Camp Reward 2 

When Jeanette returned to camp Sunday morning, she immediately went in search of Kurt. She could hear the sound of the lawn tractor droning on the softball field, so she started in that direction. As she suspected, he was mowing the open field, apparently singing along with something played through his headphones. She held back behind the corner of the equipment shed to watch him at work. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and she liked what she was seeing of his lean muscled shoulders and back--so much so that she completely forgot to concern herself with his SPF factor. Soon he had completed his last pass, and looked up to see her waving his way. He was thrilled to see her as well, and steered the tractor toward her. She didn't even wait for him to come to a full stop before she was jumping into his lap and locking her lips against his.
"Wow--that's quite a 'hello'!", he gasped.
"I missed you. Is that silly, only being away for one night?"
"No, I missed you too. "
Jeanette held tightly to him as he steered the tractor into the shed. She nuzzled his neck and tasted the salt of his sweat. Once safely in the dim shelter of the shed, she again sought out his mouth and traced her tongue over his lips. When they opened in response, she locked her open mouth against his and sought out his tongue with hers. He yielded willingly to her passionate assault, and kissed her probing tongue gently until it playfully retreated.
"So--you still love me?"
"God, Jeanette. I love you so. What a great day it was for me when you walked into my life."
"Mmmm. Colette was so right about you."
"What do you mean by that? What were you telling her about me?"
"Oh nothing," Jeanette coyly replied. "But I think I've really got something special here with you. Even if it's only been two weeks since we met." She kissed him lightly, and rubbed her hands over his bare chest. He watched her face with a somewhat puzzled expression, wondering what had transpired in her absence. He held her close, feeling her body curve against his as though it wanted to merge into him. He felt the soft pressure of her shrouded breast against his bare skin, and wondered how it would feel cupped in his hand. 
Their reverie was interrupted by the bell, summoning them to the start of another week. Another kiss, another caress, and they returned to the world of preparing for the next onslaught of campers. As they entered the dining hall with Jen and Barb, Jeanette was struck with a feeling of comfort and familiarity. She smiled contentedly throughout the pre-camp meeting and enjoyed soaking up the feelings of friendship and belonging that she was now associating with this place. She chatted happily with her cabinmates as they changed into their swimwear and prepared the waterfront for the afternoon's arrivals. She found herself looking forward to this, as though each day of camp would present endless possibilities of joy and fun--and that even the rush of evening commissary duty would hold the prospect of ending the day in Kurt's arms. 
Jeanette was not disappointed--though days were busy, there was something about being in love that lightened her steps. She quickly became the "Favorite Lifeguard" of the 9- and 10- year old girls that were camping this week. Her joy was spilling over into extra patience and friendliness with everyone. Even the dour Barb was seeking her out more. And Jen continued to help out by being quick to disappear when Kurt showed up nightly to help them close the commissary. Jeanette and Kurt continued to spend a lot of the time chatting, but they were always eager to turn off the lights, lock the door, and fall into each other's arms. 
Each night the the kisses grew longer and deeper. She let Kurt's hands roam freely over her back and over the swell of her hips. She felt his fingertips caress her buttocks through her running shorts and she sighed into his mouth. He pulled her tightly into him and she pulled his head closer as she explored his mouth thoroughly with her tongue. She thrilled at his caresses along her flank and shoulders, knowing that he was holding himself back from approaching her breasts. She responded by embracing him more tightly, so that he could feel them press against his firm chest. As she did this, she could feel his hard erection pressing against her belly, and thought back to the things Colette had said. Every night when the lights-out bell rang, they reluctantly pulled themselves apart, and walked slowly hand in hand back to her cabin for a last sweet good-night kiss. Once the lights were out in her cabin, she would caress herself, touching the full, erect nipples she longed to press into his mouth, and brushing against her damp pubic hair and swollen, wet labia. She loved feeling the arousal and need he had stirred in her, and each night it seemed, she stroked herself to climax before falling asleep. Once she even woke from a dream of him. She thought she sensed the smells of his sweat mingled with cut grass and the machine shed. Yet in this dream she was unclothed. She was straddling his legs and feeling the vibrations of the tractor engine transmitted through his hard cock pressing against her vulva. She found herself blushing even to think of it, yet held on to those thoughts as she stimulated herself to yet another orgasm before returning to her sleep. 
Week after week of campers, and the summer was starting to draw to a close. Mornings were cooler now, and the lake often had a layer of mist in the mornings. The darkness was creeping up earlier each evening, and campers sat closer to their fires at night. At the end of the second-to-last week of camp, slushie sales were noticably down, and the commissary emptied out early. There was no one left in the store when Kurt came by, and Jen had left early to hang with a favorite set of campers at their group campfire. 
Kurt looked troubled by something, but it didn't hold him back from eagerly embracing Jeanette. This evening routine had lost none of its thrill and joy for either of them. Jeanette would gather the cash box and keys and Kurt would lead them through to the adjacent office where they sat together on the counter or desk sharing deep thoughts and passionate kisses. 
"So what's on your mind tonight?"
"You."
"I mean besides that. It seems that I'm always on your mind. Not that I mind!"
"No--it's you. I mean that next week is the last week of camp, and then you'll be going back home. And the week after that it's back to college for me..."
"And you're wondering if you'll ever see me again? Or if this was just a foolish summer fling?"
Kurt nodded. Jeanette moved to embrace him. They held still for a long time. He listened to her breathing and felt that breath against his neck. She put her hand to his chest to feel and hear the strong, regular beating of his heart. She spoke first. "I don't want to leave you. Ever. Maybe it's just a foolish 'young-love' thing to say--but I feel it." 
He sighed. "I don't want to be apart from you either. You're not a foolish person, so I don't think it's a foolish thing to say. Maybe we're just getting lucky, and finding the "right one" early."
"I hope so. I hope so, darling." She smiled broadly. Looking into his eyes, she was surprised to see tears welling up, and her eyes moistened as well. "We are lucky. Lucky to have been born, lucky to have our families, lucky to have met. Lucky to have each other for a summer. I think our luck can hold out. We've got the internet, we've got cell phones and drivers licenses--and St. Cloud's only a bit more than an hour away. " She kissed him. "I think that when I get home next week, I should schedule a campus tour and get my application in soon, don't you? Mom wanted me to go to St. Cate's, but I think Dad will like the tuition bills from the state school better, don't you?" 
Kurt laughed delightedly, lifted her from the desk where she was sitting, and spun her around. "You are my Dream Come True, Jeanette Brown!" She giggled and nibbled at his ear. 
"Well, Dreams-come-true sometimes turn out to be a little wierd in the end--and I'm sure you'll have opportunity to learn that I'm far from perfect, but I don't care. I LOVE you , Kurt!" She planted a firm kiss on his mouth as he let her down slowly. They held their embrace, kissing passionately, tongues dancing playfully between their mouths. His hands slid up her back, slipping beneath her rumpled t-shirt as she shivered in pleasure. As he caressed her sides, she pulled back slightly and took his hands in hers, lifting them to her breasts. He stroked her softly, and her nipples tightened against the light material of her bra. She breathed heavily into his neck, letting her lips nibbled lightly against his skin. "Kurt..." No more words would come. Her heart was full, her stomach fluttering. "It's OK, " he whispered. 
She relaxed a little. Her arms encircled his waist lightly. She lfted her head slowly to look at his face. He stroked her cheek and brushed back a stray strand of hair. "Kurt--I don't want to stop. We need to stop--tonight--but I don't want to. If we could be alone right now, I think I'd be ripping the clothes off you for more. Do you know that?" 
"I know. Tonight's not the time. But I do want you too." 
She smiled up at him and let her hand stray his waist, then lightly tracing the ridge of the erection she had felt pressing against her belly. "That part's not in doubt." He sighed at her touch and his hands tightened slightly against her bottom. Jeanette stroked again, a little harder, and stretched up to kiss him deeply again. "Is it OK if I keep doing this?" Kurt gave no answer, just a low moan. She let her hand roam up and down over the hard bulge, then down to the softer package below. One more stroke upward and she slipped her fingers below the elastic of his waistband to trail between the coarse hairs of his lower belly and the top of his hard cock. Her fingers played lightly over its smooth, hot skin, and wrapped around to the sensitive underside, eliciting a gasp of pleasure. 
"I'm going to make a bit of a mess if you do that again." 
"You won't mind, will you? I don't want to send you away in this state." He could say nothing more, but just nodded his assent. He clutched her head closely to his chest, as she rubbed her palm slowly up and down over his shaft, teasing the head with her fingers on each upstroke. His arousal needed no more delay--only a few of these strokes and his climax was upon him. His muscles tightened, a final gasp escaped his breath, and his warm seed erupted over her hand. She held her palm against his cock and felt each pulse as the thick fluid pumped out. With her head against his chest she noted each breath, each heartbeat, and felt the tension in his arms and body slowly relax. She held him as his erection softened slightly and lightly kissed the top of his chest. The camp bell down the road rang its two muffled "lights out" chimes and Jeanette reluctantly pulled away. Kurt lifted her chin for another kiss. "It's not very fair to you. I mean...I can't return the favor." 
"Mmm--don't worry. I can take care of it myself--tonight. But if you're serious, I'll promise to give you a turn some other time." With that, she smiled slyly, pecked him on the cheek and hurried down the trail to her cabin before Kurt had time to protest. 
She slipped quietly into the cabin, though Barb was still reading a romance novel by flashlight and Jennifer was indulging in her Game Boy. Neither of them commented on her slight tardiness, and she quickly changed into her sleep shirt and laid down in her bunk. Barb sighed and turned out her light, and Jen laid her game aside. In the darkness, Jeanette felt safe to slide her hand inside her panties and touch herself. She was indeed dripping wet with arousal. Her mind played over how Kurt's cock had felt pressed against her groin, how hot it had felt in her hand. She imagined how it would feel slipping between her labia and sliding back and forth against her own little erection. She could hear that Barb was restless in her bunk, and wondered briefly if she was not the only one with erotic thoughts tonight. She turned her mind back to Kurt, the sensation of his mouth on hers, the tension of being wrapped in his arms with bodies pressed tightly together. She wanted to feel that without clothes between them. She wanted his lips on her breasts and his fingers on the places that she was pressing and probing now. She wanted... "Unnnhhh". Her climax crashed over her almost without warning. She supressed the urge to groan again louder as waves of tingling warmth spread outward from her groin and washed over her body. Her tiny nipples felt engorged and tight and echoed the spasms like ripples colliding on the lake's surface. She allowed herself one deep breath and a heavy sigh as the orgasm reverberated and faded. The restlessness two bunks over had briefly paused, but the rustling of sheets now seemed to have a somewhat more intentional rhythm. Soon, there was an abrupt pause, another quiet moan and sigh, and the movements ceased. Jeanette floated off to sleep with a smile, content for now. 
At breakfast the next morning it was business as usual. Kurt slid in next to her at their table, and briefly caressed her thigh, and she took his hand and tipped her head over to his shoulder in a demure greeting. They chatted with Barb, Jimmy, and Jennifer about nothing in particular, listened to the director's announcements, and prepared to go to their duties. Kurt stole a kiss at the dining hall back door, and Jen teased Jeanette about it as they hiked down to the waterfront. She marveled to herself at the ordinariness of it all--no heart-fluttering urgency like last night--just that content happiness and feeling of being loved and wanted. The morning went by quickly as the campers came for one last round of swimming lessons before packing for home. The staff worked in a demonstration of how to right a tipped canoe, but everyone seemed to enjoy laughing through the tipping-over part the most, so the counselors obliged them with a repeat performance. After lunch there were lots of farewells and hugs. Jeanette and Kurt were together again at the commissary, helping campers with the last minute rush of key chains, t-shirts, and candy for the trip home. Barb came in as the last bus pulled out. "What are your plans for the day off tomorrow? The girls from Oriole cabin were talking about driving up to the cities and doing Valleyfair for the day." 
"I hadn't thought through things that far", Jeanette replied, " but I'm not sure I would want to do anything that frantic. I guess I was kind of thinking about just going for a little hike here, reading, stuff like that." 
"Whatever. The invitation's open to everyone. You too Kurt! See ya at dinner!"
Jeanette locked the commissary door after Barb, and started up her closing routine as Kurt did a quick sweep up and followed her into the office. She put the cash box safely away in the locked desk drawer, and turned to Kurt who was waiting eagerly for her embrace.
"Ummm--alone at last, for a minute at least", she sighed as she brought her moist lips up to his mouth. "I've been thinking about you since the minute I left you last night".

"Me too", smiled Kurt, as he devoured her kisses. "I had a hard time falling asleep last night because of you."

"Mmmm. I slept great--but I helped myself a little, like I said."

"You mean you, uh, like, touched yourself?"

"Mmm hmm. Don't you masturbate when you're really horny? I mean, when you don't have a hot girlfriend willing to do it for you," she giggled.

Kurt blushed deeply. "Oh yeah. I-- Oh Jeanette", he stammered. "Sorry. I should be able to talk more openly about this stuff with you, shouldn't I? Stupid---".

"Hush. It's new to both of us. But yes, girls do it too, and it feels GOOD. In fact, I don't think I was the only one in my cabin getting off to get to sleep last night."

"Hmm--that might be 'Too Much Information', especially since my sister is in your cabin. But mmm--the thought of you... I wish I'd been there with you." Kurt let his body finish the idea as he held her tightly from head to toe. She thrilled again to feel his hardness pressed against her, and smiled, imagining him stroking himself to orgasm in his bed.

"Soon, love. I want to be yours. But we both have work to do--Barb will be waiting for me soon down at the waterfront, and Bob is definitely going to wonder where you've run off to."

"Yeah--that's another thing. Were you serious about staying here tomorrow on our day off?"

"I think so--do you have something in mind?"

"This morning Dad had me mowing over at the tent sites--the ones they used for the scout groups last week. The tents are still up, and I got thinking that no one goes there..."

"And you're thinking it might be a place for us to hide away together? Alone?"

Kurt nodded. "If you wanted to."

"We'll have all day together. No one will be around to walk in on us. Do you know what's likely to happen?"

"Last night I think you mentioned something about ripping the clothes off me. I guess I'm willing to take that risk."

Jeanette smiled at him. "So am I. Are you ready for this? I mean, getting naked, having sex?"

"I know. It's serious. It's the first time for both of us, so it's right that we're kind of taking our time, right? But for me, right now, it's more important that it is going to be you, than that it is going to be tomorrow, or next month, or next year. Yeah, if you said 'No' right now, I'd be willing to wait for you."

The tears in her eyes surprised Jeanette. She buried her face in his shirt and held him tightly. "Oh my god, I am so glad it's going to be you, too. And I am totally ready for it to be tomorrow!"

Jeanette struggled to put their date out of her mind as she and the others worked to clean the waterfront and prepare for next week's session. She raked weeds, shoveled sand, and inventoried life jackets. By 4:00 Barb called for an end to it and the group swam out to the diving raft and rested in the sun. The idle chatter of the others drifted to tomorrow's plans, with some controversy about whether the amusement park or a Twins game would be a better use of the afternoon. She let her thoughts drift to her own plans and felt a shiver of anticipation. Barb asked her for her opinion, and she just unenthusiastically restated her plan to stay at camp, but suggested that indoor baseball might be seen as an abomination in God's sight on a gorgeous late summer afternoon. She tuned out their response, wondering if God would be pleased with her choice of afternoon recreation tomorrow, imagining her breasts brushing against Kurt's bare chest, her thighs intertwined with his, and around them the soft breeze, rustling leaves, and birdsongs. "And He saw it and it was good", she thought to herself.

Soon the dinner bell rang, and the crew trudged back up the hill. A buffet of various leftovers from the week's offerings was arranged for the taking, with the stipulation that they do their own dishes. Bob reminded those planning to leave tomorrow that they needed to sign out and to return by 9 am the next morning and that there would be no meal service, though the dining hall would be open with cold breakfast and lunch items available. He invited them to a bonfire at his house for the evening, stating that as it was a private residence, beer and wine would be available in moderation to those responsible enough to imbibe.


Kurt stopped by the girls' cabin to escort Jeanette to the fire, a gesture that was not lost on Barb and Jennifer, but Jeanette quickly dismissed them with a stuck-out tongue and a wink, and took his arm willingly. They walked in comfortable silence toward the house at the camp entrance where the party was. No one else remarked on their closeness to each other and hand-holding as they shared light chatter with the others. Kurt sipped on a beer, but Jeanette declined. As the fire died down, Barb and Jennifer decided to leave, and Jeanette rose to join them. Kurt walked with them as far as the trail back to their cabin, where he lightly kissed Jeanette good night. Jennifer failed to supress a giggle, and Kurt threatened to chase her and Barb down to kiss them as well. They escaped screaming in mock fright, as Jeanette allowed him to kiss her more thoroughly and whisper his adoration in her ear.

"Tomorrow?" she asked.

"Tomorrow. The Ojibwe site. Last tent to the left of the flagpole."

"Oooh--you've checked this out, haven't you?"

"Be prepared. That's their motto, I guess."

"Speaking of which-- I wanted to let you know that I have some condoms. I'm not on the pill, and I guess my sister thought they should be part of my camp kit. I hear that she has some experience in this area..."

"Uh yeah...I guess that's a good idea." He kissed her again deeply. "I want you to know that whatever happens tomorrow, I'm just going to be happy to be spending time with you."

She held him tight. Her body was once again flush with arousal, and she felt his as well. "I'd better go. I'll see you tomorrow--I promise. And I'll bring lunch for us, too." Another quick kiss and she turned to leave. "I think I may have some trouble falling asleep tonight. But I'll think of you if I do." 
