Camp Reward--Part 1
 
Their second week of camp got off to a rough start. Barb returned Saturday morning with red-rimmed eyes and a rant about the now-ex-boyfriend who was apparently spending weeknights with someone else rather than waiting for weekends with her. In sympathy with her distress, Jeanette and Jen chose to not discuss what had happened with Kurt. He in turn, was nowhere to be found, having been dispatched on town errands by Bob. In addition, the weather, which had been delightful for week one, was brooding, and Sunday's forecast looked threatening. The staff met Sunday morning as usual, but spent their time working on rain contingency plans. They decided to postpone swim testing if necessary, and help the cabin staff with indoor activities in the dining hall. Noon brought word of a severe weather warning, with a line of heavy thunderstorms bearing down on the camp. Fortunately, more than half of the campers chose to delay their arrival until Monday, and the rest rode out the storm in the sturdy dining hall. The remaining campers trickled in through the day on Monday, and Team Waterfront did their best to test and orient everyone in small groups as they arrived. 

It wasn't until Tuesday evening that Jeanette saw Kurt outside of the hubbub of the dining hall. She and Jen had commissary duty, and Kurt came by, as was his habit, to help out. It was a slow evening, so as they closed, Jen decided that she had an urgent question for Jimmy and ducked out early. Jeanette was more than willing to shoo her out the door, and locked it behind her. Kurt shifted uncomfortably behind the counter at first, before slipping into customer service mode to deflect the tension. "Can I help you, miss?"

Jeanette laughed a bit, and decided to play along. "I'm looking for a field guide on 'Taming the Opinionated Female Water Sprite'. Do you have anything along those lines?"

Kurt grinned, then affected an air of mock seriousness. "I'm afraid there is no such book, as that has never been successfully accomplished. In fact, the last man to try was reduced to a quivering mass of goo and required several days of intense rehab." 

"A shame. I'd heard they are fine companions."

"Oh quite true. But they are never successfully tamed."

"I see. Then perhaps I should be leaving?"

"I would prefer to have you stay a little while."

"I would prefer to stay." She circled the counter and approached him. He held out his hands to her, palms up, and she placed her hands on top of his. "Hey."

"Hey, " he replied. 

"You OK with the other night?" 

"If I weren't OK, I wouldn't have kissed back."

"So you'd be OK if it were to happen again?"

"Maybe. If we could do it a little longer, and a little slower. And without my sister watching!"

Jeanette giggled. "She was as speechless as you were. You saw how quickly she wanted to get out of here tonight."

Kurt pulled her closer. "I'm glad you did it. I'm just not sure why."

"The only 'why' was because I wanted to. And I'm glad I did."

He wrapped his arms around her, tipped her smiling face up to his, and kissed her softly. Her lips were warm and moist against his, and she lost no time in reciprocating. If their first kisses had been an impulsive charge, tonight's were a cautious dance. They carefully touched and tested each other with the lightest pressure, keeping lips in quiet motion around and across the other's mouth. Jeanette tentatively traced his upper lip with the tip of her tongue, and he answered her with light swirl of his own. 

"Your kisses are sweet, Jeanette." 

"I really haven't had much experience. Well...truthfully, I've never kissed anyone I actually cared about before."

"Really? Then it must be the caring that makes it so good."

"What about you? Is it experience? Or something else?"

"I don't kiss and tell, but umm...there's really never been anyone serious-serious."

She grinned. "Actually I knew that. Your sister seems to have the family gift of observation, too, and she doesn't mind letting slip what she knows." 

"Ah--caught in the conspiratorial web of Team Waterfront, I see. What can I do?"

"I'd advise you to surrender peaceably. We may perhaps grant you mercy." She brought her lips closer to his. 

"I surrender." A kiss. A longer kiss. "Oh mercy."

Jen and Barb were waiting back at the cabin, pretending not to watch as Kurt escorted Jeanette up the trail. She knew they had an audience for their kiss goodnight at the door, so she made it a painfully short peck. He looked back at her longingly as she went through the door, a point that Jen was quick to pick up on. The little sister was beside herself with glee at the blossoming romance, and Barb, even though currently having no love for the male gender, joined in the girlish giggles and squeals. Later, after lights out, Jeanette lay in her bunk replaying each tender kiss in her mind. It was so wonderful to be kissed, better still that he praised her kisses and desired more. She hugged herself tightly, feeling his strong arms around her again. She felt something more as well--a fullness and moisture between her legs. She really hadn't thought about sex while kissing Kurt, but alone in her bunk she let her imagination run. It had been a couple of weeks since she last masturbated, and she let her hand wander to her mound. None of the bunks were directly visible to the others, but she paused, listening for any hint of wakefulness in the other beds. Barb was still, and Jen was obviously snoring, so she lifted her hips slightly and slid her panties off. Her legs fell apart and she gently stroked the soft hair at her groin. A tingle of desire spread across her labia. She lightly spread her inner folds and dipped a finger within, where slippery juices were forming. Capturing her lubrication on the fingertip, she felt the swollen ridge of her clitoris expanding under her touch. She wondered if Kurt would touch her here, and when. If Jen was right, he was as inexperienced as she, though she knew that his definition of inexperience might be less stringent than hers. Her other hand rose up beneath her sleep shirt to touch her erect nipples, and she sighed, imagining Kurt's fingers and mouth there. Her arousal built quickly now, and she pressed at her mound more urgently. She stroked frantically at her moistened clitoris and felt the tension build in her thighs and belly, until it broke like a thunderclap into her climax. She struggled to stay still and silent, arching her back and whimpering slightly. Fortunately neither of the others stirred, and she lay still, breathing deeply and feeling the waves of warmth radiate across her body as sleep caught up to her at last. 

For the remainder of the week, she and Kurt made no real effort to hide that they were "an item". They agreed to avoid gratuitous public displays of affection, though they were often seen walking hand in hand while travelling between their jobs. Jeanette did manage, through conspiracy with Barb and Jen, to ensure that she and Kurt were left alone each night to close up the commissary, but they actually spent as much time talking as they did kissing. Kurt quizzed her endlessly about her family, and prodded her for opinions about politics and religion. He didn't seem to care what the answers were as much as he wanted to hear her verbalize them. For her part, she listened to stories of growing up here at camp, surrounded by extended family. She was finding in him a sense of belonging, and he was just simply entranced and fascinated with her. When they would stop talking to kiss, she surprised both of them with her passion. It was as though a dam had burst and years of emotions were pouring out upon him to be willingly and lovingly absorbed.
 
Friday afternoon as the camp closed down, their conversation was shorter than usual. As the weekend approached, Jeanette started to feel that she needed to check in with her parents, and spend her day off back at home. Perhaps it was that she was opening up her feelings to Kurt that was causing her to anticipate starting a new relationship at home, or perhaps her exposure to the Walkers was causing her to long to try to communicate with her parents and siblings. She had confided these things to Kurt the night before, and he listened carefully and agreed she should go. 

One of the other counselors was driving back that evening, so as he left her at the cabin door he hugged her, kissed her lightly, and whispered something in her ear --the one thing he had wanted to say but held back since the week before. "Jeanette--I love you."

She drew in her breath and tightened her grip on his arms. Just a whispered word, but her legs suddenly felt weak. She hadn't expected that a little thing like that would break through her pragmatic reserve, but her heart was pounding, her stomach was fluttering, and her head felt light. He loved her--and she loved him, too! She kissed him passionately, not caring that Jen was surely watching through the cabin door. Her smile beamed through tears as she looked up into his eyes. "Oh Kurt--I love you, too. I love you." 

It was awkward saying good bye--they both tried to relax their hold, then not wanting to let go, pulled the other back again. Neither wished to be the first to turn away, so Jen helpfully intervened with a loud cough from inside the cabin. "What time did Beth say she was leaving, Jeannette?" 

Kurt and Jeannette broke off their embrace with a laugh, he kissed her cheek and stepped back. "Have a good weekend, I'll see you Sunday". 

"Oh you bet you will!" She stepped through the door, but glanced back to catch him looking back longingly again. 

Jen and Barb were rolling their eyes at each other. Barb just shook her head. Jeanette felt giddy and happy though, so she tackled Jen on her bunk to deliver the news with an ear-to-ear grin. "Oh my God--I never thought he could ever be like this," she exclaimed. They hugged tightly, and suddenly Jeanette was feeling weepy again. She couldn't express to them what had happened in just two short weeks--how alive she felt in their friendship, and then Kurt's attentions, and now--it was love. She grabbed her duffel of dirty laundry, kissed them them each on the cheek and hurried off to her ride home.
 
Jeanette's transformation did not go unnoticed. Her parents and Philippe had actually missed her, and were waiting at the front door for her. They were not a demonstrative family, but her happiness could not be contained, and she shattered their reserve with powerful hugs for her parents, and an extremely unwelcome sloppy kiss for Philippe. When Colette came home, the two sat up in her room gossipping and giggling well past midnight. She became somber and thoughtful though, when Jeanette began talking about her feelings for Kurt. "This sounds really serious, honey. What do you think?" Jeanette just nodded. "I mean, he doesn't seem like a guy who just wants to get into your pants, does he? But you might let him, wouldn't you?" 

Jeanette blushed. Ever since the night they had kissed passionately in the camp office, her arousal had been on the rise, and she'd masturbated almost every night. Colette was smiling at her knowingly, and added "If you need to talk about anything--ANYTHING--I'll be here, OK? But I'll just say this for now--make sure your first time is special. You only get that once." Jeanette thought she looked a little sad as she said that, but decided not to pursue it for now. She hugged her sister and thanked her.

One thought did occur to her, though. Blushing again, she made her request. Colette grinned and tip-toed off to her room, returning with a condom and sneaking a banana from the kitchen. After a quick tutorial on the mechanics and fitting of the condom, Colette also used the banana to demonstrate a few more "advanced" skills with her mouth and tongue. Jeanette giggled as she watched Colette fellate the banana, putting on a show of sexy moans. Inwardly, though, the thought of running her tongue over a hot, erect penis was producing heat in her chest and a familiar warm dampness between her legs. 

"Colette, um...", she stammered, "uh...do you like uh, actually do that? With a guy's uh thing, I mean?" She was blushing deeply by now.
 
Colette just grinned. "Oh yeah. And I LIKE it, too. It really lets YOU be in charge, and the guy LOVES it!"

"Could you tell me more? I mean...is it gross or anything?"

"Only if he's a gross guy. But if he's the kind of guy who wants to please you, and makes you want to please him... Mmmm. Nothing lets you show it to him like taking his cock in his mouth and loving him with your lips and tongue. Well, nothing except--"

"I think I get it. And should I call it a 'cock'? And uh--like when he, uh, comes...then what?"

"Yes call it a cock. And tell him you want to fuck him. And let him lick your pussy and suck your clit and fuck your cunt. And you can let him come in your mouth if you want, or on your face, or just catch it in a kleenex. Honestly--he won't care, because anything you do will feel great to him. And hopefully he'll do the same to you and have you moaning and coming under his tongue."
 
"Oh god...I don't know. I've never... I'm just having a hard time talking about this, I guess."

Colette giggled. "Don't worry. You're doing great. And in the heat of the moment with a guy you're passionate for, anything you'll say and do will be OK. If you trust him and he loves you, you can just let it all hang out and enjoy it. Just do what comes naturally and easily, ok?"

Jeanette just blushed and nodded. Colette moved close to her and hugged her, and Jeanette hugged back. "Thank you. Thanks for being so open about this."

Colette kissed her cheek and grinned. "Any time. And speaking of being open and honest, talking about this has made me REALLY hot and bothered, so I think I should probably go to bed and take care of that. And I expect you will be wanting a little time alone, too." 

Jeanette laughed and nodded. "OK. Guilty." Colette tiptoed out the door with a flirty little wave, and Jeanette wasted no time in shedding her panties. 
She took a hand mirror and inspected her aroused labia, so swollen, pink, and moist. She gently spread the inner petals with two fingers and rubbed the hard swollen ridge of her clitoris. She played with a fingertip around the entrance, and slowly began to slide it in. She'd never had anything more than a tampon inside her, but the walls of her vagina relaxed and opened easily. She didn't feel any resistance that might indicate that she had much of a hymen left, but when she opened her legs wider and slid in a second finger the tightness was momentarily uncomfortable. She paused and practiced clenching and relaxing her muscles around her penetrating fingers, then combined the tension and relaxation with slow movements in and out. It was, to say the least, a very pleasant feeling indeed. She put aside the mirror, turned out the lights, and pulled the sheet over herself. Legs spread wide and knees bent, she relaxed and slid one, then two fingers inside. Slowly she resumed sliding them in and out. Her thoughts wandered to the feeling of Kurt's arms around her, and she imagined him lying over her, smothering her with kisses. Her free hand squeezed her breasts and circled the erect nipples. She imagined his tongue lavishing over the sensitive nubs. She imagined her lips approaching the tip of his hard erection and parting to take it inside, as Colette had described. Switching hands, she brought her fingers, dripping with her juices, up to her lips and slid them inside, sucking and licking at herself. Her other hand moved to coat her swollen clitoris with her slippery juices, and her hips rose off the bed to thrust against the delightful pressure. Sucking, strumming, thrusting, her mind filled itself with thoughts of Kurt, and in a matter of seconds a powerful orgasm crashed over her. Convulsions of pleasure radiated out from her clit and enveloped her from head to toe. She gasped for breath and pressed harder against her throbbing pussy. Her vagina opened easily to accept her fingers and she relished the sense of fullness as tiny contractions rippled inside. As powerful as the climax had been, she still felt engorged and sensitive, and her other hand reached for her clitoris again. She surrendered almost wantonly to the stimulation from within and without, and drove herself joyfully to another, and yet another wave of orgasm before collapsing exhaustedly into a deep sleep. 
