remembering what
>she
>did to Alan), he finally set on Chelli.  She protested briefly, but
>everyone reminded her she hadn't said any OTHER girl, so....
>
>   Chelli stood up, walked over to him, and had him stand in front of
>her.
>Leaning forward, she pulled him into a kiss.  Their lips met, awkwardly
>at
>first, but soon settled into a passionate lock.  Each put a hand around
>the
>other, pulling their bodies together.  Chelli's free hand drifted
>downward
>and gripped Hank's erect manhood, stroking slowly, but rapidly.  His
>hand
>started to drift to her crotch, but she broke the kiss long enough to
>tell
>him to stop.  His attention was soon distracted anyway, as her hand
>motions
>started to produce the desired response.  His inexperienced rod jerked
>once, twice, three times, then his hips bucked and more cum joined
>Alan's
>soaking into the ground, some if it landing on Chelli's leg.
>
>   They kissed for a moment longer before releasing each other.  Hank
>looked a bit dazed, but before he sat down he told MaryBeth she would go
>
>next, once he got his breath back.
>
>   MaryBeth was getting a bit nervous while Hank took a minute to
>recover,
>and that didn't change when she got her instructions.  Her dare was
>basically the same as Hank's, except she had to pick a guy, and she was
>not
>allowed to join in.  She swallowed a bit heavily, before motioning to
>Dan.
>
>   Dan motioned to her to lie in the center of the circle, on her back.
>As
>everyone watched, I noticed that Jane had again begun to play with
>Alan's
>restiffening dick, as he idly toyed with her nipples.  Hank and Chelli
>were
>also cuddled together and fondling all over each other, with Hank
>finally
>allowed to run his fingers across Chelli's crotch, causing her to sigh
>each
>time.  Barry and Tammy had moved closer together also.  Returning my
>gaze
>to the center of the action, I saw that Dan was rapidly fluttering his
>fingers around MaryBeth's breasts and stomach, causing her to undulate
>slightly.  Finally, he leaned over and pressed his lips to her left
>nipple,
>causing her to jerk.  As he sucked on her nipples, his hand wandered
>between her legs, which parted as if by magic, revealing her naked
>womanhood.
>
>   His finger began to move all around the 12-year-old's love hole, with
>no
>particular skill but plenty of enthusiasm.  Still, his random stroking
>connected with her lips and clit often, sending the petite brunette into
>
>spasms of ecstasy.  As she settled down, I thought things were done,
>till I
>noticed Dan curl one finger and insert the tip into her virgin hole.  He
>
>was a little too forceful and I heard a grunt of discomfort, which
>quickly
>turned into a sigh as his finger began to work itself in and out of her
>hole, up to his first knuckle.  This time, when she came, the spasms
>were
>so strong that she physically expelled Dan's finger from her cunt.  As
>things calmed down, Dan looked at his finger in amazement, as if he
>couldn't believe what had just happened.
>
>   MaryBeth had just enough energy to lift her head weakly.  She looked
>at
>Tammy and Barry, and said to the brown haired female, "He's yours,"
>before
>her head dropped back.  Tammy wasted no time.  Reaching down, she
>grasped
>Barry's monster in one hand and began to pump slowly.  Her fingers could
>
>not close around the massive muscle, but that didn't seem to bother
>Barry,
>who, following Dan's example had attached his mouth to Tammy's tits.
>
>   This went on for a moment or two (longer than any of the other guys
>had
>even lasted) until they broke apart.  Tammy just smiled at Barry, who
>was
>wearing a goofy grin, and said "I've always wanted to try this.." Before
>
>Barry could even ask what she meant, her head dipped down and she took
>the
>head of his throbbing cock into her mouth.
>
>   What Tammy lacked in practice, she made up in effort.  As her lips
>moved
>up and down on the top two inches of Barry's dick, I could see her
>cheeks
>suck in.  Barry's head lolled back, and his hands had clenched into
>fists.
>All other activity had stopped to watch this, even MaryBeth and Dan, who
>
>had by now resumed their mutual explorations, Dan's dick now firmly in
>MaryBeth's hand.
>
>   Teen-age stamina aside, Barry was only human, and started to grunt
>uncontrollably.  Tammy realized what was about to happen and pulled her
>face away, resuming her hand action.  Barry spasmed once and a thick
>stream
>of white fluid shot over a foot and a half into the air before landing
>on
>the grounds.  A small drop landed in Tammy's hair, and I wondered if
>she'd
>notice before someone else did.
>
>   In the silence that followed, the faint sounds of approaching
>footsteps
>could be heard from down the far trail.  As the teens scrambled for
>discarded clothing in a panic, you could see the frustration on their
>face
>that they had not been able to finish.  I knew how they felt as I
>adjusted
>my shorts and slipped away.  As I left, I saw the returning counselors
>walking back, hand-in-hand.  Yep, I was right.
>
>   Unfortunately, I still had many things to do that day, so I couldn't
>go
>looking for any more illicit activity.  As it was, Traci looked a little
>
>annoyed at me by the time I finally made it back to the office.  I
>covered
>by apologizing for stopping to rest a bit, and taking an unscheduled
>nap. I
>guess she bought it, but she assigned me to man the office for the rest
>of
>the day, so she could get some rest.  I was stuck there till dinnertime.
>
>   The picnic meals went fine.  I even got to see Kate for a few
>minutes.
>Our budding relationship was one of those "open secrets" that you get in
>
>small communities, we never said anything, but everyone knew.  Alas, we
>had
>no time to ourselves, but she did promise to try to see me later that
>night, if our schedules permitted.
>
>   After dinner, everyone started to get ready for the dance.  It was my
>
>job to chase away some of the girls who kept trying to find ways to peer
>
>into the guest cabins the boys were using to shower and change (I had
>long
>since past bought blinds for my own cabin windows).  Only a few girls
>came
>up the trail, and they quickly turned back when they saw me standing
>there.
>
>   The dance went well.  I noticed with some amusement that the pairings
>
>formed at the archery range that afternoon still seemed to be together.
>During the dance itself, I had to stay outside the RecHall, so I didn't
>really get a chance to join in.  I had to make sure none of our couples
>(staff or camper) decided to take a private stroll.  Apparently, I was
>not
>as successful as I thought I had been, as I found out much later.
>
>   (Author's Note: As before, I am including the text of the interview
>below at this point for the sake of chronological order.  The actual
>interview came much later on, under circumstances that I can't describe
>for
>fear of ruining later parts of the story.  Also, I couldn't make a
>recording, just notes, so I am not quoting Corin's responses verbatim,
>hence you might find the phrasing rather strange, not what you would
>expect
>from a girl her age.)
>
>   Corin was 11 years old at the time, I realized from looking at her
>file.
>It's ironic too that I had noticed her that night.  She had been wearing
>a
>bright floral print dress that hung from straps on her shoulders down to
>
>her knees, with white stockings and shoes.  She was an early bloomer, I
>could make out small mounds pushing out the top of her dress.  Some boy
>was
>asking her to dance, I guessed he was 12 or so (I found out later, he
>was
>14).  I remember thinking he was a lucky guy.  Corin was a real cutie,
>with
>red hair in a ponytail and a hint of freckles.  She was on her school
>gymnastics team, and so was firm and lithe, with almost no baby fat.  I
>had
>found her wandering into my fantasies once or twice after seeing her at
>the
>water slide.  Later that night, I looked for them again, but didn't see
>them.  I figured that they had found others to dance with, but I was
>mistaken.  Later, I found out what really happened.
>
>   (Begin insertion edited interview)
>
>   Me: So, where DID you two go that night?
>
>   Corin: Well, this older boy, Ralph (he said everyone called him Rolf,
>
>like the muppets), asked me to dance.  I guess he thought I was older or
>
>something.  We went out on the dance floor while some song was playing,
>I
>think it was Janet Jackson.  Anyway, we danced until the song ended.
>Then
>a slow song came on, and I started to sit down, but he asked me if I
>wanted
>to keep dancing.  I had never slow-danced with a boy before, but I
>didn't
>want him to know that, besides, me and a few of the girls had practiced
>just in case.
>
>   M: So how did it go?
>
>   C: It was a little strange at first when he put his arms around me
>and
>his hands on my back, but it felt kinda neat.  I just put my hands the
>same
>place he did his, and we kinda rocked in place.
>
>   M: So you liked it?
>
>   C: Well, I was a little scared at first, but I got used to it.  The
>first song ended, but the guy put on another slow one, so we stayed.  I
>noticed Pam, from my tent, you know the one who is so proud she already
>wore a bra?  Well, she was staring at me all jealous-like, so that felt
>kinda good.
>
>   M: <nod>
>
>   C: So anyway, about halfway through the song, Ralph's hands started
>to
>move around my back.  I got a little scared again, but it still felt
>nice,
>so I didn't do anything.  His hands moved up and down my back, and
>noticed
>I felt a little tingly down there.  <pointed to lap>
>
>   M: Had you ever felt tingly down there before?
>
>   C: A couple of times in the shower, when I washed down there, and
>once
>or twice when some of use were talking about boys.  I didn't know what
>it
>was then, but I do now!
>
>   M: Hmm.  So then what happened?
>
>   C: The song ended.  I was going to sit down, but Ralph asked if I
>wanted
>to take a walk.  I kinda thought I shouldn't, but I saw Pam staring at
>me
>again, so I said yes, just to piss her off.
>
>   M: Did she get mad?
>
>   C: Oh yeah!  <smile> Ralph took my hand and we snuck out the side
>door
>when the counselor wasn't looking.  I expected to get caught, but there
>was
>no one there, so we dashed to the trail to the barn.
>
>   M: I must have been chasing someone else.
>
>   C: Once we were away from the dance hall, I got real scared, cause it
>
>was real dark and there was no one else there.  I started walking real
>close to Ralph and wanted to go back, but then we saw the light from the
>
>barn ahead of us.  Ralph asked what it was, and I told him, and he
>wanted
>to go there.  I was still scared, but with the light ahead it didn't
>seem
>quite so bad, so I said OK.
>
>   M: No one was at the barn?
>
>   C: Nope.  Everyone must have been at the dance.  The horses were out
>in
>the field, so the whole barn was empty.  We went inside and looked for a
>
>place to sit down.  I know where they keep the clean horse blankets, so
>we
>spread some over some hay bales.
>
>   M: Then what?
>
>   C: We talked for a while, about some of the other kids, and stuff
>like
>that.  Then, like all of a sudden, he put his hands on my shoulders and
>kissed me!
>
>   M: What did you do?
>
>   C: I shrieked and pulled back.  He asked me if I had ever been kissed
>by
>a boy before.  I was embarrassed, but I had to tell him no.  He looked a
>
>little confused, then asked me if I liked it.
>
>   M: What did you tell him?
>
>   C: I told him he scared me.  He asked me if I wanted to try again.  I
>
>was still scared, but some of the other girls had kissed boys or even
>done
>some other stuff, and they all said it was kinda neat, so....
>
>   M: So you let him?
>
>   C: Yeah.  He told me to stop him if anything felt bad, or
>uncomfortable,
>then he put his hands on my shoulders and bent over to kiss me again,
>this
>time a little softer.
>
>   M: How did it feel this time?
>
>   C: It was real strange at first, but then I got used to it, and it
>felt
>good, so I started to kiss him back.  He seemed to like that, and his
>hands
>started to rub my back again.
>
>   M: Did you get the tingly feeling again?
>
>   C: Not right away, but after we had been kissing for a while it came
>back.  It was tinglier than usual, too.  I was really getting used to
>it,
>when he took his mouth away, and asked me if I liked that.  I told him
>yes,
>and he asked me if he could try kissing me somewhere else.  I got a
>little
>nervous, but I wanted the tingly feeling to come back, so I said he
>could.
>
>   He bent down again, but instead of kissing me on the lips, he put his
>
>mouth on the side of my neck, right here (pointed).  It felt really,
>really
>nice as he moved his mouth around, under my chin, to the other side, and
>
>the tingly feeling got a little stronger.
>
>   When he stopped, I had a big smile on my face, so I guess he knew
>everything was OK.  He started to kiss me on the mouth again.  We did
>that
>for a while, and I didn't notice that he had pushed the strings of my
>dress
>down until he started kissing my shoulders.
>
>   M: Mm-Hmm...
>
>   C: I mean, I knew we should stop, but it felt so nice.  Besides, it
>was
>just kissing.  I knew I liked what he was doing, and his neck was right
>in
>front of me, so I kissed it.  He must have liked that too, cause he
>started
>to squeeze my back.  I kept kissing his neck, until suddenly I felt his
>hand touch my boobie.  I must have jerked, cause he stopped kissing me.
>He
>pulled his head away, but he left his hand just sitting there on my
>boobie.
>
>   I looked at his hand just resting on my dress.  Mommy always told me
>this was bad touching, but I could feel that tingly feeling coming from
>right where his hand was.  I think I swallowed once, then nodded just a
>little, to show Ralph it was okay.
>
>   M: Were you scared?
>
>   C: Yeah, a little, but it felt so good.  He left his hand there, and
>started to kiss me again, on the neck and shoulders.  I guess I loosened
>up
>a little, cause I felt him start to move his hand.  My boobie moved with
>
>it, and those tingly feelings started to get real strong.  When he put
>his
>other hand on my other boob, I didn't even twitch, just kissed him
>harder.
>I started to feel a little warm.
>
>   M: What happened next?
>
>   C: Well, we kept doing that for a bit, till we both stopped to take a
>
>breath.  Then, he asked me if I would mind if he took off his shirt.
>
>   M: Did you?
>
>   C: Well, I had seen boys without shirts before, like at the pool, so
>I
>didn't think it was anything strange, so no, I didn't mind.  He pulled
>of
>his shirt, and for some reason, the tingles got stronger.  We kissed
>again,
>and he put my hands on his chest, which felt all soft.  It was real
>smooth,
>but there were a few little hairs around.
>
>   M: <nod>
>
>   C: The next time we stopped though, he looked at me kinda weird and I
>
>got a little nervous again.  I noticed he had a big lump in front of his
>
>shorts, and remembered one of the older girls calling it a 'boner.' and
>she
>said it meant he was excited.  Then he asked me if I'd mind if he took
>off
>his shorts!  Except for my little brother, I had never seen a boy
>without
>his pants on, so I guess I was curious, if a bit scared.  I couldn't
>seem
>to get the words out, though, the scared, tingly, and curious feelings
>were
>all mixed up so I just shook my head and watched while he took off his
>sneakers, and then unbuttoned his shorts.  He had white underwear on,
>kinda
>like my panties, but bigger.  I could see the shape his boner made in
>the
>front.
>
>   He wanted to kiss me again, and this time we got real close as he put
>
>his hands back on my boobies and I kept feeling his chest.  It was
>really
>strange, being so close to a boy with almost no clothes on, but it felt
>kinda good and warm, too.  As we kept kissing, I felt his hands move
>away
>from my boobies and on to my back.  His hands kinda fumbled around for a
>
>bit, until realized he was feeling for the zipper of my dress.  When he
>found it, I somehow knew that if I didn't stop what we were doing right
>then, it was going to get really serious, but I didn't have a real idea
>of
>what could happen.
>
>   He grabbed the zipper, but before he could pull it down, I pulled
>away.
>I looked at him for a second.
>
>   M: Did you want to stop?
>
>   C: I did, but I didn't too.  It was real weird.  He told me that if I
>
>didn't want to do any more, then we'd just stay the way we were, but it
>was
>kind of unfair, him being all undressed and me having all my clothes
>on.  I
>dunno, I really don't remember what I was thinking.  I just turned my
>back
>to him so he could reach the zipper.
>
>   I could feel his hands shake a little as he pulled the zipper down.
>When he let go, the dress dropped down, and I was just standing there in
>my
>panties and stockings and shoes.  I just stood there, with my arms held
>up
>over my boobies and my back to him.  I was shivering, but I was still
>feeling all warm.
>
>   M: You were scared.
>
>   C: Yeah, I guess I was.  Anyway, I heard him stand behind me, then he
>
>started to kiss my shoulders again.  He put his hands around my tummy
>and I
>just sorta leaned back against him.  He kept kissing my neck and
>shoulders
>until I stopped shivering, then I felt his hands try to turn me around.
>The first time, I resisted, but he just stopped, kissed me a little
>more,
>and when he tried again, I let him spin me.  I just stood there, unable
>to
>move, with my arms still crossed.
>
>   M: <nod>
>
>   C: He kissed me on the lips again, then put his hands on mine and
>gently
>pulled them away from my shoulders and down to my sides.  I remember he
>whistled and told me I was beautiful.
>
>   I guess he noticed my knees were shaking, because he walked me back
>to
>the blanket and sat me down.  I started to put my hands up again, but he
>
>stopped me with his, telling me I had nothing to be ashamed of, I was so
>
>beautiful.  He kissed me again, on the mouth, until I felt myself relax,
>
>then he put his hands back on my boobies.  Oh, now it felt really good,
>and
>I noticed my coochie was getting all damp, which had only happened once
>before.
>
>   M: Your 'coochie'?
>
>   C: You know, down there?  <laugh>
>
>   M: Ah.  When did it happen before?
>
>   C: Um, well....
>
>   M: If you don't want to tell me, you don't have to.  That's okay.
>
>   C: Good.  Anyway, it felt really good now, especially when he would
>put
>my bumps between his fingers and rub them.  Then the tingly feelings got
>
>real strong, but that wasn't the best part!
>
>   M: Oh?
>
>   C: Well, the real best part was later, but I didn't know that.  What
>happened was he stopped kissing my mouth and stuff and bent down and
>kissed
>me right in the center of my boobie.  I thought I was going to die, it
>felt
>so good.  I just laid back against the hay.  I wished he would keep
>doing
>that forever.
>
>   M: What happened?
>
>   C: He stopped.  <pout> He said his mouth was tired.  Then he asked me
>if
>I had even seen a boy naked?
>
>   M: Had you?
>
>   C: No!  Well, except for my baby brother when he was real young.  I
>told
>him that, and he asked me if I wanted to.  I got scared again, but
>everything had felt so nice so far...
>
>   M: So you told him yes?
>
>   C: Yeah.  Then I watched him pull off his underwear.  His boner
>sprang
>out, it was pointing straight at me.  It was so long!  Like one of those
>
>big pencils, you know?  I wanted to touch it, like to see if it was
>real,
>but I was afraid to.  He must have noticed though, cause he told me it
>was
>okay.  I reached out and touched just the tip.  I yanked my hand back as
>it
>jumped, and his eyes closed.  I thought I had hurt him, but he told me
>no,
>that just felt really nifty when I did that, and I could do it any time
>I
>wanted.
>
>   M: Did you?
>
>   C: Not then.  Instead, he stood me up and started kissing me real
>nice,
>with our bodies pressed real close together.  I felt his boner rub up
>against the front of my panties, giving me all kinds of nice tingly
>feelings.
>
>   We did that for a long time, at least I thought it was.  Then, he
>stepped back and looked at me again.  I already knew what he wanted, and
>at
>that point I felt so good I think I would have done whatever he asked.
>I
>didn't even think about it as I pulled my panties down.  I heard some
>girls
>have to shave down there, but I had nothing to shave yet.
>
>   Without speaking, we got real close together and I could feel his
>boner
>rubbing up against my coochie.  God, it felt so good, like someone was
>tickling me at just the right spot.  When he put his hands on my boobies
>
>again, I reached down and put mine around his boner.  It felt real warm
>and
>smooth as I moved my hand up and down it.  The tip was wet.  One of the
>older girls had told me this was called pre-cum, but I wasn't sure what
>that meant.
>
>   We were still kissing like that when I felt one of his hands on my
>belly, moving down.  Somehow, I knew what he was doing and I just
>waited. A
>few seconds later, I felt his fingers touch the outside of my coochie.
>
>   I thought everything before had felt good, but that was nothing.  As
>he
>started to move his hand around, it felt like little bursts of lightning
>
>were flying around my body.  We just kept rubbing each other and kissing
>
>like that until we couldn't take it anymore.  I don't know about him,
>but I
>thought I was going to explode.
>
>   M: <Nodding, trying to retain composure>
>
>   C: We were both breathing hard, and he looked at me, and just kinda
>asked me if I knew what having sex was, he had some trouble getting the
>words out.  The older girl had told me that it involved him putting his
>boner into me, that it felt really good, but that it sometimes hurt the
>first time.
>
>   M: Did you tell him that?
>
>   C: Yeah.  He told me that yes, it does hurt sometimes, when he breaks
>my
>'cherry.' I remember that my doctor had said something about me doing
>that
>when I fell off my bike last summer, though he called it something else,
>a
>'hy-mean' or something.  Ralph said that if I wanted to then, it might
>not
>hurt at all.
>
>   M: And?
>
>   C: I was a little scared, but I didn't want him to stop, so I said we
>
>could try it.  He told me to sit on the edge of the hay bales and lay
>back.
>He sat down next to me, then started to rub his fingers on my coochie
>again. This time, I started to squirm, cause the tingly feelings were so
>
>strong.  I closed my eyes, I remember, then I felt him stand up, in
>front
>of my legs.
>
>   He put his hands on my knees and moved them away from each other, and
>I
>felt him step between them.  I felt his finger on my coochie again, and
>this time, I felt it go inside.  It felt real weird, but so good as he
>moved it around inside.  When he took it out, I almost yelled at him to
>put
>it back in, until I felt something else push around the outside.  It was
>
>bigger than his finger, and I realized what it was.
>
>   He just moved it around outside for a bit, until I felt him stop
>right
>over my hole.  He just left it there, until I told him it was okay.  I
>felt
>the tip push against my coochie, then suddenly it went in.  It hurt a
>tiny
>bit, then felt real good.  So good.  I felt him push his boner into me
>real
>slow, I guess making sure it didn't hurt.  Every time he moved forward,
>I
>felt this nice stretching feeling inside.  The tingling was so strong, I
>
>couldn't stop shaking.  Finally, he couldn't go any further and we just
>stayed like that.  Suddenly I felt him start to take it out!
>
>   I told him not to, please!  He just smiled and pulled almost all the
>way
>out, then pushed back in, faster than before.  My eyes closed again as
>he
>slowly started to move his boner in and out, faster each time.  He
>started
>to grunt, and I started to moan.  It felt like this great pressure built
>up
>inside me, like I had to pee really bad, but I couldn't.  His grunts got
>
>real loud, and suddenly he pushed into me real hard and I felt something
>
>warm shoot all over my insides.  When that happened, it felt like I
>exploded.  I can't really describe it.  All I saw were spots, and it was
>a
>minute before I could breathe again.  I had never felt anything like it.
>
>   He just collapsed on top of me.  When we both got up, I noticed his
>boner had gotten all small and soft.  He told me that was normal for a
>guy
>after he had an orgasm.  I found out later that's what happened to me
>too.
>
>   As we were getting dressed, I asked him where he learned how to do
>that.
>He told me it was one of our counselors from last year!  But he never
>told
>me which one.
>
>   M: I see.  Then what?
>
>   C: We got dressed and went back to the dance.  We got there just as
>everything was done.  All I managed was another quick kiss before he had
>to
>go.  When I told the other girls what happened, they didn't believe me,
>until I showed them the underwear we traded....
>
>   (End edited interview segment)
>
>   Like I said before, though, at the time I didn't know anything about
>that, and my only concern was to get all the boys out of camp and the
>girls
>to their tents so I could finally get some sleep.
>
>   We had to track down a few couples trying to wander away from the
>main
>group, but eventually we accounted for everyone.  The busses pulled out
>and
>the girls were marched off to bed.  It was really late, none of the
>staff
>would be able to go out, so Kate and I just managed to get in a quick
>smooch.  I was too tired anyway, and you know what they say about a
>pleasure postponed, or something like that.  Once the DJ had left camp,
>and
>the lights were all out, I stumbled back to my cabin, took a quick
>shower,
>and collapsed into bed.
>
>   It was no problem to fall asleep, and I must have been snoring like
>mad
>until I noticed the door to my cabin open and close quickly.  I was
>still
>almost fully asleep when I felt someone climb into bed with me, and my
>sleep-fogged brain assumed it was Kate.
>
>   The part of me that was still attached to reality realized I should
>probably tell her she should not have sneaked out, but hey.  I thought
>about it for a sec, then just put my arm around her and snuggled in.  I
>started to doze off again, but something kept nagging at my mind,
>preventing me from sleeping.
>
>   My eyes flew open when I realized what that something was.  Whoever
>was
>in bed with me was A, a lot lighter weight than Kate, and B, her (at
>least
>I assumed it was a her) feet only came down to my knees!
>
>   It took a few seconds for my eyes to focus, and when they did, I saw
>Andy's face, not more than a foot away from my own!  When she saw my
>expression, she smiled and kissed the tip of my nose!  I was suddenly
>thankful I had decided to wear a pair of surgical greens to bed that
>night.
>
>   "Wh-wh-wh-what the.  Wh-wh-what are you?" I sputtered out.  Yeah, I
>know, real cool and collected.  You try it sometime.  Andy smiled at me
>again and said, "I couldn't sleep in the tent, so I came here."
>
>   My greens got real tight all of the sudden as I remembered what
>happened
>the last time Andy couldn't sleep.  This time, though, my rational brain
>
>kicked in, and I told her that it was wrong, that she had to go back to
>her
>tent.
>
>   She just pouted at me.  "If you try to make me leave, I'll start
>screaming!" Oh, great.  Now what were my options.  I started to crawl
>back
>out of bed, figuring I'd leave it to her at least, but before my feet
>could
>hit the floor she told me she'd scream if I left her in bed, too.
>
>   I knew when I was licked.  There was no way out but to play this
>through
>and hope for a clean escape later.  Besides, to be totally honest, there
>
>was a part of me that didn't want her to go.
>
>   Settling back on the bed, I asked her that if I set the alarm early,
>would she at least go back to her tent before everyone else woke up?
>She
>agreed.  I flipped over to set the clock and I felt her snuggle up
>against
>my back.  A few minutes later, her breathing settled into a gentle
>rhythm,
>with just a hint of a snore.
>
>   Sighing, I settled in, expecting not to be able to sleep till
>morning,
>but it was kind of cozy, so between her quiet breathing, my exhaustion
>and
>the late hour, I drifted off to sleep.
>
>   When the alarm went off, it took me a few seconds to get my bearings
>back.  I was laying on my back now, Andy had her arm across my chest and
>
>was lying on her side, her head resting on my shoulder.  We must have
>shifted during the night.  My hand was resting on her back from
>underneath,
>and I noticed she was wearing a shirt that felt like it was made of some
>
>kind of satin-like material.  While I was rousing myself, my hand
>started
>to move of its own volition, and was rubbing her back.  Andy rumbled a
>bit
>in her sleep and shifted closer, moving her arm down my chest.  I
>realized
>that I had an opportunity here I might never have again, but if anything
>
>went wrong, I could lose my job and would probably end up in jail.
>Meanwhile, I was still rubbing Andy's back and she shifted again,
>dropping
>her arm right on top of my belly button.
>
>   I experimented a little to see how deeply she slept.  With my other
>hand, I reached for her arm and gave it a little pinch.  I could always
>say
>I was trying to wake her up.  She rumbled under her breath again but
>didn't
>awaken.  Another pinch had the same result, so I threw caution to the
>wind
>and decided to see just how far I could take this.
>
>   I let the hand resting on her back start to wander slowly downwards
>until I could feel the top of her panties covering her young ass.  I
>took a
>deep breath and let my fingers move lower, until I was cupping one cheek
>in
>my hand, through the material of what I guessed was her sleepshirt.
>
>   Using my fingers, I slowly gathered up the satin material, until I
>could
>feel the cotton of her panties laid bare beneath my hand.  I cupped the
>globe and squoze gently.  I turned my head in that direction, then
>froze.
>Andy had turned her head and her eyes were wide open.
>
>   I thought I was dead.  I fully expected to fired, tarred, feathered,
>and
>placed in a cell with a large man named Bubba.  I just stayed perfectly
>still, afraid to make any move.  Maybe she wouldn't notice, or figure I
>was
>doing something in my sleep.
>
>   We stayed like that, gazes locked, immobile, for a long minute.
>Without
>moving, I felt her hand move slowly up on my chest, up under the top of
>my
>greens.  Her fingers danced around on my chest for a second until they
>found my left nipple and started playing with it.  Her eyes closed.  I
>went
>from confusion to the beginning of a state of shock as I tried to figure
>
>out exactly what was going on.
>
>   I felt her hand slide under my back, and instinctively I turned on my
>
>side, facing her, before I fully realized what I was doing.  Her hand
>reached up under the top of my shirt and started rubbing my back.  I was
>
>beginning to suspect she had not minded what I had been doing, and
>decided
>to give my theory a test by squeezing her panty covered buttock lightly.
>
>In response, she gave a sigh, and a little wiggle.
>
>   What the hell, I decided, in for a penny, in for a pound.  Not like I
>
>could get in any MORE trouble.  With us both on our sides, I had access
>to
>her whole body, but I wanted to let her take the lead, so she didn't get
>
>scared.  She was still rubbing my back and playing with my nipples, so I
>
>took an educated guess it would be okay if I did the same.
>
>   I started by moving the hand that was on her bottom up her back, this
>
>time under the satin fabric.  Alternating between using my nails and the
>
>tips of my fingers I started to massage her bare back.  She made a
>little
>purring noise, so I guess that was okay.  My other hand crept across the
>
>space between us and found the front hem of her shirt where it had
>ridden
>up around her belly button.  In the dawn's half-light I could make out
>her
>skin and light-colored panties, which I felt it was safer to avoid for
>now.
>
>   My fingers crept up under her gown, pausing to tickle her belly
>button,
>which made her giggle.  I kept moving slowly upwards until I felt the
>beginnings of the rise of her breast.  I paused, just from the sheer
>amazement that I was touching the breast of a thirteen-year-old girl,
>let
>alone with no clothing in between.  A wiggle of her chest and pinch to
>my
>nipple indicated to me I should not have stopped.
>
>   Inching my hand up a little further, I was able to cup her entire
>breast
>in my palm, and she gave a little gasp as I squeezed gently.  I felt the
>
>tiny bump of her nipple press into my palm.
>
>   I started to match the rhythms of my hand motions to hers as I
>alternately squeezed her young breasts or ran the tips of my fingers
>around
>her nipple.  She soon got the idea that I was following her, cause if
>she
>rubbed my chest, I rubbed hers, if she squeezed my nipple, I squeezed
>hers,
>and so on.
>
>   We kept this game up for a few moments, exploring each other's
>chests.
>She still had her eyes closed, but mine were open, and I could now make
>out
>the smile on her face.  Without a change in her expression, she took the
>
>hand that had been rubbing my back and started to slide it lower, to the
>
>waistband of my greenies, then under.  My own hand followed suit,
>slipping
>under the waistband of her panties.
>
>   What little room I had left in the front of my greenies was quickly
>gone
>as I felt her small hand squeeze my buttocks.  I cupped her and felt the
>
>incredibly smooth skin.  We each ran our hands around the other's ass,
>sometimes squeezing, sometimes stroking.  I made it a point to slide my
>finger into the crack between her globes and she quickly did the same.
>
>   I was so wrapped in what my hand was doing I didn't notice her first
>hand had left my chest until I felt a tug on the tie of my surgical
>pants,
>and then the knot came loose.  A part of me screamed that this was going
>to
>far, but I told it to shut up.  I held my breath as I felt her tiny hand
>
>slip below the waistband in front, then both hands started moving down,
>taking my pants with them.  My dick twitched once from the cool air,
>then
>again as her hand brushed it on the way down.
>
>   We had both stopped out other actions as we concentrated on what was
>going on in the space between us.  My dick was pointed straight out over
>
>the waistband of my pants, right at her.  The growing light allowed me
>to
>see her lying there in a dark blue satin sleepshirt that was bunched up
>to
>just below her chest, and pale yellow cotton panties.  She was staring
>in
>fascination at my throbbing dick, as she drifted her hands back up from
>my
>knees, where my pants were now pooled.  Slowly, first the fingers of one
>
>hand, then the other started to lightly caress the surface.
>
>   She tightened her grip a little, and soon her hands were working in a
>
>steady up and down motion.  A steady stream of fluid dripped from the
>tip
>of my penis onto the sheets.
>
>   I closed my eyes as she moved her hands faster.  It had been a long
>time, and adding to that the fact a 13 year old girl was giving me a
>hand
>job, well, lets just say my staying power was not up to its usual
>standards. I felt the pressure build, and with a grunt, I exploded as a
>torrent of cum just shot out of the end of my dick, with more force than
>I
>had ever managed before.  Andy kept stroking me as smaller jets of fluid
>
>kept coming out until finally I couldn't take the sensation anymore and
>I
>stopped her hands with my own.
>
>   Opening my eyes, I saw that my sheets were soaked, and a large
>splotch
>of cum had hit Andy right in the middle of her belly, splattering little
>
>drops onto her nightshirt and panties.  The sight was so erotic that I
>felt
>myself try to rise again, but the poor guy was just too tired.
>
>   I think I knew I could have ended it there, but somehow it didn't
>seem
>fair.  I reached behind me and grabbed a tissue, and gently wiped the
>sticky mess off her as best I could.  The whole time she didn't make a
>sound, just looked at me with a real gentle expression.  Once she was
>clean, I gently pushed her on her back, and her arms dropped to her
>sides.
>I think she knew what I was going to do.
>
>   I slid over next to her and placed my hands on her tummy.  I felt her
>
>muscles tense as I started to trace my fingers around the waistband of
>her
>panties, sometimes gently plucking the elastic.  She started to squirm a
>
>little, so finally I let one of my fingers drift below the stretchy
>material.  When I felt the first wisp of pubic hair I stopped, letting
>her
>get used to it.  When I felt her muscles relax, and the squirming start
>again, I moved on.
>
>   When the tip of my finger encountered the dampness at the top of her
>pussy, I stopped again, this time to deal with the fact that I was
>touching
>a 13 year old pussy.  I almost had to force my hand to slide further
>down
>until I felt it resting between the lips of her cunt.
>
>   Andy's eyes were closed, and her lower lip was curled under her front
>
>teeth.  As I started to gently run my finger up and down under the
>cotton
>cloth, I saw her lip tremble slightly and her legs started to spread
>apart.
>
>   As her legs widened, I could feel the opening beneath my finger widen
>
>also, like a flower blooming, but I resisted the urge to press in.
>Instead, I let my finger search upward until I found the little covered
>bump I knew would be hiding at the top.  As I rubbed the little button,
>Andy started to squirm and wiggle more energetically.  I kept playing
>with
>her teenaged clit until I felt the moisture from below reach my finger,
>and
>I knew she was ready.  My fingers quested downward again, this time
>looking
>for the opening I had felt before.
>
>   I found it, and after a quick pause let just the tip of my finger
>slip
>inside.  At this, she gave a quick jerk, and a moan came from her lips.
>I
>wanted to go real slow, but that was not to be.  I made a little
>movement
>with the tip of my finger that caused her to jiggle her hips madly, then
>
>she suddenly bucked upwards, forcing my finger in up to its knuckle.  It
>
>fit surprisingly well, and I could feel the smooth walls of her pussy
>envelop and caress my probing digit.  Her hips settled back, and she
>sighed
>as I started rocking my finger in and out, going a little further in
>each
>time until I felt resistance.  She flinched a little when I pressed on
>it,
>and I knew I was in as far as I was going to go.
>
>   Andy was moaning and gasping now as I kept my steady in-out rhythm
>going, and I felt the walls of her vagina start to contract as her first
>
>orgasm by another person approached.  With my other hand, I started to
>caress her clit through the material of her panties, and in just a few
>strokes, her hips bucked wildly and her muscles clamped down on my
>finger,
>trapping it inside for the ride.
>
>   Her body continued to twitch as the spasms receded, until she finally
>
>relaxed back on to the bed.  As her muscles released me, I slipped my
>finger out from under her panties, and pulled the material of her
>sleepshirt back down to her knees.  Then, I pulled up and retied my
>pants.either of seemed to be able to say anything, but I pulled her on
>top
>of me, avoiding the wetness on the bed and we held each other closely.
>Just then, the alarm clock went off again, as if to warn us that we were
>
>cutting it too close.  Andy scrambled off of me and out of the bed,
>where
>she slipped on her sandals and headed for the door.  When she got to the
>
>foot of the bed, she stopped, looked at me, then I saw her bend down for
>a
>second.  When she stood back up, I caught a flash of something in her
>hand
>as she tossed whatever it was to me.  I caught the object as she left
>the
>cabin and realized it was the panties she had been wearing.
>
>   I could smell the scent of her orgasm on the panties and my fingers
>as I
>laid back and tried to gather my thoughts.  I had a lot to think about.
>
>Next Chapter: Kate and I get some time alone, we talk, Traci gets in
>trouble, and the toy box is opened.
>
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