Foreword This story was written as the direct result of a remembrance, told
to me by a woman who wrote to me about another of my stories.  Her
remembrance was very erotic, but involved something I didn't really
understand.  I took her remembrance, and spun a fantasy out of it that is
supposed to be all about not consenting ...  but wanting things to happen.
It goes further than that, and I suspect that it is something that only a
woman can truly understand.  None the less, I tried to grasp the spirit of
what she told me, and take it to what is, at least to me, it's logical
conclusion.  I have no idea if I did it successfully or not.  I'm sure
there are women out there who will fill me in on that.  This story probably
isn't for everyone.  It's for a very special group of women who have a very
special kind of fantasy.  This for all those Glorias out there.  I hope
this trips your trigger, ladies.

   Bob

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   Arden and Gloria - A Camp Romance by Beating Off Bob

   Monday

   Gloria struggled with her heavy suitcase, as she dragged it out of the
bus and lugged it toward the headquarters building.  It was the same
building she had lugged a suitcase toward for as long as she could
remember, each summer, when she went to camp.  The trees were the same, as
was the swimming pool, in the distance, and the loosely circular ring of
cabins set back into the woods.  Even some of the other kids she saw were
the same ones she'd been going to camp with for years.

   There were squeals of excitement from the girls, as they recognized
friends they hadn't seen since last summer, and old friendships were
refreshed in little groups.  Boys ran at each other, bumping into others,
like the play of puppies, snarling and posturing as they flexed youthful
muscles and, in reality, did the same thing the girls were doing.

   It all felt different to Gloria this year, though.  Somehow, the
familiar surroundings seemed strange, and the other kids she saw seemed
like they were strange too, even though she knew where most of them were
from, and what they liked, and didn't like.  She wondered why she felt so
...  nervous.  Maybe not nervous.  Maybe "excited" was a better word.  At
any rate, she knew, somehow, that this year was going to be one of the
best. She could just tell.

   She finally dragged her suitcase up onto the porch of the headquarters
building, and left it there, along with fifteen or twenty others, and went
through the screen door, inside, to sign in.  She realized her ditty bag
was still slung over her shoulder and across her chest, and turned back to
leave it with her suitcase.

   As she pulled the strap over her head, it dragged at her left breast and
she sighed.  In the short year that had passed, her breasts had almost
magically gone from mere swells of flesh with pink tips, to what she
thought of as bulging lumps under her shirts.  It was like some fairy had
snuck into her room, inserted balloons into her chest, and then pumped them
up.  Her nipples, which had always been unformed tiny spots, had defined
too, and almost drove her crazy with their tingling.  Everything seemed to
scrape against them, and when it did, she got "those feelings".

   She knew what "those feelings" meant, of course.  She was aware of sex,
like any fourteen year old is aware of sex.  It still seemed foreign to
her, scary, a big thing looming in the darkness around her, a darkness that
somehow resisted daylight even.  But for Gloria, sex was something other
people did.  It was interesting, in the same way that a car accident was
interesting.  As your parents slowly drove by all the flashing lights, you
craned your neck, trying to see what had happened, hoping, but also afraid,
that you'd see something horrible.

   "Sex" was like that for Gloria.  She didn't know what it would be like,
but she was filled with both hope and dread about finding out some day.

   She didn't think that would be soon.  She thought of herself as ugly and
misshapen, with her jutting breasts, that seemed to get in the way of
everything.  Her hips were getting bigger too, and she thought she had a
big butt.  She had her mother's chin, which, on her mother, looked strong,
but in the mirror, on herself, looked masculine to her.  She also had a pug
nose and freckles, probably from spending too much time in the sun,
according to her mother, who also had freckles.

   To Gloria, her mother was the most beautiful woman on earth.  She didn't
see the resemblance of herself to her mother, except for the chin.  And
maybe the breasts.  Her mother had big breasts too, which her father seemed
to talk about a lot, and even squeeze sometimes, when he thought she wasn't
watching.  But her mother had always had big breasts, and they just looked
normal on her.

   Looking down at her chest made Gloria think of her other problem, which
was further down.  The hair between her legs had somehow gotten some of the
same fertilizer that had made her breasts grow so much in just a year.  She
now had a lush forest of silky brown hair there, which was going to be a
problem, because her mother had finally let her buy a two piece swim suit.
But, when she got home, and tried it on, some of that hair stuck out.  It
took her five minutes just to get it all tucked back in.  She had to shave
her legs now, and her armpits too, and she knew some women shaved that
other hair too, but she was scared to try that.  She cut her legs all the
time.

   Looking down, Gloria sighed.  Yes, it would be a long time before boys
wanted to look at her, like her father looked at her mother.

   "Well look what the cat dragged in!" came a familiar voice.

   Gloria looked up, her face transformed into a beaming smile.

   "JUDY!" squealed Gloria.  She burst into movement and hugged her
counselor, almost knocking her over.  "Is Brad here too?" she asked
excitedly.

   "Yes, he's going to inflict himself upon as again, this year," sighed
Judy theatrically.  "He's like a bad penny, always turning up."

   "You don't mean that," said Gloria, giving the woman a tight squeeze and
then letting her go.  "I've seen how you look at him."

   Judy laughed.  "I'm a married woman, young lady!" she said.  "And while
I'll admit Brad is easy on the eyes, and all you silly girls fawn all over
him, I'm certainly not interested!" She rolled her eyes.

   "Don't lie, Judy," said Gloria, grinning.  "I know you too well."

   Judy's eyes narrowed, and a tiny frown made her eyebrows dip in the
center.  Her eyes went up and down Gloria's body.

   "Well, you certainly have grown up in the last year," she said, folding
her arms over her chest.  "Can it be that YOU'RE the one interested in poor
Brad?"

   "He's a hunk," said Gloria, agreeably.  "But he's old."

   Judy laughed again.  "I'll have to tell him that," she said.  "He just
turned twenty-two and I can't wait to tell him the girls think he's an old
man now!" She sobered.  "Oh, no!" she moaned.  "I'm twenty-six!  Where's
that pesky walker?  I can never find it when I need to take more than two
steps at a time." She started staggering around, bent over, shaking her
hand like she had a cane in it and was about to fall down.

   They were interrupted by more kids coming in.  The scene was repeated
more than once as other campers who had been in Judy and Brad's group for
the last couple of years came in and excitedly greeted the counselor.  They
greeted each other too, and it turned into a milling concentration of
barely controlled mayhem.

   Gloria turned to find herself face-to-face with a boy she'd never seen
before.  They were almost touching.  He was taller than she was, and she
looked up into the bluest eyes she'd ever seen.  He had a half smile on his
face.

   "Hi," she said, her throat suddenly tight.

   "Hi," he said back.  "Is it always like this?"

   His voice did something to her stomach.  She stared into his eyes, and
thought about swimming, because they were so blue.  He had long hair ... 
way long ...  that came down past his shoulders.  She had an errant thought
that he could put it in a pony tail that would be longer than hers.  He was
slim, and his cheekbones stood out on his tanned face.

   "I guess," she heard herself say.

   "I'm Arden," he said, his voice soft, but somehow heard over the din of
the others milling around them.

   She had only enough time to think that "Arden" was a strange name when
she was almost knocked off her feet sideways.  Only arms around her saved
her from sprawling into the others next to her.

   "GLORIA!" squealed the girl, whose arms were around her.

   It was Amy, her best camp friend, who had been her best camp friend
since they had both come to camp the very first time.  Gloria grinned and
squealed back, and both girls jumped up and down, holding each other. 
Gloria twisted her head, to see if the boy was still there, but he had
disappeared.

   Like she had been asleep, she felt energy flood her body and turned her
full attention to her friend.

   ===============================

   Gloria thought how odd it was that she was actually ready to go to bed.
She didn't usually get tired until after midnight.  It was dark outside. 
All the registration activities had been completed, with the name games
that went with them, to introduce newcomers to the veterans, and vice
versa.

   They used the same games in their group every year.  In one, they made a
circle out in the sun, and tossed a volleyball to someone in the circle of
ten kids, calling out that pereson's name as it was tossed.  In another
they had to figure out how to say the other person's name backwards, and
call that out.  That meant you had to be able to recognize your own name,
backwards, because whenever your name was called out, it was your turn to
call out a name.  At the same time, you had to really think about the other
kids' names, because you had to have one ready to yell out, when it was
your turn.  The idea was to go faster and faster, in both games, until the
names just sank in, somehow.  Some were easy, like Amy, who became Yma, and
Ned, who became Den.  Airolg, which Gloria was stuck with, caused a lot of
laughter, as did Ekim, which was Mike, backwards.  He was Amy's camp
boyfriend.  They'd been "going together" at camp for three years now.

   The new boy had ended up in her group too, and Gloria was glad about
that, for some reason.  She didn't have a "camp boyfriend", like her best
friend.  Amy and Mike managed to get "lost" together, occasionally, but
Gloria didn't mind.  She was good friends with others in the group too. 
This year there were four new people in her group, Arden among them. 
Calling him Nedra, during the game, hadn't seemed any different than
calling him Arden.  Both names were equally strange.  At one point Arden
had yelled out "NIVEA!", and the game came to a grinding halt.  He blinked,
and then said "I mean Airolg!" He had become confused by the speed of the
game, and was looking at Gloria as she spread Nivea cream on her arms, to
protect them from the sun.  Having played this game for years, she was able
to do that and play the game at the same time.  He took a lot of ribbing
once the group realized what he'd done.

   After name games, there had been the orientation speech.  Judy and Brad
had stayed with "their group" as that group got older.  Actually, the way
it worked was that, when you got to camp, you signed up for a group, and
the same kids chose the same counselors, often.  This year the tone of the
orientation speech had been a little different.  Judy had started with the
usual stuff about what activities were available, and where they were. 
There was group time each day in the morning and afternoon.  That was to
talk about "life issues".  A lot of the kids who came to camp only had one
parent, or had gotten into trouble for this or that.  They were from all
walks of life, some rich, some poor, and during group time anything at all
could be discussed.  Quite often problems at home were talked about.  It
wasn't supposed to solve anything, really, but gave the kids a chance to
talk to other kids in a non-threatening atmosphere, with some adults there
too.  Group time was when close bonds were actually made.

   Brad took over to talk about camp rules.  One of the rules was that boys
and girls weren't supposed to be alone together.

   "Now, as you all know," said Brad, sounding serious, "Amy and Mike
always seem to get lost, somehow." There were snickers from the veterans,
and looks of confusion from the four new kids.  "That is, of course,
against the rules, so we'll need everyone to help them, to make sure that
this year, they don't get lost."

   "Awwww," moaned Amy.  "You're no fun at all!"

   There were more laughs, but then Judy stepped forward.

   "You guys are getting older now, and, if you haven't already, you may
get interested in the opposite sex."

   She had to wait a full minute for kids to stop laughing and poking each
other.

   "I'm serious, here," she said, sounding serious.  "Don't go running off
alone with each other.  Things can happen.  Nuff said?"

   Of course all the kids promised to behave themselves, all the while
looking around interestedly at each other, to see if there was anybody in
the group they might be interested in running off alone with.  Gloria found
herself looking at Arden, who, for some reason, was looking back at her. 
She looked away, embarrassed that he had seen her look at him.

   Then there had been supper, with the wonderful camp food, and evening
games.  This year, because it was so hot, the first night games had
involved water balloons.  Groups were pitted against each other in one
event where sheets were stretched out with the group around them, on each
side of a volleyball net.  A water balloon was put into the sheet and they
tried to launch it over the net.  If the other group caught it in their
sheet, they could send it back.  If the balloon broke, which ever side had
launched it got a point.

   Arden had stood next to her in that game, laughing as water balloons
broke around him.  One balloon had been successfully launched and caught
five times before he grabbed it and threw it through the net, spraying the
opposite side.  They'd been docked two points, but nobody cared.  The
returning campers knew that, eventually, the whole thing would degrade into
a free-for-all water balloon fight.  You knew when that was about to happen
when certain counselors began to drift toward the dining hall, to get out
of the way.

   Judy and Brad didn't retreat, though.  They were some of the most
vicious combatants in the water balloon war, often pelting each other more
often than they picked out campers to drench.

   Then campfire, and songs, and the counselors put on some skits.  Groups
would be responsible for future campfire programs, but on the first night
the counselors did their thing.

   So, now that it was close to midnight, Gloria was tired, and ready to
sleep.  Their cabin had girls from two groups in it, along with Judy and
another counselor from the other group.  Both women were trying to get the
girls to calm down, with limited success.

   Gloria climbed into her sleeping bag and relaxed.  It had been a good
day.  Camp was the best.  She already wished it was longer than just three
weeks.  Tomorrow she'd go horseback riding, maybe, or canoeing.  Maybe this
year she could paddle a canoe without tipping it over.  Her mind drifted to
Arden.  He had become sort of her defender, during the water balloon war.
He stepped in front of balloons thrown her way, either trying to catch
them, or just letting them splatter against his chest.  He'd taken his
shirt off, and ran like a deer in just his cargo shorts, leaping off the
ground.  Whenever somebody threw a water balloon at Gloria, he threw two at
them.  He'd been mobbed, eventually, and stood, grinning, his long hair
plastered to his back and shoulders, as water balloons burst against him
two and three at a time.

   It was all good fun, and she wasn't sure he'd actually been
concentrating on her.  It had seemed like it, but he hadn't spoken to her,
or really looked at her all that much.

   She hoped he hadn't been looking at her very much.  During the fight,
she'd seen Judy take a water balloon right in the middle of her chest, and
her white T shirt had suddenly showed two dark circles through it.  Gloria
had been astounded that Judy wasn't wearing a bra, and had looked at her
own wet shirt, only to be horrified by seeing that her recently formed
nipples had pushed clear through her bra in the excitement of the game, and
were making two obvious bumps on the front of her own shirt.

   She realized her hand had strayed to the front of her sleep shirt, and
that her fingers were playing with one of those nipples now.  She felt a
rush of excitement as the tingling started.  She'd found out, in the last
six or eight months, how good it felt to do that, in the shower, or in bed
at night.  It felt good to touch other places too, but she was nervous
about that.  Amy had taught her how to do that, last year, and Amy was a
self confessed non-virgin.  Gloria wasn't ready for things like that.  She
was quite sure of that, somehow.  She was afraid that touching herself too
much there might end up making other things happen that were scary in the
extreme.

   Judy turned out the lights, and demanded that the girls stop chattering.
She announced she was going outside, "to make sure everything was OK".  She
did that every night, dressed in her own sleep shirt, and always had.  It
made the girls feel more secure.  It made Gloria feel secure.

   It took a while for Gloria to get to sleep, but not as long as it took
Judy to make her security check.

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   Tuesday

   Breakfast was a raucous affair.  After a good night's sleep, all the
kids were full of energy.  Group time started right after breakfast, and
then three hours of activities time, before lunch, followed by another hour
of group time, and three more hours of free time.  Supper was followed by
group activities, campfire, and then it would be time to hit the sack
again. It seemed to fly by for Gloria.  She planned to go horseback riding
in the morning, and would go out on the little lake in the afternoon.

   During group time, she heard the stories of her group-mates.  Some of
them were very sad, with broken marriages, and kids being shuttled from
parent to parent, or even having to live with grandparents.  But, along
with the baggage kids had to carry, there were other things too.  Some of
them were quite interesting.

   "What's the strangest thing about your family?" asked Brad, at one
point. "The thing that you think everybody would laugh at, if they knew."

   For Mike, it was the fact that his family lived in town, and had ten
different animals living with them, four dogs, two birds, a ferret and
three cats.  One girl said that her dad drove a car that he had to actually
crank to start.  The boys all thought that was cool.  Gloria couldn't think
of anything.

   "Our family is so normal it's just boring," she said.

   Judy smiled.  "What about your cousin?  Didn't you tell me you hang out
with him all summer?  Relatives are always good for something goofy."

   Gloria thought about Bobby, her cousin, a year older than her.  He lived
with her Aunt Polly, three houses away.  They'd grown up together.  He was
a little strange, in some ways.  He was an athlete, but he was also a
little bit of a geek, too.  He'd always gone to computer camp, instead of
this one.  He could write computer programs, and had built his own computer
one year, at camp.  They spent most days together, during the summer, when
they weren't at camp, because it was comfortable.  Both of them loved to
read, and they spent hours, sitting in the tree house, or on the bank of
the fishing pond at their grandparent's farm, on the edge of town.  As she
thought about Bobby, she could only think of one thing that seemed goofy,
at least to her.

   "The only thing I can think, is that he likes to do needle point," she
said.

   That turned out to get hoots from the boys, and almost made her angry.
Bobby might be shy, like her, but he could run circles around any of them,
with his feet and his brain.  He was on the cross country team, and usually
came in within the top five in every race, and he had only just turned
sixteen.  She swallowed her anger, though.  It was somebody else's turn.

   Eventually only Arden was left.  He didn't talk much.  He'd said where
he was from, and how many brothers and sisters he had, and that he loved
skateboarding, but not much else.  Everyone looked at him.

   "I don't know," he said softly.  "Maybe people would think it was
strange that my whole family are nudists?"

   Oddly, there were no catcalls.  In fact, there was only shocked silence,
as kids automatically tried to visualize Arden naked.  That led to looking
around and trying to visualize everybody else in the group naked too. 
There were blushes, from both girls and boys, as eyes met and kids
instinctively realized that the others could somehow tell what they were
thinking.  It didn't occur to any of them that everybody was thinking the
same thing.

   "Well, that's interesting," said Brad, glancing at Judy.  "Perhaps you
can tell us what that's like ...  later."

   The way he said it made it clear that, if Arden said any more, it
should, in fact, be later, and not now.  Arden just shrugged.

   ============================

   The counselors split up to supervise the various activities during free
time.  As it turned out, Judy was in the stable when Gloria walked in. 
Judy helped her pick a horse, and get it saddled.

   "Arden's kind of cute, huh?" said Judy, off handedly.

   Gloria whipped her head around.  Why had Judy said that?

   "I guess so," she said.

   "I guess so too," said Judy, smiling.  "You sure look at him a lot."

   "I do not!" said Gloria.

   "Hmmmm," was all she got in response.

   Then, later, while they were riding, Gloria ended up beside Judy.  They
talked about what had happened in both their lives, during the year since
they'd last seen each other.  The horses plodded along, stopping now and
then to pull at a tuft of grass, and the women had to prod them to move on.
It was OK, though, because it wasn't scary.

   Then, later, on the way back to the barn, the horses, eager to get home,
where they'd be fed, broke into a trot.  Gloria held on for dear life, and
marveled at the way Judy sat straight, the reins in one hand, smiling. 
Gloria saw the woman's breasts bouncing wildly, and realized that, once
again, she wasn't wearing a bra.  Gloria had never even thought about going
out of the house without a bra on, especially since her breasts had grown
so much.  She could feel them wobbling on her chest now, and she had on her
normal sturdy bra!

   Of course Judy's breasts didn't look as big and bulky as Gloria thought
her own did.  Judy was quite possibly the second most beautiful woman in
the world, next to Gloria's mother.  Everything about her seemed to be
perfectly proportioned.

   Gloria felt herself sliding to one side, and stopped looking at the
bouncing woman beside her.  It was all she could do to stay in the saddle.
Her butt was going to be sore when she got back, but even so, this was kind
of fun.

   ============================

   Gloria frowned, looking at herself in the mirror.  Her new swim suit
hadn't looked this small, somehow, when she'd tried it on over her T shirt
at the store.  It hadn't seems so small when she'd tried it on at home
either.  She stared at the errant hairs that poked out of the bottom, and
slid her hand inside the panty to pull them back in.  She wished she had
some scissors.  She thought about asking Judy what to do, but was too
embarrassed about it.

   Finally she got the bottoms arranged the way she wanted them.  Her
breasts bulged in the bra, showing so much inner breast that she was afraid
the counselors might make her wear a shirt over it.  To avoid that, she put
a T shirt on.  That just made it look like all she was wearing was a T
shirt, but it was better than flashing her boobs at everybody.  With a
sigh, she put on her tennis shoes and headed for the boat house.

   Others had gotten there before her, and were already out on the lake,
paddling around.  She saw Mike and Amy in a canoe, and watched as Mike
intentionally tipped it over.  Amy screamed, and then bobbed beside the
overturned craft in her life jacket.  Mike swam over to her, laughing and
kissed her.  She jerked and slapped at him, pushing away.

   "Don't touch me THERE!" Gloria heard her say, her voice carrying across
the water.  "Somebody might see!"

   "We're in the water!" objected Mike, looking around.  It was clear to
Gloria that they didn't think anyone could hear them.  "Come on, baby."

   "Just a little bit, then," said Amy, looking around.  Gloria averted her
eyes, but watched out of the side of them.  Mike pulled Amy through the
water, around, behind the canoe.

   "YOU GUYS OK OUT THERE?" called out the male counselor who was manning
the boat house.

   "WE'RE FINE," came Amy's yell.  "WE JUST TIPPED OVER."

   The counselor stepped into the row boat they used to go help people who
tipped over.  "I'M COMING," yelled the counselor.

   "Me too," came a faint giggling voice from the other side of the canoe.

   "Hi," came a voice behind Gloria.

   She turned to see Arden, shirtless, walking toward her.  He was in
cutoffs and tennies.  He looked skinny, but his muscles were perfectly
defined in the sun.

   "Hi," said Gloria, feeling her stomach flip flop.

   "You going boating?" he asked.

   "Yeah ...  canoeing, I guess," she mumbled.

   "Want some company?" he asked.

   "I guess so," she said, feeling tongue tied.

   She walked with him to the boat house, and into the darkness there. 
After the bright sun, it was hard to see.  There were life jackets hung all
along the walls, and she reached up to pick a bright orange one.  She
shrugged into it and felt his hands, helping her adjust straps.  He turned
her around and tried to pull the bulky halves of the front together.  She
felt her pressure on her breasts as he pulled.

   "I think you might need a bigger one," he said.  "Take off your shirt.
That might help."

   Gloria hadn't intended to take off her T shirt, but somehow, her bottle
of Nivea ended up in his hands, and she found herself pulling her shirt up,
and over her head.  When it got caught in her pony tail, she felt his hands
pull it away.  As it cleared her head, she saw him looking at her chest,
and the butterflies in her stomach flew around more wildly.

   He tried the same vest again, handing the Nivea back to her and staring
at her cleavage as he tried to pull it closed and engage the snap.

   "Still too small," he said.  "You need a bigger one."

   She stood, almost paralyzed as he took that one off her.  His fingertips
brushed the sides of her left breast, in the process, but it didn't seem to
be on purpose.  He hung that one back up, and surveyed the rest.  He
finally decided on one and held it for her.

   She stood there, still unable to move, for some reason, and felt stupid.
She forced herself to take a step and turned, to put her arm through one
hole.  This one fit better, though it still squashed her breasts.  She felt
his fingers trace along the outside of both breasts, as he adjusted the
straps, standing behind her.

   "How's that?" he asked.

   Gloria had no idea how that was.  The touch of his fingertips had frozen
her again.

   "Fine, I guess," she muttered, finally.

   He picked a ski-type vest, and buckled it on like it was his own.  Then
he picked two paddles, one longer, and one shorter.  He handed the shorter
one to her.

   "Bow or stern?" he asked.

   "Huh?"

   "Do you want the front or back?"

   "I don't know," she said.  "I've only done this a couple of times."

   "The stern is what controls where you go," he said.  "The bow supplies
power to move.

   "I just want to float around," she said.

   "OK, you get in the front, and I'll take the back.  We can switch
later."

   He seemed so sure of himself ...  so competent, as he held the canoe for
her to get in, and then stepped easily in himself.  The canoe rocked, and
she grasped the sides frantically.

   "Wait," he said.  Then he got out and went back into the boat house.  He
came back with two rubber pads and handed her one.  He told her how to put
it on the floor of the canoe, and to kneel on it, with her butt resting on
the seat, but not sitting on it.

   "That will make our center of balance lower, and let you lean forward to
stroke better," he explained.

   Within five minutes Gloria was having the time of her life.  The canoe
was much more stable than when she had been sitting on the seat, and,
despite what Arden had said about the bow paddler supplying the go-power,
he both steered and propelled their canoe through the water at what seemed
like a breathtaking speed to her.

   "Are we allowed to swim?" he asked.

   "What?" she called over her shoulder.

   "Do we have to stay in the boat, or can we get out and swim too?" he
asked.

   "I don't know," she said.

   She looked around.  The counselor was helping another pair of paddlers
get their canoe turned back over.  He pulled the canoe, upside down, up and
across his row boat.  When it was empty of water, he flipped it over and
slid it back into the water.  She knew he'd help them into his boat, and
then they could climb back into theirs.  She realized Arden was propelling
them toward that scene, and leaned over to help paddle.  She liked the feel
of the water against her paddle, and could feel the canoe surge forward
each time she pulled.

   Arden asked the counselor if they could swim, and got the approval,
saying he'd keep an eye on them.  Gloria listened as Arden instructed her
how to get out of the canoe without tipping it over, and then demonstrated.
She lost her balance and fell overboard, but he kept the canoe from tipping
far enough to fill with water.

   She came up sputtering.  "How will we get back in?" she asked.

   "I'll show you," was all he said.

   They floated, neither one saying much of anything.  Gloria still felt
tongue tied, and Arden didn't seem to have much to say.  The silence
eventually made her almost crazy, and forced her to say something ... 
anything.  She was horrified when what came out of her mouth was: "So your
family are nudists?"

   He had been slowly turning in circles, and came back to face her.

   "Yeah.  Pretty strange, huh?"

   Gloria knew her face was red, but she forced herself to go on.

   "I could never do that," she said.  "Isn't it embarrassing?"

   He looked at her.  "Naw, you get used to it, I guess."

   "How could you get used to being naked, in front of other people?" she
asked.

   "I don't know," he said, sweeping his arms together, in front of him,
and propelling himself away from her.  "I've done it all my life.  I like
it better when I don't have to wear clothes.  You should try it some time.
It's really comfortable."

   "No way!" gasped the girl.  "I'd just die of embarrassment."

   "No you wouldn't," said the boy.

   "But what happens if ..." Gloria blushed furiously.  She had almost
asked him what happened if he got an erection.

   "If what?" he asked.

   "Never mind," she moaned.  "I'm SO embarrassed!"

   "You don't need to be," he said easily.

   That was it.  They managed to talk about a few other things, and then he
showed her how to kick hard and reach across the canoe to pull herself up
and in, while turning to land on her butt on the floor.  He made it look
easy, but she couldn't quite pull it off.  Eventually he got back in the
water and helped her.  His hands on her buttocks made her want to scream,
but she didn't.  When she finally got in, she lay there, panting, as he
arched up out of the water to land beside her.  He was grinning.

   "See?  That wasn't so hard."

   She felt the sun, hot on her skin.

   "I forgot to put on my sun block," she said.

   She looked around, and found the bottle lying in the bottom of the
canoe. She rubbed some on her arms, but the life jacket was in the way, and
made it hard to reach everything.  the canoe rocked gently, and his hand
came to take the bottle from hers.  When his hands smoothed across her
back, she wanted to moan.  His hands slid under the life jacket, along her
sides, and up to the sides of her breasts.  He did her arms again, getting
under them, and then leaned around her to smooth his hands along her legs
too.  She wondered why she was just sitting there, letting this strange boy
touch her like this.  She could have stopped him.  All she had to do was
say "I'll do it."

   But she didn't.

   They spent another hour paddling around, and then went back to the dock.
She wasn't sure, but this time, when he helped her out of her life jacket,
his fingers seemed to touch the sides of her breasts a lot more.

   She didn't tell him to stop doing that either.

   ================================

   CHAPTER TWO

   Wednesday

   The next morning Amy insisted that Gloria do pottery with her, and then
laughed when clay got all over both of them.  Amy secretly made the rough
likeness of an erect penis, and laughed as she showed the slick, wet thing
to Gloria.

   "That's terrible!" squealed Gloria.

   "They're not terrible at all," said Amy, her voice low.  "You should try
it.  It's fantastic."

   "Not on your life!" yipped Gloria.  "You shouldn't be doing it either,
you slut!"

   "I'm not a slut," said Amy, with no trace of discomfort.  "I just know
what I like, and I like a nice hard dick way up inside me, that's all."

   "Yeah, right," scoffed Gloria.  "Until you get pregnant."

   "You don't get pregnant if you plan things right," said Amy, looking
around.  "My sister and her husband wanted to have a baby and it took them
six months!  And they were TRYING!"

   "I'm not ready for that," said Gloria firmly.

   "Girl, looking at how you've grown in the last year, your body is saying
something completely different," laughed her friend.  She leaned closer. 
"Mike and I are going to sneak off and do it tonight, after campfire."

   "You're insane!" moaned Gloria.

   "Nope," said her friend, mashing the facsimile penis into a round lump
of clay.  "Just horny."

   =================================

   In the afternoon, Gloria sat with a bunch of other girls and made
friendship bracelets, with beads.  It was comfortable sitting around, just
talking about whatever.  A shadow fell over her, and she looked up to see
Arden standing over her.

   "No canoeing today?" he asked.

   "How does he DO this to me?" she wondered, as her heart fluttered.  He
was just a boy.  Why did she feel so awkward and ...  goofy when he talked
to her?

   "Maybe tomorrow," she said, swallowing to get her dry mouth to work.

   "It's a date," he said softly.

   When he left, the girl next to her leaned over.  "He's cute!" she
whispered.

   Gloria looked at her.

   "Yeah," she said, uncertainly.  "I guess he is."

   "He likes you," said the girl.  "I can tell."

   "No he doesn't," was Gloria's automatic response.  "He's like, sixteen
or something."

   "If you don't want him, can I have him?" asked the girl, giggling.

   Gloria felt something tighten inside her.  She wasn't aware that it was
jealousy.  She'd never been jealous, to her knowledge, in her life.  It
felt like what happened when her brother got to do something she wasn't
allowed to do.

   "Whatever," she said, going back to braiding the thread that would
become her bracelet.

   ==================================

   Gloria watched as her best friend, and Mike, slipped away from the camp
fire at the conclusion of the festivities.  Everyone was supposed to be
going back to the cabins.  It was half an hour before lights out, though
that often got pushed back another half hour because the kids wouldn't
settle down.

   Gloria looked around, and drifted toward where Amy and Mike had
disappeared into the darkness.  She tried to be nonchalant about it, and
tried not to get involved in any conversations.  Eventually, she found
herself on the fringes of the crowd that was slowly moving toward the trail
back to the cabins.  Looking around, and feeling guilty, she ducked behind
a tree, and then faced into the woods.  She'd walked around in these woods
for years, and knew all the different unofficial paths that existed.  There
were shelters in the woods, where the groups met sometimes.  The one
nearest was the one that went with the ropes course, which her group was
scheduled to do team-building exercises on tomorrow.  It was the only place
she could think of where Amy and Mike might have gone.  Everyplace else was
just woods.  As she approached the shelter, she heard whispers.

   "Hurry," came Amy's voice.

   "I don't want to hurry," said Mike softly.

   "Mmmmm, I like it when you do that," came her friend's moan.

   "You have great tits, Amy," said Mike.

   "They're not tits, you asshole," moaned Amy.  "They're breasts."

   "Whatever they are, I love to suck 'em," said Mike.

   "Get your shorts off," came Amy's urgent whisper.  "I want to see it."

   "You can't see it," he said.  "I'm going to play hide-the-sausage with
it."

   Amy giggled.  Gloria snuck forward, moving slowly, and placing her feet
carefully, feeling for sticks that would snap and give away that she was
there.  Her eyes had accustomed themselves to the darkness, after she left
the fire ring, and she saw pale bodies ahead of her, under the shelter. 
Amy was sitting on the end of the picnic table.  Mike was standing in front
of her, leaned over, his face at her chest.  She watched as Mike's hands
shoved his shorts down, and he stepped out of them.

   "Ooooo you're so hard," moaned Amy.

   "All the better to fuck you," said Mike.

   "You can't cum in me this year," came Amy's husky voice.  "It's the
wrong time of the month."

   "OK," he said, standing up and moving forward between her spread thighs.
She leaned back and Gloria saw his hand go to where his penis had to be.

   "Ohhhh yeaaahhhh," groaned Amy, as he moved even closer to her.  "I love
that so much."

   "You feel so hot, baby," moaned Mike.

   They stopped talking then, and Gloria, her nipples tingling and her hand
wanting to touch herself between her legs, inched closer.  There was
movement, and little sounds.  Amy started panting, almost grunting, and she
took one of her hands from behind her and put it between them.

   "Almost," she moaned.  "Don't stop."

   "Oooooooobaby," groaned Mike, his pale buttocks moving faster.  "Ohhhhh
fuck!" he said, leaning over Amy, and lying down on top of her.

   "DON'T CUM IN ME YOU BASTARD!" hissed Amy, her whisper loud enough to be
heard a long way away.

   "Ohhhhhhh," he groaned, pulling her face to his, to silence her with his
lips.  Her hands beat at his back for a few seconds, and then her legs
lifted up and wrapped around his back as she started moaning too, her lips
mashed against his.  His butt didn't move back and forth any more.  It just
looked like he kept trying to push harder.  Gloria heard the legs of the
picnic table slide across the concrete floor of the shelter.

   Then it was quiet, except for the panting of the two teens on the table.
Gloria felt like she was breathing just as hard, and possibly just as loud.
She backed away, afraid that they'd hear her heart pounding in her chest.

   "You prick!" came Amy's half-angry complaint.  "I told you not to cum in
me."

   "I couldn't help it," he said.  "It felt too good, baby."

   "Baby is right!" snarled Amy.  "If you knocked me up, we're both in big
trouble!"

   "I didn't knock you up," he said softly.  "I love you.  I wouldn't do
that to you." He made it sound like he could only get her pregnant if he
TRIED to get her pregnant.

   "I love you too," said the girl, kissing her lover, her anger apparently
forgotten.  "Mmmm, you're getting hard again.  We have to hurry!"

   ================================

   Gloria lurched into the cabin, feeling faint.  She had half hurried out
of the woods, trying to be quiet, and then ran along the path to the
cabins. She got there just as the last stragglers were saying good night to
each other, and going inside.

   "What happened to you?" asked Judy, staring at Gloria.  "You look like
you saw a ghost."

   "Nothing," said Gloria automatically.  "I just got left behind.  I got a
little scared in the dark ...  that's all."

   Judy turned away to mediate an argument over whose turn it was in the
shower, and Gloria sank down on her bed.  She had seen them fucking!  Right
there on the table.  Mike had put his penis in Amy and fucked her!  It
hadn't looked anything like she'd thought it would.  Then again, she
decided, she had no idea what it looked like.  And Mike had spurted his
sperm inside her too!  Maybe even twice!

   "Where's Amy?" came Judy's voice.  "Her bed's empty."

   Gloria felt panic.  If Judy went out looking for them, would she find
them like that? ...  naked ...  rutting ...  fucking?

   "I think I saw them talking," said Gloria, suddenly.

   Judy dropped her shorts, and pulled off her T shirt, to stand only in
panties.  She slipped on her sleep shirt.

   "Well, she'd better get her butt in here," said the counselor.  "I'll be
right back."

   Gloria felt dread as the young woman stalked out, a flashlight in her
hand.  Then, within a minute, she was back, with Amy in tow.

   "We were just talking," whined Amy, sulking.

   "Talk during the day, not in the dark, when you're supposed to be in the
cabin," said Judy stridently.  "You know that."

   "You're no fun," complained Amy.  She looked over at Gloria and grinned.

   Gloria stared at her friend.  She didn't look one whit different than
she ever did.  She was dressed, now, in her shorts and shirt and shoes,
just like she'd been at the campfire.  You couldn't tell that she'd been
fucking like crazy just minutes before this!  She looked completely normal,
and that was a source of amazement to Gloria.

   "Lights out in ten minutes!" warned Judy.  "I'm going to do my
walk-about, and when I get back I want it quiet in here!"

   It wasn't until Judy had been gone for five minutes, that Gloria noticed
the flashlight, on Judy's bed.  How could she do a security check with no
flashlight?

   ============================= Thursday In the morning, during Group
time, they went to the ropes course.  Their challenge that day was to get
everybody in the group over the top of a twelve foot high wall.  Only the
previous two up the wall could help the others.  The rest couldn't help,
but could spot those trying to go up, for safety reasons.  They had to plan
carefully, because some were heavier or shorter than others, and would have
a harder time.  In the end, only Gloria and Arden were left standing on the
ground, at the base of the wall.  Arden simply put his hands on her waist
and lifted her, his strength astonishing her.  He sat her butt on his head
and then, with both hands on her butt, pushed her higher.  She put her feet
on his shoulders and half stood, reaching for hands that were reaching
down. In an instant she was over the top, panting.  She turned to see Arden
standing below, grinning up.  Then, while she and one other person reached
down, Arden simply squatted and jumped impossibly high.  His hand was
caught in hers, as the other person grabbed his other hand, and his feet
climbed the wall until they pulled him over.

   He stood, his body pressed against hers, on the small platform that was
at the top of the wall, on the back side.

   "Thanks," he said.

   She stared into those blue eyes and felt weak.

   "Uh huh," she responded.

   "Canoeing later?" he asked.

   "Uh huh," she said again.

   ==================================

   He was waiting for her at the trail head that led to the boat house. 
Again, all he had on was cuttoffs and tennis shoes.  They walked to the
boat house without talking.

   Once there, he picked a life jacket for her.  He laid it down, and took
the bottle of Nivea from her hand.  She stood there, silently as he began
to spread it all over her arms.  He did her stomach next, and butterflies
sprang to life as his hand slipped across her abdomen.  When he did her
back and sides, his fingers definitely lingered, coming up to the sides of
her breasts.  She thought to say "That's not skin!", but didn't.  She held
her breath, unable to say or do anything.  She realized it felt good to
feel his fingers there, but, at the same time, she felt a rising tide of
panic.

   She knew she was perfectly safe ...  that he wouldn't do anything right
here, in the daylight, in front of everyone.  Then she realized they were
the only ones in the boathouse.  When he did her legs, he used both hands,
one inside her leg, and the other outside, sliding them up until she went
up on her tiptoes, thinking he was going to touch her ...  there!  His
hands stopped, just short, and he switched to do the fronts and backs. 
Then the bottle was back in her hand, and he was holding the life jacket
for her as she stuck her arms through the arm holes.  He turned her around,
and she stared at his face while he fastened the life jacket in the front,
pulling it together and mashing her breasts as he snapped it.  He was
looking at the inner slopes of her breasts while he did so.  He turned her
around, and she felt him touching her breasts again, as he adjusted straps.
She realized she was holding her breath, and let it out.  She felt hot, and
suddenly wanted to be in the water, instead of the canoe.

   She watched as he put on his own vest, looking at the rippling muscles
under his skin.  He tossed his head, the way a girl did, to get his long
hair out of the way, but it didn't look feminine.  Gloria found herself
looking at the front of his shorts.  There was a lump there.  Boys all had
a lump there.  She knew that.  She'd looked at those lumps before.

   She'd never wondered what was making that lump looked like, though.

   =============================== They paddled, and swam, and talked, just
a little, but neither of them had a lot to say.  In a way that was
completely unfamiliar to her, Gloria realized that the not-talking didn't
bother her.  He didn't seem bored, or anything like that.  It was more like
they both just liked being out in nature, and had nothing really important
to say.  The longer it went on, the more comfortable she felt.

   Well, as long as she wasn't looking at him.  When he taught her how to
trade places, without tipping the canoe over, and she was in the stern, she
felt that nervous feeling come back, in her stomach, as she watched the
muscles in his back ripple while he paddled.  She couldn't steer like he
did, and got frustrated when he pointed toward a tree that hung over the
lake edge, and she couldn't seem to get the canoe to go that way.  He swung
around, effortlessly, and taught her how to do what he called a "J" stroke
and then a "sweep" stroke.  She felt awkward, at first, but caught on as he
turned around and kept them moving.

   When they got to the tree, he turned around again and sprawled, lying
back, with his arms hanging over the front of the canoe.  He just looked at
her.

   After maybe five minutes, she couldn't stand it any longer.

   "What?" she asked.

   "Nothing," he said.  "You're pretty."

   "Am not," she said automatically.

   "Yes you are," he said firmly.

   "Is that why you ..." She trailed off in horror, realizing she had been
about to add "touch my breasts?" She felt her face get hot.

   "Like to look at you?" he finished for her.  "Yes."

   She looked away.  Those butterflies were back in her belly.

   "You're really shy," he pointed out.

   "I guess so," she mumbled.

   "Want to go skinny dipping?" he asked.

   She was shocked, and her mouth dropped open.  "We can't do that!" she
gasped.

   "Why not?" he asked.  "Nobody would know."

   "There are people all over the place!" she said.

   "Across the lake," he replied.  "We could swim here."

   "I couldn't do that," she moaned.

   "OK," he said simply.

   Gloria felt panic.  She had no idea why she felt that way, but it was
clear in her body.

   "You can," she blurted.  She couldn't believe she'd said that.

   "You don't mind?" he asked, his eyebrow rising.

   "I won't look," she gasped, looking away.

   "I don't mind if you look," he said.

   Then, suddenly, he was over the side, and Gloria was hanging on to the
gunwales of the canoe, steadying it automatically.  His life jacket came
off and he dumped it into the boat.  He seemed to sink into the water, and
his hands came up with his cutoffs in them.  He dropped them into the
bottom of the canoe with a wet plop.  His tennis shoes followed, and then
he was swimming off.  Gloria watched as his pale buttocks appeared,
briefly, just beneath the water, but then he was too far away to see.

   She didn't know what to do.  She felt like she should do something, but
she had no idea what that was.  He was twenty feet away from the canoe. 
She decided to follow him, to keep the canoe where he could reach it if he
needed to.  She floundered, at first, turning the canoe in a circle, until
she remembered the strokes he'd taught her.  The J stroke worked best to go
in a mostly straight line, but she seemed to be crawling along.

   He saw her coming and smiled, turning onto his back and started doing
what she'd have called some king of frog kick.  She saw his thighs, just
under the water, and some darkness there, where they met, but she couldn't
see anything clearly.  It was tantalizing.

   "You're getting better," he called.

   "I guess," she said.

   He stopped, treading water, and the canoe started to slide by him.  He
reached out and grabbed the gunwale.  She found herself staring into those
amazing blue eyes.

   "That's enough, for now," he said.

   "You want to go back to the tree, to get back in?" she asked.

   "No, I'll just do it here, if you don't mind."

   "But ..." She started to speak ...  to say that people would see him
leaping into the canoe naked ...  but it was too late.  His body slithered
over the side of the canoe and she grabbed the sides tightly as he ended up
in a heap in the floor, just in front of her.  Her eyes went straight to
his penis, which was protruding from a nest of hair that, she errantly
thought, was exactly the same color as her own.  She was both surprised and
a little disappointed when she realized it looked just about like Bobby's.
When they were about ten, they'd examined each other's bodies one day, both
curious.  When she was twelve, she'd walked into the bathroom while he was
standing there peeing into the toilet.  Neither of them had been all that
embarrassed about it.  They were too good of friends to let something like
that bother them.  Arden's just looked like a pale, wrinkled sausage, with
a tight, small round sack behind it.  He had more hair than Bobby had had,
but then that was several years ago too.

   She watched as he got his shorts and worked them onto his legs.  Then he
had to lie back and lift his butt to get them up.  The wet cloth dragged on
his skin, and he had a hard time.

   "I hate clothes," he muttered.

   All the while she stared at what made him male.

   =================================

   When they got back to the boat house she went in first, while he took
care of the canoe.  She could have undone her life jacket, but she put the
paddles away first.  She knew she was waiting for him to come help ...  to
touch her.  She tossed that thought around in her head, wondering about
that.  Why did she want him to touch her?

   Then he was there, his hands doing exactly what she had known they'd do.
He stood behind her, and reached around to unsnap the harness.  As he
dragged it off her breasts, his fingertips slid over both breasts, and both
nipples.  She felt almost-pain as her nipples were stimulated, and looked
down to see that they were poking through the swim suit horribly.  She
actually wavered, her knees feeling suddenly weak, and leaned back against
him.  He couldn't get the jacket off of her that way.

   "You OK?" he asked.

   "I don't know," she said truthfully.

   He turned her around, and looked into her face.

   "I'm OK," she said, shakily.

   He pushed the vest back, and his naked chest touched the tips of her
breasts as he slid the vest back.  Her arms went back, an automatic attempt
to assist him, but all that did was push her breasts more firmly into his
chest.  She felt like she might actually pee herself, but didn't.

   "Too much sun," he commented, pulling the jacket around her and turning
to hang it up.

   "Too much Arden," thought Gloria, as she watched him pick up her bottle
of sunscreen.

   "You want me to put more Nivea on you ...  Nivea?" he asked, grinning.

   Gloria thought that if his hands stroked all over her again, right now,
she'd just crumple to the ground.  All she could manage was a shake of her
head.  He handed the bottle to her, and they walked out of the boathouse
together.

   ================================= Friday - 2nd Wednesday It was like
that for the next six days.  It was routine, now.  They always went
canoeing in the afternoon.  He always applied her Nivea, and helped her
with her life jacket, and, each day, his hands became more familiar with
her breasts.  He never touched her hips, but when they swam, his fingers
seemed to stroke her arms all the time.  It wasn't for any particular
purpose.  It was more like he just liked reaching out to touch her.  His
fingers on her breasts weren't insistent, either.  They just seemed to
linger longer, and move closer and closer to her nipples, as he helped her
on and off, with her vest.

   She never said anything.  She couldn't believe she was letting this
disturbing boy touch her like this, but she never made a move to stop him.
He never said anything either.  He didn't try to kiss her.  But, every
chance he got, his fingers traced across the full sides of her globes.

   And every time she thought he might try to touch her, she waited for it
to happen, instead of doing something to keep it from happening.

   Every day he spent a little time naked, in the water.  It wasn't a lot
of time, but soon his penis didn't seem so odd any more, when she glimpsed
it.  He didn't put it on "display" for her, or anything like that.  He was
just completely unashamed about her seeing him naked.  That made sense to
her.  His family were all nudists, after all.

   =================================

   CHAPTER THREE

   Judy caught Amy and Mike, sneaking off after another campfire. 
Thankfully, she caught them before they were naked, and fucking like crazy.
She threatened to send them home if it happened again.  Amy sulked, and,
for some reason, took it out on Gloria.  But that only lasted a couple of
days, and then she was herself again.  Gloria wondered if she'd found some
other way to risk getting pregnant.

   **************************************

   There were two dances, during camp.  One was the second Wednesday night,
and the other was the last Friday night.  The first one was the most fun,
based on Gloria's experience.  By the time the last one happened, everybody
had found a camp boyfriend or girlfriend, and they were all so sad that
camp was about to end that, half the time, they were crying.  The other
half, well, they were going outside to cling to each other in the dark,
until some counselor came along and broke it up.

   Earlier that day, when they were getting ready to go out on the lake,
Arden had bumped things up a notch.  He had stood in front of her, rubbing
Nivea on her stomach, and his hands just rose and smoothed it over the
insides of her breasts.  He'd never put any there before, which wasn't odd,
since the life jacket covered her there.  It covered her sides too, which
he stroked regularly, but she was used to that by now.

   Then, when he was behind her, doing her sides, his hands slid around to
her belly and rose, right onto her breasts, cupping them.

   She had stood, stock still, as he gently squeezed both soft mounds,
before letting his fingertips slid back, along the sides, to drift down her
sides to the top of her swimsuit bottom.  He had done it boldly, and it had
had nothing to do with either her sun screen, or her life jacket, which was
still hanging on the wall.

   Her mind had screamed, inside, half of it telling her to stop him
instantly.  The other half bemoaned loudly that he did stop.  She couldn't
believe he'd done that.  She also couldn't believe how she almost peed
herself again when he did.  When he put her life jacket on her, and did
nothing else, she wanted to scream again, but held it in.  Her confusion,
and the tingling in her nipples, made her wobbly as they started off, with
her in the stern.

   Another couple wanted to race.  The girl was in the bow of that canoe,
and Gloria had a feeling the boy thought that a girl steering would be easy
to beat.  Arden's powerful, easy strokes, though, and Gloria's now
well-tuned J stroke, put them three canoe lengths ahead in no time.  Gloria
could hear the boy complaining that the girl wasn't stroking hard enough.

   It was the first time she felt like she'd ever gotten the best of a boy,
and it elated her.  When they finally stopped, she was flushed and panting.
Arden looked over his shoulder.

   "We're good together, Nivea" he commented.

   An almost overwhelming feeling lashed through Gloria.  She felt powerful
...  invincible.

   "Are you going to skinny dip today?" she asked.

   "Of course," he said.

   "Maybe I will too," she said, the blood singing in her veins.

   "Cool," was all he responded with.

   Doing it, though, was entirely different than deciding to do it.  She
chickened out, in the end.  They'd paddled over to the tree, which was as
far away from the boat house as you could get.  He was in the water, naked,
already, and waiting for her.

   "I don't think I can," she said, looking around.

   "Just get in the water," he said.  "Nobody will think a thing.  We swim
over here all the time.  They know that.  The counselor doesn't even watch
us any more.  He knows we're being careful."

   It was the most she'd heard him say, all at the same time, since she'd
met him.

   She did get in the water, but then felt chicken again.

   "I'll help you," he said.

   She froze as he floated over to her and his fingers went to the clip of
the life jacket.  She felt it come off, and sank down in the water, until
her shoes hit mud.  She knew she was staring at him, but still couldn't
make her arms work.

   "Turn around," he said.

   He helped her, and she felt his fingers at the clip of her bikini bra.
She felt it go slack, and he pushed it forward.  She looked down to see her
arms move forward, her bra now suspended in front of her.  She could see
her nipples through the murky water.  They were hard.  She felt his chest
against her back, and was terrified that he might touch her naked breasts.
Then, as he leaned forward to remove the bra from her arms, she was
terrified that he WOUDN'T touch her breasts.  She felt a moan seep from her
throat, and bubble through her lips.

   "It's all right," said his soft voice in her ear.  "I won't hurt you."

   He took her top and dropped it in the bottom of the canoe.  She felt his
fingers at the waistband of her bottoms and thought she'd just curl up and
die as he pushed, sliding them down over her hips.  He did it in a way that
used his fingertips, his palms sliding against her hips, and she wanted to
bend over, because her stomach felt so fluttery.  He must have gone under
water to get them off her feet, because she felt him lift, first one foot,
and then the other.  He came back up, behind her.  She still hadn't moved,
voluntarily.  Only the water, holding part of her weight, kept her from
crumpling.

   "It's OK," he said from behind her.  She felt his chest against her
back, and his hands on her stomach as he pulled her against him gently. 
She felt something mash into her buttocks, and knew it was his penis.

   "Feel the water on your skin," he said softly.  One of his hands left
her stomach and he did something to make water swirl against where that
hand had been.  To stave off hysteria, she concentrated on the feel of the
water, swirling against her.  It felt wonderful.  She couldn't believe it!
She'd felt water against her skin every time she'd ever gone swimming, but
somehow, it wasn't like this.

   She took a hesitant step with her right foot, sideways, and felt water
caress her between her legs, in a way she'd never felt before.

   "Feel how unencumbered you are," he went on.  "Like a fish, with nothing
to disturb the flow of water across your body."

   "It's ...  different ..." she blurted.

   "It's very different," he agreed.  "Now ...  swim."

   "But, you ..." she started, and then snapped her mouth shut.  She'd been
about to say "But you haven't touched my breasts yet!"

   Feeling sudden energy, and wanting very much to get away from the thing
that was pressed against her buttocks, she lunged forward.  She swam
awkwardly, at first, because it felt so completely different.  She settled
into a breast stroke, which felt marvelous, and didn't splash water in her
face.  Only her feet felt dead and heavy, in their water-soaked shoes.  She
looked over to see him side stroking, keeping up with her easily.  He was
grinning.

   "I can't believe this," she panted.

   "I told you," he said.

   "We're naked!" she sighed.

   "Totally," he said, still grinning.  "Well, you still have on your
shoes, but they don't count."

   "I've never done this in my life," said a very changed Gloria.

   "Pretty cool, huh?"

   "Definitely," she agreed.  She DID feel free, like she was slipping
through the water easily.  She felt light, somehow, as if a mere bikini
could weigh her down.

   "Now you know why I hate clothes," he said.

   Somehow, when he said "clothes" all she could think about was that they
were both naked, and that there were ten or fifteen other people within
shouting distance.  What if the counselor saw the canoe was empty, and came
to investigate.  What if he found them like this ...  naked ...  swimming
naked?  She turned, to swim back to the canoe.  Her feet felt clunky and
weighted down.  If she ever did this again, there would be no shoes.

   They stood, behind the canoe, and she reached in for her bra.

   THAT's when his hands slid around her sides, and cupped her bare
breasts.

   She was completely unprepared for it, and the effect was devastating. 
His hands squeezed as she fell back from the canoe, her top held limply in
one un-responding hand.  His fingers traced over her nipples, and squeezed
them gently.  She saw stars.  It was everything she could do just to drag
in a breath of air.  That air came out in a long groan.

   "I knew they'd feel wonderful," he said softly in her ear.  "I knew
you'd have long, stiff nipples." He squeezed them again, rolling them
between his fingers and thumbs.

   "Aaaaarrrdeeen," she moaned, her hands fluttering in the water.  She
lost her grip on her top, and her arm darted for it, as if it had its own
mind.

   "Shhhhhh," he said into her ear.  "I won't hurt you."

   Suddenly his hands were gone from her breasts.  She almost cried out at
the feeling of loss, but his hands went to her waist and gripped her, to
turn her around.  She felt her wet skin slid through his hands, and then
they were firmly on her waist again, lifting, until her breasts came clear
of the water, where he could see them.

   "Beautiful," he sighed.

   She felt weightless as he manhandled her, and limp, except for the
muscles in her neck, which kept her head where she could see his face, and
her breasts.  She watched in complete shock as his mouth opened, and moved
toward her left breast, to seal around the nipple there.

   He sucked, and Gloria thought the world must surely be ending in an
explosion of orange and yellow that, somehow, she could see with her eyes
tightly closed.

   For five minutes Arden switched, from one breast to the other, his hands
welded to her waist.  She knew what was happening, because she could feel
it, but her eyesight had somehow dimmed.  She realized her neck hurt, and,
with a start, realized her eyes were still closed, and her head was hanging
back, limply as his lips did the most astonishing things to her nipples. 
She suddenly felt a tension in her body that replaced the limp, helpless
feeling, and her hands, one of them still holding her top, flashed to his
head, to hold him there.  She knew something was about to happen.  She
could feel it, deep inside her.  It was a new thing, and the closest thing
she could think of that was like this feeling was when she had seen her
neighbor's three year old toddle out into the street, when a car was coming
right at him.  She felt like she was going to explode with the energy that
was building up inside her.  She heard her throat making noises she had
never heard before.  Then, just before her world broke apart, she
recognized the noises.

   She'd heard them before after all.

   They had been coming from Amy's throat, while Mike was lying on top of
her, on that picnic table, in the dark.

   **************************************

   She paddled listlessly as the canoe drifted toward the dock.  She
couldn't remember getting her bikini back on, and knew that Arden had to
have dressed her.  She did remember being lifted, and flopping into the
bottom of the canoe.  She had a better memory of him putting her life
jacket back on her, and putting her in the bow of the canoe.

   She knew that, if she turned around, she could see him.  He was back
there, making the canoe move.  She wondered if she had hurt something.  Her
whole body felt fuzzy, somehow, and, in some ways, hard to feel.  At the
same time, she felt wonderful.  She thought about what had happened.  It
had been amazing, and scary, and wonderful all at the same time.  She must
have had an orgasm.  Before now, that had been a word with no meaning.  She
knew orgasms existed, like she knew electrons existed, but she'd never
seen, or touched, or understood what either was really all about.  It had
to have been an orgasm, even though she didn't know what an orgasm felt
like.  Unless it felt like that.  If it felt like that, she might be able
to live through another one some day.  If it was stronger than that, she'd
be in real trouble.

   She looked down at her breasts.  She couldn't see her breasts, because
the life jacket was covering them.  She wondered if her nipples were poking
through the suit.  Who would have thought her breasts could bring THAT much
pleasure?  She still couldn't believe it had happened.  She looked around.
The lake looked the same.  The boathouse looked the same.  There wasn't a
cloud in the sky.  Everything looked completely normal, but she didn't see
how that could be.  She didn't feel normal.  She'd never felt like this in
her life!

   She couldn't look at Arden, when they got out of the canoe.  Habit took
over, as she let him secure the canoe, and she took the paddles into the
boat house.  She couldn't believe she was standing there, waiting for him
to come touch her breasts again, but that's exactly what she did.

   He came.  He took her vest off and hung it up, like always.  She turned
away from him, almost like she was saving him the trouble of having to move
behind her.  She felt his warm chest on her back as his hands went around,
to lie on her stomach again.  She felt his hot breath on her neck, and
leaned her head to one side.  His soft lips brushed her neck, and she
leaned back.  Now his hands slid up, to cup, and squeeze and tweak.  There
was a difference now.  It felt good, but not as good as when they were
naked.  She wondered, her mind floating, if he'd go under her bra, and felt
mildly disappointed when he didn't.  He made up for it by letting his hands
drift downwards, to the waistband of her bottoms, where his fingers traced
over her bare belly.  He sucked gently at the skin of her neck, and then,
maddeningly, moved back.

   "Supper is soon," he said.

   They walked, side by side, along the trail.  Again, they said nothing.
She wanted him to take her hand, but he didn't.

   "See you at the dance?" he asked, in parting.

   All she could muster up was a nod.

   **************************************

   "Are you sure you're feeling all right?" asked Judy, looking worriedly
at Gloria, at supper.

   "I'm fine," insisted Gloria.  "I'm just tired, that's all."

   The worried counselor leaned close, to talk into Gloria's ear.  "Are you
cramping or something?" she asked.  "We have a full time nurse, you know."

   "I'm not cramping," insisted Gloria, a little more loudly than she had
intended.  Only one other person at the table heard her, and that was a
girl, thank goodness.

   "OK," said Judy, leaning back.  "But you'll tell me if you need anything
...  right?"

   Gloria thought about how the only thing she needed right now was Arden's
hands ...  or his lips ...  on her naked breasts, and blushed.

   "I'll tell you," she said hurriedly.  "I just got too much sun today,
that's all."

   **************************************

   To her immense dissatisfaction, Arden ignored her for the first part of
the dance.  He didn't dance with other girls.  In fact, he didn't dance at
all.  She sat with Mike and Amy, when she wasn't dancing.  Several boys
came up to her, to her surprise, and asked her to dance.  She noticed that
the ones who she danced with seemed to spend a lot of time looking at her
chest.  She looked down at her breasts, several times, but didn't see
anything odd.  She had no way of knowing that, having grown heavier, they
shook and wobbled as she danced this year, while they had not, the year
before.  She'd gotten more used to them being there than she realized.

   Typically, the counselors, who were the DJs, played mostly fast music
for the first half of the dance.  Then, perhaps because they ran out of
energy faster than their charges, the music got slower later.  Most of the
counselors danced too, though more danced slow, than fast, and they didn't
dance as often.  For one dance Gloria danced with Judy.  They were joined
by Brad, making a threesome, but nobody cared.  Judy asked her only once if
she was feeling better, and when she insisted she was, left her alone after
that.

   With only half an hour left in the dance, Arden finally appeared, and
asked Gloria to dance.  She almost said no, just to punish him for making
her wait so long, but, when Amy and Mike got up and gripped each other
closely, Gloria stood too.

   "I'm not much of a dancer," said Arden, into the side of her head, as
she felt him pull her against him.

   "I don't care," she heard herself say, into his chest.  It just felt
good to be held.

   They danced three more dances in a row, molded against each other, his
hands on her waist, and hers on his shoulders.  She felt heavy.  She wished
he could lift her up and do those amazing things to her breasts again, but
she knew he couldn't, now that they were out of the water.  She realized
that she'd never be quite happy again, swimming with something clinging to
her body.

   "Want to go get a breath of air?" he asked, when the song ended.

   "I guess," she said, feeling like she needed to find something else to
say, instead of that, all the time.

   He took her by the hand, and led her out.  It was dark, though the yard
lights on the front of the dining hall, where the dance was held, lit up
the lawn for twenty yards or so.  They saw other couples walking, out near
the edge of the light.  You weren't allowed to leave the dance, but you
could walk, like that.

   They joined the groups, and he slowly led her toward the corner of the
building.  There was a storage shed, that had a huge walk-in freezer inside
part of it, off to one side.  She let him lead her behind that.  The light
spilled past the corners of the shed, but they were in darkness.

   She knew he was going to kiss her.  She didn't know how she knew that,
but, somehow, she knew it would happen.  Maybe because she knew that, and
because she had a few fumbled attempts at kissing under her belt, from
dances at school, she wasn't affected so strongly when he did.  He gave her
time to see it coming by putting both his hands on the wall of the shed, on
either side of her, and leaning towards her slowly.  She could have ducked
out of it, if she'd wanted to ...  but she didn't want to.

   She loved every second of it.  His lips were warm and soft, slightly
open, and felt ever so much better than the last lips she'd kissed, which
had been stiff and hard.  It was a much more intimate feeling, and she
wanted to feel his body against hers again, like when they were dancing. 
She leaned forward a little, and he put his arms around her, and then
leaned to pin her against the wall.

   His tongue flickered rapidly out, to just graze her teeth, and that
surprised her.  She'd heard of French kissing, of course, but had thought
that would be ...  uncomfortable.  She was delighted to find that it
wasn't, and let her own tongue slip between her teeth, just a little.

   For maybe a minute, they teased each other with just the tips of their
tongues, somehow not in a hurry, just enjoying making out.  Then, quite
suddenly, it got more intense, until both of them were trying to cram their
entire tongues into each other's mouths.  Their bodies moved, now, rubbing
and pushing at each other, and she realized she was short of breath.  She
didn't want to stop, though, and just tried to suck enough breath through
her nose to stay conscious.

   He pulled back.  His hands slid up her back, and then to the sides of
her breasts, and she unconsciously arched her back, to thrust them at him.
He molded his hands over them, rubbing back and forth, in small circles and
she panted, getting her breath.  His hands slid down her sides again, to
her hips, and then back up, under her T shirt.  She suddenly wished she
hadn't worn a bra, so he could touch her bare breasts.

   They hadn't said a word since that first kiss.  It was too dark to see
his eyes, but when his hands went to her back, to fiddle with her bra
catch, she leaned into him.  Feeling the pressure release made her almost
dizzy with anticipation, and she felt like she was going to go crazy as she
felt cool air on her skin as he slowly moved her shirt up, taking the bra
cups with it, until the night air whispered across her nipples.  She knew
they were hard as cherry pits right now.  She could feel the pain that was
always there when they got that way.

   His head dipped, and she sucked in a huge breath.  She held it, meaning
to hold it in forever, but his hot breath on her aching nipple forced it
out, just as he closed his lips over the bud and sucked.  Her throat made a
harsh sound as the breath rattled out of it in a long groan that released
her pent up emotions.  She'd felt this before, even if only once, and it
didn't completely incapacitate her, like it had before.  She felt the
thrilling touch of his tongue, and the fire of his lips sucking, and could
pay attention to that now.  She thought that if the moon somehow fell on
top of them this very instant, she would die happy.

   She felt pressure between her legs, and it startled her.  Then his hand
slid over her butt, to the naked skin on her back, just above her shorts,
and she realized he'd stuck his whole arm between her legs.  She gave a
soft squawk of surprise as he lifted her, supporting her with his forearm
between her legs, and his other arm around her shoulders.  She was actually
off the ground, and felt helpless as he held her against the wall and
sucked at her nipples.  The pressure of his arm pressed right against her
pussy, and every little movement she made sent streaks of something icy-hot
from where his arm touched her, to those nipples.  It was about to make her
have another orgasm.  She was sure it would happen.  She had been
delightfully scared out of her wits the first time, but this ...  this she
wanted.  It wasn't so overpowering either, when she felt it begin to steal
through her body.  She wiggled on his arm, moaning, and her hands held his
head to her breast as she gurgled and let the feelings flow.

   He seemed to know, somehow, when the orgasm passed, and set her back
down on the ground.  She leaned shakily against the rough boards, feeling
the texture of the wood on her back.  He kissed her twice more, before,
without a word, he put her clothing back together, replacing her bra cups,
fastening the bra by feel, and then pulling her shirt down.  She stood,
still weak from the feelings he had caused in her.

   "You go back in," he said.  "I'll be there in a minute."

   "Why?" she asked.  "Aren't you going with me?"

   "In a minute," he said.  "I have to ...  uh ...  take a leak."

   "Oh!" she said softly.  "OK." Boys did things like that, outside, in the
dark.  It didn't seem odd to her.  She'd seen Bobby taking a leak out by
the fishing lake many times, though he never stood where she could see his
actual penis.

   She felt like she was stumbling for the first ten feet, and then she
shook herself.  She had to act normal.  Amy had actually let Mike fuck her,
and had looked completely normal, afterward.  If Amy could do that, so
could she.

   The dance was over when she got back.

   "There you are," said Judy.

   "I went outside to get some fresh air," said Gloria.

   "With Arden, as I recall," said Judy, peering closely at the girl.

   "Yes," said Gloria.  "He's still out there, somewhere."

   "Oh," said Judy, looking confused.  She had seen how closely they
danced, and just assumed there was a little innocent hanky panky going on
outside.  She didn't mind a little, but had been about to go look for them.
If Arden was somewhere besides with Gloria, maybe she had read the signals
wrong.

   "Did you have a good time?" she asked carefully.  Gloria was a sweet,
quiet girl, the kind that some boys might be able to take advantage of. 
Judy didn't want her getting her heart broken at camp.

   "I had a great time," sighed Gloria.

   "Good," said Judy, wondering at the tone of the girl's voice.

   **************************************

   2nd Thursday, 2nd Friday

   The previous night, while Gloria was outside, getting her nipples
sucked, Amy had a fight with Mike.  Mike had asked another girl to dance,
after Amy said she was too tired to dance any more.

   It took two days for Amy to get over her sulk, and for all of those two
days, she stuck to Gloria like glue.  Amy didn't want to go canoeing, which
was good, because if she had, and Arden would have been there, he'd
probably have wanted to skinny dip again.  Amy would have loved that. 
Maybe too much, as mad as she was at Mike.

   The day after the dance, when she saw Arden at lunch, she bent down to
tell him she wasn't going canoeing that day.  He just shrugged.  Amy didn't
want to do anything but pout, so they hung around the crafts area and did
some more braiding of friendship bracelets.  Gloria made one for her ankle.

   The next day, one of only two Fridays left before camp was over, Amy
wanted to go horseback riding, so Gloria did that again.  Then she wanted
to go swimming in the pool, that afternoon.  When Arden looked at Gloria
during lunch that day, and she shook her head no, just the slightest bit,
he came to the table.

   "You OK?"

   "I'm fine," she said.  She knew he thought she was chickening out ... 
that he'd gone too fast, or something.  "Amy wants to swim in the pool this
afternoon."

   "Cool," he said calmly.

   She felt much better when Arden showed up at the pool, even though he
didn't come talk to her.  He joined the rest of the boys in what Judy
called "testosterone games", where they competed at everything, and
wrestled, and dunked.  Mike was there too, and was in the mix.  Amy drifted
closer and closer to the milling mass of boys, until the inevitable
happened and she was knocked over.  She shouted at the boy who had run into
her, and Mike came over, concern on his face.

   Just like that, they were over their spat, and Amy abandoned Gloria to
hang on Mike like he was the last boy on earth.

   Gloria felt something between her ankles, and looked down, jumping, as a
body swam between her legs.  She watched, eyes wide, as Arden surfaced in
front of her.

   "Went all the way from the end of the pool, underwater, and through your
legs in one breath," he announced, breathing deeply.  Gloria looked at the
end of the pool he'd pointed at.  They were standing in the middle.

   "I could do that," she said.

   "Think so?" He grinned.

   "Want to bet?" she asked, sticking her chin out.

   "If I win, we go canoeing tomorrow," he said.

   She stuck out her tongue at him.  "I was going to do that anyway, but
you're on!  If I win, you have to make me a friendship bracelet!"

   "OK," he said, amiably.

   It was no contest.  He was older, stronger, and more used to holding his
breath.  He stood where she had been standing, but she was short by ten or
twelve feet when she had to come up for air.  He drifted toward her, but
didn't say anything.  She wiped her eyes and stared at him.

   "You'd have made it if you'd been skinny dipping," he said.  "The suit
drags."

   Gloria stared at him.  She didn't know whether he was kidding or not. 
But she had a date for canoeing tomorrow, and most likely some more skinny
dipping.  She was pretty sure he'd give her another one of those delicious
orgasms too.

   **************************************

   Maybe it was because she was thinking about what tomorrow might be like
that caused Gloria not to be sleepy.  Maybe it was because after Judy got
ready for bed, and put on her sleep shirt, while she was trying to get the
girls to quiet down, she bent over to get something out of her suitcase and
Gloria saw she wasn't wearing any panties.  That was very odd.  For
whatever reason, when Judy flipped out the lights, and went out for her
walkabout without her flashlight again, Gloria was definitely not sleepy.
She lay there as the girls, one by one, got quiet and started making sleep
sounds.  Nancy, the other counselor in the cabin, snored, and Gloria knew
she was asleep by that sound.  Still, Judy had not come back.

   Glori was about to get up and go looking for Judy, when the door was
suddenly pushed inward.  Gloria, her eyes now accustomed to the dim light
cast by a night light in the bathroom, watched as Judy came in.  She
stopped, standing there like she was listening, and then went to her bunk,
across from Gloria's.  She picked up the flashlight off the bed and turned
it on, covering the lens with her hand.  She bent over her suitcase again
and pulled out a pair of panties, which, after she turned the flashlight
off again, she quietly stepped into and pulled up onto her hips.  Her hand
did something at the front of her panties.  Gloria could see her silhouette
by the dim light coming in a window.  Judy brought her hand up to her lips,
and the silhouette of those lips opened, as one or two fingers went inside.
The lips closed on them, and she pulled them out.  It was all very strange,
to Gloria.

   Then Judy crawled in bed, and all was quiet again.

   Gloria lay there, wondering what in the world was going on with Judy. 
She also worried about what might happen tomorrow.  She knew, somehow, that
Arden would do something more than he had already done.  She knew she
shouldn't let him do anything more too.

   But she knew she would.

   **************************************

   CHAPTER FOUR

   2nd Saturday

   At breakfast, Gloria happened to sit at the same table with Judy again.
That wasn't unusual.  She liked her counselor a lot, and being both excited
and worried about what might happen with Arden may have nudged her toward
sitting with someone she felt comfortable with.

   It was for that reason that she happened to be there when the camp
director came to the table to talk to Judy.

   "I've got the shopping list for the supplies we're running low on," said
the director.  "It's not too bad.  There are some things we need for
crafts, and we need some saddle soap and some more ping pong balls ... 
things like that.  I think it's you guys' turn to make the run, isn't it?"

   Judy smiled up at the director.  "Probably," she agreed.  "I'll find
Brad and we'll get it taken care of during morning free time.  Can you
cover for us while we're gone?  I'm at crafts, this morning, and I think
Brad is helping out at the pool."

   "Already have it covered," said the director.  He thanked Judy, and went
back to the table he was eating at.

   None of that was odd.  Counselors made trips into town to WalMart, or
wherever, to pick up needed items, every other day or so.  But knowing that
Judy and Brad were making the run this morning turned out to be critical
for Gloria.

   She had been on the verge of talking to Judy about what was happening to
her with Arden.  She wasn't going to identify Arden, of course ...  she
just wanted to talk about the feelings she was having.  She knew ...  or at
least believed ...  that she shouldn't be letting Arden touch her so
intimately.  The problem was that she loved his touch, and what it did to
her.  Now, though, Judy would be gone, and Gloria couldn't talk to her.

   Instead, Gloria took what she called a "nature walk".  She ended up
doing a nature walk just about every year, where she went off by herself,
to think about something that was bothering her.  All she did was walk the
old trails through the woods.

   The camp had been there for years and years.  The road that came into
it, back when the camp was new, had been bulldozed from one side of the
property to the other, providing two entrances.  Only one was used, these
days.  The other had a locked gate across it.  But that gate was closer to
town by a couple of miles, so counselors usually got the key and went that
way when making a run.  Gloria knew that too, though she didn't think about
it as she wandered along in the woods.

   The first thing that caught her attention was a flash of color, through
the vegetation.  It was a deep maroon color, and she recognized it
immediately as being a car, parked off the road, by an picnic shelter that
nobody used any more because it was too far away from the dining hall.

   Her first thought was that trespassers were on the property.  Then she
wondered why anybody would want to trespass clear out here, in the middle
of nowhere.  Using her woodsman's skills, she crept forward, to see what
was going on.  Quite soon she realized she was looking at Judy's SUV,
sitting next to the picnic shelter.

   Her next thought was that the car had broken down.  She didn't see
either Judy or Brad anywhere.  They must have walked back when the car
died. Then she realized that this shelter was a good fifty yards off the
road.  If they had broken down, why wasn't the car on the road?  More than
that, the car had been backed into where it was parked.

   Her woodsman's skills forgotten, she walked up to the back of the SUV
and looked through the back window.

   Judy's voice, sounding very close in the still air, almost scared Gloria
to death.

   "You're going to tease me again, aren't you!"

   Gloria looked around wildly.  The voice seemed to have come from the
front of the car.  Gloria stepped to one side and froze.

   In front of the SUV, under the spreading branches of an old oak tree, a
blanket had been spread out.  Gloria hadn't been able to see that because
the car blocked her view.  Judy was lying on that blanket.

   She was stark naked.

   More than that, Brad was standing over her, also stark naked.

   Gloria jerked back behind the car, and then peeked around the edge of it
again, immediately, squatting down.  She couldn't believe her eyes.

   "I love to tease you," said Gloria's male counselor.  "You love to be
teased."

   "It's bad enough when we only have ten minutes!" moaned Judy.  She had
her knees up and spread.  Gloria's wide eyes could see exactly what Brad
was seeing, and that was everything!  "We've got time to make this last,
Bradley, but don't tease me.  You know what I want."

   Brad turned, and for the first time in her life, Gloria saw a fully
erect penis.  She gawked.  It was so different than her cousin's, or
Arden's that she couldn't take her eyes off it.  Both Arden's and Bobby's
had been wrinkled lumps of flesh, maybe two or three inches long, and maybe
twice as big around as her thumb.  Brad's looked huge to her.  It stuck out
two or three times longer than what Arden's would, if it weren't lying on
that round sack.  It was almost the same thickness the whole length too,
instead of being smaller at the tip, like Arden's was.  The tip looked
blunt, with a large wedge-shaped knob there, that suddenly sloped inward
behind the knob, before swelling back out.  Brad's naked body looked
different too.  Gloria had seen him in a swim suit, of course, but this was
different somehow.  He seemed to bulge with muscles, including his butt,
where muscles defined their shapes under his skin.  The hair around the
base of his penis was light blond, like the hair on his head.  She couldn't
see his balls yet, because his thigh just barely hid them.

   "I still don't get that," said Brad, bringing his hand to that scary
looking penis.  He stroked along it a couple of times.  "I know we've been
having fun for the last couple of years ...  but a baby?"

   "You never listen to me!" said Judy, closing and then opening her knees,
even wider.  Her right hand came to her pussy and rubbed there.  "Steve and
I have been trying for two YEARS!  He won't believe it's his sperm count
that's the problem, regardless of what the lab reports say.  He won't try
invitro fertilization.  This isn't just for fun, any more, Brad.  Come on,
baby, I need you."

   "I thought you were just teasing me," said Brad, "I thought you were
just trying to get me going." He got to his knees, his back to Gloria, and
got between Judy's spread thighs, blocking her view of Judy, who she'd been
looking at too.  It was hard to see, with her lying on her back, but Judy
looked just as beautiful naked as she did with clothes on, to Gloria.  Her
breasts looked bigger, and her nipples were dark brown, like her head hair
and the thin strip of obviously trimmed hair that seemed to point from her
belly button to her pussy.

   Feeling a sort of de ja vue, Gloria's eyes got wider as Brad leaned
forward, to rest on his hands, while Judy's hand came to his hanging prick
and nosed it between her pussy lips.  Now Gloria had an unobstructed view
of Brad's balls, which hung down, almost, but not quite hiding his penis.
With no preamble at all, he pushed, and Gloria watched as that fat, long
penis slid into Judy.

   **************************************

   The noises they made were startlingly like those Amy and Mike had made,
which heightened the sense of de ja vue in Gloria's shocked mind.  Seeing
that thick white stalk slide in and out of Judy's pussy, seeming to do so
effortlessly, made Gloria feel weak and faint.  Seeing Judy's hips bounce
up off the blanket to receive that impossibly large thing made the teen
want to moan.  She realized she was squeezing her nipple with one hand, and
stopped, afraid she'd make a noise.  She knew she should flee.  Getting
caught spying would ruin everything, but she couldn't tear her eyes away
from the coupling that was going on, just a few yards away.

   Theoretically, what Gloria had heard had been something she had the
capability to understand on a rational level.  Judy had basically said that
she and Brad had been having sex, on a more or less recreational basis, for
two years.  Now she knew she that her husband couldn't give her a baby, and
she wanted one badly enough to have it with Brad.  On a cerebral level,
Gloria understood that.  It hadn't sunk in, emotionally, though.  She just
hadn't had time to process that.

   But, when Judy started telling Brad he'd always been her favorite lover,
and that she looked forward to camp every year because she knew Brad would
do this to her again, and that she wanted him to squirt a baby in her,
begging him to make her pregnant, the emotion in her voice flooded Gloria's
emotional centers as well.  Her hands went to her breasts again, and then
one flashed between her legs, where she needed to feel the pressure.  She
felt the insane urge to strip off her clothes, and run to the blanket, to
beg Brad to make a baby in her too!  She knew that was the craziest thing
in the entire world, but that was the urge that flooded her.

   She didn't do that, of course.  It was unthinkable.  Well ... 
un-doable, anyway.  Instead, she watched as he bucked and groaned and those
hanging balls flopped under him, until, at one point, he stopped, and his
balls seemed to jerk, and tighten.

   "Ohhhh yess, baby," moaned Judy.  "Knock me up, lover."

   Everything seemed to stop suddenly, except that Gloria's hands kept
moving.  She felt an orgasm so close she could almost taste it.  But she
knew she couldn't be quiet if she let it come, and, stifling a groan, she
pulled her hands from where they were rubbing and clasped them together. 
She saw Brad getting up, and saw the long string of white that connected
the tip of his prick with Judy's pussy mouth, which was running with white
goo.  She had to turn away and sit down, with her eyes closed tight, while
she got control of her body.

   Gloria didn't know how long they'd stay there, on the blanket.  She knew
she had to get away, though, without them seeing her.  Her knees were so
weak she crawled away from the back of the car, until she got to the trees
surrounding the open area, and could pull herself up beside one.  She was
panting like she'd run a mile.  Making sure they couldn't see her, she
leaned her back against a tree until her racing heart slowed, along with
her breathing.

   Then she carefully crept as far as she could stand creeping, before
breaking into a run that took her all the way back to the dining hall
without stopping.

   **************************************

   Gloria arrived at the dining hall gasping for breath, and sweating
freely.  Other kids stared at her as she stood, stooped, her hands on her
knees as she tried to get her breath.

   "What's wrong?" asked a boy named Rodney, who she knew, but didn't talk
to all that much.

   Gloria shook her head, looking down.  "Just ...  trying ...  to get ...
in shape," she panted.  She had run with Bobby in the past, and realized
she was, in fact, out of shape.

   "I don't know," said Rodney.  "You look in plenty good shape to me."

   Gloria looked up to see Rodney smiling.  He was actually flirting with
her!  He was also looking down the front of her shirt, which had pulled
away from her body, heavy with sweat.  She stood up.

   "Thanks," she said, having a hard time believing that a boy would flirt
with her when she was sweaty and her hair was flying loose.  She pulled her
hair back, as if she was going to put it in a pony tail, but she didn't
have anything to hold it there.  She held it up off the back of her neck,
and then realized that Rodney was staring at her chest, which was thrust
out by the position of her arms.  she dropped her hair, and turned, to walk
away.

   Her emotions were roiled and troubled even more, for the rest of the
morning.  At lunch, when she saw Judy sitting at another table, looking and
acting completely normal, and Brad sitting at a different table, looking
and behaving the same way, she could barely contain her astonishment.  How
could they possibly look like they had always looked, when she had seen
them doing that?

   Then she remembered that they'd been doing that for two years, and she
hadn't suspected a thing.  She was so caught up in thinking about all this
that she didn't take a bite, until a boy asked her if she was going to eat
her chicken fried steak, or if he could have it.

   **************************************

   Gloria stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom of her cabin, and
almost by habit, dealt with the stray hairs sticking out of her bikini
bottom.  Lunch had been a daze, and she still felt like she was in it. 
She'd put on her bikini automatically, and, standing in front of the
mirror, she knew she'd meet Arden at the lake.  She knew he'd give her
another orgasm.

   She knew she shouldn't go.

   She knew she would.

   His smile, when she saw him coming up the path to the boat house made
her knees weak again.  She walked with him into the boat house, where he
stroked her belly, rubbing the Nivea on her.  His hands dipped into her top
to almost, but now quite, touch her nipples.  She stood there, letting him
touch her.  When his hands slid up the insides of her thighs, she didn't go
up on tiptoes, and felt the insane urge to squat, instead.  Then fastened
her life jacket.  He didn't kiss her there, in the boat house, and she
almost kissed him when she realized he wasn't going to.

   She was in the stern, this day, and she steered them straight to the
overhanging tree, where they swam naked.  She thought of it as "their
tree", now, and of this place as where "they" swam naked.  He didn't say
anything as she presented her back to him, once they were in the water, and
he unclipped her bra.  This time she watched as he stuck his head under
water, and lifted her feet herself, to help him get her bottoms off.  When
he came up, and wiped his hair back, off his face, she did lean forward, to
plant her lips on his.  Then she took her shoes off.  The mud, squishing
between her toes, felt warm.

   He didn't hold her up out of the water, like last time.  Instead, he
went behind her, and reached around to cup her breasts.  He squeezed her
nipples, and she lay her head back on his shoulder.  When his right hand
left her right breast, and started to slide down, over her belly, she knew
what was coming.  He stroked her belly for a while, kissing her neck, and
she almost reached to shove his hand between her legs.  Then, with
agonizing slowness, his hand dropped lower, until his fingertips played
with her soggy hair.  She wanted to scream at him to go on, but couldn't.
The anticipation of feeling his fingers on her, lower, was making her
crazy, and she began to gasp for air.  His fingers finally grazed the top
of her split, and her feet left the mud as her knees reflexively came up
and spread.  She groaned as she sank, and his hand slid back up into her
pussy hair.  His left hand, which had been stroking her left breast,
tightened, to take her weight and his right hand left her bush to pull her
to him, while his left hand went to the other breast.

   Her mouth was open to scream at him for stopping, and then, as suddenly
as a snake strikes, his right hand was across her belly and deep between
her legs, which were still up and spread wide for him.  One of his fingers
drove into her pussy, and he pulled with that finger, to take part of her
weight in the water.

   She babbled then, making sputtering noises as her body jerked in his
arms, her arms flopping in the water at her sides.  Some dim part of her
brain noticed that the feel of his hand between her legs was different than
she'd imagined, in those few short seconds while it slid across her belly.
She'd touched herself there, but his fingers felt so different.

   The finger that was in her went deeper, and she stiffened, but didn't
lift her head from his shoulder.  She could feel the sun on her face, and
see it through closed eyelids.  His left hand pulled her up a little, now
just holding her breast, and that delightful finger stroked, in and out,
just like Brad's penis had stroked in and out of Judy.

   Gloria finally felt the orgasm she had denied herself, that morning, as
she watched her counselors, making a baby.  It burst through her like hot
sparks.

   "UUuunnnnggggg," she groaned, bucking in the water, her head still
firmly planted on his shoulder.  Her thighs slammed shut on his hand, and
then bounded open again, as he probed so far she felt a sweet pain where
his fingertip pushed something deep inside her.

   When she relaxed from her orgasm, she went limp all over.  Her head
would have gone under the water, had he not been holding her up.  Slowly,
her bare feet sank to the mud, and she put them under her, stepping
backwards.  She felt his penis touch her buttocks.

   It was hard this time.  She could feel the difference immediately.

   Energy flooded into her from that touch, and she turned around to kiss
him, pressing her naked body to his.  She felt his penis nudge into her
mass of pussy hair.  She wanted to feel it, but she didn't.  Not with her
hand.  The best she could do was press her abdomen against it as he kissed
her.  His kiss was punctuated by his tongue, and she opened her mouth to
suck at it, and then give him her tongue to suck.

   Without words, while still kissing her continuously, his hand did for
her what she would not do herself.  He took her hand, and brought it to his
stiff prick.  Still kissing her, he taught her how to stroke him, his hand
on hers, moving faster and faster until he stiffened and groaned softly
into her mouth.  Somehow that seemed dangerous, and she backed up, looking
at the water between them.  Curled strings of white floated to the surface,
to move in the swirling water her motion had created.  She knew those
curling strings were his sperm ...  just like the sperm Brad had given Judy
...  which Judy hoped would make a baby in her womb.  She stared at Arden's
sperm.  It was unbelievable.  How could those drifting lines make a baby?

   "Thank you," said Arden softly.  "Let's swim."

   They did, swimming twenty yards from the canoe, and then back again. 
She felt like they should be talking, but still felt comfortable, somehow,
with the fact that they weren't.  Thinking of that, she realized she
wouldn't know what to say anyway.

   When he reached for her bra, and put it back on her, she was almost
disappointed.  She had hoped he'd stroke her to another glorious orgasm. 
That he played with her breasts while he put it on helped a little, in that
it seemed so normal, now.  It was his way of saying "You're pretty," with
his hands.

   In the boat house, when he hung her life jacket up, he stood behind her
and kissed her neck again.  His hands squeezed her breasts again too.  His
right hand dipped into her bottoms, just enough to play with her bush of
hair, and she moved her right foot to the side, thinking he'd take the
chance of getting caught and let her feel it one more time.  He didn't,
though, and, as he pulled his hand back out, and turned her around to kiss
her, she suddenly knew what Judy had meant when she accused Brad of teasing
her.

   **************************************

   Third Sunday

   The next day, they did exactly the same thing again, and in almost
exactly the same way.  He held her up, while his finger probed, and rubbed,
until she saw stars with her closed eyes.  When it was his turn, though, he
moved her around behind him, and brought her hand around him, to his penis.
She knew it would be easier to move her hand fast in this position.

   He started her, and then let go.

   She didn't take her hand away.

   Now it was he who lay his head back on her shoulder, as her right hand
moved, under water, and her left hand covered his right nipple, until he
stiffened and groaned, and strings of his semen floated to the surface.  It
felt wonderful to feel her breasts pressed to his naked back, and to know
she had made him happy.

   They swam, and afterwards, he held her in his left arm, like he had
before, with her feet off the bottom, so he could suck her nipples.  His
finger probed again and soon she lay in his arms helpless, as the ripples
of pleasure flooded her mind.

   This time, in the boat house, as he stroked her breasts, he slid his
fingers lower.  She felt his fingertip stop, where the pressure was
excruciatingly wonderful, and slip back and forth, rising and falling
around some protrusion that she dimly remembered was called her "clit".  He
put his left hand over her mouth when she came, to stifle her cry, but she
didn't mind, as she breathed, and made noises through her nose.

   It was in that instant that she knew, no matter what he wanted to do to
her ...  even if it was what Brad had done to Judy ...  she would not be
able to stop him.

   **************************************

   3rd Monday

   On the third Monday afternoon, traditionally, the whole camp played
capture the flag.  In reality, it was a chance for the counselors to relax
for an afternoon, since they were referees.  They hung out at wherever the
flags were posted, while the kids ran themselves crazy.  Again, water
balloons were brought into play, as hand grenades.  If you got wet,
depending on how wet you got, you were dead.  That's what the referees were
for.  Whoever had thought up the water balloon idea was a genius, because
the kids could only carry so many, and when they ran out, the only place
they could get more was home base.  That meant the kids were running a lot.
Once you were dead, you could go to the swimming pool, but nowhere else. 
The morning group session was for planning the defense and offense, and
usually ran long.  Most groups spent morning free time getting ready for
the war.

   Arden, it turned out, had a vivid imagination, and an mind for tactics.
He took a blanket and used one of the big leather needles in the crafts
area, and some thick linen thread, and sewed leafy branches to one side of
the blanket.  When he draped it over his head, looking through a fold, and
went out into the woods, while his team was looking elsewhere, when they
tried to see him, they couldn't, until he stood, from where he had been
kneeling.  The enthusiasm of the rest of the group was inflamed, and, while
they worked out the rest of his plan, he and Mike were able to make four
more camouflage drapes.  They would have made more, but they ran out of
blankets.

   The group split into half, with two designated to stay with the flag and
defend it openly.  Two more would use blankets and hide, along likely
approach routes, armed with water balloons.  One more, without a blanket,
would act as a decoy, running from approaching enemies, as if he were a
scout, and leading pursuers right past those in camouflaged positions.

   The same tactic would be used by the other half, except that two people
would be with each of the remaining blankets.  Their plan was to approach
another team's position, trying not to be seen, while the teen without any
camouflage approached openly.  It was hoped that the defenders would chase
the un-camouflaged teen, who would lead his pursuers to those under the
blankets.  The one not holding the blanket could then pop out and cream the
pursuers.

   If they could weed out the defenders, eventually they hoped to use the
blankets to get close enough to take out those close to the flags, and eat
supper at the conqueror's table, that night.

   The plan worked pretty well, except that, when one of the water balloons
broke while Mike was trying to throw it, it got both him and Amy wet,
"killing" them both.  They had gone with Arden and Gloria, the other team
that was approaching flags under a blanket.  The people chasing Danny, who
had been leading them to Mike's position, had creamed Danny when he stopped
to watch the fun- turned-disaster.  Just like that more than half the
offense was dead.

   The only bright spot was that, while Mike, Danny and Amy were being
pronounced "dead" by a counselor, everybody on that team came down to watch
and gloat.  Arden and Gloria were hiding under their blanket only twenty
feet away, and were able to drop the blanket and start throwing water
balloons like crazy.  They wiped out the whole team, including the
counselor, who couldn't stop laughing as he spun around yelling "You're
dead ...  you're dead ...  you're dead ...  YOU'RE ALL DEAD!"

   So, they had one flag, and now Gloria and Arden each had their own
camouflage blanket, once they recovered Mike and Amy's.  They had to go
back to base, to get more balloons, and found that the defense had wreaked
havoc with attackers.  The plan had worked like a charm.

   Alanna, a short, thin girl who had been defending home base, volunteered
to be the bait for Arden and Gloria, and they left, carefully cradling more
balloons in a pouch made by holding their T shirt bottoms up.  They could
carry more balloons that way, but had to drop the blanket to use them,
since one hand held the T shirt up, and the other held the blanket over
them.

   In the end, that was what did them in.  Alanna lured two pairs of kids
into their trap, which worked perfectly the first two times.  Then Arden
tripped while sneaking up on a flag position and didn't have a hand to put
down to save him.  By the time he'd thought to just drop the blanket, he
was too far gone and fell on his balloons, breaking them all.  Alanna
didn't know that, and ran straight toward him.  When he just stood up,
plain as day, she stopped, and got nailed in the back with a defender's
balloon.  Gloria, still hidden, waited until three more defenders came to
see the attackers pronounced dead, and got two more when she dropped her
blanket and started throwing balloons.  But her arm wasn't as good at
throwing, and soon she was dripping wet.  While the defenders were laughing
at her, she pointed at a teen from another group, who had snatched their
flag when they left it unattended to come kill her.  Then she laughed,
picked up her blanket, and joined Arden.

   A rule was that, when you died, you couldn't go back and tell your
group. The counselors at the pool kept track of which kids in which groups
were dead, and had a bull horn to announce when the war was over.  Alanna
said she'd see them at the pool, and took off.

   That left Arden and Gloria to walk through the woods together.

   And they had two blankets.

   **************************************

   Always before, Gloria had just let things happen.  For the first time,
she took the initiative.  It wasn't much.  All she did, when they entered a
grassy area, where an old tree had fallen, and the new growth hadn't filled
it yet, was spread her blanket out, and then take his from Arden and lay it
on top of hers.  It was lumpy, but she didn't care.  She was full of
adrenaline, from battle, and she wanted to feel even better.

   Arden didn't say a word.  He kissed her, a long, tongue-swapping kiss,
during which he pulled her wet shirt up above her breasts.  The kiss broke,
and she turned.  She was wearing her bikini under her clothes, and, as he
unclipped her top, she took the T shirt off and laid it out on the grass to
dry.  She felt odd, standing there in just her shorts, with her breasts
bare, and, unaccountably, felt better when he took his own shirt off.  They
lay and kissed, and he sucked at her nipples until she writhed.  His hands
at the fastening of her shorts sounded alarm bells in her mind, because she
pictured herself like she had seen Judy ...  on a blanket ...  spread out
...  naked ...  She couldn't visualize Arden's penis, sliding in and out of
her, and she didn't want to think of having something as big and long as
Brad's in her.  Her pussy clenched at the very thought.  While her mind
warned her, though, her hips lifted, and let him drag her shorts down her
thighs, taking her bikini bottom with them, until, at last, she lay naked,
except for her shoes.

   She knew he was going to take his shorts off.

   She knew his penis would be stiff.

   She knew he was going to put it in her and take her virginity.

   She knew that she'd finished her period, at the time thankfully, just
before she came to camp, and she knew what sperm in her womb could mean.

   Her mind screamed at her to stop this.  She tried to find the words to
make him stop.

   When she finally realized he wasn't doing any of those things at all,
and that his shorts were still firmly on his hips, she was so surprised
that she didn't know what to do.  She had been so intent on what, in her
imagination, was about to happen to her, that she couldn't deal with the
reality of what DID happen.

   What happened was that Arden ate her pussy.

   Her first dim clue was when his mouth left her nipples and he kissed his
way down to her belly, which sucked in all by itself at his touch.  He
scrambled around between legs she wasn't aware she had spread for him, and
then mashed his face into her lush growth of pubic hair.  His face moved,
side to side, as his lips defeated her hair and reached her pussy lips. 
Then his tongue found the little bump he'd rubbed, the day before, in the
boat house, and flicked against it rapidly.

   Gloria gave a honk of surprise and almost, but not quite, sat up, her
stomach muscles tightening instantly.  Then, as the feelings of what he was
doing hit her, she flopped back down, and felt a branch under the blanket
digging into her back painfully.  Her roll was only partly to get away from
that.  The rest of it was to lift one leg and flop it over the back of
Arden's neck, where it put every ounce of pressure her leg muscle could
provide on the back of his head.

   Her breath was gone, and the only sounds she could make were raspy
gurgles of joy as he wormed a finger into her pussy, below his tongue and
finger-fucked her.  Her first orgasm came upon her so quickly, and with so
little warning, that her upper body curled, until she was lying almost on
her side.  There were wet sounds coming from where Arden's face was pressed
to her, and his head was still shaking rapidly.

   Then he stopped licking, and sucked hard.  When he bit her clit, gently,
between his teeth, all she could do was flop.  Her leg left the back of his
head, and flopped down onto the blanket as she rolled back onto her back.
Now, the only muscles that worked, were the ones in her legs , back and
hips, as she thrust her pussy up at the debilitating things he was doing to
her.  She managed to get enough breath into her lungs to grunt.

   "STOP!"

   She dragged in a little more air, as he lifted his grinning face, and
her weak hands fluttered toward his face, to push at his forehead.

   "I can't ...  take ...  any ...  more" she panted.

   He grinned wider and dipped his head to lick her one last time, with the
flat of his tongue, from the bottom of her slit to the top.  Her loins
jerked and she yipped "UHHH", but then he got up and sat back on his
haunches.

   "Nivea tastes good," he breathed, wiping his mouth with the back of his
arm.

   Then he took his shorts off.

   Gloria looked at him with lidded eyes.  She felt completely weak and
helpless.  He was hard, and her eyes devoured his erection, now that she
could see it.  If he crawled toward her, she knew she couldn't stop him ...
wouldn't stop him.  But all he did was stroke it.

   She watched him, as his breathing increased, and his face tightened.

   "Wait!" she heard herself say.

   With what felt like the last of her strength, she rolled and sat up.  He
was standing, and when she got to her knees, his beautiful, hard penis was
right in front of her.  She lifted her hand and he removed his, to let her
grasp him.

   Then, again with his help, she stroked, until she got to see what those
white curly strings in the water looked like as they came out.

   **************************************

   They ran, to make up for the lost time, and to get to the pool before
anyone noticed they were missing.  They heard the bull horn, announcing
that the war was over, just as they broke through the vegetation around the
pool.

   Carrying their camouflage blankets, they tried to act like nothing was
out of the ordinary.  Gloria knew it could be done.  She'd seen Amy do it,
and then Judy.  She was proud of herself as, when they walked up to the
gate of the pool, nobody said anything to her at all.

   **************************************

   CHAPTER FIVE

   3rd Tuesday

   Tuesday afternoon, just four short days before they would get up and get
on the bus, and leave camp for another year, Gloria walked toward the boat
house.  She knew she was crazy to do this ...  to meet him here.  She'd
come to camp a complete virgin, at least physically.  She'd come to camp
thinking her best camp friend, Amy, was a slut, even if she was a nice
slut, and Gloria's best friend.  Each time she had met Arden at the boat
house, she had become more and more like Amy.  With each step she let him
take, she knew she was getting closer and closer to something she wasn't
ready for, shouldn't do, and that would more than likely end up very badly
for her.

   She looked down, to see her tennis shoes moving forward, one step at a
time.  Her nipples were already tingling, and she could almost feel his hot
breath ...  down there.

   He was waiting for her, and she felt almost weak with relief that he was
there.  Part of her had hoped he'd had to do something else today.  But the
part of her that made her keep walking couldn't wait to see him.

   "Hi," he said, with that beautiful, slightly crooked smile.  She looked
around, and when she didn't seen anybody nearby, she pushed him into the
boathouse.

   He was reliable.  She had to give him that.  First came the firm,
slippery fingers, as he coated her body with Nivea.  When his hands dipped
into her top, to slide over her breasts, she didn't say a word.  He didn't
rub Nivea into her pussy, but when his hands came up to the top of her
legs, they pushed firmly into the crotch of her bottoms.  He teased her by
moving them just inside her bottoms, but then stopped to put on her life
jacket.

   He was in the stern today, and this time it was him who steered them
straight to their tree.  She jumped into the water immediately, but waited
for him to make her naked.  When he had, she watched as he bent, and his
hand came up with his shorts, to drop them in the canoe.

   He kissed her, pressing against her, and letting his hard manhood slide
between her legs, right next to her pussy lips.  She didn't care.  Without
a word, he put her left hand up on the gunwale of the canoe, and made her
grab it.  He did the same thing with her right hand, and came to bend and
pull at her thighs.  She thought the canoe would tip over, but it
stabilized at a tilt, as he put his hands on her buttocks and lifted her
hips level with the surface of the water.  He put her left leg on his right
shoulder, and she knew to do the same with her right leg.

   As her legs held her loins at the surface of the water, his hands were
able to reach over her legs, to part her luxurious growth, and he stared at
her pussy, pulling the lips apart.  Gloria realized her lower lip was
caught between her teeth as he leaned closer.  He looked up, into her eyes,
and stuck his tongue out, making it wiggle.

   Again, she wanted to scream at him, but she bit her lip harder, so the
pain would keep her consciousness here.  She wanted to feel this, this
time, instead of being overwhelmed.

   Before, he had been wild, forceful, his face pushing between her legs
hard.  This time he was completely different, licking her pussy lips first,
and wagging his tongue with it inside her.  Her legs tightened behind him,
her ankles crossed.  Finally, his tongue came up to caress her bud.

   "Uhhhhhhh" she moaned.  She wanted to shout her joy, but she remembered
how Amy's voice had carried, across the water.  The last thing she wanted
now was a counselor, or anybody else, for that matter, to investigate her
moans.  She wished she'd brought something to stuff in her mouth.

   She sensed her orgasm building.  It didn't flash over her, like the
other ones, and she had time to enjoy the buildup as he licked faster and
faster, only touching her clit with his tongue.  Her groans came more
frequently, as he brought her closer and closer.  She felt helpless,
because she wanted it to happen, but she couldn't make it happen.  Only he
could give her relief, and the words "Oh please" burst from her lips.

   He looked up, and she could see, around his blue eyes, that he was
smiling.  Then he closed his lips around her clit and sucked, nibbling it,
and the stars were back as she gasped.  It was so strong, that one hand
came loose from the canoe, and he had to move his hands to her back, to
keep her face from going under as her other hand lost its grip when the
canoe tipped.  She felt like she was floating through the universe, rather
than floating on the surface of the lake, and she wished it would never
stop.

   She suddenly realized he had stopped, and was holding her in his arms
like a baby.  She opened her eyes, and his blue ones were staring at her
face.

   "I love it when you do that," he said.

   She wanted to laugh.  She hadn't done ANYTHING!  She had just lay there,
while HE did amazing, wonderful things to her.  The energy her laughter
gave her mobilized her and she sat, telling him without words to let her
go. Then she pushed him back in the water.  He floated easily, with her
left hand in the middle of his back.  His prick stuck up out of the water,
leaning, like it was broken at the bottom.  It pointed toward his face. 
Her right hand was free, and she used it, watching closely as the skin slid
under her hand.  She couldn't understand how the skin around something so
hard could be so flexible.  A collar of skin covered the tip when her hand
was up, and bared it, like Brad's had been bare when her hand moved down.

   Arden put his arms out, like he was lying in a huge bed, and closed his
eyes as she stroked faster.  She saw something white bubble out of the tip,
and moved her hand even faster, knowing that he needed speed to spurt.  She
had learned that yesterday, when, kneeling in front of him, he'd asked her
to speed up.

   "Uh!" came his grunt, and his stomach muscles rippled.  A long, thick
stream of white burst out of the tip.  She was moving her hand so fast now
that his prick wobbled back and forth, and the long stream landed on her
shoulder, instead of going straight up.  Another followed, going into the
water beside him, and then another, just like yesterday, when she'd thought
it would never end.  She felt the heat of it on her shoulder, and was
amazed that something so hot could come from inside him.  '

   The spurts died down, and became oozing globs.  She squeezed and pulled,
and was delighted to see a larger glob bubble out.  SHE had done this!  SHE
had made this beautiful thing in her hand speak to her in the only language
it knew.  She felt inordinately proud that she could do for him, what he
had done for her.

   When he stood, he looked at her, again with that slightly crooked smile
on his face.  His hand went to her shoulder and she felt his fingertip
there, smearing his seed.  He pulled it back, and a big glob was on his
fingertip.

   She saw that fingertip coming toward her lips.  She knew about tasting.
Amy had told her.  She'd been horrified, at the time, thinking that was so
disgusting that it would surely make her throw up, even though Amy swore it
wasn't bad.  She couldn't believe it when her mouth opened.

   Such power he had over her, she realized.

   She suddenly thought about Judy, in the dark, taking a finger from her
panties and putting it in her mouth.  She felt his fingertip on her tongue,
wiping, spreading, and closed her lips on his finger, like Judy had done to
her own finger.  When he pulled it out of her mouth it was clean.  Her mind
was screaming at her again, telling her to spit instantly, but she tasted
instead, to find musk, salt, the barest hint of sweet.  She swallowed.

   She did not throw up.

   **************************************

   That night, Gloria planned carefully.  Playing at war, and sneaking
around, had given her an idea.  As the girls trickled into the cabin,
Gloria lay down fully dressed.  She waited until Judy came in and started
her nightly routine of trying to get the girls to go straight to bed.  Then
she got up and went to her counselor.

   "Judy?  I have an upset stomach.  Can I go see if the nurse has anything
that will settle it?"

   Judy, as Gloria knew she probably would, simply said "Sure."

   Gloria went outside, taking her bath towel, which was dark brown.  She
put it over her shoulders, like a shawl, as if she was afraid it would be
cool out.  She didn't go to the director's cabin, where the director had
one room, and the nurse had another.  Instead, she looked around for a
place she could hide.  She found a spot and lay down behind a tree.  Then,
she waited.  She was only there for five minutes, when she saw the door of
the cabin open, and Judy came out, dressed in her sleep shirt.  She had her
flashlight with her, this time, but she didn't turn it on.  She didn't walk
around the cabin either.  She strode off directly toward the boys' cabins,
on the other side of the open area that separated the boys' cabins from the
girls'.

   Carefully, wrapping the dark towel around her, Gloria followed her
counselor.  She saw her go to the third cabin in line, and around to the
back of the building.  For Gloria to follow, she'd have to go out in the
open, and between the same two cabins Judy had gone between.  If Judy came
back, she'd get caught for sure.  Instead, she took a chance and went to
the second cabin, slipping between it and the first.  She ducked down, with
the towel over her head, and snuck along the edge of the building.  She
could hear the murmur of boys' voices through the cabin wall, and wondered
if Arden was in that cabin.

   When she got to the back corner of the cabin, she peeked around, making
sure the towel covered her head.  She saw the white of Judy's sleep shirt
first, and then Judy's form, leaning up against the building.  A yard light
on the side of the dining hall provided just enough back light so make Judy
into a silhouette.

   Someone else came around the corner of the building, and Gloria knew
from his shape that it was Brad.  She heard some whispered words, but
couldn't understand what was said.  Then, Brad lifted Judy's sleep shirt,
and his face went to Judy's chest.  Judy's hands went to Brad's head.  Then
they kissed for a while, and it seemed that their hands moved, but Gloria
couldn't see what they were doing.

   She was able, however, to see the dark silhouette of Brad's stiff penis,
when he pulled away.  Judy went to her knees, and her face merged with that
stiff thing.  Gloria almost gasped, when she realized that Judy had his
penis in her mouth.  That Amy did this, she was used to.  But to see Judy
do it too ...  it just blew her away.

   She didn't do it all that long, but Brad stroked her hair while she did.
When she stood up, Brad moved toward her, holding that stiff dark thing. 
He jutted his hips forward, and bent his knees, moving closer to Judy the
whole time.  He seemed to fumble, as he obviously made it touch Judy, about
where her pussy would be.  Suddenly he stood up, and Gloria saw Judy's
whole body rise just a little.  She also heard Judy's moan, before it was
cut off by Brad's mouth covering hers.

   Gloria realized, with a start, that they were doing it standing up! 
She'd never heard of that.  But that was what they were doing.  He'd pushed
up inside her, and had her pinned to the wall.  Now she could see him
bending his knees, and then straightening them, over and over again.  She
envisioned his thick white column plugging Judy's pussy.  Like a bombshell,
Gloria realized that Judy had probably never actually done a walkabout. 
All this time she'd been sneaking out to get fucked by her lover.  Every
night, she went out and met him, and let him spurt her full of sperm!  And
it had been going on for YEARS!

   Gloria pulled back.  She didn't know how long they'd be, but now was her
chance to get away without being seen.  She ran, still holding the dark
towel over her head and shoulders.  She went straight back to her cabin,
and was in bed when Judy came back in.  Judy covered her flashlight with
her hand, like she had before, and came to Gloria's bed.

   "You get something for your stomach?" she whispered.

   She was so close that Gloria could smell the same thing she'd smelled
... and tasted ...  that afternoon.  The odor was strong.  Gloria
remembered seeing sperm welling out of Judy's pussy, as she lay on the
blanket.  If he'd squirted in her, it might be running out of her right
now!

   "I'm OK," Gloria managed.  "It's better, I mean."

   "OK, sweetie," said her second most favorite woman in the world.  "Night
night."

   **************************************

   It had been a rough night for Gloria.  Her world had been changed, in
very significant ways.  Nothing seemed normal any more, as she lay in her
bed ...  the same bed she had lain in on several occasions in past years.
The cabins were the same.  The dining hall was the same.  The same trees
were there, and the trails through them.  The food was the same, and she
had made friendship bracelets before.

   In spite of all these things, though, she felt like it was a whole new
place.  It would be difficult to say that the majority of that hinged on
what she'd seen Judy and Brad doing.  They looked and acted the same too,
but now, she saw them as sexual beings.  She saw herself as a sexual being
too, which was the other possibility for the majority of her difficulties.
Those two changes made everything else seem new and strange too.

   **************************************

   3rd Wednesday

   What drove Gloria to the boathouse on Wednesday, was something she'd
never felt before.  She knew that some of the kids, who had boyfriends or
girlfriends, got more and more frantic as camp began to draw to a close. 
Perhaps because she'd never had a "boyfriend", she couldn't think of Arden
as her "boyfriend".  But she knew that she only had three days left to be
with him, and she couldn't stand the thought of wasting one of those
afternoons doing something else.  Afternoons were for Arden.

   Again, he was waiting for her.  He had the same smile, the same gorgeous
blue eyes, and she expected everything to be the same.  She handed him her
bottle of Nivea automatically, but this time, he didn't take it.

   "Later," he said.  He didn't tease her, or stroke her either.  All he
did was put her life jacket on her, and hand her a paddle.  She felt like
the world had gotten cloudy, or something.  This was wrong.  It wasn't
supposed to be like this!

   He also got in the stern, even though it was, by the unofficial pattern
they'd set up, her turn.  She wanted to ask him what was going on, but when
he steered them toward their tree, she relaxed a bit.

   When they got to the tree, he jumped out, and she followed.  She turned
her back to him, but he said "Not yet." She turned, her mouth open, to see
him climbing up the bank.  He went around the trunk of the tree, which hid
him from her sight.  She clambered up, slipping on the mud, and when she
got around the trunk, she saw him bending over, a bundle in his hands.  She
watched, amazed, as he unfolded the blanket, that, the last time she'd seen
it, had had branches sewed to it.  A can of Diet Coke rolled into the grass
as he lifted the blanket and spread it out.

   He stood.

   "I took a hike, this morning, during free time," he said, smiling.  He
was waiting for her.  She looked at the blanket, and remembered being naked
on it.  He would make her naked again.  She knew that.  She remembered
Judy, lying on a blanket, with her legs spread open, for Brad to crawl
between.

   "I'm scared," she blurted, hating the words as they burst from her
mouth, because she was afraid he'd roll the blanket back up.

   "I won't hurt you," he said softly.  He'd said that before, and he
HADN'T hurt her ...  before.

   She couldn't believe that her right foot stepped toward him.  Again, she
entered that strange world where, while her mind screamed at her, she let
him strip her bare naked, and lie her on the blanket.  She looked up as,
this time, he got naked too.  He was stiff ...  stiff for her.

   He bent over, and when he stood, her Nivea bottle was in his hands.  She
almost laughed hysterically.  They were lying in the shade of the tree. 
She lay tensely, as he kneeled beside her, and jerked as he began to rub on
sunscreen.  He started with her shoulders and arms, and she slowly relaxed.
She didn't know how it happened, but she suddenly realized his hands were
sliding all over her body, touching her everywhere, from her toes to her
neck, and everywhere in between.  She felt one Nivea-slickened finger dip
into her pussy, and her legs spread all by themselves.  He rolled her
nipples between slippery fingers, and she felt like she was floating.  She
was completely relaxed, now.

   He kissed her for five minutes, looming over her on his hands and knees,
beside her head.  When he went between her legs, she closed her eyes, and
jerked as she felt his tongue.  He licked, and sucked and nibbled her to
two sweetly agonizing orgasms and, on land, she felt like she could vent
her moans, and did so.  When he stopped licking her, and crawled up, terror
in her mind wailed, and her hands fluttered, preparing to push him away as
he tried to rip her virginity from her.  She got her hands on his chest,
just as he leaned down to kiss her again, his mouth wet.  She was so
concentrated on keeping him from putting his penis in her that she didn't
realize the tangy taste on his lips was from her own body, until his tongue
was in her mouth.  When she DID realize she was tasting herself on his
lips, her mind, in a strange twist of logic, simply reported that she
tasted different than what he had put on her tongue, when she tasted him.

   Suddenly her hands rose, as he rolled, to lie beside her on his back. 
She was shocked by him suddenly being ...  gone!  He was right there beside
her, but he wasn't touching her any more, and her body ached for his touch.

   "It's beautiful here," he said, putting his hands under his head.

   She turned her head to see him staring up into the branches of their
tree.  Her mind rebelled.  Was he DONE?!  He COULDN'T be done!  She had to
fight him off!  She had to lose the fight!  She was still a virgin!  He
couldn't be done!  Her eyes went from his face to his groin.  There it was,
strong and firm, leaning drunkenly, pointing up, and at her.

   He turned his head ...  saw where she was looking.  Her eyes came back
up, looking confused, somehow.

   He rolled toward her and kissed her again, licking her lips, and then
kissing them with several short, soft-lipped kisses, during which she
rolled toward him, to throw an arm across his chest.  His hands came to her
head, and held her lips to his.  Then, with the slightest bit of pressure,
he moved her head to his chest, and brought it there.

   Gloria thought he wanted her to suck his nipples, like he sucked hers.
She couldn't believe she hadn't thought of that.  It felt so good when he
sucked hers.  She did that, and he sighed, but his hands pushed her head
lower.

   The crystal clear realization, on Gloria's part, of what he expected her
to do, almost unhinged her.  Ever since she'd heard about doing that, she'd
thought it was a horrible, icky idea.  That firm belief hadn't been
affected by Amy swearing it was fun, and didn't taste bad.  In a sense, the
little taste she had had, which Arden had fed her on his fingertip, was so
strange that it was in a class all by itself, in her mind.  What he now
wanted wasn't in the same class at all.  Her natural instinct was to
resist, and she did, with her neck muscles.

   But he was stronger than she was able to be, in this situation, and, as
he pushed her head closer to his prick, the memory of Judy, sinking to her
knees to do the very same thing to Brad, flashed into her mind.  Brad's
hands hadn't made Judy do this.  She had done it all by herself.  She had
obviously stopped before he spurted, because when she stopped, he fucked
her, right there against the side of boys' cabin number three.

   There was a lot going on inside Gloria, much of it in conflict with
other things going on inside Gloria.  One part of her mind was shuddering,
and telling her to keep her mouth closed at all costs.  That was the part
that had stiffened her neck, and made her lips seal tightly.  Another part
was still dealing with her determination not to let him fuck her, which was
addressed by a third part that popped up and said "Hey, wait a minute.  If
he spurts in my mouth ...  he won't be spurting in my pussy ...  and I
won't get pregnant!" There was the lingering thought that he was SUPPOSED
to take her virginity, and hadn't.

   She was distracted from all those arguing parts, when his penis bumped
into her nose.  Or maybe her nose bumped into his penis.  In any case, she
felt his penis on her nose, and it slid down her nose to dig into her
cheek, where the corner of her mouth was.  The loose skin at the tip of his
prick pressed her cheek and moved.  Under it was hard, smooth, and very
warm skin.

   His arms had pushed has far as they could, with him lying down, like he
was, and she opened her eyes to see the thing she was so frightened of, so
curious about, and so anxious to please, all at the same time.  Another
thought pushed to the surface, as she looked at the little hole, out of
which dangerous sperm came.  He hadn't fucked her.  He hadn't forced her.
He hadn't ripped her virginity from her when he could have ...  when she
would have been helpless to stop him.  She knew from the strength in his
hands, still clamped on her head, that, had he wanted to, her feeble
attempts to push him away would have failed.  Now ...  he wanted this ...
just this.  How bad could it be?  Judy didn't mind.  Amy claimed to love
doing it.

   She sniffed, unable to keep herself from doing it, and felt foolish when
she smelled nothing.  He wasn't doing anything, other than holding her head
there.  He had pushed her down there, but wasn't pressing her face against
him.  Her panic abated, a little, and she parted her lips to get more
breath than her nose could supply.  She realized she was panting, and that
the thing right in front of her face could feel her breath, like she had
been able to feel his.

   That thought crystallized in her mind.  He had done this to her.  It had
been one of the most wonderful things she'd ever felt.  Everything he'd
done to her had been wonderful, even when she was scared almost witless as
he was doing it!  He had made her feel good, and all he wanted was for her
to do the same to him.

   She pushed, with her arms, and rose up.  His hands fell away from her
head.  She turned her head to look at his face.  His beautiful blue eyes
were wide, staring back at her, his head raised off the blanket.  She
swallowed.  Her breathing slowed a little, as she caught her breath after
trying to breath only through her nose.

   She lifted her right hand and grasped his prick.  That, she was used to.
The feel of it in her hand felt comfortable, and warm.  She liked the feel
of it in her hand.  It was that, alone, that was the tipping point in the
whole situation.  She liked the way it felt in her hand.

   Still, as her head began to lower, and her lips stayed open, the other
things in her mind kept yammering.  It wasn't until her lips brushed the
tip, and she felt like that loose skin was kissing her back, that she was
able to push those thoughts away, and think about what was happening.

   Since it felt like a kiss, she turned what she was doing into a kiss. 
His foreskin slid back, though, and the blunt, smooth tip of his penis was
suddenly pressing against her teeth.  Her teeth slid across it, and Arden
hissed.

   Later, when she had time to think about it, Gloria would parse what
happened that day a hundred times.  At that moment, though, her full
attention was on how he felt.  The tip slid easily to one side, with just a
little drag, against her teeth.  When she kissed Arden, she used her
tongue, and he had used his tongue on her pussy, so the obvious thing to do
was ...  use her tongue.  That felt interesting too, because there were two
distinctly different textures, right next to each other.  His foreskin was
soft and loose, at least until it moved too far back, and stretched tight.
Even then, it felt completely different to the tip of her tongue than the
hard, smooth skin of the knob.  As she slid her tongue around the tip,
exploring, Arden made sounds.  Always before, the only sound he'd made was
just as he spurted, but this sounded different.  She stopped to concentrate
on taste, but tasted nothing, really.

   His hand came to rest on her head, and Gloria remembered Brad doing the
same thing to Judy.  Judy's face had gone much closer to Brad's body than
she was doing now, with Arden.  That meant Judy had taken it clear into her
mouth.

   Gloria opened her lips wider, and let them slide, pushing the foreskin,
until it bunched and resisted being pushed.  She simply let her lips slide
up and over that bunched skin, until she had a mouthful of penis.  Her
natural instinct was to close her lips, and feel what was in her mouth with
her tongue.  It wasn't like having some kind of food in her mouth.  She
couldn't move the penis around, like food could be moved.  That led her to
suck gently, and her cheeks caved in, to press against his flesh too.  He
groaned, but it still wasn't the groan that went with spurting.  She
thought errantly that she didn't have the faintest idea what to do now, or
what she'd do if he DID spurt, with it in her mouth.  She knew what his
sperm tasted like, and that wouldn't be so bad.  But when he spurted, he
spurted a LOT, and that might be different.

   She realized that she liked the feel of his maleness in her mouth, just
as much ...  maybe even a little more ...  than in her hand.  Later, she'd
reflect on whether that made her a slut, or not.  She'd decide that there
was no way in the world that Judy, who did this too, could ever, in any
way, be considered a slut.  But that would be later.  Right now, she just
enjoyed the feel if his smooth, soft, yet hard, warm skin in her mouth, and
listened to the joyous sounds he was making because of what she was doing.

   It was those sounds that made her want to please him more ...  made her
decide that he HAD to spurt, or she would have failed to give back to him,
what he had given her.  She only knew one way to make him spurt.  Since
only the first few inches fit in her mouth comfortably anyway, and since
her hand was still wrapped firmly around the rest of him, she stroked.

   Her hand hit her mouth on the upstroke, so she lifted her head until
only the knob, with all that delightful soft skin around it, was in her
mouth.  He made the best sounds when she sucked, so she concentrated on
doing that, while her hand moved, in the way he'd taught her.  She was
hoping that she was doing this new thing right, when her ears heard the
grunt she had heard before.

   Even with that warning, she was unprepared for the flood of warm liquid
that filled her mouth.  It was accompanied by his gasp of "Oh, Gloria, baby
..." and she felt elation that she HAD done it right.  She tried to
swallow, but the knob was in the way of her tongue, which ran into it as it
moved to help, and she had to pull off of it to quickly gulp what was in
her mouth.  The tip spurted again, hitting her on her upper lip, and she
opened her mouth to capture the rest.  She felt the next spurt hit her
tongue, and sucked again, pulling off again to swallow a second time.  The
taste hit her, much stronger than the little bit she'd tasted before, but
made up of the same things, and not unpleasant in any way.  She tasted
more, but the strong spurts were gone now, and she was able to swallow
without taking her mouth completely off of him.  She was amazed to feel,
both with her hand and her mouth, that the rock hard aspect of his penis
was slowly going away.  It was still long, and thicker than when it was
soft, but now it bent, as she turned her head to see what his face looked
like.  She realized that she liked it even better in this half hard
condition, because she could suck harder, and get more of it in her mouth.

   His hand had gripped her pony tail, as he spurted, but he let loose as
her eyes stared up into his head, which he had lifted up off the blanket
again.  She realized his sperm was all over her face, and felt silly.  Only
that thought made her let him out of her mouth.  She sat back on her
calves, and her fingers began to scoop his essence into her mouth.  She
sucked her fingers clean, and did it again, feeling his semen being spread
around on her cheeks and lips and nose.

   "I made a mess," she sighed, shrugging her shoulders.

   "You made me happy," he panted.

   She crawled up, to dangle a breast in front of his face.  He sucked,
because it was obvious that's what she wanted.  Then his hands griped her
again, on her sides, this time, and he moved her up.  She didn't understand
what he wanted, until he positioned her, squatting over his face.  When he
pulled down, she understood.  She thought this was a very strange way to do
things, but lowered her pussy onto his face.

   She discovered that, by flexing the muscles in her thighs, and
supporting her weight on her hands, she could rub her pussy against his
mouth.  She did that, her gut muscles flexing more and more rapidly, as his
hands fought her movement while he tried to capture her clitty in is teeth.
It took all his strength, but he finally got it, and she shuddered, finally
stopping, almost on her hands and knees, as he took her through the orgasm
by licking while she saw those stars again.

   **************************************

   He didn't dress her, this time.  Both of them lay, weak, after their
intense play, until Gloria realized how long it must have taken for all
this to happen.  With a burst of fear of getting caught, she jumped up, and
peeked around the tree.  No one was coming, but their canoe had been empty
for a long time.  She shimmied into her bikini quickly, as he got up and
got dressed.  She almost ran down the bank, into the water, until, standing
beside the canoe, she felt safe from discovery.  When he joined her, his
hands went to her waist and he kissed the back of her neck.

   "Thank you," he sighed.

   She turned, and stared up into the face of the boy who had changed her
whole life.  She didn't know how to feel about him.  Rather than think
about that, she just kissed him a quick peck, and turned to launch herself
into the canoe, rolling and landing on her butt, like he'd taught her, but
she'd been unable to do, without pushing off the bottom of the lake.

   "We'd better get back," she said, as he stood, looking over the gunwale
at her.

   "Yeah," he sighed.  "I guess so."

   **************************************

   Gloria lay in her bed, thinking.  Judy was about to go outside and,
though nobody but Gloria knew it, get her pussy stuffed with Brad's sperm.
She might be pregnant this very second, because of Brad's sperm.  In a way,
that was fine with Gloria.  Judy would make the best of mothers.  Any child
would be lucky to have Judy for a mother.

   But Gloria didn't want to think about the penis that was about to enter
Judy, or the sperm it would spurt.  She wanted to think about a different
penis, and the sperm that IT spurted.  She licked her lips, but, of course,
couldn't taste him any more.  She'd stopped tasting him by the time they
walked out of the boat house, and down the trail to the dining hall.

   Two days left.  That's all there were.  For the first time, she was
beginning to understand the tears of the girls who cried their eyes out at
the end of camp.  At the same time, she also understood that, if camp was a
week longer, she would, without a doubt, go home pregnant.

   Two days.  She had to figure out how to resist him for two more days. 
She had a miserable track record at resisting him.  Here, in her bed, it
seemed like the easiest of things.  Just say "No!" Just say "I'm not that
kind of girl!  I'm a GOOD girl!"

   The problem was that, when she was with him, it wasn't so easy any more.
And ...  as it turned out ...  she WAS that kind of girl.  Good girls
didn't suck a boy's prick and swallow his semen.  Good girls didn't sit on
a boy's face, and rub their pussies against his mouth until they came so
hard they fell over.  Good girls didn't let a boy do whatever he wanted to
with them.

   But the biggest problem Gloria had, was the knowledge, deep in her
heart, that, if she DID say "No!" ...  he'd stop.  There wasn't a cruel or
mean bone in his body.  He WOULD stop, if she told him to.  She knew that
with every fiber of her being.  And, as much as she argued with herself
about all this, she also knew, deep in her heart, that she didn't want him
to stop.

   She wished he'd ask first.  That would be SO easy.

   "Gloria, how about if I stroke your breasts, and tweak those pretty
nipples?"

   "No!"

   "Oh ...  OK."

   "Gloria, would it be all right if I stuck my finger in your pussy while
I lick your clitty to a mind shattering orgasm?"

   "I'm not that kind of girl, Arden."

   "Oh ...  yeah ...  sorry."

   "Hey, Nivea!  What I'd really like to do is put my prick in your pussy,
and squirt a nice, healthy son in your womb.  Wouldn't that be fun?"

   "I'm a GOOD girl, Arden!"

   "Oops ...  got horny and forgot.  Maybe in a few years, OK?"

   If he asked her, she could say "no" easily.  She was sure about that. 
But when he just DID things, and they felt SO wonderful ...  she was
helpless.  It wasn't HER fault he overwhelmed her.  It was HIS eyes, and
HIS fingers, and HIS tongue.

   Judy came back.  Gloria's nose, educated now, could smell semen all the
way over in her bed.  Brad must have cum a river for it to smell that
strong.  Gloria wondered what Brad's cum tasted like.  Did they all taste
the same?  With a start she realized what she was thinking about.  She
started saying the alphabet backwards, in her mind, starting over every
time she screwed it up.  Eventually, she found sleep.

   **************************************

   Gloria was dreaming.  She knew it was a dream because Arden's penis was
five feet long.  It was in her, and he was taking three steps back, and
then running three steps forward as his five foot long penis disappeared
into her pussy.  She knew it was a dream, because somebody had shoved a
beach ball under her sleep shirt, and it made her look obscenely pregnant.
Arden ran at her again, and stopped.  He looked at her and said "Here it
comes, Nivea" He patted her bulge, and then pushed her shirt up to kiss her
naked, pregnant belly, instead of the beach ball she had thought was there.
That stretched skin rippled and moved.  "Look, Nivea!" said her dream
lover. "Nedra is kicking!  Time for your bath, Nedra!" said the baby's
father in her dream.  She knew it was a dream, because he was blown
backwards by his orgasm, and his penis, when it came out of her, flew
around like a loose fire hose, shooting streams of white all over
everything.

   She woke up, panting and frightened.  Her hand was in her panties, and
she jerked it out.  Her hand was wet, and smelled like Arden's face, after
he'd licked her pussy.

   She got up, and went to the bathroom.  She closed the door and turned on
the light.  She stared in the mirror, and lifted her sleep shirt to look at
her flat belly.  Brown hairs were sticking out of the legs of her panties.
She sighed.  She was just Gloria.  It was all right.  She'd find a way to
stop this madness, before her dream came true.

   **************************************

   CHAPTER SIX

   3rd Thursday

   She was still agitated at breakfast.  Arden was sitting at a table that
was all boys and, with uncharacteristic boldness, that shocked her, she
marched up and tapped him on the shoulder.

   "I need to talk to you," she said tersely.

   He got up and they went to a corner of the dining hall.

   "If I told you to stop ...  doing something ...  you would ...  wouldn't
you?" She frowned as it came out haltingly, and not at all like what she'd
had in mind.

   He looked shocked.  "Of course," he said.

   Her agitated mind had convinced her he'd laugh.  He might even strut or
posture.  If he'd said "Baby, your pussy is mine," she wouldn't have been
surprised.  His look of obvious concern disarmed her, and made her feel
like she'd kicked a puppy.

   "Okay!" she said weakly.  The again ...  "Okay!"

   She was so embarrassed that she turned on her heel and walked away.  She
looked for Judy, and saw her standing by a table.  She concentrated on how
normal Judy looked, as she talked to a boy sitting at the table.  Judy
smiled, and it made Gloria smile.  Judy was so calm ...  so poised ...  so
everything!  She wanted to be just like Judy.  She went to sit with her
idol.

   Being around Judy settled her.  Even though she knew what Judy and Brad
were doing ...  had done last night ...  it was OK.  Judy was grown up. 
She could do that kind of thing.  She wanted to be a mother, and this was
the only way she could do that.  When she found out Judy was going to be at
ceramics, that's where Gloria went for morning free time.  Group time
wasn't a problem.  Arden never teased her during group time, or stared at
her, or any of that.  He was just Arden, in group.

   During ceramics Gloria almost told Judy about what was happening to her.
She even took a breath to start blurting it all out, but another girl
walked in the room, destroying their privacy.  Then two more kids came in,
and it was too late.  Gloria sat, with a lump of clay, vaguely sulking,
while a girl made an ash tray that would hold twenty cigarette butts,
talking all the while about how she was doing an intervention for her
mother, to get her to stop smoking.  She scribed "Cancer" in the bottom of
the ash tray.  "See?" she said proudly, showing it to Gloria.  "It holds a
whole PACK of cigarettes!  She'll quit for SURE when I give her this!"
Gloria thought it was the stupidest thing she'd ever seen, but didn't say
so.

   Judy was telling a story about her prom, in High School, and Gloria
listened to that.  It was a funny story, and everybody laughed when it was
over.  Judy came over to Gloria.  "What you got there?" she asked, looking
at the clay in Gloria's hands.  Gloria looked down.  She'd formed a tube,
about as long as Arden's penis when it was erect.  Her fingers, without
help from her eyes, had molded the head, though it looked more like Brad's
than Arden's.  Gloria looked up helplessly, to find Judy's wide eyes
staring at the clay tube.

   "Nothing," gasped Gloria.  "I'm not making anything." She felt panic and
squeezed the tube into a lump, like Amy had done with her much-better
representation of a penis.  "I was just squeezing it," she blurted.  She
threw the ball of clay on the table and stood up.  "I have to pee," she
said.  She ran to the bathroom and closed the door, leaning against it. 
She washed her hands, and watched as the brown water stained the sides of
the sink, eventually thinning and becoming clear, as her hands got clean.

   When she went back into the room, Judy was leaning over another teen,
showing him how to use a scraper to put detail on his project.  Gloria
sidled to the door, and slipped out, before Judy saw her.

   **************************************

   That afternoon, she marched down the trail to the boat house.  She was
ready to lay down the law.  She gotten so worked up that she'd have been
able to do it too, if Arden had been there.  But he wasn't.

   She looked around everywhere, but didn't see him.  The bottom dropped
out of her stomach, and she looked out on the lake, hoping, against hope,
that he'd just gone out alone, and would come back to the dock when he saw
her.  But he wasn't there either.

   She thought back to breakfast.  What had he thought?  She'd just turned
around and left him.  Did he think she meant she didn't want to see him any
more?  That had to be it!  She'd chased him away!  He was the best thing
that had ever happened to her and she'd wadded him up and thrown him away
like a used piece of paper.  She wanted to scream, and beat her head
against the wall of the boat house.  All she did was sit down on the dock
and cry.

   Two kids, and the counselor on duty came up to ask her what was wrong,
but she waved them away, and they left her alone.  She had settled into the
hiccupping sobs, when he was suddenly there.

   "Nivea!  What's wrong?"

   She looked up through shining eyes.  She couldn't see very well, but it
was definitely him.

   "Y-y-you weren't here!" She hiccupped as soon as she said the last word.

   "I got a package in the mail from my folks," he said, sitting down
beside her.  "They sent cookies and candy and stuff, and everybody wanted
some.  I saved you a Snickers." He held his hand out.  There was a candy
bar in it.

   "I thought you didn't want to see me any more," moaned Gloria.

   "Why wouldn't I want to see you?" he asked, genuine surprise in his
voice.

   Gloria wanted to crawl in a hole and die.  She'd made a complete fool of
herself.  She wanted to get up and run, but she couldn't see through her
tear-filled eyes, and she knew she'd trip and go sprawling.  She did get
up, though, and wiped at her eyes furiously.  She glanced at Arden
sideways. He was just standing there, looking at her.

   "Are you OK?" he asked, hesitantly.

   "No!" she said, her voice tight.

   "You want to go canoeing?" he asked.  He sounded hopeful.

   "No!" she said, insistently.

   "OK," he said, sounding disappointed.

   "Yes!" she said suddenly.

   "Yes what?" He sounded confused.

   "I don't know!" she growled.

   She took his hand and pulled him to the boathouse.  Her Nivea bottle was
still where she'd sat down and cried, and she went back to get it.  She
went back in and handed it to him and stood, silently, her back to him. 
All this she did, more or less, on auto pilot.  Her body was standing
still, but her brain was running ninety miles an hour.  Once again, he
hadn't done what she assumed he'd done ...  what she thought he would do.
While she was making a fool of herself, he was just being ...  Arden.

   She was distracted by his hands, smoothing along her arms.  His touch on
her stomach was tentative, not his usual firm touch, and he didn't touch
between her breasts.  He did her legs quickly and efficiently, and didn't
push his hands too high.  He wasn't acting like ...  Arden.  When he put
her life jacket on her, he didn't touch her breasts, and she wanted to
scream at him, but she knew this was all her fault.  She'd told him to
stop, and he'd stopped.  That's what she'd have assumed someone would have
meant, if they'd have asked her that question.  She was so angry at him,
and at herself, that she pushed him away and stalked out to the line of
canoes tied up at the dock.  She jumped in one and sat in the stern,
sitting on the seat just to spite him.  He stood on the dock, their
kneeling pads in one hand, and his paddle in the other, and looked at her.

   "Are you coming?" she asked, her voice harsh.

   "I guess so," he said.

   **************************************

   She steered them straight for their tree, and when they got there, she
jumped in the water and climbed straight up the bank.  She knew the blanket
was still there, because she'd seen him carefully roll it up.  The can of
Coke had been rolled up inside it.  He'd never opened it.  She stood,
looking at the rolled up blanket.  He'd left it there on purpose, she
realized, because he intended to bring her back here, and use it again. 
Something melted inside her, and she turned to find him standing, looking
unsure, two feet from her.  She felt tears in her eyes again.  She was
going crazy.  All this ...  Arden ...  the way she felt ...  it was tearing
her apart.  She felt her eyes get wet again and wiped them.

   Suddenly he was right there, his hands on her waist.  He didn't say
anything and she melted against him.  When his arms went around her she
stifled a sob of relief and hugged him fiercely.  Then he was kissing her,
and the sun came out again, and his hands began to stroke her much more
tenderly than in the boat house and the world was suddenly right again. 
Arden was being Arden.  All she had to do was be Gloria, and somehow all
this would work out.

   While he unrolled the blanket, she started to take her top off, and then
stopped.  Gloria wouldn't do that.  Instead, she waited until he turned to
her, and then turned around, presenting her back to him.

   The world sped up and she suddenly found herself naked, writhing in his
arms on the blanket, kissing every part of his face she could reach.  She
was crazy for his touch, and couldn't wait for him to start licking her, so
she could repay him.  His kisses were driving her crazy and she rolled to
throw a leg over him and rub her pussy against his thigh.  She reached for
him and squeezed and stroked until he pushed her hand away.  They almost
rolled onto the grass as each tried to get on top of the other, stroking
and wiggling until, finally, she was pinned under his superior weight.  He
held her there, captive, so he could kiss her lips for longer than two
seconds.  She scratched his back with her nails, trying to punish him for
kissing her, instead of sucking her nipples, or licking her pussy, but his
kisses just got hotter and the world went faster.

   She wasn't aware that anything had happened at all, until she felt the
pain of tender tissues being stretched apart for the first time.  Her hymen
was gone - had been gone since she was eleven and started her periods - but
his penis was much larger than his finger.  When she realized what had
happened, and that she hadn't had any warning at all that it WAS happening,
it was already too late as, with a long sigh, his weight settled on her and
her pussy was full of hard prick.

   "OHHOWWWWW", she complained into his mouth, the stinging sensation of
stretched pussy lips bringing tears to her eyes again.  He did not relent.
He was in her.  Her virginity was history.  She hadn't even had a chance to
say "No!"

   He had held still, after his first full penetration, and his lips had
stayed pressed to hers, until she turned her head.  Now he moved, his whole
body rocking back and forth, on top of her, his skin rubbing hers
everywhere they touched.  She felt his chest scrape across nipples that
were suddenly shooting sparks throughout her body, and the sharp sting
where his penis was violating her dulled to a mere ache.  His movement
increased, until he was moving so much that it pulled his penis part way
out of her and then made it go back in.  Her clit started talking to her,
and the discomfort in her pussy faded some more.  Now she was having a hard
time breathing, because his chest was fully on hers.  She pushed at his
shoulders and, when he rose a little, she took a deep grateful breath.

   She turned her head back, to see his eyes looking at her face.  She
looked back, accusation in her mind, that she hoped her eyes stabbed into
his heart.  His knees came down between hers, which were closed.  She
couldn't figure out how he'd gotten in her in the first place.  Her legs
had been closed the whole time, as he writhed on top of her.  She winced as
his knees pressured hers apart, and then forced her thighs wider, opening
her up to him.

   Then he started doing to her, what she had seen Brad doing to Judy on
the blanket.

   **************************************

   At first, she had thought to scream "NO!" at him and push him off of
her, but in the few short seconds during which he started sliding his penis
in and out of her, her body betrayed her.  The pain vanished, as if it had
never been, and the feel of his stiff column of flesh, stroking and
massaging her pussy walls wiped out every coherent thought in her head. 
She knew, in that instant, that, when her orgasm came this time, it would
surely kill her, because what he was doing already felt five times better
than anything else he had done to her.

   He was tireless, and the rhythm of his movements was steady and, after
the first minute, predictable.  He stroked her five or six times, and then
went in deep and rotated his loins in five or six circles.  The stroking
had devastating effects on her pussy, and the rotating had devastating
effects on her clit.  She had no way of knowing that he was much more
experienced at this than she would have ever dreamed, and that he was
purposely regulating his own pleasure, to ensure that she had at least two
orgasms, and hopefully more, before he had to stop.

   They were, it turned out, well matched.  He was good at giving her
orgasms, and she was very good at having them.

   Perhaps, in her mind, she became Judy, splayed out on a blanket, while
her lover gave her pleasure.  It wasn't completely like that.  She didn't
beg for him to make her pregnant.  But she gave up to him, as completely as
she ever had, and let him make her feel fabulous.  She saw more than stars.
She saw constellations of stars ...  entire galaxies of stars.  She cried,
and babbled nonsensical sounds, her arms around him, holding him to her so
he couldn't stop.  And always, there were his deep blue eyes, staring down
at her every time she opened her own eyes and focused on him.

   She had just gone limp, for the third time, and was at the point where
she'd been before, that first time he loved her orally, when she just
couldn't take any more.  She was drawing breath to finally stop him, when
he suddenly left her empty, gasping.  She raised her head with tired
muscles and saw his still hard prick, hanging above her thoroughly fucked
pussy.  It bobbed, and spat a line of white from her pubic hair clear to
her chin.  It bobbed again, and laid another line beside the first.  The
third spurt went into her pubic hair as he sagged a little, and he
collapsed on top of her.

   This feeling of complete and utter helplessness wasn't unpleasant.  The
weight of his body on hers was now welcome ...  almost comforting, as her
mind adjusted to the fact that, when he had the chance to use her pussy, he
had refrained.  Unlike Mike, he cared enough about her to minimize the
risk. He could have stayed deep inside her, and fertilized her nubile womb,
but he hadn't.  If what she was feeling right now wasn't love, she couldn't
imagine what love would feel like.

   He slid off her slowly, sideways, leaning against her, and laid the side
of his face on her shoulder.  His hair was sweaty, and stuck to them both.
His cheek moved, and she felt him lick her left nipple, and then relax
again, just resting on her.  Her hand came up of its own volition, and
stroked his hair.

   **************************************

   As they paddled back, the realization of it all crept up on her.  She
wasn't a virgin any more.  She was now one of those girls who "did it". 
She ached between her legs, but it wasn't the kind of ache that you took
medicine for.  She knew that ache would fade.  She was like Amy, now.  Amy
sucked Mike's cock, and she had sucked Arden's.  Amy let Mike fuck her, and
she had let Arden fuck her too.  She had called Amy a slut.  But she didn't
feel like a slut.  She wasn't about to let any old boy lay so much as a
finger on her.  Arden could touch her, but that was all.

   On impulse, she turned around, in the bow, to look at him while he kept
paddling.  He looked ...  normal.  He smiled, and it was the same slightly
crooked smile as always.  He was just Arden.  What had happened had changed
her ...  had to have changed them both ...  but they were still just Arden
and Gloria.  She understood, now, why Judy and Amy didn't look any
different.  They weren't any different ...  not really.  What they did,
what she and Arden had just done, was just part of who they all were.  She
knew she would feel different, from now on, but no one had to know that. 
She was surprised that she felt so calm about it.

   What surprised her the most, though, was that she wasn't sorry it had
happened.

   **************************************

   3rd Friday Gloria moved over to give Claudia some room to brush her
teeth.  Gloria was doing the same thing, and staring into the mirror.

   She didn't look any different than she had yesterday morning, when she
stood and did the same thing.  She knew she was a different girl ... 
woman. She felt silly that she'd thought that.  She wasn't a woman.  She
was a girl ...  the same girl she had been when she looked into the mirror
the day before.  It had been a life changing incident, but she was still
just Gloria.

   Her sleep had been untroubled, after losing her virginity.  She'd come
back to be among people who didn't know, and who treated her exactly the
same as they always had.  Her initial nervousness ...  that everyone would
somehow know what she'd done ...  what he'd done to her ...  had faded,
leaving her with a feeling that was more calm than she'd felt in days.  In
bed, the night before, when Judy left to go make sure she was pregnant by
Brad, Gloria had snuggled her face into her pillow.  The thing she had been
so worried about was over.  She was going to sleep for her first night as a
non-virgin.  There was only one more day, and it wouldn't be nearly as
nerve wracking as the previous few days were.  Arden would, most likely,
fuck her again, tomorrow.  She knew that now, but it didn't scare her like
the thought of it had before.

   As she drifted off to sleep, she'd tried to remember what it had been
like.  She knew there was pain, but it was hard to remember now.  She had
been sore for a few hours, but evening games, which involved running, had
worked that out of her muscles.

   She realized she'd been brushing her teeth the whole time she remembered
the night before, and the afternoon before that.  She looked like she was
foaming at the mouth.  It was a new day.  Arden would make her more of a
woman today, and then, tomorrow she'd go back home, where everything would
be normal.

   **************************************

   During morning group time, Arden touched her hand and smiled.  That was
all.  The discussion, which was about getting along with parents again,
after having had so much freedom at camp, struck Gloria as hilarious.  The
freedom she'd had at camp had changed her life, at least inside, but she
didn't think it would affect her relationship with her parents.  Then an
image of her Dad, bent over and kissing her mother on the cheek, at the
breakfast table one morning, popped into her head.  She'd walked into the
kitchen right in the middle of that, and had been freaked out because her
Dad was also fondling her mother's breast.  It had been plain that her
mother didn't mind one bit ...  at least not until Gloria had suddenly
appeared.  That led to hazy images of her parents, on a blanket, under a
tree, naked, which was even funnier.  It was all she could do not to laugh
out loud.

   At lunch, when Arden sat beside her, and leaned over to ask if they were
going canoeing that afternoon, she turned her head and looked at him.

   "Do you want to go canoeing?" she asked.

   He nodded, his eyes clear.

   "Do you want me there?" she asked.

   His eyes widened, but he nodded.  "Of course."

   "As you command," she said, staring him straight in the eyes.  She felt
flutters in her belly, but wasn't embarrassed.

   **************************************

   He was waiting for her, when she got there.  He had apparently heard
more, in her voice, than she'd realized, because he took charge
immediately. He wasn't hurried, but, when he spread Nivea all over her, he
didn't miss an inch, except for her feet, inside her shoes.  He even put
some on her lips, just before he kissed them.

   She was in the stern, and he pointed to their tree.  She sat in the
canoe, until he ordered her out, and then went up the bank, when he pointed
that way too.  She stood, much as she had stood before, waiting for him to
do things, but today he ordered her to strip herself, and then him.  His
voice remained soft ...  Arden's voice, but he was somehow more forceful
than he'd been.

   "Suck," he said, standing in front of her while she knelt.

   She sucked, like Judy had, on her knees, paying homage to the thing that
had so changed her life, and yet had left her looking exactly the same. 
She gripped his buttocks, getting more in her mouth than before, but using
her cheeks and tongue in the same way.

   "Stop!" His voice was husky.

   He lay her down on the blanket, and she kept her legs closed on purpose,
until he made her spread them.  Just before his tongue touched her pussy,
he looked up and said "I want you to have an orgasm."

   She did.  She had two, in fact, but she tried to be as silent as
possible when the first one came, because she didn't want him to know it
was there, and stop.  She felt free, like a bird, as the streaks of
pleasure washed through her, and let those orgasms rob her of any strength
that could be used to push him away.

   He was panting when he finished, his face shiny with her juices, and he
crawled forward to let his rampant prick hang, the tip barely touching her
pubes, where it had spurted, the day before.  He stared into her eyes, and
she looked back, almost defiant, until her hips betrayed her and lifted,
fractionally, telling him she wanted this.

   "Put me in," he ordered.

   She bit her lip.  "No."

   She couldn't believe she'd said it.  What was she doing?  She wanted
this again.  She knew that.  She admitted it to herself.  She wanted his
penis in her desperately ...  had been looking forward to it since last
night, when she burrowed her head into her pillow.

   "Put me in," he insisted.

   Her hand went to his prick, and she gripped it.  She stroked it, instead
of notching it between her pussy lips.  Then she rubbed her clit with it,
but she didn't put it in, and he didn't push forward.

   "Put me in," he said, a third time, his voice heavier.

   She had resisted as much as she could make herself resist.  She pressed
him between her vulva, and he pushed slowly, so slowly she wanted to
scream, until she felt the stretching again, and then was grateful that he
hadn't just rammed it in her.

   "I love doing this with you," he sighed, still advancing slowly.

   It was the last thing either of them said, until he had socketed himself
fully in her, and stroked her to two more mind-shattering orgasms.

   It was completely different than the previous day had been, and that
astonished Gloria more than the fact that she had intentionally let him do
this to her again.  Other than the briefest discomfort, in the very
beginning, she felt only ecstasy, as his prick massaged her inside, and
where it rubbed her clit.  He went for a long time, it seemed to her, but
she hoped he'd never stop.

   When he did, it was suddenly, and while he was buried in her.

   "Do you love doing this with me?" he asked, panting.

   She stared at him, and her hands went to his buttocks, to hold him
there, but she didn't say anything.

   "Do you?" he asked, flexing his prick inside her.

   "Don't make me say it," she whined.

   "Gloria," his voice wasn't loud, but carried more force than she'd ever
heard in anything else he'd ever said.  "Do you?"

   Her eyes misted over.  She didn't want to cry.  Not now.  Not while she
felt so good.  Her one word whisper was wrenched from her by her own body's
threat, and not his.

   "Yesss," she hissed.

   He started stroking again, and this time he went faster and faster, not
pausing to mash her clitty.  When she heard the familiar grunts begin, her
mind screamed a warning, but she pushed that back.  Her legs came up and
slapped onto his back.  His blue eyes opened and stared into hers.  Time
suspended for a few heartbeats, as they stared into each other's eyes, and
then speeded up as she felt the first wash of heat, deep inside her.  His
face twisted into a grimace, but his eyes never left hers as she felt more
jumps and more heat as his spunk filled every cranny inside her and flowed
wetly into her womb.

   Gloria didn't think about the danger, or the fear, or anything else,
except the feel of her lover's offering.  As he sagged on her, she smiled,
the glow of fulfillment suffusing her body.

   "Now ...  I'm a woman," she thought.

   ===================================

   Gloria's preparations for the dance would have shocked her two weeks
earlier.  She wore her thickest shirt, but left her bra off.  She wore her
longest skirt, but left her panties off too.  As she made the final
touchups to her makeup and hair, she saw a different girl in the mirror
than when she'd first arrived.  She had a momentary rush of guilt, and her
mind whispered "Slut!" at her, but she straightened her shoulders and said
softly "Am not!" Then she looked around, embarrassed that she'd spoken
aloud, but nobody had heard her.

   This time, at the dance, Arden tried to dance some fast dances with her.
As supple and smooth as his movements in the canoe were, his dancing had an
embarrassed, almost jerky air to it, and they stood together with some of
the others in their group during more fast dances, than they actually
danced.  It was a comfortable little group that stood, yelling to talk,
over the noise of the music.  During the slow dances, though, he dominated
her time, holding her close, and she loved every minute of it.

   When, during a lull in the music, he whispered in her ear and asked if
she wanted to go outside, she didn't hesitate.

   Nor did they hesitate in returning to the wall of the shed outside the
dining hall, where they made out passionately, their hands sliding over
each other's bodies with a familiarity that seemed almost natural now. 
When his hands inevitably went under her skirt, to slide up the back of her
leg, and hit naked buttocks, his French kiss turned into a groan, and his
other hand joined his first, to cup her naked buttocks and pull her against
an obvious erection.  He rubbed it back and forth across her skirt-covered
pudendum, and she moaned back.

   His attempt to bare his prick through his zipper, and get it in her
standing up, made her think of when she had watched Brad do that to Judy,
and she felt the thrill of his penetration make her shake.  It didn't work
very well, though.  For whatever reason, he couldn't get as far inside her
as she now wanted, and his zipper caused her pain.

   That was why she took the rare initiative, and pushed him away.

   She took his hand and pulled him, while he fumbled with his other hand
to get himself back inside his clothing, not knowing what she was doing.

   To avoid being seen, she had to take him at an obtuse angle, away from
the dining hall, with the shed between them and anyone who might see their
movement in the dark.  She took him to the same picnic table where her best
friend had lain, gasping, as Mike fucked her.  Once there, she sat on the
end of the table, like Amy had done, and pulled up her skirt, to hold it at
her stomach with one hand.  Then she leaned back and spread her legs.  She
hadn't realized how hard it would be to lift her legs up, with nothing
supporting them, and was relieved when he helped, with his hands on her
calves.  When he put her ankles on his shoulders and then undid his belt,
to drop his shorts, she felt her pussy clench with anticipation.

   "AHHHHHHH" she groaned, as he leaned forward and achieved full
penetration.  She felt that place, deep inside her, that hurt in the most
delicious way when the tip of is prick prodded it.  His hands pushed at her
shirt, and she lay back on the table to unbutton it, and let the sides flop
open, baring her breasts.

   He sucked at a nipple, while he prodded her deeply, and Gloria realized
she could not go without this for a whole year.  Her arms went around him,
as if to hold him prisoner.  She wished camp would go on for another year,
because she wanted his long, hard prick in her every day from now until she
died.

   She erupted in an orgasm that surprised her, and whined as he started
sliding faster and faster.  His panting took on the sound of words,
starting with "Oh ...  oh ..." and evolving into "Oh, baby ...  Oh Gloria
..."

   Then his lips moved to hers, to slide off, at first, until she moved her
hands to his head to hold him steady.  As his tongue entered her mouth, she
felt his seed splashing deep inside her.  Her cry of happiness would have
been loud, had it not been into his mouth.

   He stayed plugged in, half lying on top of her, her legs pushed high in
the air.  The wood of the table ground into her spine, but she didn't care,
as long as he kept kissing her.  Tilted upwards like that, she was so
soaked with is warm spend that she couldn't feel it draining into her womb.
When he finally pulled his soft penis from her pussy, she couldn't feel her
cervix close, trapping most of his seed inside her womb.

   Their walk back to the shed, returning the same way they'd left, was
interrupted by stops to kiss and cuddle.  She felt a single drip running
down the inside if her right thigh, and scraped at it with her fingers,
licking them clean because she didn't have any other way to deal with that
problem.

   When they reached the shed they stood, now able to see each other's
faces in the increased light.

   "We probably should go back in," he said.

   "Yeah," she sighed, wishing they could go back and do it again.

   "WELL!" came a voice that scared them both half to death.

   It was Judy.

   "I wondered where you two had wandered off to," said their counselor. 
"You know this area is off limits during the dance."

   "I guess so," said Arden.

   "I'm glad I caught you before you two had a chance to do something you
might be sorry for." Judy sounded amused, more than angry.

   "I guess so," said Arden again.

   "Come on, you two.  The dance is almost over.  You'll have to be
satisfied with one or two more dances." Judy's tone left no doubt that she
was going to stay with them until they got back in public.

   **************************************

   CHAPTER SEVEN

   It was the last dance, and, of course, it was slow.  Almost everybody
was dancing now.  The fifteen or twenty percent of kids who hadn't made
"that kind of friend" were already starting to get the dining hall ready
for its more normal use as an eating facility, moving chairs and unfolding
table legs, so that breakfast could be had the next morning.

   "So ...  did we do anything you're sorry for?" he asked in her ear.

   She imagined that she felt the hot weight of his spunk inside her.  She
wondered if she'd have a period, a week after she got back home.  She
wondered if people would think she was a slut, or could tell, just by
looking at her, that she wasn't a virgin any more.

   "No," she whispered.

   "I'm glad," he said softly.

   "Arden?" Her voice was tight, and sounded nervous.

   "Yeah?"

   "Why didn't you do that to me the first week?"

   They turned in a complete circle before he answered.

   "I didn't know if you'd let me."

   "Did you want to?" she asked.

   "A lot," he answered simply.

   "Do you do that with girls at home?" she asked.

   "Not like you're thinking," he said.  "I don't have a girlfriend or
anything."

   "You just seem to know what you're doing," she said,
uncharacteristically telling him what she was thinking.

   "I've done it before," he said, somewhat mysteriously.

   "Who with?" she asked.

   "If I told you, you'd probably get mad at me," he said.

   "Why?" she asked.

   "I don't want you to hate me," he said, instead of answering her
question.  "I like you a lot."

   "I like you too," she said, thinking he must be an idiot.  Why would she
let him do the things he'd done to her if she didn't like him?

   "Promise you won't yell, and get mad?" he asked.

   "I guess," she said, reverting to her normal answer in an unknown
situation.

   They did two more circles before he answered.

   "I told you we're nudists," he said.  There was a long pause, and she
was about to ask what that had to do with anything, when he finally went
on. "We're very close ...  in our family.  My sisters and I have shared a
bedroom all our lives.  We show love in ways that a lot of people think is
wrong."

   As that sank in, Gloria's feet started to feel like they weighed a ton.
She was an only child.  To her, there could only be one person he was
talking about.

   "Your sisters?!" she gasped.

   His arms tightened, instinctively, to keep her from bursting free and
making a scene.  She didn't try to get loose, though.  She was too shocked.

   "We were curious abut ...  stuff," he said.  "You promised," he said,
feeling like he had done the wrong thing.

   She had stopped "dancing", and stood.  Her hands felt like lumps of clay
on his shoulders.  His hands felt hot on her waist.

   "You do that with your sisters?" she whined.

   "Sometimes," he said.  "Not a lot.  It's kind of for special occasions.
It's complicated.  Our family is really different."

   "I guess so!" she gasped.

   "I never did it with anybody else," he said, like he was defending
himself, somehow.  "Except you."

   As preposterous as it seems, the knowledge that, outside his own family,
she was his first, seemed to calm her.  Of course the situation had been
bizarre and strange for the whole three weeks of camp, and that may have
had something to do with Gloria's ability to keep her mind from exploding
with this new, crazy information.  To keep from concentrating on what he'd
admitted to, she concentrated on his statement that she was different,
somehow.

   "Really?" she asked, her voice high.

   "Really," he said, as if that would fix everything.  "I'm not much
interested in girls ...  outside girls ...  I don't go on dates or
anything."

   "Why me?" she asked.

   He started them moving again, trying to return to normalcy.

   "I don't know," he admitted.  "You're pretty, and interesting.  I've
never felt like that around a girl before."

   "This is so weird," she moaned.

   "Yeah, I guess so," he admitted.

   The music ended, and the DJ announced that it was time to wrap things
up. He gave the obligatory comments about how they had to get up early in
the morning, to clean the cabins before breakfast, and that they should all
go straight to their cabins.

   "Do you hate me?" asked Arden.

   Gloria looked at him.  He looked different to her, somehow.  She knew
that was silly.  He was still Arden.  She just knew something about him now
that made him seem different.

   "I don't know," she said.

   "I'm sorry if I hurt you," he said, anguish in his voice.

   Judy was suddenly standing beside them.

   "Break it up you two.  Hit the cabins.  You can talk at breakfast."

   **************************************

   Gloria lay in her bed.  Judy was in her sleep shirt, and had her
flashlight in her hand.  Gloria watched her as she went around the cabin,
saying something to some of the girls.  She leaned over to pick up a piece
of clothing that was on the floor, and hung it on the end of a bunk bed. 
Gloria saw she wasn't wearing panties again, because there was no
panty-line under her shirt.

   While Judy was gone, getting fucked for the last time by Brad, at least
this year, Gloria's mind flitted from images of Brad, fucking Judy standing
up, to Arden's penis spurting, to Judy kneeling to suck Brad's cock, to the
sounds Amy had made while Mike filled her with his semen, to the feel of
Arden's prick in her pussy, and his mouth on her nipples.  She tried to
envision Arden, hunched over a girl ...  his sister ...  or maybe two
sisters.  She realized she had no idea how many sisters he had, or what
ages they were.  She blinked as she realized that the girl in her vision
was Amy, the only "girl" she could visualize in that situation, with Arden.

   She knew she was in for a rough night.

   **************************************

   LAST DAY

   Gloria folded her mattress in half on her bunk.  All her stuff was
packed and sitting on the porch.  She'd lug it with her to breakfast, and
then put it on the bus, when it got there.

   It HAD been a rough night, and her dreams had been troubled.  Since she
couldn't make an image of Arden's sisters, her mind had plugged in other
girls and women she knew instead.  There had been a dream of Arden with
Amy, and then Judy, and then her mother.  In the dream he went from one to
the other.  As he left each one, her abdomen was swollen with his baby. 
Then he reached for her.  She ran away, across a big grassy field, and when
he caught her, they were suddenly under their tree, where the blanket was
spread out.  The can of coke was there, on the blanket, in the middle.  She
didn't understand that, but the dream didn't give her any information. 
Instead she was transposed to the picnic table, in the dark, and someone
was fucking her.  She couldn't tell if it was Arden, or someone else.  She
wondered, in the dream, if it was Brad, because whoever was making her feel
so good seemed bigger than Arden.  In her dream the man smelled like her
father, who smoked a pipe.  Then, just as suddenly she was in another
place, naked, sitting on Arden, and his penis was spurting up inside her as
his blue eyes bored into hers.  He said: "There are no others." There was
more, but she couldn't remember parts of it.

   Like many dreams, she remembered every detail when she first woke, but
then her mind prioritized, and the colors faded, and she couldn't quite
remember what sequence things had happened in, in the dream.  By the time
she'd done her part in cabin cleanup, lugged her suitcase to the dining
hall, and sat down for breakfast, she couldn't remember, for sure, many
things she knew she'd "seen" while she slept.

   Arden sat down beside her.

   "Hi," he said.  He sounded like ...  Arden.

   "Hi," she responded automatically.  She felt the tingle in her body that
she'd felt every day for the last two weeks, every time she saw him.

   She looked around, but they had both gotten there early.  Only a few
others were in the dining hall.

   "What if I'm pregnant?" she asked in a whisper.

   He blinked.  "You're not on the pill?"

   "Of course not, you idiot," she almost snarled.  "I was a virgin when I
got here!"

   "Oh," he said, looking confused.  "My sisters ...  they're all on the
pill.  I guess I thought you wouldn't let me unless ..." He looked
confused.

   "I DIDN'T let you!" she hissed.

   "Yes you did," he said, sounding hurt.

   "You just ...  did things!" she insisted.  "What if I'm pregnant?"

   "I don't know," he said, sounding lost.  "Do you think you are?"

   "I don't know!" she said, much too loudly.  She looked around.

   "I'm sorry," he said.  "I didn't mean to ..."

   "Would you be sorry?" she asked suddenly.

   "If you were?" he asked.

   "Yes!" she moaned, looking upward.

   "It would cause problems," he said.  "But no ...  I don't think so.  You
cold come live with us."

   She turned her head to stare at him, her mouth open.  "That's the
stupidest thing I've ever heard!" she said.

   "Oh." He sounded disappointed.

   Kids flooded into the dining hall, chased in by counselors.  They
couldn't talk any more.

   Then there was the last cleanup, and the closing circle, where they sang
the camp song one more time, and girls started bawling.  The buses had
arrived during breakfast, and the counselors began herding kids into them,
anxious to get back to their own lives after another year of camp.

   Gloria and Arden were going to board separate buses.  Something suddenly
popped into Gloria's mind, and she waded through kids to get to him.

   "What was the can of coke for?" she asked.

   "Coke?" he asked, confused.

   "Under our tree!" she said impatiently.

   He blushed, and it was the first time she'd ever seen him do that.  It
made him look vulnerable, somehow.  He leaned toward her.

   "I didn't know if you'd like the taste or not," he said softly.

   "Taste?" now she was confused.

   "My taste," he said, his eyes darting around.

   "Oh!" she said, understanding suddenly.  With that understanding came
the understanding that he had planned for things to happen ...  planned
carefully, in fact ...  thinking ahead ...  knowing he was going to try to
get her to do things.  His comment from the night before popped into her
head: "I didn't know if you'd let me."

   A counselor started yelling at the kids to get on the buses.

   "I DID let you," she yelled as they were separated.

   His smile made her heart leap to her throat.

   "Are you coming back next year?" he called out.

   "Yes!  Of course!" she yelled back.

   Then they were too far apart to do anything but scream, and she couldn't
let herself scream.  She was distracted by Amy, pulling her around and
crushing her in a hug.

   "THERE you are!" squealed the girl Gloria had now decided she was just
like.  "What happened?  We didn't get to spend much time together!"

   "You were with Mike all the time," came Gloria's immediate response.

   "I guess so," said Amy grinning broadly.  "Arden likes you."

   "I know," said Gloria.

   "You DO?!" squealed her friend.  "TEXT ME!" she yelled as they were
separated, and a counselor gave Gloria a gentle push into the bus.

   **************************************

   Scenery flashed by, as Gloria stared out the window without seeing any
of it.  Her mind lingered on Arden.  He had, she imagined, sex at home,
whenever he wanted it ...  or something like that.  He had never gone
outside his family for that ...  except for her.  She didn't know whether
to feel honored, or victimized.  She couldn't deny, though, that she had
loved it all.  At least until she found out he had sex with his sisters! 
How strange was that?  Bobby was the closest thing she had to a brother,
and she couldn't imagine having sex with Bobby.  He was ...  Bobby!  Yes,
she loved him, and yes, he was cute, but he was ...  Bobby!

   The thought kept coming back to her that, as soon as Arden got home, he
could tumble into bed with one of his sisters.  What would his homecoming
be like?  She tried to imagine her mother and father, greeting her, stark
naked, as she smiled and stripped off her clothes to join them in their
nudity.  It was just too strange.

   She blushed as she got off the bus to see both her mother and father
waiting for her.  They were fully clothed, of course, but she looked at
them differently now.  They had sex.  She knew that.  She'd never thought
about it before, but now, as she looked at them, holding hands and smiling,
she knew they got naked in bed and had sex.  She wondered if her mother
ever felt as good as Arden had made her feel at camp.

   **************************************

   Epilogue

   Her period had come, and she had almost cried with a mixture of relief
and disappointment.  The disappointment she felt horrified her, and she
knew, at that moment, that if she were given the chance, with the right
boy, she'd have unprotected sex again.  A visit to the free clinic got her
a prescription that the woman said her parents would not be informed of. 
She could tell them, if she wanted, but the law said she didn't have to.

   She'd been on the pill for a month, and didn't feel any different. 
She'd locked herself in the bathroom one night with one of her father's
disposable razors and worked on her pussy hair so long that her mother came
knocking, asking her what was wrong.  She'd yelled that she was reading,
and her mother muttered something about her father, but went away.  Now she
had a thin line of hair, just like Judy's, like an arrow, pointing to her
sex.  She could wear her bikini at the city pool, and didn't have to spend
ten minutes dealing with pussy hair.

   She looked at boys, both at the pool and other places.  She looked at
them differently than she had before, but, strangely, knowing she was safe
from pregnancy made her resist the urges she felt more, instead of less. 
The boys she looked at ...  evaluated ...  imagined herself with ... 
weren't Arden.  They were loud, or brash, or bragged about girls.  She
missed Arden's quiet confidence.  She missed floating in the water, naked
beside him.  She missed anticipating what he was going to do to her next.
She didn't even have Bobby to distract her.  He was at his camp, and
wouldn't be back for another week.

   When, two weeks later, Bobby popped in one day, with a new book in hand,
and asked if she wanted to ride bikes out to Grandpa's fishing pond to
read, she grabbed her stuff, put it in a backpack, and followed him as,
like usual, he sped off ahead of her.  Their competition was years in the
making, and each had a series of tricks to be the first one to get there.

   He was shirtless, like usual.  She watched as his muscled legs pumped at
the pedals, and his hips swung back and forth as he stood on the pedals to
get ahead of her.

   She watched him as he spread his blanket, and plopped down on it.  He
shaded his eyes and looked at her, standing there.

   "So, how was camp?" he asked.

   She felt an electric jolt as Arden flashed into her mind, lying on a
blanket, bare chested ...  bare completely.

   "Glo?" prompted Bobby.

   He WAS cute, now that she thought about it.  And he was her best friend
in the whole world.

   She'd never thought of him as a boy before.  He was just Bobby.  She
thought of him as a boy now.  She tried to imagine what his penis would
look like hard.  Arden's had looked a lot like his, at first.  All she
could imagine was Arden's stiff penis on Bobby's mental image.

   "Gloria?" came Bobby's voice.  "What's wrong?  You look like you just
saw a ghost!"

   He looked around him, like he expected to see a hooded cobra, about to
strike at him, which Gloria had seen, but he was unaware of.

   Arden was home.  He might be grunting on top of his sister, right now.
Gloria dropped her backpack and pulled out her bottle of Nivea.

   "You're going to burn," she said calmly.  "You need some of this."

   Bobby looked up at her, frowning.

   She got to her knees beside him.

   "I'll put it on you," she said.  "Turn over."

   She did his back first, smoothing her hands over his strong calves and
the back of his thighs.  She let her fingers go inside his loose shorts,
but not too far.  She did his back, marveling at the muscles she found
under his skin.

   "Feels good," he huffed, as she leaned to press hard, feeling his
muscles under her hands.

   "Roll over," she said.

   He did, and she did his chest, rubbing her hands across his nipples and
watching to see if they did anything.

   "Gloria?" came his voice.  It sounded shaky.  She moved to his legs,
letting her fingertips just brush the bulge in his shorts, and pretending
it had been an accident.

   "Hmmmm?" she said, distracted by that lump.

   "You're acting funny," said Bobby.

   She saw the bulge grow just a little, and looked to find him staring
down into the neck of her shirt.  She had started going braless, and when
her mother asked her about it she said her breasts were tender, and that
the bras hurt them.  Her mother had sympathized, and said she remembered
when that happened to her.

   "You're staring at my boobs," she said.

   A look of panic flashed across his face.

   "I'm sorry, Glo, honest.  They were just ...  there."

   She sat back on her haunches.

   Her pussy tingled and itched.

   "You wanna go skinny dipping?" she asked.

   **************************************

   The End
   


  
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