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Chapter 1 - How it all began 

I've been at or around summer camps most of my life, since the age of 12.
Most of my life was spent at one place, but recently I've found myself
moving from camp to camp, finding positions where available.  Last summer,
I got a bunch of offers from various facilities.  Unfortunately, the ones
involving the most money were farther away than I wished to travel, so I
ended up taking a job as an administrative assistant at a Girl Scout Camp
in western Pennsylvania Yeah, I know what you're thinking.  How does a guy
end up working at an all-girls camp?  Well, contrary to popular opinion,
there are usually some guys at each facility, and in fact, I had quite a
good reputation for doing that particular job.  Besides, to look at me, I+m
not exactly the most threatening looking person in creation I suppose I
should take this opportunity to describe myself.  I'm 27 now, about 5'9",
skinny as a rail, blond hair, blue eyes.  Unlike most of the protagonists
in these stories, I feel no need to describe my other attributes, suffice
to say that all body parts are in perfect working order, and sufficiently
equipped to perform any tasks required.  Anyway, in order to save some
transportation costs, I offered to escort one of the buses of campers
coming from near my area.  A friend of mine dropped me off at the bus
depot, where I hopped aboard number 35 to pick up our new campers.  (A
digression here:  At this particular camp, which shall remain nameless,
girls came for either 1 or 2 weeks at a time, and ranged in ages from 6-15,
16 and up could be staff.  The majority of the staff was female, the only
other males besides myself was one cook and 3 guys who did maintenance.
And the director was a bitch, which is irrelevant, but it feels much better
to say that.) As luck would have it, I pulled an easy run, only one pickup,
then straight to camp with 22 girls.  Piece of cake.  The bus rolled into
the parking lot where we were picking up the little rugrats, and pulled up
next to a small sea of girl scouts and their parents.  I stepped off the
bus with my clipboard.  There was a small pause in the conversations around
me, probably due to the unusual sight of a guy with a name badge saying
"Girl Scouts of America Bus Leader." As I called each camper+s name, she
gave her parents one last hug, tossed her carry bag or suitcase over her
shoulder, and climbed onto the bus.  Now, up until this time in my life, I
had never REALLY considered young girls to be sexy, attractive yes, but not
really sexually.  However, some of the smiles tossed to me by these girls
on the bus put a severe hurting on my image of Girl Scouts as sweet,
innocent girls.  Still, at this point, I put it down to pre-trip jitters,
and imagination run amok.  Once we had all the girls aboard, I sat in my
seat up front, and the bus pulled away, as the parents looked like idiots
waving after the bus and crying, like they were never gonna see their kids
again.  Now this was a school bus, the kind that has a jump seat up front
in the center, and this is where I was sitting, facing all the campers, who
were in the first bunch of rows, with all their luggage behind them.  (It
never ceases to amaze me how much STUFF campers bring to camp, even if only
for a week.  Admittedly, the girl scouts were more reasonable than most,
but....Sorry, I'm rambling again).  The ride went fairly smoothly, it was
only for a little over two hours, and by a half hour into it, the girls
were singing all the classic camp favorites like (shudder) 99 bottles of
beer.  I mostly had my nose buried in a book, unless called upon in that
classic song "You're wanted on the telephone", where I poked my head and
and answered the requisite lines.  If you went to summer camp, I'm SURE you
know the song.  Anyway, during one of these rounds, I happened to notice
that one of the campers, a girl about 13 years old, has her legs spread far
apart, so that I could see her pinkish panties up under the uniform skirt
she wore.  I must have stopped and stared for a second, because I caught
her looking at me, at which time I blushed, and lowered my head.  A while
later, when the singing had toned down a bit, I heard a camper in the back
calling my name, saying she was feeling a bit sick.  After the required
handing out of the plastic bags, moving seats around, etc., I returned to
my jump seat.  As I was sitting down, I happened to glance at that 13 year
old again.  As we made eye contact, this time she smiled, and deliberately
spread her legs open to give me the same view I had before.  I was shocked.
I quickly broke eye contact.  Now, I know many of you are thinking, WHAT?
He looked away from a free show.  Remember, at this point, I didn't know
what I know now, and I was not gonna risk my job.  The rest of the trip
passed without incident, and we arrived at the campground.  As each camper
filed off the bus, I got a quick smile, or "see-ya-later".  As the 13 year
old left the bus, by accident I'm sure, her rear end brushed against my
crotch, causing a spontaneous and VERY intense erection.  She didn+t look
back.  As the campers checked in, I went over to the office and logged in
myself, got my living assignment, etc.  Most of the camp consisted of tents
on platforms, but in my case, RHIP and I got assigned to a small cabin near
the office.  It was barely big enough for the bed, dresser, and small
bathroom inside it, but hey, at least the walls were solid, and it was a
LOT easier to mosquito proof.  I later found out that the other reason I
got the cabin was that I could not very well use the bathhouses, could I?

             The first two days or so were occupied with the various
details of getting the camp up and running, ironing out kinks in the
schedules and suchlike, making sure everything was where it was supposed to
be, you get the idea.  I didn't get to see any of the campers much, except
at meals, and even then I was only in the mess hall long enough to grab
something and get back to work.  It wasn't until the fourth day or so that
I actually had the chance to get out and see the girls in activities.

  Chapter 2 - On the fourth day....

Having been cooped up in the office for the first couple of days of camp,
it was quite a relief to actually be able to get out and about the camp
grounds.  Just for your reference, I should probably describe the camp a
bit, to give you a feel for the place.  The camp facility was over 400
acres in total, only about 75-80 of which were cleared, the rest woodlands.
There were eight separate main areas, connected by paths; 4 housing areas
for different age groups (6-8,9-10,11-12, and 13+), 1 central camp area
(offices, infirmary, mess hall, staff cabins, 2 multi-purpose fields, and
the waterfront area which housed the pool and lakefront (nice sized lake,
about 15 feet at its deepest.) Each housing area consisted of a number of
tents, which housed 2-8 girls/staff depending on layout, and a shower
house.  Each area could support about 50 campers.  Besides the main area
buildings there was one large "rec hall" made out of a converted barn,
which served as an auditorium, gym, arts and craft center, rainy day play
area, whatever.  Finally, there were some smaller areas that housed things
like jungle gyms, mini-campsites, etc.  (Author's note:  forgive the
lengthy descriptions, but I said that this story was going to develop, and
it will help your imagery.  Trust me on this.) Anyway, as I was saying,
this was my first chance to get out, so I took the opportunity to take a
quick tour of the camp facilities and check in with the program staff.  I
quickly strolled around the main areas, popping in to see if the Arts and
Crafts people had their supplies (they were making those gimp bracelets.)
Don't know what gimp is?  Ask a camp person.  Trust me, they'll know.  A
softball game was going full steam among the older girls.  Want a treat?
Watch developing teenage girls run bases.  But I digress again.  Finally, I
found myself at the waterfront area, talking with the head lifeguard.  The
campers were having instructional swim, and were divided into various
ability groups.  The head lifeguard and I found ourselves distracted by a
commotion at the deep end of the pool, where some of the more advanced
ampers were working on diving.  The commotion had apparently been caused by
a rather spectacular dive by one camper, and the other girls were
applauding and asking for a repeat performance.  As the girl climbed out of
the pool, I noticed to my surprise it was the girl from the bus!  Having
the opportunity to do so at a 'safe distance', I took the time to give her
a more thorough look as she mounted the diving board.  She was about 4' 8",
no more than 90 lbs.  Long black hair ropped to just below her shoulders.
From this distance, I couldn't see the color of her eyes, and I felt
vaguely embarrassed to find I could not recall them from the bus either.
She was wearing a two piece red bikini that nicely showed off here
developing curves, almost all of her baby fat having disappeared.  The top
of her bikini was just beginning to swell with her developing breasts, and
you could see small nipples ushing out the fabric from the cold water (ever
go swimming in the mountains in the AM?).  Unfortunately, I had no more
time to look, as she dove cleanly into the water.  Single somersault, in
case you were wondering.  Suddenly I was jerked back to reality by the
lifeguard asking me a question, which apparently she had to repeat.
Hastily, to cover my embarrassment, I answered the question, and pleaded
mental fatigue from being cooped up for so long.  On the way back to the
main area from the waterfront, I found myself pondering the thoughts I
found myself having about some of our charges.  In all my years of camping,
I had thought about the sexual appeal of young girls, but only in the
abstract sense.  Suddenly, I was confronted by the realization that I was
in fact finding some of these girls attractive, and no longer in a platonic
manner!  I came from a rather conventional nuclear family.  Little on the
conservative side, never any abuse, nor alcohol problems, heck was only
spanked maybe 5 times in my life, and only when I REALLY did something
wrong.  The 'moral' part of me was telling me that this was all WRONG, but
somewhere, deep in the heart of me, I felt that these yearnings were
'right.' I put the matter on the mental back burner for a while, figuring
that regardless of my feelings, I was not going to be taking any action on
them, I ould work it out later.  Another of my responsibilities was
reviewing camper files, and as a result of such, I had a dossier on each
camper in my office.  Having returned to my office, I was idly flipping
through the binder on my desk, when my eyes fell upon a photo of the raven
haired teen from the bus and the pool.  Almost without conscious thought, I
found myself reading her file.  Her name was Andrea, she preferred to be
called ndy.  She liked swimming, diving, hiking, dance and rock climbing.
She was in fact 13 years old, having just had her birthday the previous
May.  She came from a decent sized city in Western PA, and it was her third
year at the camp.  As I closed the binder, my mind flashed back to the view
of her standing on the diving board, poised to jump, hands over her head.
I was able to clearly recall almost every detail of the scene with
surprising clarity, and found myself wondering if she had to shave to wear
the bottom of that bikini outfit.
             Just then, my reverie was interrupted, as the program director
knocked on my office door, and asked if I could do her a favor...
 Girl Scout Camp Adventures:

Chapter 3 - On the ropes...

"A favor?", I asked the Program Director.  I've learned to be wary when
someone asks me a uestion like that, sometimes you bite off more than you
can chew.  This one was fairly straightforward though, the staff person who
handled our adventure challenge program was "feeling a little out of sorts"
(any guesses, people?) and could I fill in?  Being qualified to handle such
things, and more than ready for another reason to get out of the office, I
gladly agreed.  This particular morning, there was a group of 9 of the
younger girls, aged 10 or so.  We were working on the low challenge course,
which is a collection of obstacles that the girls had to pass, working as a
group.  To digress for a moment, and answer a reader question, the girls
were not required to wear niforms at all times, only on "official" Girl
Scout occasions.  The first challenge was called the 'all-aboard' and
consists of a platform about 3 feet square, and 1 foot off the ground.  The
object is to get all your team onto the platform at the same time, for long
enough time to sing a refrain of a popular song, which this time was "Row,
Row, Row your boat." (Author Note:  I don't want to give away the solution
to these problems, so in some cases I am fudging a bit.  Please understand!
Thanks!) Of course, as soon as I started the clock to measure the time it
took to complete the problem, all the girls attempted to race onto the
platform at once.  One of my roles during this type of activity was to
"spot" the campers, making sure that no one got hurt.  As the girls
attempted to complete the problem, many fell off the platform, wherein I
found myself in the position to catch them.  As I did this, I found myself
inadvertently making contact with the girls' lower back, thighs, rear ends,
and chests.  To my embarrassment, I found myself growing excited.  To my
relief, the girls managed to complete the task at hand before I lost my
composure, and we went on to the discussion phase of the program.  The rest
of the day passed without incident, and I retired to my cabin after dinner
to prepare for the evening's activity, a dance.  I must admit, I was
curious to see how a dance would go at an all-girl facility.  As was
becoming a regular occurrence at camp, again I found myself surprised.
Many girls at the dance paired off, or formed groups, including the staff.
I myself was working with the DJ, but took the opportunity to dance with a
number of the female staff, and on one occasion found myself inside a horde
of surprisingly provocatively dressed campers.  I escaped with my composure
and dignity intact, and ended up quite enjoying the evening.  As I climbed
into bed, and began to drift off into sleep, my mind focused on two of the
younger female staff (Bethany and Robin, I think their names were)who had
been dancing together, and at occasion quite closely during the evening....

INTERLUDE CHAPTER+3 - Dream Sequence...

It was after 11pm, and the dance had just ended, although the DJ and myself
were letting some music play for the staff as we cleaned up the lights and
stuff.  Finally, all the equipment away, we loaded the DJ's equipment into
his car, and I went back into the Rec Hall to turn off all the lights.  As
I stepped up on the stage to hit the breaker, I heard what sounded like a
squeak and a moan coming from behind the ackstage curtains.  Fearing a wild
animal of some sort, this being the woods after all, I cautiously peeked
around the backdrop.  Well, it was wild anyway.  Bethany and Robin, two of
the female staff I had seen earlier dancing together were locked in an
embrace, and I could see their tongues dancing into and out of each other's
mouths.  Bethany was 17 years old (I think), about 5'2", nicely built if a
little on the skinny side, with full breasts and some amazing lips.  Long
dark brown hair down almost to the middle of her back accented her eyes,
which were a brilliant hazel.  She was wearing a light blue halter top
which left her middle bare, and some jeans which were so tight as to look
almost painted on.  Robin was 16, about the same height as Bethany,
although a bit stockier (but still slim by most standards).  Her breasts
were not as developed as Beth's, but the nipples were prominent through the
navy blouse she was wearing.  She had shorter hair, of a lighter shade of
brown, which curled a little at the end, just above the base of her neck.
Her ass was tight and firm, nicely accented by the denim shorts she was
wearing, which also showed From where I was standing, the hanging backdrop
obscured most of me from the view of the girls or anyone who should happen
to walk into the mostly darkened Rec Hall, and since the girls seemed
"wrapped up" in each other, I threw caution to the winds and decided to
enjoy the show.  Beth pulled her face away from Robin's and began to nuzzle
the side of her neck.  I watched as Robin's hands slowly slid up under the
other girl's shirt, and through the thin material, I could see her fingers
gently massage Beth's breasts, rolling the nipples between her fingers.
Beth raised her head and let out a small moan (the sound I heard before).
Robin took the opportunity and quickly flipped Beth's top over her head.
Beth stood up straight, revealing her breasts, which were indeed nicely
developed with light pink aureole and eraser sized nipples.  They weren't
revealed for long, as Robin dropped her head and began to work on first
one, then the other with her lips and tongue.  Beth clearly appreciated the
attention, hrowing her head back, and reaching around to stroke Robin's
back with both hands.  This went on for a few minutes, until Beth finally
pushed Robin's head away, saying she couldn't take it anymore, and now it
was Robin's turn.  Grinning, she slowly unbuttoned Robin's blouse, taking
her time with each button, to Robin's obvious discomfort.  Finally, all the
buttons were undone, and the blouse swung open.  Robin's breasts were not
very large, but they were more than sufficient for Beth, who returned the
attention Robin had been giving her earlier.  As Beth sucked gently on the
other girl's rapidly hardening nipples, one of her hands reached down and
began working with the snap of the younger girl's shorts, opening them, and
pulling the zipper downward.  A quick tug cause the shorts to drop to the
ground, revealing a pair of skimpy white panties, which barely covered
Robin's rear.  Robin drew in a quick breath as the cooler night air struck
her now exposed skin, and another as Beth's hands began to caress her
cheeks.  Beth stopped, and stood up, smiling widely and pausing for a quick
but deep kiss as she shimmied out of her jeans.  I'd tell you what kind of
panties were revealed, except she wasn't wearing any...  As Beth skinned
out of her jeans, Robin hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her own
panties and pushed them down, leaving both girls completely naked.  Both
were naturally brown haired.
             Robin pushed Beth down onto a gymnastics mat that had been
left there, and knelt down between her friends legs.  Beth lay there with
her knees up, giving me a delicious view as Robin began to gently run her
finger up and down her friend's cunt.  Soon, you could see the moisture
form around the edges of Robin's young hole as her arousal grew, also
evidenced by the moaning the prone girl was doing.  Beth's groaning and
shaking grew as Robin slowly slipped one finger into her now wet cunt, and
began to move it in and out rhythmically.  Robin slowly increased her pace,
then added an additional finger.  Beth almost flew off the mat.  As Robin
watched her friend shudder, she abruptly withdrew both fingers.  Beth
gasped in shock at the sudden loss of sensation, and begged Robin to
continue.  Robin smiled and shook her head.  I unconsciously held my breath
as I watch Robin slowly lower her head to the level of Beth's soaking wet
pussy.  Would she?  Pausing only to flick a strand of hair out of the way
that had fallen across her face, Robin dove right in.  Beth's hips lifted
off the mat as Robin worked her tongue around her inflamed labia, pausing
to give her clit a lick or nibble each time she passed it.  The older
girl's moaning was so loud, I was afraid the whole camp would be coming
soon!  Robin added a probing finger to her rapidly moving lips and tongue,
and the combination proved too much for Beth to bear.  Her entire body
jerked and spasms rippled throughout her muscles as she was racked by a
powerful orgasm.  Robin continued to work her fingers in and out of the
other girl's cunt until Beth stopped shaking and settled to the mat.  Robin
took a quick look at her watch.  "Shit, we have to be back in the tents
before curfew!  But next time, its MY turn!" Both girls grinned at each
other as they rapidly cleaned themselves off.  As they got dressed, I took
the opportunity to slip away.

END INTERLUDE

As I woke up the next day, I found my sheets in disarray.  Must have been
one hell of a dream!  I made my way to the mess hall after a quick shower.
While eating breakfast, I noticed two of the girls that had been dancing at
the party the night before, and the strangest thought ran through my mind
Naaaaahhhh......
  
Chapter 4 - Did someone call for Roto Rooter?

Well, by the fifth days, things had pretty much settled into routine, and
after breakfast, I checked in with the office to see what the day held.  To
my surprise, there was a note from the director, asking me to stop by her
office.  Normally, I+met with the director every evening, before dinner, to
go over the events of the day.  I knew of nothing of import that had
happened during the day, so needless to say, I was wondering what was up.
Closing the door to my office, I walked across the main lobby, and knocked
on the director+s door.  "Come in." I heard her voice through the wood of
the door.  I opened the door and entered.  Tracy (that+s the director) was
sitting behind her desk.  She was an attractive woman, probably 32 or so,
about 5'11", maybe 120 lbs, long black hair, and some AMAZING+breasts.
Dragging my attention back up to her face, I tried to listen to what she
had to tell me.  Fortunately, it was nothing much.  (I was afraid that she
had somehow magically learned of my new leanings).  Apparently, the
maintenance work had gotten a bit piled up, and me being fairly good with
such things, would I+mind lending a hand.  +Well, it sure beat paper
shuffling, and I could use the exercise.  I spent the rest of the morning
doing fairly routine maintenance, like clearing brush, minor repairs, and
suchlike.  I had gotten to be pretty good friends with the head maintenance
guy, Mike, so I didn+t get stuck with the truly disgusting jobs,like trash
collection.  After lunch, I was planning on getting back to the woods, when
Mike called me over.  pparently, one of the showerhouses was having a
plumbing problem, and he didn+t trust his other guys to handle it, nor did
he have time.  +No problem,+ I said, grabbed a set of plumbing tools, and
headed off to the 13+ age campsite.  Yelling to make sure the coast was
clear, I went into the bath house, and hung a sign on the outside of the
door, warning the girls that I was in there.  Apparently, the hot water
pressure was low, which usually meant an air bubble somewhere in the
system, which could cause REAL problems later (boom!).  The simplest way
was to bleed the whole system, one segment at a time.  I stripped down to
bathing trunks, and got to work, opening valves at each segment of the
water system and checking for air pressure.  The way our showerhouses were
set up, there were three rooms, one with sinks and toilet stalls, one
larger room with the showerheads running down the middle, and a combination
entry/towel room which also had the water heating equipment.  The entire
building was elevated about 16 inches to allow for access to the plumbing
beneath.  In this particular showerhouse, the pipes to the shower area ran
INSIDE a wall, with about 12 inches of clearance, and OF+COURSE one of the
access valves was at the far end of the wall.  Mumbling curses at the
person who designed this system, I stuffed myself into the wall, and began
slithering down to the other end, a distance of about 12 feet.  As I was
about halfway there, I heard the sound of girl+s voices and footsteps
entering the building.  I started to call out to warn them of my presence,
apparently they had missed the sign, but the dust that had piled up in the
crawlspace lodged in my throat, and I could only manage a choking gasp.
Before I could clear my throat to try again, I heard their voices as they
stepped into the shower area.  Directly in front of me, there was a small
gap where the wall boards did not fit together correctly, and I had a clear
view of the center portion of the shower room.  My jaw must have hit the
floor.  Directly exposed to my now staring eyes was a group of totally
naked teens.  Any thoughts of calling out were quickly forgotten as my eyes
took in the collection of bare asses, breasts, and pussies that were
displayed in front of me.  I lost view of most of them as they spread out
to the various shower heads, but one girl stood directly in front of me.  I
had seen her around camp before, but was not sure what her name was, and to
be frank, I didn't really care at that point.  She stood facing away from
me as she washed her hair, giving me a perfect view of her wet ass as the
water ran down.  Every time she tilted her head back to rinse out the
shampoo, I could just see the sides of her breasts.  +Based on their
moderate size, I guessed she was 15 years old or so.  After she finished
washing her blonde hair, she bent over to pick up her soap from the dish on
the floor, and my breath literally stopped as her pussy was exposed to me.
She was a natural blonde.  I started to breath as she stood up again, and
began to soap her body.  She started at the bottom, taking care to fully
wash each foot and leg, running her soapy hands over every muscle.  Every
time she bent over slightly, or flexed her legs, I got a tantalizing view
of her young cunt.  Her hands moved up to her ass, making sure to soap the
crack between her cheeks, and then moved up to do her back.  As she turned
to rinse off her back, I was treated to a wonderful view of her soaking
body.  Water was dripping off her pink nipples, and I followed the drops
down to her cunt, which was also dripping.

My eyes quickly returned to her chest as she began to soap each breast,
running the bar over first one, then the other.  At this point, I had to
shift within the wall space to make room for my erection, which was
stronger and harder than any I had ever had in my life.  Somehow, I felt it
grow even more as I watched her hand move down to clean between her legs.
Unfortunately, my view was lost as she turned around to rinse, and then
moved off to get her towel.  I had some nice glimpses of other female flesh
as the girls walked past to exit the shower area.  Once I heard them all
leave the building, I had to wait until my breath, and my pants returned to
normal, finished up my work, and exited.  Yes, that WAS the bad valve.  On
the way out of the building, I noticed that my sign was laying in the muddy
dirt under the shower house.  There were no tears in the sign where the
thumbtack had been, so I knew some joker had removed it.  Not that I was
complaining.  Gathering up my gear, I headed back to the shop, then my
cabin, so 'I' could get a shower.  After dropping off the tools, I returned
to my cabin, and found a note pinned to the door.  Reading it as I entered
my room, I collapsed on the bed in shock.  "Did you like the show I set up
for you?  I moved your sign, didn't think you'd mind.  More to come.
Andy."
                
Chapter Five - RAnd on the sixth day....S

After the little escapade in the shower, all I wanted to do was restand
relax, but the guys from aintenance all had the night off.  So, wewent into
town and hit the local watering hole.  By the time we gotback, I was in no
shape to consider what had happened that night, letalone what to expect for
the day ahead.

My maintenance work the day before had put me a bit behind on mypaperwork,
so I expected to spend the morning in the office catchingup.  While I was
working, the director stopped in to let me know shewas leaving camp for a
few hours, therefore I was in charge.  Noproblem, part of the job.  I went
back to my paperwork (reviewing the medical logs.  There are fewways to
better ruin a good breakfast than by reading notes of treatmentfor yeast
infections.)About midway through the morning, there was a knock on my
office door.  Pushing aside the pile of medical logs (amazing how much
happens in sixdays), not without a little relief, I called for the knocker
to comein.

Knocker was right, or rather RknockersS would be more accurate.  Jackiewas
at the door, the head of the 13+ camper group.  She was a tall,willowy
blonde, about 6U2S, with VERY large breasts.  To compoundthings, she liked
to wear shirts that were always JUST large enough tocomply with the dress
code.  Barely.
RDave?S she said.  (ThatUs me).  RIUve got a small problem.  Got aminute?S
RSure, whatUs up?S I replied.  RIUve got a camper who says she has a
problem but wont talk to me.  I wanted Tracy, but her secretary said she
was out of camp.  Can you takea shot at it?S RMore than happy to.  Send her
in.S ROne minute...S Jackie went out, and I heard her speak to someone fora
second, but I couldnUt make out what was said.  I waited a moment,then I
heard footsteps.  In walked the camper in question, and struggled to
maintain a neutral expression.  It was Andy!  My hearttried to call into my
throat as she closed the door behind her.
My office was rather small, so I didnUt keep a second chair around,just
dragged one in from outside if I needed it.  Andy looked aroundfor a
second, then perched on the corner of my desk.
It didnUt help my mental state much that Andy was wearing some denimshorts
over what was either a body suit or bathing suit that showed offher
developing curves.  Except for those, all she was wearing was apair of
sandals, and for a moment, I found myself mysteriouslyfascinated by the
sight of her bare toes.  I forced my mind back toreality.  RSo, Andrea, is
it?  What can I do for you.S
              She looked down at the desk for a second, then back up.
Clearing herthroat with a little cough, she began to speak with a soft
voice.  RWell, actually, I wanted some advice, and I didnUt wanna talk to
Jackie cause of rumors, and well, you know...S RGo on...S
            RWell, there is this guy I like, heUs like back home, and IUm
not surewhat to do about it.  HeUs kinda shy and I donUt wanna make
himnervous?  IUve been thinking about him for 5 days now..  What can Ido?S
            I took a moment to frame a reply in my mind.  It was hard
toconcentrate because Andy kept crossing and uncrossing her legs,
showingoff her muscles from the various sports she participated in.
Finally,I got my thoughts together.
            RWell, honey, I think youUre a little young to really have to
worryabout these things yet, but I promise you, when the time comes,
youUllknow just what to do.S
            I know, it was a stock answer, and really evaded the question,
but whatcould I have said?  Besides, it seemed to satisfy her.
             She smiled as she stood up.  RThanks, Dave, IUm glad you
understand.  I just needed to tell SOMEBODY....S With that, she ran around
my desk to give me a quick peck on the cheek.  Somehow, our heads seemed
not quite to link up, and her lips grazed my ear instead.  I swear I
noticed what felt like a tongue for a brief moment, but before I could
react, she was out the door, closing it behind her with a wiggle of her
denim covered bottom.
             I tried to return to my paperwork, but it really didnUt appeal
to me.  Seemed like an early lunch was in order.
             Thanks to my early break, I ate lunch before the rest of the
camp.  With that, I had the time while the campers were eating to take care
of some errands around camp.  One of these was to do my laundry.  The camp
had a small laundry facility to handle the staff and campers who would be
at the camp more than a couple of weeks.  It was nice and empty as I washed
and dried my clothes.
             Back in my cabin, while putting my clothes away, I noticed
something with my stuff that was that most definitely not there when I
started.  It was a small pair of girls white cotton underpants.  There was
no name tag attached, I guess someone had left them in the drier.
            As I sat there with the panties in my hand, I tried to imagine
whose they were.  My mind started wandering, filled with images of teen and
pre-teen girls all modelling the underwear, a la Cinderella.  With a small
sigh of regret, I put them aside to go in the lost and found, and put the
rest of my stuff away.
            After lunch period, the campers returned to activity, and
finally all was back to normal, camp, life.  Yeah.  Right.
           Right after the beginning of sixth period, the director came
back.  I had finally finished my paperwork, so I took advantage of the down
time to take a stroll around the grounds.
           I was walking along one of the side trails.  This particular
trail went behind one of the small clearings that we used for campfires,
small group stuff, etc.  I heard voices coming from behind the bushes that
ringed the clearing, followed by a bunch of giggles.  Feeling a bit nosy< I
stopped to listen.  I didnUt recognise any of the voices, but the words
were clear if I concentrated.
          RTruth,S said one girlUs voice.

          RYou sure?S asked another voice.

           RYup!S the first voice replied.

           ROkay, you have to tell us about the furthest you ever went with
a guy, and exactly how it happened.  And remember, you HAVE to tell the
truth.S There were a few giggles.  ROh boy......S There was a pause,
followed by an embarrassed cough.  RWell, the furthest I got was my
boyfriend put his hand in my undies, and I felt his thingie...S
           There was a chorus of ROohs and AaahsS RSo what happened?S
another voice asked anxiously.  I settled down.  This sounded like it was
going to be interesting.
           The first girl continued.  RIt was at a school dance.  It was in
the gym, and the music was really lame, so my boyfriend said he wanted to
show me this secret spot behind the bleachers.  He took my hand and we
snuck past a couple of teachers behind the bleachers.  It was dark back
there, and no one could see in.  I thought were were just gonna like, kiss,
and stuff, since we did that before.S
           There was another pause.  The girl who asked the question
prompted the first one to continue.  RWell, thatUs what we did at first, we
like kissed a little bit.  He even kissed my neck and stuff, it felt really
neat.  We did stuff likethat for a while, then suddenly, I felt him touch
my boobies.S I almost snickered out loud at the way she used the word
RboobiesS, but I held it in and listened as she continued.
           RI was really scared at first, but it felt kinda good, and I
started to feel tingly, you know, down there...  He started to move his
hand around a little, and the tingly feeling got stringer, specially when
he kissed me at the same time.
           After a few minutes, it got to be a little uncomfortable, you
know, down there, so I told him to stop.  When he stepped back, I noticed
the bulge in the front of his pants.  It was dark, but my eyes were used to
it, and I could see it was big.  My sister told me that happens when guys
get excited, and I was kinda curious, so I reached down and touched it.
            He jumped back really fast, and I was scared I hurt him.  I
asked him if it hurt, he said no, he was just startled, it felt really
good.  It took me a minute to get up the courage, but I reached down and
touched it again, and this time I kept my hand there, and rubbed it a bit,
like he did my boobies.
            While I was rubbing his thingie, I felt his hand touch the
front of my skirt.  I got scared again, but it felt so good, I didnUt want
him to stop.  When he pushed down a little, the tingly feelings I had got
so strong I almost fell down!  We just stood there like that for what
seemed like hours.
            Finally, we took our hands away from each others privates.  I
thought we were done, but he told me his brother told him it felt REALLY
good if the boy touched the girl WITHOUT clothes, and he asked me if that
was okay.
           Again, I got scared, but I knew he wouldnUt hurt me, but I could
only nod yes.  I closed my eyes, and I felt him push up the front of my
skirt.  His finger ran up my leg and touched the front of my panties.  The
tingly feelings were REALLY strong now.  He pushed the middle of my panties
aside, and as soon as he touched me, I let out a gasp, cause it felt sooooo
good.
           I musta scared him, cause he yanked his hand back, like I did.
I told him it was okay, it felt really good, but before I could ask him to
do it again, the music stopped and we had to go back to the gym before we
got caught.  Okay, I told.  WhoUs turn is it now?
           Another voice spoke up RSSSSSH!  She Us coming back.  I heard
the sounds of what must have been the counselor returning.  I continued on
the path.  Never did find out what group that was.
          Thankfully, dinner was uneventful, and I retired to prepare for
the evenings activity.  The night before the end of each week, we always
had a campfire to say goodbye to the girls who were leaving.  We gave out
little awards and such.  It was always a really good time.
            As it got dark, we all gathered in the the big fire site, where
Mike had a large bonfire already going.  We sang songs, gave out the
awards, and generally just hung out.  After the ceremonies were ended,
everyone went back to their tents.
            One of the less enjoyable aspects of my job was night patrol.
This job rotated among the Upper staff, and consisted of walking around
camp until late in the AM, at least until 2.  This night, it was my turn,
            So after making sure that all of the kids were away in tents, I
released the staff to go out.  (Staff also rotated who stayed behind with
each group of kids)
  The night went surprisingly peacefully, all the staff got back before
curfew, except one.  One of the counselors from the 13+ group had not come
back yet.  Her friends said her boyfriend from back home had picked her up.
  I had a pretty good idea what was going on, and took a walk to the
parking lot.  Sure enough, there were distinct moans coming from a van
parked at the end of the lot.
  I walked up to the van, which was rocking gently.  The windows were
fogged, but I found a small patch on the side window that was clear and
peered in.
  It was a little dim, but I could still make out the scene inside the van
quite clearly.  Nikki, the counselor was on all fours on a mattress in the
middle of the van, naked except for what appeared to be a garter belt.  Her
firm breasts, which were larger than I expected were hanging down and
swaying from her motion.  She was moving back and forth in a steady rhythm,
as her boyfriend, who I couldnUt see, pounded into he from behind.  Based
on her expression, though, he must have been good.
  As I watched, their tempo increased rapidly, and I heard grunts and moans
coming from both of them.  Suddenly, with an almost animal roar, he lunged
forward.  Her head arched back, and she let out a long moan, slumping
forward onto the mattress.
  Deciding I had been nice enough, and that the show was over anyway, I
slipped away from the van, then walked back towards it, making sure to make
plenty of noise.
  From inside the van, I could hear movement, and what sounded like
cursing.  I announced in a loud voice 20 minutes past curfew!!
  About a minute later, the side door popped open, and Nikki stepped out.
She was wearing a white blouse and jeans.  The buttons on her blouse were
buttoned wrong, and the snap to her jeans was undone.  She only had a sock
on one foot.  Her hair was in disarray, and I noticed she had very
attractive blue eyes.  I stared at her sternly for a few seconds.  We
decide what to do about your missing curfew later.  For now, please go back
to your tent.S She didnUt reply, just hurried past me.
  As I walked back to camp proper, I heard the van leave behind me.
Nothing else happened, and I returned to my cabin to sleep.  What a day.
 
Chapter 6 - "Enter Player, Lunch May Be Late"
 
           The changeover days at camp were always some of the most
frantic, with new campers arriving, other campers leaving, sometimes even
staff coming and going.
           Fortunately, the first changeover was always the easiest, as
very few girls stayed for only the first week, and there were not many new
arrivals.  On this particular day, 9 campers were leaving, all from the
youngest group, with 6 new campers, also all headed for that group.  In
addition, there was one counselor, Kate, arriving from England, where she
had been delayed by school obligations.
         Tracy was taking care of the camper changes, while I took the camp
wagon to the nearby train station to pick up Kate, who had flown into New
York, and taken Amtrak from there.
         Traffic was light, and I arrived several minutes before the train
was due to come in.  I parked the wagon, went inside, and sat on a bench to
wait for the train.  As I waited, I amused myself by watching women walk by
and imagining them naked, or in various sexual positions.  However, after
my recent camp experiences, I found myself also looking at their teen-age
and younger daughters, and imagining the possibilities.
          All too soon, my daydreaming was interrupted by the PA system
announcing the arrival of Kate's train.  I hurried down to the arrivals
platform.  I had no idea what she looked like so I was carrying a sign with
her name on it so she could find me.
          As people got off the train, I looked over each one, trying to
guess which was Kate.  As I was peering at a redhead who had just stepped
off, I felt a touch on my shoulder, "Are you from the Girl Scout Camp?"
          I turned to where the voice had come from and almost dropped my
sign.  Holding a backpack and smiling was one of the most gorgeous women I
had ever seen.
         Kate was about 5'7", maybe 100 lbs.  She had light brown, straight
hair that hung across her face in a curl.  Her eyes were a clear brown,
setting off a face that could easily qualify for the cover of any magazine.
        Her face was so beautiful, I almost didn't look at the rest of her,
but my base instincts got the better of me, and I managed a quick scan
before I stuttered out "Yes, um, hi!  I'm Dave, the Admin Asst.  You must
be Kate!"
         She was wearing a tight grey knit shirt that showed off her
breasts, which were just the right size for her frame.  It was obvious she
was not wearing, nor did she need, a bra.  Sweatpants covered her legs, but
could not conceal the curves beneath.
        Once I got my eyes back in my head, I took her pack and we went to
the wagon.  The drive back to camp passed quickly as we talked about the
differences between England and the US, camp, etc.  After we arrived at
camp, I turned her over to Jackie, who would be her supervisor.
 
Interlude:  "Now We're Cooking"
 
(Author's Note:  I actually found out about this incident after the
summer, but its included here for chronological reasons.  I'm still not
sure why there was a video camera in the kitchen.  No, the tape is not
available.)
         Because of everything else going on on changeover days, we liked
to keep everything else as simple as possible.  Breakfast was usually
cereal, milk, toast, etc., and sandwiches for lunch.  The kitchen crew took
advantage of this by scheduling an easy morning, and usually cooked up
something special for dinner to welcome the new campers.
         Breakfast had just finished, and cleaned up, and only the chef,
Tom, was working in the kitchen, slicing some meat for lunch.  Tom had been
with the camp for about 3 years, my age, he worked the ski resort kitchens
in the winter, and camp in the summer.  To help him out, the camp hired a
bunch of 16-17 year olds, and usually one older girl, as assistants.  Often
campers would help out, also.
        Tom was a good looking guy, fairly muscular, a little on the tall
side.  Perpetually unkempt blond hair and blue eyes made him look like the
stereotypical "surf dude", so everyone called him the Big Kitchen Kahuna.
       Anyway, as Tom was slicing, one of his workers, Tiffany, came into
the kitchen.  I hate to say it, but Tiffany as the stereotypical mall
chick.  Not all that much in the way of brains, but a body to kill for.
       She was 17, about 5'5", 95 pounds tops, a good portion of which was
taken up by her chest.  When she came into the kitchen, she was wearing a
bright pink tank top, cut low in front to expose her cleavage.  A grey
towel was wrapped around her waist.

"Hey, Tom...." she said.
 
"Hey, you're off.  What are you doing here."
 
"I was out tanning on the lawn, and I got a little hungry, so I came here
for a quick snack"
 
Tom went back to slicing, "Help yerself." Tiffany turned around to
rummage through a rack of snacks on the far wall.

         As she bent over to look at a lower shelf, her towel slipped from
her waist, and fell to the ground.  So did Tom's jaw, as the piece of
sandwich he was nibbling on fell from his slack hand.  Tiffany was wearing
a "thong" style pink bikini bottom.  The back strap of the bikini was
wedged in between her cheeks, so far in to be almost invisible.
        Tiffany turned around to pick up her towel, and noticed the
expression on Tom's face.  She smiled, and struck a modelling posed.  "Like
what you see?" Tom could only nod as he stared at the tiny pink triangle
that made up the front of the bikini bottom.
           The 17 year old left her towel and walked in front of Tom,
standing close enough that her breasts were just touching Tom's shirt.
Hesitantly, Tom lowered his face to hers, as her hands reached up his back.
         Their mouths locked, tongues visibly duelling every so often.
After a couple of moments, the two broke off, winded.  Tom cleared off the
table he was working on, as Tiffany lifted her tank top up and over her
head.  She was wearing a matching bikini top that only barely covered her
extended nipples with two pink triangles.
         Tom finished clearing the table, and Tiffany gave a little leap
and sat on the edge.  She gave a little cry as her nearly bare bottom came
in contact with the cold stainless steel.  Tom grinned as he moved his
mouth back to hers, using his hands to stroke her sides.
         Tiffany moaned slightly as she tried to unbutton Tom's chef coat
by feel.  It took a few moments, but neither of them seemed to be in any
hurry to break up their oral battle.  Finally, the last button was undone,
and she ran her hands over his exposed chest.
         her back suddenly arches as Tom brought his hands up from where
they had been caressing her back and sides, cupping her bikini covered
breasts.  His thumbs gently stroked the erect nipples through the fabric.
         Tiffany threw her head back as Tom moved his mouth away from hers
and shifted it to the side of her neck.  With a playful shove, she pushed
Tom backwards so she could remove his coat.  The coat fell away to the
floor and Tiffany smiled as she admired his smooth, muscular, chest.
         Grinning wickedly, Tiffany licked her fingertips and used the
moistened digits to stroke Tom's nipples, causing him to gasp.  "Only being
fair, " she said, "you did it to me."
         Tom replied, "Fair's fair, huh?" With that, he slipped his thumbs
under the shoulder straps of her bikini top, sliding them down her arm
slowly.  As his thumbs moved, he kissed each inch of newly exposed flesh as
the top slowly lowered.  Finally letting the straps drop, Tom reached
around and pulled the knot on the back of the top, and tugged it away,
dropping it on the table.  Pausing for only a moment, he bent his head to
the exposed breasts.
         Tiffany's breasts seemed even larger out of their confinement, and
Tom didn't seem to mind as he switched from one to the other, using his
tongue to excite the eraser shaped nipples poking out from half-dollar
sized aureolae.  Tiffany quivered and let out little moans as he sucked one
of her nipples into his mouth, while playing with the other between his
thumb and finger.  He hands, which had been clutching Tom's back, now
dropped to hang limply at her sides.
          With one shudder, Tiffany roused herself, and as Tom continued to
work his magic on her breasts, her hands touched the sides of his
chest,trailing downwards until she reached the waistband of his slacks.
With a quick flick, she undid the button and zipper, and Tom's trousers
fell to his ankles, leaving him standing in his white boxers, which showed
an obvious, and large, erection.
          Not missing a beat, Tom stepped out of his trousers and kicked
them away.  His hand left Tiffany's breast, and quickly moved down, causing
to her shudder yet again as it passed her belly button.  Finally, the hand
came to rest on her thigh, just above the knee.  He began to inch it up her
thigh slowly, as she spread her legs apart.  A damp spot clearly showed in
the center of her pink bikini.
           So as not to be outdone, Tiffany started to caress Tom's dick
through the boxers.  The lump became even more noticeable, as the tip began
to edge its way towards the elastic waistband of his boxers.  Not waiting
for it to arrive, Tiffany slipped her hands inside the material and pulled
down, leaving Tom completely naked.  Tom's dick, easily 8" long and 1 1/2"
wide sprang free.
           Finally pausing, Tom removed his face from where it was buried
between Tiffany's breasts, and smiled, as he moved his free hand down
opposite the hand still working its way up her thigh at a maddeningly slow
pace.
            Both hands stopped at mid-thigh, as Tiffany fruitlessly tried
to slide her hips forward.
 With her small hands, Tiffany began to stroke Tom's engorged cock, making
a fist with one hand at the base and moving up, then repeating the process,
one hand after the other.  Tom was barely moving as he concentrated on the
sensations that Tiffany was creating.
          Taking advantage of Tom's lack of motion, Tiffany used the
opportunity to slip off the edge of the table and kneel down in front of
him.  As she looked up at him, she stuck out her tongue and lapped up a
drop of pre-cum that had formed on the tip of his penis, which throbbed as
if it had a life of its own.  With an elfin grin, Tiffany opened her lips
and engulfed the head.  Tom closed his eyes as her lips worked their way
down his shaft, finally stopping as the head hit the back of her throat.
         Tiffany sucked in her cheeks and slowly withdrew the organ from
her mouth, stopping as she reached the tip, then repeating her actions.  As
her head began to move faster, Tom began to rock his hips in rhythm,
thrusting his dick into her eager mouth.  Both began to moan as their
motion, now completely in sync reached a frantic pace.  Suddenly, with one
final spasm, Tom thrust forward and with a loud groan, explosively came
into Tiffany's mouth.  Her throat worked as she swallowed the cream that
must have flooded from the now softening dick, which finally slipped from
her slack lips.
         Tom looked down with a satisfied smile, clearly ready to return
the oral favor, when from the dining hall came the sounds of campers,
arriving to help set up for lunch.  Quickly, the two dressed and cleaned up
the evidence of their tryst.
 
END interlude (This DOES explain the large budget expense for meat that
week.)
 
Return to normal time line:

       Every day after lunch, we had health call, during which the nurse on
duty administered any medication, checked on ill campers, and otherwise
made sure all campers are healthy.  If I had time, I tried to help out when
I could, issuing meds and treating minor problems, like poison ivy,
scratches, etc.

        With changeover completed, I had some time on this particular
Sunday, which was a stroke of good luck, as there seemed to be a longer
line than usual.  Apparently, the middle aged girls had decided to play a
little pick-up soccer after they finished eating, and I got to treat an
assortment of cuts and scrapes.  Last in my line was Hillary, a camper who
complained her ankle hurt.
       I asked her to hop up on the desk I used as my exam table, and
stretch out her leg.  Sure enough, the ankle was slightly swollen.  As I
gently checked the ankle, I noticed that the hem of her baggy shorts had
fallen open, allowing me a partial view between her legs.
        The view was not good, but I could see enough to be pretty sure
this girl was not wearing any underwear.  I had to quickly shift in my
chair to cover up the evidence of my discovery.  As I tried to subtly shift
her leg to get a better view, I must have squeezed a little to hard, as she
let out a squeak and yanked her leg away, closing the gap.  With a sigh, I
told her she's need to check with the nurse to see if she needed x-rays.


Chapter 7 - "Rainy Days and Wednesdays get me....."

The Great Flood.  Day 3.

        Okay, perhaps I am exaggerating just a little, but its
understandable.  In the minds of camp staff, extended rain ranks right up
there with the black plague on the list of "things we do NOT want to see at
camp this summer." Unfortunately, nature has her own plans, and seldom
takes ours into account.  The camp awoke Monday morning to the gentle
patter of raindrops striking the tents.  This was actually treated with
some enthusiasm, as on a rainy day schedule, wakeup was pushed ahead 1
hour.
          Monday came and went under a gray drizzle, and when the same was
repeated Tuesday morning, the enthusiasm had lessened considerably.  The
weather did not improve on Tuesday, either.
          On Wednesday, we awoke to the same gray skies as we had for the
previous two days.  At breakfast, the girls were even more fidgety than
usual, due to the forced inactivity.  There are only so many uses for
popsicle sticks.
         After breakfast, the staff called a "washout" conference.  As the
kids cleaned their areas, the staff met to discuss ways to deal with the
situation.  As the rain was light, and the weather fairly warm, we decided
to offer some modified outdoor activities, and let the campers choose,
while praying that the rain didn't return to some of the downpours we had
had in the last 48 hours.
         Each staff member came up with an activity, and the campers
gathered in the dining hall to choose.  For my part, I decided a nature
walk might be interesting, seeing what came out from the rain.  Besides, I
had a faint hope that no one would decide to hike, and I could slog back to
bed for a while.  To my surprise, when the selection was done, there were 5
campers that had elected to come along.  I gave them instructions on what
to wear and told them to meet me back at my cabin in 20 minutes.
         As I waited for the girls, I changed into some sturdier rain gear,
and planned where to go.  Camp was in a mountainous area, with many trails.
Soon, the girls arrived, and I examined my little troupe.
          Joy was 8, tall for her age, with brown hair and eyes.  Holly was
10, about the same height as Joy.  She had blond hair, and hazel eyes, set
in an elf-like face.  Linda was 12, about 4' 11", black hair, green eyes.
Dana was also 12, brown hair, hazel eyes, and a little shorter than Linda.
Finally, the oldest, Randi was 15, almost my height, with blond hair and
blue eyes.  Also, we picked up another counselor, Denise, a 20 year old
from England.  Apparently, no one had chosen her pottery class.
         Each of us took a day pack along with some supplies and water.  We
headed towards the edge of camp, where I knew there was a trail that led to
a point which had what was supposedly a great view of a nearby valley.  On
the way, we stopped at the dining hall for some sandwiches, in case this
became an all day event.
          Despite the rain, it was quite warm, and after the first mile,
all of us were overheated in our rain gear.  With the cover of the trees
that lined the trail, the slowing rain had become a light mist so we
decided to shuck the rain clothes and deal with a little dampness.  We
tossed all the gear into a trash bag from my pack and hung it in a tree to
pick up on the way back.
         After a quick rest stop, we pressed onward.  Denise took the lead
and I brought up the rear.  We kept an easy pace, which allowed me to
admire the girls' moving under their shorts and jeans.  Dana had an
especially appealing wiggle motion to her walk, which made her hips sway
slightly from side to side.  She was wearing fairly tight jeans, so you
could see her muscles move with each step.
          As we walked on, we stopped to identify various trees and plants,
and at one point, picked some wild raspberries for a snack.  At one such
stop, I noticed that the light but persistent mist was beginning to soak
into my t-shirt.  Having realised this, I leaned up against a tree and
looked around to see if it was having a similar effect on my companions.
         The exercise and the mist had combined to cause almost everyone's
shirt to tighten like mine.  Joy's shirt was oversized to start with, so I
couldn't tell what was underneath, but Holly was wearing an older camp
t-shirt from several years ago, and the now tightened too-small shirt
clearly showed her budding mounds, which had yet to seriously develop.
          Linda was wearing some type of bikini top under her t-shirt, but
it was clear that when she finished developing, she would be something
special.  Dana apparently was a late bloomer, as I could not make out
anything under her black T-shirt.
         The outline of Randi's bra was clearly visible through her shirt,
and I wondered just what that bra contained.  Finally, I looked at Denise.
She was wearing an all-white T-shirt, which was just a little snug.  Here
tits were a little on the small side, but through the white fabric, I could
see her nipples, the size of pencil erasers.  I imagined them in a state of
arousal, and shuddered.  Before I derailed on this train of thought, we
moved on.
         About noon, we reached a clearing about halfway up the mountain
that had a spectacular view of the wooded valley below.  This was as good a
place for lunch as any, so we stopped decided to eat and rest, then turn
around and head back.  By now, the rain had stopped and the sun was
shining.
         While we were eating, we chatted idly about the last few days at
camp and such, until eventually, the conversation died into a comfortable
silence.  We rested for a while, until Dana spoke up.  "Do you guys hear
that?  It sounds like water."
        Everyone held perfectly still and tried to listen.  The sound of
what appeared to be water could be faintly heard from around some rocks at
the far end of the clearing, where a small train continued on.  Our
curiosity got the better of us, so we packed up our trash and went to take
a look.
        As we moved ahead, the sound of water rushing got louder.  I
mentally reviewed the trail maps, but I couldn't remember any mention of
streams or springs, only a lake much farther up the mountainside, almost at
the summit.
        Deep in thought, I almost walked into Joy as she stopped suddenly
after rounding an outcropping.  The sound of water was much louder here,
and the source was quite obvious.
        Apparently, all the recent rain must have flooded the upper lake,
and the excess water had come cascading down the mountainside.  A natural
rock trough in the side of the cliff had formed a pool, about 3 feet deep
of crystal clear water.  The water came from overhead, as it tumbled from a
rock outcropping, hanging over the trail, about 20 feet up.
        As we stopped to look, the sun came out from behind a cloud and
passed through the mist generated by the falling water.  A rainbow formed
near the surface of the pool.
        Linda dipped her hand into the pool water.  "It's Warm!" she
exclaimed.  The rocks and water had been warmed by the sign at higher
levels, and the water kept that heat, so the pool was at a very pleasant
temperature.  Holly looked at the water, "Let's go swimming!"
         "We don't have any bathing suits, silly, and we can't get our
hiking clothes wet," replied Linda.  Holly thought for a second.  "We could
go skinny dipping!".  She smiled, and the other girls started to nod.
Denise and I both spoke up at once.  She pointed at me and said, "Remember
him??"
         The girls were crestfallen.  I didn't want to disappoint them, and
luckily, I came up with an idea.  We knew no one else was going to come up
from camp, so I could go further along on the trail, and make sure no one
came from that way.  Them I could come back in 2 hours or so, and the girls
would have the pool to themselves.  I wanted to do some exploring anyway,
and we had been going at a slower than usual pace for me, so I welcomed the
opportunity.
         I outlined my idea to the girls.  Denise was a little
uncomfortable with the idea, but the eager looks on the girls faces
persuaded her to go along.  I offered to take one of the walkie talkies we
had brought along just in case, and with the that, she agreed.  I picked up
my pack and told the girls to give me 10 minutes to check the trail ahead,
and if I didn't come back to have fun.  I left around the bend.
         Just past the pool, the trail turned and banked sharply, then
climbed quickly, and 10 minutes later, I was about 30 feet above the pool
level, and had crossed back over the stream that fed the waterfall.  I
paused, and bent to splash a little water on my face.
          As I straightened up, I noticed a flash of light through some
trees in front of me that were growing on the outer bank of the trail.  I
stepped between them, hopped on a branch, and leaned forward.  From here, I
had a clear view of the mountainside, most of the way down.  A thought
struck me, and I readjusted my seat, leaned out a bit further, and turned.
As I guessed, from here I had a fairly clear view of the pool where I had
left the campers.  I could see them standing at the side of the pool and
talking, but could not hear them.
        Inspiration struck.  I could monitor the trail quite well from
where I was perched, and was invisible to the people below.  I recalled I
had idly tossed a pair of binoculars in my pack, and, adjusting myself on
the branch, reached around and extracted them.
        Bringing the nocs to my eyes, I quickly focused on the pool below.
Through the lenses, it was as if I was standing right on top of them.
         As I fine tuned the focus, Denise looked at her watch and said
something to the other girls.  Everyone looked around nervously, and no one
moved for a couple of moments.  Finally, Holly said something to the
others.
           She sat down on a fallen log and removed her shoes and socks.
Walking over to the pool, she dipped her toe in and smiled broadly.  She
said something else to the other girls, then reached down and pulled her
shirt out from the waistband of her shorts.  I held my breath as she
unzipped the front of her shorts, but she was covered by the bottom of her
shirt as she slipped them off.  Again, her hands went to under her shirt,
and I saw her pale pink panties come down, the T-shirt still covering most
of her body.
          My pulse quickened as she grasped the bottom of the T-shirt and
lifted it over her head, revealing her body, which was just on the edge of
puberty.  In the sunlight, I could see the small mounds where her breasts
were just starting to develop, nipples just tiny bumps on her chest.  My
gaze travelled down to between her legs, where I could just see the outer
lips of her 10 year old pussy.  She turned around to step into the pool,
giving me a wonderful view of her naked ass, before she stepped in to the
water.  With a smile, she playfully splashed some water towards the others
who were still watching.
         Seeing her safely in the water, Randi and Dana were next to join
in.  Randi quickly removed her shoes, shorts, and t-shirt, pausing to stand
clad only in a white bra and panties.  As she reached around and unclasped
the bra, I noticed idly that she had no tan lines.  I made a mental note to
find out where she did her sunbathing.  In one motion she pulled down her
panties and stepped into the water pool, not giving me the opportunity for
a good luck, but I could see enough to determine she was a natural blond.
The water only rose above her belly, above which her teenaged tits stood
out firmly, nipples visible against brown auroelae.
          While I was watching Randi, Dana had removed her jeans and
t-shirt.  Dana was indeed a late developer, with small mounds just
beginning to show on her chest.  As she removed her pink panties, I could
see the barest fur around her naked pussy, which, surprisingly, had very
full lips.  She slid into the waist high water.
           Joy and Linda looked a little uncomfortable but, clearly not
wanting to be left out, started to remove their clothing also.  Under her
T-shirt, Joy was flat chested, with only tiny nipples to indicate where
things would be happening in a few years.  Under her jeans, she was wearing
little "Pocohantas" underwear, which she folded neatly as she removed them.
As she stood, I could just make out the outline of her undeveloped
womanhood.  Linda was wearing a bikini under her clothing, with boxers, and
decided to forgo the au natural look.
          I watched the now naked youngsters play for a while in the water,
admiring the way it glistened of their firm young bodies as they moved
through it.  Then, I looked around for Denise.  When I located her with the
binoculars, I nearly came in my pants.  She had removed her clothes and was
standing directly under the falling water.  Her head was back and she was
letting the water flow down her body in a scene akin to a magazine shoot.
My eyes eagerly followed the glistening trail of water as if flowed down
her face and lips, over her neck, and across her breasts, which, while
small, were perfectly shaped.  From the action of the water, her nipple
stood out fully an inch from her tits, almost vibrating from the liquid's
motion.  Along with the running water, my gaze travelled further down, to
where just the tip of her pubic bush was visible above the water.
         As I continued to observe the girls in the water, I could no
longer contain myself.  Looking around, I checked to be sure that I could
not be seen from the trail.  Returning my attention to the scene below, I
reached down and unbuttoned my jeans.  Slipping them down, I removed my
hardening rod from its now confining prison.  With my free hand, stroked up
and down the shaft, using the pre-cum oozing out for lubrication.  Between
the scene below, and the risk of discovery, it didn't take long before my
hand increased its pace.  Finally, I felt the pressure build, and with a
grunt, shot my come into some nearby leaves.  As I cleaned myself up with a
tissue, my watch went off, indicating it was time to head down.  Apparently
the girls had reached the same conclusion, and were beginning to exit the
water and dry off, my view covered by their towels.
         I tucked myself back into my pants and started down.  As I arrived
at the bend just before the pool, I announced myself and waited for the all
clear, which came shortly.  Stepping back around the rock, I was back at
the pool.  The girls asked me what I had seen on the trail, and I answered
"Some really nice views..."
        We paused to take a last look at the waterfall, which had already
slightly diminished from the stoppage of rain.  Then, we set off back to
camp, arriving around 4.
        I stopped back at my cabin for a quick shower and a change of
clothes before dinner.  Being away all day, I grabbed something from the
kitchen and caught up on the days paper trail.
       That night, each division had its own evening activity planned.  The
youngest group was having a campfire, while the oldest group was tie-dying
t-shirts.
        The middle groups were hosting some campers from another camp a few
miles away in a volleyball mini-tournament.  We usually would have these
mini-events 3-5 times a summer with each age group.  I decided to sit in on
the game, which was using our only field with good night lighting.
        When I got there, the oldest girls from each camp were playing
against each other.  I recognised Dana as one of the players on our side of
the net.  Both teams were wearing their "uniforms." Ours consisted of a
light green T-shirt with the camp logo on the front, and dark green shorts
which also had a logo patch.  The other camper had brown jogging-style
shorts, with white t-shirts tucked in.  They also had logos on their
clothing, on the leg of the shorts and just above the right breast.
        Because of the way the field was laid out, and the direction I had
come from, I was looking directly towards the lights, which were at the far
end of the field from me.  When I perched on a pile of logs to watch for a
while, the players were silhouetted by the back lighting.
         After the end of one match, which we won, the players switched
sides of the net, so that the the team from the other camp was between the
lights and myself.  As one of the campers set up to serve, I decided I was
going to stay a little longer, since I had noticed that the light passed
through the white T-shirts as if they were transparent.
         The one girl lifted her arm to serve, and as she did so, her
breasts were perfectly displayed through the thin material.  She was about
5'0" but apparently had spent her growth hormones in other areas.  My
attention slowly turned from the score, to the players.
        Every time one of the players jumped for a return or dove to dig
out the ball, I was treated to a wonderful view of their heaving tits as
they bounced and swayed.  Only one player was wearing a bra, so the
delightful mounds were free to move naturally.
         All too soon, the game ended and the girls from the other camp
headed to their buses, while ours hit the showers.  I thought about trying
to find a way to look into the showerhouse, but decided the risk was too
great.  Instead, since I had late patrol that night, a nape was in order.
I stopped by each of the other units, but the youngest were already in bed,
and the oldest had completed their activity.  With mild amusement, I
noticed that in addition to t-shirts, some girls had dyed other items of
clothing, such as bras and panties.  Perhaps some of them might be
persuaded to model their new designs?  Just a thought.  I grabbed a coupla
hours shuteye before patrol and this time, everyone was back early, and
there were no escapades.  I returned to my cabin around 2:30 am, undressed
and crawled into bed.  I was tired from the long day, but my mind was still
filled with the images of the day.  Idly, I started stroking myself, but
exhaustion won out, and I faded into sleep.
         Some time later, I found myself abruptly startled into wakefulness
buy a strange sound from near the door to my cabin.  I sleep "au natural"
so I started to fumble for a pair of sweats I knew I had left nearby.
Picking up my flashlight, (one of those 5 D-cell versions made of
aluminium), I started to call out, but before I could, a small voice
whispered "SSSShhh.  Don't say anything!" In the darkness, I could barely
make out a small form slipping into my cabin, then closing the door.
         I wake up slowly, so I was still a little foggy and reacting a bit
slower then I should have.  The as yet unidentified form, which I could
make out in the dim light from outside was a camper sitting on top of the
dresser near the door, moved around a bit, but didn't speak.
        My wits were beginning to return and I pointed the flashlight above
the intruder and turned it on.  The camper put her hand up to shield her
eyes, and I could see it was Andy!  "What the heck are you doing here?"
       I whispered loudly, looking at the clock, "It's 4 AM!!  Do you know
how much trouble you are in??" "Not as much trouble as you would be if I
started screaming!" she said, grinning, with a voice much older than her 13
years.  That shut me up for a minuted.  Realising I was in bed naked, with
a 13 year old girl in the room, and how easily this could be
misinterpreted, I quickly tried to figure out what was going on.  As I did,
I looked at her.  She was wearing a light pink nightshirt that went down to
her knees, with a picture of Tweety on the front.  Her legs were crossed
and she was wearing sneakers without socks.
       "What are you doing here?" I asked again, being sure to keep my
voice down.  Even if nothing was happening, the rumors would be enough to
cost me my job.
        She looked at me with a funny gleam in her eye.  "I couldn't sleep,
so I thought I would come over here and show you what I do to help me
sleep."
        "What?  You wanted me to help you count sheep or something???" I
sputtered.  Smiling, she replied, "No, stupid.  I came here because I knew
you would like me do THIS." With that, she reached up her hand to cup her
left breast through the nightshirt.  I started to object, but my mouth
dried, and I found myself unable to speak.  The hand holding the flashlight
started to tremble, so I propped the light on the bed.
         Andy brought her other hand up, and now was cupping her tits, and
stroking her nipples, still through the nightshirt.  Her eyes were closed,
and her legs uncrossed, swinging freely.  Her nipples, aroused by the
stimulation began to push through the fabric of the nightshirt.  Sliding
down from the dresser top, she lifted the bottom of the oversized shirt,
swiftly pulling it up and over her head.  I could only continue to stare
silently as she again sat on the dresser and resumed playing with her
orange-sized tits.  Every so often, she would pause and roll one of her
nipples between her thumb and fingers.  I could hear small gasps coming
from her.
         Fascinated, I watched as her right hand left her breast and
drifted down to the waistband of the green boxers she was wearing under the
shirt.  Her breathing grew more uneven as her hand passed the waistband and
began to stroke the front of the undergarment.
         Almost as if they had a mind of their own, her legs began to move
apart.  Her left hand started squeezing her breasts harder, as her head
tilted back.  Her free hand moved back up, and slipped under the waistband
of her boxers.
          Through, I could see the outline of her fingers as they moved
around the outside of her 13 year-old cunt.  Suddenly she gasped, and I saw
the outline of her hand as she slipped a finger inside.  Her other hand
left where it had switched to the other breast, and joined its partner
under her shorts.  I could see the tips of her fingers working around the
top of her pussy.  While I couldn't see her clitoris through the shorts, it
was obvious her finger had found it, from the way her hips started shaking.
Almost paralysed in disbelief and delight, I watched as her motions
increased in speed.  One finger was clearly visible through the green cloth
as it plunged in and out of her teenaged hole.  The gasping noises reached
frantic levels as her hips bucked wildly, to where I was afraid she might
have fallen off the dresser.
          Abruptly, her back arched, and a sigh escaped her lips.  As her
back relaxed, she slipped her hands out from under the boxers and slid to
the floor.  She picked up her shirt from the edge of the bed where it had
fallen, and smiled as she looked at my stunned expression.  Pointing at the
tent in the sheets I had created with my dick, she slipped the shirt back
on, and with an impish grin said "NOW, I can sleep." She slipped out the
door as swiftly as she had entered.
          I waited a few moments for my pulse to subside, and make sure she
was gone.  Walking a bit unsteadily, I got up to lock the door.  As I did,
I noticed a wet spot on the top of the dresser, already beginning to dry.
I dropped back on the bed.  Sure, SHE could sleep now...
  
Chapter 8 - +Discipline must be maintained....+

           Bzzt.  Bzzt.  Bzzt.  Bzzt.  The insistent buzz of the alarm
clock brought me back to the present from where my mind had been locked in
a loop replaying the incredible events that happened in my cabin only hours
ago.  I had been unable to sleep ever since, only fitfully dozing.
        I stumbled through a shower and breakfast, and with my third cup of
coffee, I was feeling almost alive, as I sat at my desk and worked on the
weekly payables.  It took a sheer effort of will to focus on the task at
hand.
       Finally, I got into my rhythm, and my attention zeroed in on the
job.  I was almost halfway through the bill pile when there was a knock on
my office door.  Muttering +Yeah?+, I looked up from my desk.
      One of the secretaries poked her head in.  +Dave?  There+s a
counselor here to see you.  She said you told her to come by before lunch.+
Vainly, I tried to force my frazzled brain to recall who I had asked to
come in.  Shrugging, I told the secretary to send her in.  When I saw who
it was, I remembered.  It was Nikki, and she was supposed to meet me to
find out her punishment for breaking curfew the previous week.  With all
that had happened, it completely slipped my mind, so I put on a stern face
and decided to see how it went.
 Before I could say anything, Nikki spoke up.  +Dave, before you say
anything, I just wanted you to know I+m really sorry and it won+t happen
again.+ Her hands knotted nervously as I tried to maintain a severe
expression.  I let the silence stretch for a moment, as her gaze alternated
between me and the floor.
 I folded my hands together, and looked at her across my desk.  +I+ll tell
you what.  You caught me in a good mood, so I+ll let you pick your own
punishment.  If I think it is fair, that+s what it will be, but if I think
it it too easy, I+ll come up with something much worse!+ I lifted my lips
in a slight smile.
 Chewing her lip, Nikki thought about it, perhaps unsure about my offer.
Finally, she came to a decision.  +My father always said that bad girls
needed a good spanking.+ All I can say in my own defense is that my brains
were still addled from the night before, or I never would have considered
that request.  As it was, the professional in me urged me to reject the
idea out of hand, but the last few days had encouraged my liberal side.  I
made my decision.  Standing up, I stepped around my desk.  +Sounds fair.
Meet me at the firewood shed fifteen minutes after rest period starts.  You
can go, I+ll see you then.+ I picked up a folder from my desk and pretended
to read it, not looking at her as she left.  I had to finish the bills by
lunch, and the time pressure, coupled with sheer monotony, cleared my mind
of thoughts about the pending encounter.  It was only when I saw Nikki in
the dining hall at lunch that my concerns reappeared, but I could hardly
back down now.  Besides, I didn+t really WANT to.
 After lunch, I went directly to the wood shed where we kept some firewood
dry for outdoor cooking, and to start larger blazes/ With the the campers
in tents for rest period, I knew no one would be up there.  Inside the
shed, which was brightly lit from ventilation windows around the roof, I
rearranged some tree stumps and loose wood to serve as a bench.  Sitting
down, I waited for Nikki to arrive.
 At precisely fifteen minutes into the rest period, I heard footsteps
approach, then a tap on the door.  Nikki+s voice.  +Dave?+ +Come.+ I
replied.  The door opened and Nikki stepped in, closing the door behind
her.  She turned to face me.  Nikki was about 5+6+, maybe 120lbs.  Short
brown hair came down to her neck, and hung in bangs over her blue eyes.  A
halter top covered her above average sized breasts, complimented by white
denim-like shorts, white socks, and sneakers.
 From where I sat, I could see her face held an expression that was a mix
of apprehension and anticipation.  I spoke up.  +Since you were twenty-five
minutes late, you will be spanked 25 times.  I think you know the
position.+ I pointed to my lap.  Without a word, Nikki walked over and
kneeled, then leaned across my lap, so I supported most of her weight.  In
this position, her ass was raised slightly, directly under my right hand,
while the nderside of her breasts brushed the outside of my left leg.
 Not wanting to allow time for second thoughts, I started in immediately.
As I counted out +One.+ I dropped my left hand firmly to strike her on the
left buttock.  A sharp gasp from Nikki let me know she felt it.  Pausing
slightly, I delivered strike number two to the other cheek with slightly
more force.  This time, I thought I heard a small moan accompany the gasp.
Strikes three and four followed rapidly, and by five and six, I was sure
that Nikki was enjoying the punishment as much, or possibly more, than I
was.  This was confirmed after strike number eight, when I allowed my hand
to briefly rest on her denim covered ass, which rose up to meet my hand,
accompanied by a definite moan.  Time to up the ante, I decided.  I
temporarily stopped my actions, and told Nikki to stand up.  She looked at
me with a puzzled expression.  I pointed to her, +I think those shorts are
providing too much padding.  Remove them.+ Anxiously, I waited to see if I
had pushed things too far.  With an unreadable expression on her face,
Nikki reached down and undid the upper snap and zipper.  The white shorts
fell to the floor, revealing emerald green panties, with a black waistband.
High cut, it revealed her hips nicely.  Without being asked, she resumed
her previous position.  I paused only for a moment to admired the silk
covered ass before delivering stroke number nine.  This time, as my hand
impacted her panty covered cheek, I could clearly feel her push her pussy
against my leg, with yet another moan.
 Alternating from left to right, I rapidly fired of strikes ten, eleven,
twelve, and thirteen.  After each stroke, for only a moment, I rested my
hand on the reddened cheek lightly, feeling her squirm.  I could feel a
small wet spot forming on my leg from the front of her panties.  Numbers
fifteen and sixteen produced clear moans of pleasure, so I decided to see
how far I could take this.  I told her to rise again, and hesitantly, she
turned to face me.  I reached out and hooked my finger under the top of her
halter top and pulled her closer, turning her sideways.  Idly, I traced a
finger around the rear of her panties, feeling the muscles quiver slightly.
Her eyes were closed, but popped open as I delivered a sharp smack.  In the
sternest voice I could still manage, I told her to remove the panties,
there was still too much padding.
 The look on her face again got unreadable, and I thought I had overdone
it.  As I was about to tell her to disregard that instruction,she turned
and hooked her fingers into the black waistband.  With her back to me, she
lowered the green material to the ground, revealing her perfect, if
slightly red, ass to my view.  Stepping out of the panties, she returned to
her position quickly, again with no comment.
 Looking closer, I could see the red marks made by some of my harder
impacts.  From where the front folds of her pussy rested against my leg, I
could feel a warm, damp feeling, and I realised just how much she was
enjoying this.  Also, she had repositioned herself so that her side was in
contact with my dick, now as hard as a steel pole.  Nine strikes to go.  I
brought my hand down on the naked flesh of her left buttock and was
rewarded with a low groan, and an increased feeling of dampness on my leg.
Numbers eighteen, nineteen and twenty only intensified the effect.
Deciding to turn things up one final notch, after strike twenty-one, I let
my hand remain on her twitching ass, massaging and exploring with the tips
of my fingers.  She responded by wiggling her whole lower body, and a
whispered +yes.....+.  Abruptly, I removed my hand and struck again.  Whap!
This time, I used my whole hand to massage the affected globe.  Her
wriggling motion was almost constant now, and my leg was positively wet.
Number twenty three repeated the process on the other cheek, while
twenty-four was spread across both.  I allowed my hand to continue
massaging, as I let the anticipation build for the final stroke.  Nikki was
whimpering now, as if begging for release.  With my left hand, I spread her
cheeks to uncover her lower openings.  I raised my right hand and brought
it down sharply, direct on her rear entry, the impact of the strike driving
the tip of my finger inside.  The stimulation pushed Nikki over the edge,
and she screamed as a small stream of fluid ran over my leg.  Her legs
shuddered as she tried to maintain her position.
 Leaving her on all fours, I extracted myself and stepped to the cabin
door.  +I hope we+ve learned our lesson,+ I said as I stepped out.  Closing
the door behind me, I realised that as deterrents went, what just happened
probably was not all that effective.  Ah well.  I started back to the
office, but a feeling of tightness in my underwear indicated a visit to my
cabin first was in order.  The rest of the day passed with little incident,
mainly as the campers were busy preparing for the evening+s main activity,
the annual fashion show.  The fashion show was one of the big events of the
season.  Many campers brought special items from home.  Even some of the
staff participated.
 To respect some of the campers+ concerns, all male staff were given the
evening off, and +encouraged+ to leave camp.  Ordered actually.  I planned
ahead.  The maintenance crew wanted me to go out them, but I begged off,
claiming that Tracy had lent me the wagon to run some personal errands.
She had, but I don+t think she realised quite what I had in mind.  After
dinner, I waited for the maintenance crew and the cook to head off, got in
the wagon, and headed out the main entrance.  About three hundred yards
down the access road, I pulled the wagon off into a small clearing hidden
from view, locked it, and made my way back to the Rec Hall by way of a
small trail.  The rec hall was still dark, and I quickly used a small
maintenance ladder to climb up through a trapdoor into the old storage
loft, pulling the ladder up after me.  We didn+t use the old loft anymore,
and during the day I had tacked down a few boards to allow me to move back
and forth around the Rec Hall without noise, and observed.  At one end of
the loft, I had a view of the dressing area backstage, and at the other, an
old fan vent gave me a clear view of the stage.  A couple bottles of water
and a flashlight were all I needed.  I dug a paperback out of my packet and
waited for the entertainment to begin.  The campers started to pile in
somewhere in the middle of chapter 12.  The fashion show had a fairly
simple format, so that everyone could watch, a group of eight or ten
campers in a particular theme would go backstage, set up, then come out.
After that, the next group would go back, while the audience talked,
everyone sat down again, and the processrepeated.  I had seen the program
at the office earlier, which called for +daywear+, +swimwear+, +evening
wear+, +sleepwear+, +staff wear+, and something called +nightwear+.  The
first group went backstage.  I didn+t expect much from the daywear category
out front, so I crept along the rafters to the rear of the hall.  Through a
hole in the ceiling, I could look straight down and see a fairly decent
sized area of the dressing room.  I could see the girls milling around, but
most of them had worn their outfits in, hiding them under sheets or
something similar.  At the edge of my field of vision, I could see what
appeared to be the tips of a pair of bra-encased tits, but they never moved
clearly into view.  The campers started to move out front, so I went back
to my seat by the vent as the music began.
 Tracy introduced Jackie as the evening+s MC, and they started.  She was
sitting behind a table next to the stage, with only her head visible behind
a light and sound controls.  Each girl came out to +her song+, and
stepped/twirled to the end of a runway made from tables leading off the
stage.  After spinning once or twice, she walked back, posed, and stepped
backstage.
 The first few outfits were nothing special, just nicer versions of the
usual items seen around camp.  The kids seemed to enjoy it tho, as the
applause was loud after every presenter.  My interested perked up, however,
as Jackie said +Now, for something a little more +daring+, here+s Sandra,
in a summer outfit sure to catch the guys eyes.++ From behind the curtain,
out came Sandra, a blond, 15-year-old camper whose athletic body had
captured my attention repeatedly over the past few days.  She had wrapped a
large towel around herself, and as she got halfway down the runway, she
tossed it over her shoulder and let it fall.
 There was a collection of gasps and applause from the crowd, and I almost
joined in.  Sandra was wearing a white +crop top+ that was about two sizes
too small, with no bra.  Her nipples could be seen quite clearly through
the material, on either side of a heart shaped cut out that showed off her
wonderful cleavage.  Her belly button was exposed over the waistband of a
tiny pair of denim shorts that had to have been applied with a shoe-horn.
Every curve of muscle was clearly defined through the fabric, and a vague
outline of her pubic mound could be seen around the front zipper.  As she
turned, you could see the tension of the shorts compress her cheeks
together.  Sandals without socks completed the outfit.
 After she left the stage to thunderous applause, the remainder of the
daywear group was anti-climactic.  Deciding I would rather be surprised, I
stayed where I was to wait for the swimwear group.
 Through the vent, I could see the campers and staff milling around, as
they waited for the swimwear group to begin.  In what I found to be a
surprisingly short time, Jackie asked everyone to take their seats.  This
time, the house lights were dimmed, and the stage+s corner spots were
turned on to highlight the center area.  Jackie+s voice came through the
sound system.
 +Our first model, from the Junior division is Becky, wearing a one-piece
from her +Baywatch+ collection.  Becky stepped out from behind the curtain,
an eight-year-old blond wearing a red bathing suit like the ones used in
the TV series.  As she pirouetted at the end, the suit rode up between her
ass cheeks, highlighting them nicely.  +Next is Trish, from the Debutantes
(older middle girls).  She+s modelling another one-piece outfit.+ Trish was
an eleven-year-old brunette, just starting to develop.  The green one-piece
she wore hugged her curves nicely.  +Our third model is Amanda, from the
Juniors, with the final one-piece of the night, called Peek-A-Boo.+ Amanda
was 9, with brown hair.  When she stepped out, she was wearing what
appeared to be a standard solid white bathing suit.  However, as she walked
the runway, her hand reached down and pulled off the side of the suit,
revealing bare skin.  As she moved, additional sections of the suit,
presumably held on by something like velcro were removed, leaving areas of
naked skin on both her sides and belly, as well as the upper center of the
chest, creating a decidedly erotic look.  +THAT was interesting.  Next is
one of our seniors, Jeanette, with her +Tie-Dye+ bikini, which she made
herself, here at camp.+ Jeanette was 14, and nicely built, with long legs.
She had tie-dyed a white bikini with purple, pink, and yellow patterns, so
that the patterns centered right on her nipples and pubic mound.  +Next is
Erica, also from our seniors group, in her +metallic fantasy+.  Erica, a
fourteen-year-old with bright blond hair, came out wearing a bikini that
looked like it had been made of tiny silver scales.  As she moved, the
metallic fabric shifted, catching the light and pulling looker+s attentions
to different parts of her body.  +From the Juniors comes Diane, wearing
+Pink Delight+.  When Diane came out, my first thought was to wonder what
parent sent that to camp for a nine-year-old.  Diane, a blonde, was wearing
a pink micro bikini-top, which had her breasts started to develop, would
not have covered them.  At is was, small rises of flesh around the edge of
the pink triangles showed where nature was beginning its work.  Her pink
bottoms consisted of only a string around the waist, and a triangle of
fabric so small as to be noticed only by the color difference.  As she
spread her legs in the turn at the end of the runway, the hairless lips of
her pussy clearly became visible for a moment to the sides of the cloth.
On her route back, the pink string that made of the bikini+s rear literally
disappeared between her cheeks.
 +Last, but certainly not least is Michelle, from our Rockettes (younger
middle) division, wearing Neon Nights.+ Michelle, an eleven-year-old
brunette just starting to develop, was wearing a bright neon orange bikini.
Nothing special, as compared to the last two, but when she reached the end
of the runway, she untied the top and tossed it down, Underneath was a
slightly smaller neon yellow bikini top.  The same happened to the bottoms.
 The lights came back up, as the models for the eveningwear got ready to
perform.  While interesting, I had hopes for better things.  As the
performers got ready for the next set, I traversed the loft again, and
tried to peek in on the activity below.  Alas, someone had hung a cloth or
towel of some kind over a string that had been under the viewhole, and I
couldn+t see a thing.  Grumbling under my breath, I returned to my
position.
 Some long minutes later, the lights finally dimmed.  Out of the speaker
system came a steady beat, one of the songs that were popular back then, I
forget the title.
 Jackie+s voice rose over the music, as the lights dimmed almost totally
and a spot went up on center stage.  +First up, we have Brenda.  Brenda is
modelling her version of our Girl Scout Uniform, suitable for more than
just meetings.+ She wasn+t kidding.  Brenda, a leggy 15 year old with light
auburn hair and a muscular build had made some major changes to the
uniform.  The standard skirt had been lengthened to mid-calf, with a slit
side that allowed her light leg to show almost to her hip when she walked.
As she turned, the high cut revealed a flash of her white panties.  She had
shortened the sleeves of the uniform top, and left the upper two buttons
open, with a neckerchief hanging below the opening, which drew the viewers
eyes to the tops of her young, firm, breasts.  A slightly small vest, and a
beret at a rakish angle completed the ensemble.  This outfit could turn a
Girl Scout recruiting poster into a porno film ad.  Brenda left the stage
to thunderous applause.
 The spotlight refocused on the center stage.  Next up is Janine, from our
Rockettes division, wearing the +layered+ look.  Janine stepped out from
behind the curtain.  Initially, her outfit was not very impressive,
consisting of just a navy sweatshirt and white sweat pants.  A different
voice came over the sound system, a camper, but I could not recognise it,
or see the speaker.  +Not all evenings are fancy dress affairs.  Sometimes,
you want something a little more comfortable, less formal, and more
versatile.  Janine tossed her light brown hair over her shoulder.
 +First, we have a basic sweat outfit, good for a walk on the beach, or a
trip to the movies.  Janine posed.  +If you feel a bit warm, you can remove
the top.+ Janine reached down, and with that crossed arm motion I always
find so exciting, quickly removed the sweatshirt.  Underneath was a tight
black T-shirt that outlined her girlish curves and budding tits.
 +Still warm?  Off with the bottoms!+ With a swing of her hips, Janine
pulled the sweatpants down her legs and over her bare feet.  This revealed
a dark green pair of parachute pants that billowed out around her legs.
 +If after all that, you are still a bit warm, you can go one layer
further.+ Again with the crossed arm motion, Joanne skinned off the T-shirt
and tossed her hair again.  A pale yellow sports bra highlighted her now
revealed tummy.  Tiny bumps could be seen through the stretching fabric.
 +Finally, after you get home, its time to get comfortable....+ With a
quick motion, she grasped the tie to the parachute pants and pulled.
Dropping to the floor, they revealed a pair of light yellow boxer shorts
that matched the bra.  Janine took a quick turn on the catwalk, gathered up
her clothes, and returned backstage.  While interesting, neither of the
next two presenters were worth detailing.  Peri, a junior modelled a fancy
dress, and Belle modelled an evening gown that would have been far more
attractive on someone who, shall we say, was a little more slender.
 There was an expectant hum from the crowd as the last eveningwear model
got ready.  This was traditionally a counselor, in a spectacular outfit.
 I wasn+t disappointed.  +Our final eveningwear model is Terri, who is
modelling a selection from a certain well-known catalog.+ As I heard the
name, I immediately perked up.  Terri was a tall brunette with hazel eyes.
She tended to wear baggy, loose clothing around camp, but even that could
not conceal what appeared to be a spectacular figure.  When she stepped out
into the circle of light formed by the spot, my dick, in all seriousness,
turned into a bar of iron.  Terri was wearing a one piece dress of a
spandex like material, bright red.  Two shoulder straps scooped down into a
plunging v-neck which displayed the cleavage between her pert breasts.  A
zipper travelled the full length of the dress to a high cut hem.  If she
turned just so, a patch of shadow was the only cover her panties had.  As
she reached the end of the catwalk and turned around, I found myself
forcibly restraining myself from jerking off right there.  The back of the
dress plunged all the way down to just above a gorgeous ass, and the short
hem produced only a patch of shadow even smaller than the one in front.
When she left the stage, the audience was too stunned even to clap for
several seconds.  As the lights came up, I leaned my head back and waited
for the lump in my pants to subside.  Thankfully, it would take a few
minutes for the swimwear models to get ready.
 Fortunately for my composure, the sleepwear selection was unremarkable,
consisting of sleepshirts, pajamas, and the like.  As the presentation
concluded, there seemed to be a palpable tension rising in the room.  After
the lights were back on, Jackie sent the two youngest divisions back to
their beds.  Once they were gone, the tension rose higher as the lights
dimmed for the last section.
 +Finally, ladies, just for us older girls, we have our +nightwear+
collection.  There are three presenters tonight, and I think you will like
all of them.+ Music came up again, this time a slow and sensual theme.  As
the volume rose slightly, there was a flash of stockinged leg and cloth
through the curtain.  I knew who it was immediately, as we only had one
African-american counselor, Keisha.
 Well, the only word I can use is that Keisha +slinked+ from behind the
curtain.  She was wearing a white terry cloth robe, and below the hem of
the robe, I could see white stockings, which led to white shoes with 4 inch
heels.  As I noticed the shoes, the robe dropped to the floor.  If ?  had
needed to restrain myself before, I wish I was tied down just then.  Keisha
was wearing a white, tie-front corset, with gauzy sleeves covering her
arms.  The zig-zagging ties in front pushed her ample cleavage up and out
as her belly button peeked between the laces.  Elastic bands were clipped
from the bottom of the corset to her stocking, highlighting white thin
panties through which her pubic hair was clearly visible.  As she struck a
couple of poses, I could feel drops of liquid oozing from the end of my
again hard manhood.  I didn+t have time to recover, because as soon as she
left, the spot moved to the side of the stage for model number 2.
 Out came Angie, a gorgeous brunette, who was dating Mike.  I could only
think what a lucky guy he was as I fairly drooled at the sight of her
outfit.  As she dropped her blue robe, the tops of her tits nearly spilled
over the top of a floral print bustier, which looked like it was ready to
burst the tie that was the only thing holding it closed at the top.  A
matching G-string panty the size of a large stamp barely covered her pussy
mound, while tight fishnet stockings and black heels accented every curve
on her legs.
 By now, there was a definite wet spot in my crotch area, as I watched the
spot traverse the stage.  Standing there was Ilene, a petite blond.  Her
red robe fell apart and off her shoulders.  She was wearing a pair of brief
white floral panties that were tied at each side with small bows, and a
clip front bra, which she was covering with her arms.  As the light full
hit her, she dropped her arms to her side and posed.  Everyone gasped.  The
bra had no front panels!  Her solid pink nipples poked out firmly from her
firm breasts, which jiggled as she posed.  My dick throbbed painfully.
 As the spot widened, all three girls came out on stage.  As the bowed, I
lost it.  My head rocked back as I spasmed wildly.  Without every touching
myself, I felt the cum pour out of my spurting cock into my pants.  By the
time I recovered, gasping, from my intense orgasm, the three beauties had
left the stage and everyone was leaving the hall.  I waited for the room to
clear and snuck back to the wagon, stopping at the cabin for a change of
clothes.  Thankfully, my jeans mostly look alike.  After picking up the
wagon, I ran a few errands to keep up appearances and returned to camp
about an hour before curfew.  I was still a little too agitated to sleep,
so I decided to take a quick stroll around the grounds.  It seemed like a
lot of people were out, I barely saw anyone.  As I was passing a trail to
the lake area, I heard the sounds of giggling and splashing.  Curious, I
headed down the trail to see what was going on.
 Apparently a few of the staff, taking advantage of the guys being out of
camp had decided to go skinny dipping.  Had I realised this, I probably
would have been quietly, but as it was, they heard me and grabbed their
towels, affording me only a tantalising glimpse of breasts and assess as
they skittered past me.  Funny though, I could swear one or two of them
winked at me as they went past.
 Finally relaxed, I returned to my cabin to get a good nights sleep.
Thanks be I only had a 1/2 day on Friday before my day off.

 Chapter 9 - Games People Play....
 
TGFF.  Well, more accurately, TGFDO.  Thank G-d for days off.  Especially
if they start on a Friday.  These were my thoughts as I spent the morning
making sure all the necessary work was done before leaving for 24 hours of
down time.
 It was a bright, sunny, warm, day and I look forward to an afternoon of
hiking, a quiet night at a local motel (alone!), a large breakfast made
with REAL eggs, and a leisurely walk back to camp by noon Saturday.  I left
the camp in order, I came back in the middle of a mess.  Don't get me
wrong, Kids have to be Kids and all that, but apparently things had gotten
a bit out of hand the night before.  Apparently, five of the 15 year old
campers had decided to play a joke on the junior 'bed wetters'.  Late at
night, just before curfew, they snuck out of their tents and dumped buckets
of ice water of the Juniors bedrolls, with the Juniors inside them.  The
resultant screams woke the camp before the Seniors could return to their
own beds.  The damage was minimal, people were apparently more upset at
being woke up.
 When I came back on Sat, the five culprits had just finished washing and
drying (by hand!) the clothes they had soaked, and were waiting at a picnic
table to hear what the rest of their punishment would be.  Traci filled me
in, and immediately seconded her decision.  That night, the entire camp was
going out to see a movie featuring the latest heartthrob (I forget who it
was).  Making our 'fearsome five' remain behind in camp, in an empty tent,
seemed like a good punishment.  Well, I couldn't go suggesting the Nikki
method now, could I?  Traci asked me if I wouldn't mind doing the honors
and staying behind to keep an eye on things.  "No problem." I replied, "not
my kind of film anyway." Promising to find em a counselor to keep me
company (darn), she went off to inform or juvenile delinquents of their
revised evening schedule.  A chorus of groans told me she had.  I went back
to my cabin and packed away some laundry I had done the last evening.
Funny, it seemed like I had more underwear when I came to camp.
 I spent the rest of the day catching up around camp, and even found time
for a leisurely boat ride across the lake.  Fully recharged and refreshed
for the first time in weeks, the afternoon passed quickly for me.  Right
after dinner, the girls got ready to board buses for their movie trip.  The
theater was about an hour away, so they had to leave early in time to make
the show.  My five charges were sent to the empty tent where they would be
spending their evening.  We had taken an unused tent in the Junior division
and tied the rear flap closed from the outside, and thrown some mattresses
in there so the girls had some place to sit or lay.  We allowed each girl
to bring a pillow, as well as books or whatever else small they wanted.  I
arrived about fifteen minutes after the girls did.  The tent flap was
closed, and I could hear talking coming from inside, probably the girls
complaining about how unfair this all was.
 The flap popped open, and out came the counselor who would be joining me
this evening at the tent the other campers were now jokingly calling the
'isolation ward.' To my great surprise and pleasure, it was Kate.  We had
not had a good chance to talk since I brought her to camp, so it looked
like this was going to be a better evening than I thought.  Turns out she
didn't like romantic films much either.
 I smiled at Kate as a poked my head into the tent to let the girls know I
was there.  I warned them very firmly that if Kate or I had to come into
the tent for ANY reason, I'd think of something worse than this.  "Other
than that," I promised, "we'll leave you alone for the rest of the
evening." Before I left, I looked over the five girls, who were sprawled on
the mattresses in various positions.
 Closest to the flap was Samantha, a petite brunette with large breasts.
Beyond her was Caroline, light brown hair, about 5'2", 1110 max.  To her
right was Bambi (really), a tall-for-her-age blonde with nice legs.  Just
in front of Bambi was Lois.  Lois was only 4'8" or so but had a wonderful
ass often covered by her long blond hair.  Finally, there was Marnie, the
group's 'leader', about 5' 4" with a body some models would kill for.  I
was given to believe she had done a few commercials for juniors lingerie.
 Fixing the girls with what I hoped was one last menacing glare, I left the
tent and shut the flap and went over to the picnic table we had setup up
outside.  A quick treatment with some bug repellent, oreos unpacked, and we
were set for the night.
 Kate and I spent the next hour or so catching up on camp and such, going
over what happened since she had arrived, our last days off, etc.  When we
paused in our conversation, we noticed that it seemed awfully quiet inside
the tent.  Deciding to check in without letting them know we were, we crept
around the side of the tent and peered in through a window, the flap to
which we had conveniently left a little open just for such an occasion.  As
it turned out, everything was just fine.  The girls had pulled their
mattresses together in the center of the tent and were playing poker, using
M+M's as chips.
 Were were about to sneak back to the table when I heard Marnie speak up.
"This is SO boring."
 Bambi replied, "I have an idea.  What about Strip Poker?" The girls all
nodded, so Bambi went on.  "Lets see, everyone gets 10 M+Ms.  When you run
out of M+Ms, you have to take of a piece of clothing, then everyone gives
you two from their pile.  Sound fair?" All the girls agreed, and Bambi
divided the M+Ms as Lois reshuffled the cards.  All the girls were wearing
sweats, it was a surprising cool night and we had left them a fan in the
tent, mostly to cover any noise we might have made while checking on them.
I got up from a crouch and started to head for the table, but before I
moved, I felt Kate's hand grab my wrist.  I looked at her and was shocked
when she mouthed the words "Let's stay and watch!"
 I didn't even have to respond, my expression must have said it all.  With
a smile, Kate pulled me down to sit on a stump where we could see in, but
they could not see us unless they came right up to the window.  With her
hand still grasping my wrist, Kate found a spot next to me and turned to
watch the activity.  "What the hell, there is always unemployment..." I
thought to myself.  At least, since the seven of us were the only ones in
camp, we were not going to be interrupted.  While we were getting settled,
the girls had started their game.  We watched them play, and listened as
they went, starting slow, but getting into a good game rhythm.  It didn't
take long for the first victim to fall.  Ironically, it was the one who
suggested the game, Bambi.  The other girls teased her gently as she pulled
her sweatshirt over her head.  Underneath was a pale yellow T-shirt that
showed the outline of her bra beneath.  Shortly after, Samantha, Caroline
and Lois all lost their sweatshirts, all were wearing T-shirts.  Caroline
and Samantha both had on blue T's, Lois's was black.
 Caroline was the first girl to lose a different piece of clothing.  Losing
her last M+M to Marnie, she she stood and stepped out of her sweatpants,
but the length of her shirt prevented any view we may have had.  I was
still a little uncomfortable with this situation.  Looking over at Kate, I
saw she was paying rapt attention to the activities going on inside the
tent.  Checking her hand on my wrist, I notice that her grip had loosened,
and her fingers had started to move slightly back and forth on the inside
of my wrist.  Comforting myself with the thought that she was as guilty as
I, I returned my attention to the game.  During my musings, no one had lost
any more clothing, buy Marnie had acquired a small fortune in M+M's and all
the other girls were almost out.  It was obvious where the luck was so far
tonight.
 Sure enough, two hands later, both Bambi and Samantha again found
themselves out of candy.  Bambi, as if slightly embarrassed, stood and
stepped out of her sweats quickly, but I caught a flash of pink before her
T-shirt settled.  To my surprise, Samantha didn't remove her pants, but
instead pulled off her T-shirt.  Her melon sized breasts were barely held
in by a white sports-style bra.  The pressure on the bra material forced it
tightly over her nipples, making them stand out prominently.  The tables
turned for a few hands, and Marnie lost her M+M hoard, as well as her
sweatshirt and green T-shirt, leaving her upper body covered by only a
black sports bra.  The sight of her perfect tits clad only in that bra made
my mouth water.
 Giving Marnie the required two M+Ms left Samantha empty so after losing
the next had, she too had to give up her sweatpants.  Underneath, she had
on plain white cotton panties, cut high on the side.  Her legs were
spectacular.  I stole another glance at Kate, who's hand was now running up
and down the entire length of my arm.  Her attention was still firmly
focused on the inside of the tent, so I decided to to take advantage of
this and moved a little closer to her, so that we were almost touching.
 When I turned my attention back to the tent, Lois had lost her sweat pants
and Caroline had just run out of M+M's.  Getting to her knees, she lifted
her t-shirt over her head and tossed it into the corner.  As she shook out
her hair, her adolescent breasts shimmied under a white lacy bra.
 Lois interrupted the game.  "I have another idea.  Let's change the rules.
First, if anyone loses a piece of clothing, the person with the winning
hand gets to remove it.  AND if the winning hand is a straight flush or
better, the winner gets to remove one piece of clothing from everyone!" All
the girls looked at each other, and agreed.  The cards were dealt again.
 This time, as the cards were dealt, there was a greater level of tension
in the tent.  It took a few hands before anything happened, but finally
Marnie tossed down her cards.  "Damn, not one M+M." Who won?
 Bambi smiled as she held up her hand with three Aces and motioned Marnie
to stand.  Kneeling in front of the standing teen, Bambi hooked her thumbs
into the waistband of Marnie's sweatpants.  With a yank, she jerked them
down to the ankles.  Marnie was wearing light blue bikini panties, through
which her black pubic hair was faintly visible before she quickly sat back
down.
 Candy traded positions for another few hands until Bambi found herself on
the short end of the sugar, as it were.  This time, Caroline had the
winning hand, a full house.  Bambi stood up as Caroline came over to her.
With an impish grin on her lips, Caroline grasped the bottom of Bambi's
T-shirt and slowly raised it towards Bambi's head.  Bambi gave a visible
shudder as the hem of the shirt crossed the front of her breasts,
silhouetted nicely in profile, contained in an emerald green silk bra.
Caroline pulled the T-shift off and added it to the pile in the corner.  It
finally penetrated my stunned consciousness that it had grown dark outside.
Fully committed now, I nudged Kate and motioned that we should move closer
to the window so we could get an even better view.  Quickly, we picked up
the log stumps we had been sitting on and slid em closer to the tent.  When
we put them down, the logs were closer together and I felt her hand reach
behind me and start scratching my back.  It was a little chilly, so I put
my hand around her and pulled her a bit closer too.
 No one had lost any clothing while we were resettling, and a hand was just
ending.  Samantha smiled as she displayed three kings, and pointed to Lois
as she started to scoop up the candy pile..  Before she could move,
Caroline said "Hold It!" and flipped her cards into the center of the
table.  There was a collective "Oh Damn!." Straight flush, 9-5 in hearts.
 Smiling broadly, Caroline lined the girls up, thankfully on the opposite
side of the tent facing us.  She took a second to decide who was first, but
finally motioned Bambi forward.  "Alphabetical order always works..."
Caroline turned Brandi sideways giving us an excellent profile view.
Stepping around the slightly trembling Bambi, she reached up and undid the
clasp on the back of the emerald green bra, easing it around to the front,
and up.  I couldn't tell for sure, but it looked to me as if she had
deliberately caused the material to brush Bambi's nipples.  As the bra fell
away, Bambi's breasts settled out, as her nipples hardened in the cool air.
Perhaps being merciful, Caroline told Bambi to sit down.  Lois' turn.
Tentatively, she stepped to where Brandi had just vacated.  Smiling even
more broadly, Caroline stepped to Lois' front and tugged her T-shirt up.
As the hem slipped past the underside of her breasts, it was clear that
Lois was not wearing a bra.  This time I was sure.  As Caroline raised the
T-shirt, she definitely pushed the material tight against the front of
Lois' tits.  Lois swayed slightly as the T-shirt cleared her head and flew
into the corner.  The loss of her T-shirt also revealed pale blue bikini
bottoms, covering that ass.  God what an ass, even better than I imagined.
Lori stood for a moment, then sat too.  I was monetarily distracted by
pressure on my right leg.  I looked down, and saw that Kate had put her
free hand on my thigh and was kneading up and down gently.  I wasted no
time in doing the same with my free hand.  I didn't want to miss the show,
so I quickly looked back into the tent.  Marnie had taken over the spot
just vacated by Lori.  I felt my manhood rise inside my sweats as I thought
of those delicious breasts soon to be freed from their confinement.
 Caroline stepped behind Marnie and ran her fingers up Marnie's sides,
causing her to jump slightly.  Reaching the bottom of Marnie's bra, she
grasped the front and rear and lifted quickly, leaving Marnie's breasts
bouncing slightly as they snapped free.  My dick sprang to full attention,
and I worried for a second about Kate's hand which was inching ever closer
with each stroke, as mine travelled further up the leg of her sweats.
 Alas, my view of Marnie's pear shaped breasts was all to short as she sat
and covered them with crossed arms.  Meanwhile, Caroline had brought
Samantha over.  Due to the size of Samantha's tits, Caroline had some
difficulty removing her bra, but finally worked it free.  Once released,
they settled into place, as her nipples joined the rest poking out into the
cold air..  She rejoined the other seated players.
 All the girls silently looked at one another, as if to say "Now what???".
Marnie broke the silence.  " How about once last hand.  Winner take all,
the others have to do WHATEVER she says for the rest of the night..."
 Everyone glanced at her neighbors, uncertainly, then nodded.  Engrossed in
the unfolding events, I jumped as Kate's hand made contact with the lump in
my pants, which had begun to subside only slightly.  Embarrassed, I quickly
looked in her direction, but she just smiled, and turned back to the tent
window.  Her fingers continued their stroking, not changing their location.
One good turn deserved another, so I inched my fingers closer to her
crotch.  Her legs parted slightly.  From her back, I moved my other hand to
her side, lightly scratching her ribs and the sides of her breasts through
her clothing.  The girls had dealt out their last hand and were looking at
their cards.  All of them took 2 or 3 cards, so there was no clear winner.
No one wanted to be the first to show their hand, so there was a long pause
until Samantha, with a muttered "Damn!" put her cards on the
mattresses...face up.  Pair of 2s.  She looked up.
 
Caroline - Three of a kind in 3s.
 
Lori - Two Pair, Queens and 4s.
 
Marnie - Three of a Kind in 5s.
 
Everyone looked at Bambi, who laid out her cards.  Ace high.  As one,
they all turned to Marnie who broke into a big smile.  "Showtime!".
 Marnie looked around at her fellow campers, vaguely reminding me of the
way one might choose meat in a butcher shop.  You could almost sense the
gears turning in her head as she considered her options.  Finally, she
pointed to Caroline, still clad in a bra and briefs, she said "Well, you
still seem to be a bit overdressed.  We need to fix that.  Who wants to
volunteer?"
 Possibly hoping to get whatever Marnie had in mind over sooner, Bambi
raised her hand slowly.  Marnie directed Lois and Samantha to move out of
the way, and positioned two mattresses together on the center of the floor.
 Settling herself against the side of the tent, she directed Caroline to
lay on her back in the center of the mattresses, and told Bambi to get two
T-shirts from the discarded clothing pile and come over to her.  With one
T-shirt,Marnie blindfolded the kneeling teen, then tied her hands together
with the remaining shirt, so that the palms faced each other.  The bound
teen was then directed to kneel at Caroline's side, so that her knees were
touching Caroline's ribs.
 "Bambi, I want you to remove Caroline's bra and panties.  You can only use
your hands as is." Bambi lowered her bound hands in search of Caroline's
bra.  Unable to see, she landed them on Caroline's midsection, causing a
small gasp.  Caroline started to speak, but a look from Marnie, with her
finger over her lips, cautioned her to silence.  As she explored with her
fingers, trying to orient herself on Caroline's body, the tickling motion
made the reclining teen squirm.  Finally, Bambi's questing fingers found
the material of Caroline's bra, and from there quickly guided themselves to
the clasp in the center.  It took only a moment for the bra to spring open,
revealing breasts topped by brown aureolae.  While removing the bra,
Bambi's hands, clumsy because of the bonds, scraped the surface of each
breast, causing their nipples, and Caroline, to rise in arousal.  Caroline
raised her body, and the bra was slipped off.  In the silence, all the
girls could be heard to be breathing a little heavier.  The bra removed,
Bambi trailed her fingers down Caroline's body, eliciting small tremors
until she reached the waistband of the pale yellow panties.  With her hands
tied, Bambi could not reach both sides of the undergarment, so was forced
to pull the garment down from the front.  As she did so, she revealed
Caroline's light brown pussy hair, and her hands brushed Caroline's mound,
causing the teen to moan.  Once that was passed, the panties were quickly
removed off Caroline's leg.  Marnie stood, untied Bambi and sent them back
with the other two.  As Marnie planned her next actions, the lull in
activity allowed the girls in the tent to relax slightly, and my attention
to return to my own body.  Kate's hand had not stopped, and the tip of my
dick was threatening to poke out of the top of my jeans.  I had not been
idle, and noticed a slight dampness where my finger had been making
circular motions between Kate's legs.  I decided to up the tempo a bit, but
before I could, my attention was drawn back to the interior of the tent.
Marnie now had Lois standing at attention in the center of the mattresses
and was giving her instructions.  "No matter what happen's you can't move
or make a sound.  If you do, you will have to go outside, dressed just like
this.  Understand?" Lois swallowed once, and nodded.  Idly, I wondered why
no one had "chickened out" but attributed it to the female version of male
pride.
 Leaving Lois standing, Marnie went over to Samantha and whispered a set of
instructions into her ear.  Samantha's expression rapidly changed from
curiosity, to amazement, to downright shock, to a broad smile.  Lois just
looked more nervous.  Instructions completed, Marnie moved back to her
previous seat to watch as Samantha rose and stepped towards a trembling
Lois.  As she got closer, Samantha picked up one of the discarded T-shirts,
then stepped behind Lois, blindfolded her, and stepped behind her.
Reaching forward, Samantha slowly scraped her nails down Lois' back.  The
blonde trembled slightly, but did not move.  After a few seconds of this,
it was obvious Lois was not giving in, so Samantha tried a little harder.
Stepping forward she pressed the tips of her breasts into Lois' back and
reached around.  While moving her breasts gently against the blonde's back,
Samantha took each of Lois' nipples between a finger and thumb and kneaded
them gently.  Lois' nipples sprang to attention and she swayed slightly,
but still did not move or utter a sound.  Samantha kept trying for a moment
or two longer, but unable to evoke a response from Lois, played what would
be her last card.  Removing one hand from Lois' breasts, Samantha moved it
down and slipped it under the waistband of Lois' pale blue panties.
Through the material, I could see her finger massage the front of Lois'
womanhood, then slip inside!  The muscles stood out on Lois' neck from the
effort she was making to keep still and silent.  Just when it looked like
she was going to lose the battle, Marnie called out "Time!" and Samantha
stopped and stepped away.  "Lois, I told Samantha that if she was able to
make you move in five minutes or less, after you came back in, she could do
whatever she wanted with you for the rest of the night.  Since she didn't,
I suppose it is only fair if you get to do whatever you want with HER for
the rest of the night..." Lois turned and looked at Samantha.  I couldn't
see her expression, but Samantha's face went red, then pale.  Marnie told
the two of them to sit, and wait till she was done.  As Marnie pondered her
next move, I made mine.  Altering the motion of my hand, I started circling
a larger area, finally reaching the elastic of Kate's sweats.  With each
arc, I caught the top of the material and tugged slightly, causing the
waistband to slide a little lower.  After a few rotations, i could feel the
silky material of her panties, or whatever she was wearing.  Another few
motions, and over an inch was revealed.  Kate noticed my actions, and
removing her hand from my back, lifted her hips off the seat.  Accepting
the offered invitation, I grasped the sides of her sweatpants with both
hands and pulled them down, leaving them to pool around her ankles.  Both
of my hands went back to their earlier positions, this time with less
material between myself and her, as I also slipped my hands under the back
of her shirt.  I felt her hands fumbling with the button on my jeans.
After a moment, the button popped open, and I heard and felt my zipper pop
open, along with a cool gust of air on my overheated privates.  I was able
to lift my hips without using my hands, and soon my pants were in the same
position as hers.
 With one hand, she returned to stroking my dick through my underwear,
paying special attention to the tip, now poking above the waistband of my
jockeys, slowly oozing fluid.  Pausing, she took a drop of the fluid on the
tip of her finger and raised it to her mouth, where she sucked for a second
before placing her hand back.  Not to be outdone, I I rubbed my finger
across the wetness that had developed on her panties and raised it to my
lips.  Her juices tasted mildly sharp, with a wonderful musky aroma.
 Having gotten so caught up in our own activities, we lost track of what
was happening inside the tent.  A low moan caused us to to turn back, and
we both immediately locked into rapt attention.  While we were playing,m
the girls had apparently thrown caution, and modesty, to the winds.
 Marnie was still sitting against the wall across from us, but now her legs
were spread, panties hanging off her right ankle.  In front of her, Bambi
was lying on her stomach, her head buried in Marnie's crotch.  Though we
couldn't see any actual contact, Bambi's motions and Marnie's expression
left NO doubt as to what was actually going on.  It didn't take long for
Marnie to start spasming.  Her legs jerked and breasts heaved as Bambi's
head motions increased their speed.  Finally, Marnie screamed and collapsed
back against the wall of the tent, limp as a rag doll.  We looked for the
other girls.
 Lois had gotten her revenge alright.  Using clothing, Lois and Caroline
had tied Samantha to the floor slats of the tent, spread eagled on a
mattress.  Poor Samantha couldn't move.  The other two were tormenting her,
placing kisses and touches on all parts.  As I watched, Lois took a finger,
and wetting it in her mouth, inserted just the tip into Samantha's pussy
mound, making her squirm wildly.  Meanwhile, Caroline started to give
Samantha's massive tits a tongue bath, spending a particular amount of time
switching from one nipple to the other.  Each time it appeared Samantha was
close to orgasm, the other two stopped their ministrations as Samantha
begged for release.  Finally, being merciful, I guess, Lois and Brandi
resumed their assault.  This time, they didn't stop.  Lois inserted first
one, then two, then finally three fingers into Samantha's dripping box and
plunged them in and out.  After only a few seconds, Samantha uttered a
guttural moan as a small stream of fluid gushed out over Lois' fingers,
where they were quickly licked off by Caroline.  As Samantha's body
relaxed, Lois and Caroline rolled out of view together, but both started
making it clear what they were doing by moaning loudly.
 Meanwhile, Marnie had recovered and was returning Bambi's oral favors.
Marnie was lying on the floor, on her back, and Bambi squatted above her
mouth, facing us.  From our vantage point, we could see Marnie's tongue as
it plunged in and out of the blonde's pussy.  Bambi's eyes were screwed
shut, and her breasts bobbed in time to Marnie's head movements.  Marnie's
tongue flicked rapidly over Bambi's now extruded clit, and this proved too
much for the tall teen as she crashed her body down on Marnie's face,
grunting wildly, then collapsed forward.  Simultaneously, two low moans
from under the window let us know that Caroline and Lois had also found
release.
 Listening to the heavy breathing of the exhausted girls, we noticed that
we had both stopped our activities.  Before we could continue, however, we
heard the sounds of returning buses and quickly scrambled back into our
clothes.  The girls inside the tent heard too and roused themselves to
untie Samantha and get dressed.  By the time the moviegoers had
disembarked, we were back at our table, having gone to the tent to summon
out the girls.
 Traci and Jackie came by to relive us and pick up our five campers, asking
us how the night had gone.  "Fine," I replied, "didn't hear a peep out of
them.  Marnie looked at us curiously, and when Jackie and Traci were both
turned away, we both winked at the camper then turned away, leaving her to
ponder what we knew.  After all that had occurred though, perhaps the best
part was, as we were leaving, Kate whispered to me "sorry we got
interrupted.  I'll make it up to you!" I felt her hand grab and squeeze
mine briefly as we separated.
 Grinning broadly, I returned to my cabin to 'relieve my tension' and get a
good nights sleep.  Suddenly I had a lot to look forward to.

 Chapter 10 - Be Prepared.....

               I awoke Sunday morning in great spirits.  They lasted about
an hour.  Before I could even get breakfast, I was cornered by Traci.
"There'sbeen a small change in plans," she said.  I waited for the other
shoe to drop.  "The Boy Scouts are coming tomorrow instead of next week.
I've already told the girls." Before I could interrupt, she continued,"I
know, I know, but they called me this morning.  Something about acamporee.
It was either this or cancel..." She looked at mehelplessly and I sighed.
We both knew the girls would kill us if wecancelled.
               To fill you in, there was a Boy Scout summer camp, like our
own, nottoo far away, Twice each season, the camps got together, once at
ourfacility, once at theirs.  The kids all signed up for joint ctivities,
we had outdoor picnic meals, and a co-ed dance at night.
               We had been doing this for over five years, so the systems
were prettymuch in place, but now we had less than one day to set it all
up.  Notgood.  Still, there was no helping it.  I snagged a danish and
headedto the office.  It was going to be a long day.  I didn't stop until
almost 9:30 P.M., when I finally grabbed dinner.  Everything completed,
finally, I tottered off to my cabin andcollapsed.
 
Monday.
 
The sun and I both arose about the same time on Monday.  Bleary eyed,
Ichecked the entire camp, making sure everything was in place for theday.
I finished my rounds just as cleanup ended and the buses from theboys camp
started to arrive.  So much for breakfast, again.
 We actually managed to get all the kids to their activities with aminimum
of problems.  After two periods and lunch, I actually thoughtwe had pulled
it off without a hitch, as I went to check the archery range.  Hitch time.
When I got to the range there was no one there.  I checkedmy clipboard.
Eight kids, four from each camp, and two counselors weresupposed to have
been there.
 I had been warned that this might happen.  Sometimes the kids blew off an
activity if they could get the counselors to go along, but I had tomake
sure everything was ok.
 I walk quietly.  So, when I noticed a movement down range, since Ididn't
really want to disturb the kids if nothing was wrong.  I peeredaround one
of the archery targets.  All eight kids were seated in acircle, but there
was not sign of the two counselors.  The kids weretalking, but before I
made my presence known, my ears caught something,and I stopped to listen.
 One boy was speaking.  "They promised to leave us alone for the wholetwo
hours if we didn't say where they went." I had an idea where thatwas.  A
girl answered, "Cool.  A whole two hours.  Are we gonna play?" Play?  I
knew I should stop whatever was going to happen, but my mindkept flashing
back to two nights before, and the "card game".  "Besides," I rationalised
to myself, "I'll stay here, just in caseanything goes wrong."
 Looking around, I settled into a position behind a target and some
haybales.  I could see under the target, giving me a clear view of thekids,
but unless they looked directly at the hole, there was no way they could
see me.  The piled hay bales also hid me from the sight ofanyone else
entering the range.
 Once settled, I took stock of the eight campers, who by the sound ofthings
were going to play a game of truth or dare.  I didn't know anyof the boys
involved, of course, and was not too familiar with the girls that were
here, but thankfully, everyone was wearing name tags soit made them easy to
identify.
 Directly in front of me was a male, wearing denim shorts, and a
blackT-shirt with a plain back.  He had blond hair, but that was all I
couldsee.
 To his left was a girl.  From her size, I'd guess she was 13 or so.  She
had long light brown hair, drawn up in a ponytail with one of thosescrunchy
things.  She was wearing a white tee with a plain back and black shorts.  I
couldn't see her face either.
 Net to her was a boy, obviously big for his age.  In profile, I couldsee
he still had freckles to match his red hair.  He was also 13 or 14(all the
kids were, I think, except for MaryBeth, who was an older 12),and was
wearing a bright orange tank top, beige shorts, sneakers, andwhite socks.
 Seated to the left of him was a thin blond girl, with a nametag thatread
Jane.  Jane had on a one piece floral print bathing suit, withrunning
shorts, socks, and shoes.  Her left hand rested next to a boy, whose name
tag read "Hank." Hanklooked almost exactly like Macaluay (sp?) Culkin
would, if he had blackhair.  He had an army green T-shirt and short combo
with the boys' camplogo on them, and hiking boots.
 Next to him was MaryBeth, I suppose the junior of the group.  She was only
about 4'7" or so, maybe 90 lbs tops, including long brunette hair.  A loose
blue tank top prevented me from determining the state of herchest
development, while also partially covering yellow shorts.  Shehad sandals
on.
 I could only see the last guy at an angle, but I caught a look at hisname
tag, which said "Barry" as he turned.  Barry was slightlyoverweight, with
light brown hair, and was wearing a blue t-shirt and dark green shorts.  Of
the bunch, he looked the most uncomfortable.  Finally, there was one last
girl.  I couldn't see her name tag, but shewas wearing denim overalls on
top of a yellow T-shirt.  Her brown hairwas cut short.
 While I was looking the campers over, they had set up the rules of
thegame.  One camper would ask another to select "truth" or "dare."
Iftruth, the camper being asked had to answer one question honestly.
Ifdare, he or she had to do whatever the asker said.  The only way out
ofthe dare was if 4 of the remaining 7 kids agreed it was too much.  The
other rules were:  first, if a player's dare involved anothercamper, the
one who was not being dared could refuse and the dare wasover.  Second, if
a person got caught bluffing on a truth question, he or she would have to
do two dares made up by the whole group.  Third,no one could pick the
person who had just dared them.  The campers "shot it out" to see who went
first, and the blond boy with his back to me was the winner.  The game
began.
 The as-yet unidentified teen looked around for a second, then chose.
"Chelli.  Truth or dare?" The answer came form the girl to his left,in the
white tee.  "Truth."
 
"How far have you ever gone with a boy?"
 
I couldn't see Chelli's face, but I could almost hear her blush as
shereplied, "third base." The blond started to ask more, but Chellistopped
him, "Only one question.  My turn.  Hank, truth or dare?."
 Hank started to respond, then seemed to change his mind.  "Dare." Chelli
had one ready.  "Pick any girl here.  She gets to kiss youanywhere she
wants." Hank immediately chose MaryBeth who leaned overand gave him a quick
peck on the cheek.  Hank looked a bitdisappointed.
 Hank selected Jane as his choice, she also chose are.  It took Hank aquick
moment to come up with one.  "You have to kiss one boy on themouth." Jane
just leaned over to the red-head next to her, who turnedto face her.  They
quickly kissed and released, but it was obvious itwas not the first time
for any of them.  The game went on for a few turns.  Nothing of
significance happened,just some kissing and admissions as to what each
person had and had notdone.  Turns out all of them were virgins, but most
had someexperience.  Barry was the least experienced, having admitted
shylythat he had only kissed a girl, and from what I could figure out
fromthe terms used, Jane was the most experienced.  I also learned the
names of the other campers.  Dan was the blond with his back to me,Alan was
on the other side of Chelli.  Tammy was wearing the denimoveralls.
 Things started to get a little more interesting as Alan selectedMaryBeth
to go next.  I knew MaryBeth was only 12, and that made herthe youngest, so
I kind of expected the others to go easier on her.  Wrong.  She chose a
dare.
 Alan grinned as he told her what to do.  She had to pick one boy andlet
him feel any part of her body he wanted for thirty seconds.  Iexpected her
to be concerned, but she just pointed at Barry, perhaps expecting him to
refuse and let her off the hook.  He didn't.  Hesitantly, Barry reached
over and placed his right hand on her leftbreasts.  With her shirt being
loose, it was hard to tell what he had ahold of, but there was definitely
something there.  His hand massagedher chest, surprisingly gently, and
MaryBeth closed her eyes.  Alancalled time and Barry yanked his hand back.
After MaryBeth regained her composure a moment later, she looked aroundwith
a glint in her eye.  I think it was obvious to everyone thatthings had
moved to the next level.  MaryBeth picked Barry.
 I half expected him to pick truth again, but he seemed to have lostsome of
his reservations.  Dare.  MaryBeth said, "It's only fair.  Youcan pick any
other girl and she can feel you anywhere she wants for oneminute." Barry
started to look nervous again.  A little shakily, hepointed at Jane.
 Jane didn't seem to be put off.  as she stood and walked over to Barry.
The angle restricted my view but I could see her hands stroke hischest,
then dropped lower.  Barry jerked, and though I couldn't see, Icould guess
what was happening.  MaryBeth called time and Jane sat backdown.  Everyone
looked a little flustered and I thought things werereally going to get
going now, though I was not sure how far.
 Barry picked Tammy next, but before she went, she suggested the game
bechanged to just "dare." Everyone agreed.  Barry's dare was simple.  "Take
off your overalls."
 Everyone paused for a second, wondering if Tammy was going tochallenge.
She didn't.  Getting to her knees, she undid the buttons onthe shoulder
straps of her overalls, letting them fall.  She sat down and shucked them
off, folding them next to her.  Her T-shirt wasoversized so no one could
see what was underneath.  Tammy chose Dan, and dared him to let each of the
other girls kiss himonce, any where they wanted.  Dan nodded, and each girl
took her turn.  Chelli went first and kissed him hard on the lips, as did
Jane.  MaryBeth crawled over to him, and planted a hard, wet kiss on his
neck.  I was beginning to suspect that despite her young age, MaryBeth
mightbe one of the most experienced girls there.  Dan had a wickedly
creative mind.  He selected Jane, and told her shewas to remove a different
piece of clothing from each of the otherplayers, herself included.  Again,
I expected a possible challenge, butnone came.  Jane went to Chelli first,
and smiling, removed her haircrunchy.  There was a brief debate whether
that counted as clothing,but it was finally allowed.
 From Alan, she took sneakers.  She took off her own shorts, leavingherself
in just a bathing suit and footwear.  Hank lost his socks.  When she got to
MaryBeth, she realised her options were getting limited.  Quickly she took
off MaryBeth's T-shirt, revealing a blackbikini top.  MaryBeth's breasts
were still developing, but filled outthe bikini nicely.
 When she got to Barry, she realised she had a problem, all the outerpieces
of clothing had been used.  She finally appealed to the others,who let her
off the hook by taking Barry and Tammy's footwear.
 She sat down, looking vaguely relieved, and told Alan to go next.  Shewas
also creative.  She told him that for every piece of clothing hetook off,
he could tell one other girl to take one off too.  Alan considered this for
a moment then pulled off his socks.  He pointed toTammy.  She had already
lost her overalls and sandals, and so wasforced to remove her t-shirt.  She
stood up and quickly stripped it over her heard, then sat right back down,
slightly embarrassed.  Herchest had not really started developing yet, and
she was wearing alight colored training bra, along with plain white cotton
briefs.  Inoticed several of the boys were making themselves more
comfortable.  Next, Alan pulled off his tank top, for which Chelli removed
hersandals.  That was enough for him.
 Alan picked MaryBeth.  He dared her to pick any boy and let him
feelanything he wanted, for a minute, even under clothing.  There was
acollective intake of breath, but no one complained as things werestarting
to get really serious.  She chose Dan.  Dan smiled, and walked on his knees
over to MaryBeth, who closed hereyes.  Placing his hands on her black
bikini top, he began to rubgently.  After only a few seconds, his hands
slipped under the material, where you could see his fingers move on the
surface of hertits.  MaryBeth moaned slightly and started to sway a little
beforetime was called.  Everyone now looked excited and flushed.
 They all seemed to realise that time was passing, I suspect, becausenow
things really started to heat up.
 MaryBeth dared Hank next.
 Her dare was simple.  "Strip".  Hank stared at her, uncomprehending fora
moment.  Here it comes, I thought, this is where it stops.  Hank
evenstarted to speak, but then changed his mind, I guess.  Maybe he
wasthinking about what could come next.  He stood up and quickly removedhis
T-shirt and shorts, hesitating as he found himself clad only in apair of
white fruit of the looms.  With a decisive jerk, they too fell,leaving him
exposed to the world.  Let's just say puberty had hit.  Both MaryBeth and
Jane had looks on their faces best described as'hungry' while the others
had expressions that reflected mixed excitement, amusement, and shock.
Hank must have noticed, because he sat down, legs crossed, and pickedJane
next.  Before he could even speak, Jane knew what he had in mind.  She just
stood up and slipped off the straps of her suit, then pulledthem down past
her shoulders.  With a wiggle, the suit fell to theground.  Her teenaged
breasts shook out and settled into apple-sizedglobes, and everyone could
see a light covering of blond hair coveringher pussy.  She quickly sat
down, hands in lap, and picked Dan.
 You should be able to guess what Dan had to do.  I couldn't see
hisattributes from my angle, but Tammy snickered slightly and he
lookedawfully embarrassed, so I suspected puberty wasn't done with him yet.
Dan chose Tammy, but added a twist, this time he told her to pickanother
camper to actually remove her clothing.  It took Tammy a minute to decide,
but she finally settled on Alan, whostepped up to, then behind her.  From
the back, I could see him fumblewith the clasp of her training bra, finally
springing it free.  As heremoved it, I had a wonderful view of her tiny
mounds,which protrudedno more than 1/4" from her chest, with tiny bumps for
nipples.  Stillbehind her, he hooked his hands into the waistband of her
cotton panties and dragged them down.  I couldn't get a good view.  Barry
started to smile a bit too widely, because Tammy noticed and picked him
next.  To his credit, he quickly stood up and shucked hisclothing.  When
his underwear dropped there was a collective gasp, evenfrom me.  The boy
was huge.  Even at 13 years of age, his cock stood atattention and was at
least 7" long and over 2" around.  This reactionembarrassed him more, and
he dropped like a stone, hands in his lap.  Chelli was next, and she
disrobed quickly, revealing grapefruit sizebreasts and a v-shaped patch of
hair over her cunt, which she obviouslykept trimmed.
 Next to go was Alan.  No instructions were necessary as everyone knewwhat
to do by now.  Alan apparently had not hit puberty yet, his dickwas only
maybe 2" long when hard, but it was twitching madly.  Everyonegiggled a bit
at the sight, but he took it with good graces.  Finally, all eyes turned to
the last one dressed, MaryBeth.  Shestarted to stand, but Alan spoke up,
"It's still my dare, isn't it?  Instead of you taking them off, you pick
someone else to do each piece, and they get to play with whatever they show
for 30 seconds." MaryBethlooked almost eager at the thought and wasted no
time making her firstchoice.
 She offered her sandaled left foot to Tammy, who unbuckled it andtossed it
aside.  Holding the foot by the ankle, Tammy lightly strokedthe underside,
causing MaryBeth to giggle.  The other foot was offeredto Jane, who did the
same thing.  MaryBeth next presented her rear toBarry, who had the honor of
removing her shorts.  His hands trembledwith excitement as he fumbled with
the button in front, working it freefinally.  The shorts dropped to her
ankles as Barry rubbed his hands upand down her thighs, from her knees to
the bottoms of her black bikini.  MaryBeth's knees started to get a little
wobbly before time wascalled.
 Next, she stepped over to Hank and bent over slightly.  He reached upand
behind her to untie the small strings that held her top on.  As thetop fell
into his lap, her tits sprang free.  They were lovely, pear shaped, with
tiny pink nipples sticking out.  Hank took each of thenipples in a hand and
rubbed gently.  A little too hard at first, asMaryBeth grimaced, but he
soon got the idea and massaged them gently as MaryBeth moaned.  Thirty
seconds passed all too quickly for both ofthem.
 Alan looked at Dan, wondering who would get to remove her panties,
andexpose the treasure beneath.  MaryBeth surprised us all by turning
toChelli, perhaps thinking this the safest way out.  Chelli kneeled infront
of MaryBeth, giving me a wonderful view of her naked buttocks.  Grasping
the sides of MaryBeth's black bottoms, she quickly slid themto the ground
and off.  Only a smll patch of fuzz was visible aboveMaryBeth's hairless
pussy.  MaryBeth started to sit, but Chellirestrained her by by placing her
palm directly on the front of the12-year-old's cunt.  MaryBeth let out a
low moan as Chelli rotated her palm, while everyone elses jaws dropped.
Chelli let her hand swirl fora moment longer before taking it away and
letting MaryBeth stumble backto her seat.
 The was a long moment of silence as the eight now naked teens
eachconsidered how much further they were willing to go.  Finally,
theydiscussed it among themselves, and came up with another rule change.
Each person got to dare one other person, to do ANYTHING.  And oncesomeone
had been dared they could not be dared again.  Dan had come upwith the
idea, so he got to go first, and they would go around thecircle to the
left.
 Everyone seemed very nervous, perhaps worried about what was going
tohappen, but the sound of a beeping watch reminded them that time
waslimited, and no one was stopping now.
 Dan took a deep breath, and then picked Jane.  Taking another breath,her
dared her to "pick any other guy, and play with his thingie untilit
squirts." Jane just shrugged, as if to say no problem.  She lookedover her
choices and settled next to the pre-pubescent Alan.  Whileshort, his 2"
phallus was standing out firmly, and was over an inchacross.  Leaning over,
she encircled the entire member with her fistand pumped gently.  It was
obvious to me she had some practice.  Alan,though, apparently had not, for
it was only a matter of a few strokesuntil his hips began to buck and a
thin white stream shot from betweenher fingers.  Alan collapsed to the
ground with a grunt as Jane let go.  Everyone was staring at the scene, as
if they could not believe it hadactually happened.
 Since Chelli was next in line, it was her pick.  She looked like shehad
something in mind for Alan, but he was still recovering, so shepicked Hank
instead.
 Hanks dare was to pick any girl he wanted, who could do what she wantedto
him for 3 minutes.  Looking at Jane (and probably remembering whatshe did
to Alan), he finally set on Chelli.  She protested briefly, buteveryone
reminded her she hadn't said any OTHER girl, so....
 Chelli stood up, walked over to him, and had him stand in front of her.
  Leaning forward, she pulled him into a kiss.  Their lips met,awkwardly at
first, but soon settled into a passionate lock.  Each puta hand around the
other, pulling their bodies together.  Chelli's freehand drifted downwards
and gripped Hank's erect Manhood, strokingslowly, but rapidly.  His hand
started to drift to her crotch, but shebroke the kiss long enough to tell
him to stop.  His attention was soondistracted anyway, as her hand motions
started to produce the desiredresponse.  His inexperienced rod jerked once,
twice, three times, thenhis hips bucked and more cum joined Alan's soaking
into the ground some if it landing on Chelli's leg.  They kissed for a
moment longer before releasing each other.  Hanklooked a bit dazed, but
before he sat down he told MaryBeth she wouldgo next, once he got his
breath back.
 MaryBeth was getting a bit nervous while Hank took a minute to recover,and
that didn't change when she got her instructions.  Her dare wasbasically
the same as Hank's, except she had to pick a guy, and she wasnot allowed to
join in.  She swallowed a bit heavily, before motioningto Dan.
 Dan motioned to her to lie in the center of the circle, on her back.  As
everyone watched, I noticed that Jane had again begun to play withAlan's
restiffening dick, as he idly toyed with her nipples.  Hank andChelli were
also cuddled together and fondling all over each other,with Hank finally
allowed to run his fingers across Chelli's crotch,causing her to sigh each
time.  Barry and Tammy had moved closer together also.  Returning my gaze
to the center of the action, I sawthat Dan was rapidly fluttering his
fingers around MaryBeth's breastsand stomach, causing her to undulate
slightly.  Finally, he leaned over and pressed his lips to her left nipple,
causing her to jerk.  As hesucked on her nipples, his hand wandered between
her legs, which partedas if by magic, revealing her naked womanhood.
 His finger began to move all around the 12-year-old's love hole, withno
particular skill but plenty of enthusiasm.  Still, his randomstroking
connected with her lips and clit often, sending the petite brunette into
spasms of ecstasy.  As .she settled down, I thoughtthings were done, till I
noticed Dan curl one finger and insert the tipinto her virgin hole.  He was
a little too forceful and I heard a gruntof discomfort, which quickly
turned into a sigh as his finger began towork itself in and out of her
hole, up to his first knuckle.  Thistime, when she came, the spasms were so
strong that she physicallyexpelled Dan's finger from her cunt.  As things
calmed down, Dan lookedat his finger in amazement, as if he couldn't
believe what had justhappened.
 MaryBeth had just enough energy to lift her head weakly.  She looked
atTammy and Barry, and said to the brown haired female "He's yours"before
her head dropped back.  Tammy wasted no time.  Reaching down,she grasped
Barry's monster in one hand and began to pump slowly.  Herfingers could not
close around the massive muscle, but that didn't seemto bother Barry, who,
following Dan's example had attached his mouth toTammy's tits.
 This went on for a moment or two (longer than any of the other guys
hadeven lasted) until they broke apart.  Tammy just smiled at Barry, whowas
wearing a goofy grin, and said "I've always wanted to try this.." Before
Barry could even ask what she meant, her head dipped down andshe took the
head of his throbbing cock into her mouth.  What Tammy lacked in practice,
she made up in effort.  As her lipsmoved up and down on the top two inches
of Barry's dicks, I could seeher cheeks suck in.  Barry's head lolled back,
and his hands had clenched into fists.  All other activity had stopped to
watch this,even MaryBeth and Dan, who had by now resumed their
mutualexplorations, Dan's dick now firmly in MaryBeth''s hand.  Teen-age
stamina aside, Barry was only human, and started to gruntuncontrollably.
Tammy realised what was about to happen and pulled herface away, resuming
her hand action.  Barry spasmed once and a thickstream of white fluid shot
over a foot and a half into the air beforelanding on the grounds.  A small
drop landed in Tammy's hair, Iwondered if she'd notice before someone else
did.
 In the silence that followed, the faint sounds of approaching
footstepscould be heard from down the far trail.  As the teens scrambled
fordiscarded clothing in a panic, you could see the frustration on
theirface that they had not been able to finish.  I knew how they felt as
Iadjusted my shorts and slipped away.  As I left, I saw the
returningcounselors walking back, hand-in-hand.  Yep, I was right.
 Unfortunately, I still had many things to do that day, so I couldn't
golooking for any more illicit activity.  As it was, Traci looked alittle
annoyed at me by the time I finally made it back to the office.  I covered
by apologising for stopping to rest a bit, and taking anunscheduled nap.  I
guess she bought it, but she assigned me to man theoffice for the rest of
the day, so she could get some rest.  I was stuck there till dinnertime.
The picnic meals went fine.  I even got to see Kate for a few minutes.  Our
budding relationship was one of those "open secrets" that you getin small
communities, we never said anything, but everyone knew.  Alas,we had no
time to ourselves, but she did promise to try to see me laterthat night, if
our schedules permitted.  After dinner, everyone started to get ready for
the dance.  It was myjob to chase away some of the girls who kept trying to
find ways topeer into the guest cabins the boys were using to shower and
change (Ihad long since past bought blinds for my own cabin windows).  Only
afew girls came up the trail, and they quickly turned back when they sawme
standing there.
 The dance went well.  I noticed with some amusement that the pairings
formed at the archery range that afternoon still seemed to be together.
During the dance itself, I had to stay outside the RecHall, so Ididn't
really get a chance to join in.  I had to make sure none of ourcouples
(staff or camper) decided to take a private stroll.  Apparently, I was not
as successful as I thought I had been, as I foundout much later.
 (Author's Note:  As before, I am including the text of the interviewbelow
at this point for the sake of chronological order.  The actualinterview
came much later on, under circumstances which I can't describe for fear of
ruining later parts of the story.  Also, Icouldn't take a recording, just
notes, so I am not quoting Corin'sresponses verbatim, hence you might find
the phrasing rather strange,not what you would expect from a girl her age.)
Corin was 11 years old at the time, I realised from looking at herfile.
It's ironic too that I had noticed her that night.  She had beenwearing a
bright floral print dress that hung from straps on hershoulders down to her
knees, with white stockings and shoes.  She wasan early bloomer, I could
make out small mounds pushing out the top ofher dress.  Some boy was asking
her to dance, I guessed he was 12 or so(I found out later, he was 14).  I
remember thinking he was a luckyguy.  Corin was a real cutie, with red hair
in a ponytail and a hint offreckles.  She was on her school gymnastic's
team, and so was firm andlithe, with almost no baby fat.  I had found her
wandering into myfantasies once or twice after seeing her at the
waterslide.  Later thatnight, I looked for them again, but didn't see them.
I figured that they had found others to dance with, but I was mistaken.
Later, Ifound out what really happened.
 
(Begin insertion edited interview)
 
Me:  So, where DID you two go that night?
 
Corin:  Well, this older boy, Ralph (he said everyone called him
Rolf,like the muppets), asked me to dance.  I guess he thought I was
olderor something.  We went out on the dance floor while some song was
playing, I think it was Janet Jackson.  Anyway, we danced until thesong
ended.  Then a slow song came on, and I started to sit down, buthe asked me
if I wanted to keep dancing.  I had never slow-danced with a boy before,
but I didn't want him to know that, besides, me and a fewof the girls had
practised just in case.
 
M:  So how did it go?
 
C:  It was a little strange at first when he put his arms around me
andhis hands on my back, but it felt kinda neat.  I just put my hands
thesame place he did his, and we kinda rocked in place.
 
M:  So you liked it?
 
C:  Well, I was a little scared at first, but I got used to it.  Thefirst
song ended, but the guy put on another slow one, so we stayed.  Inoticed
Pam, from my tent, you know the one who is so proud she already wore a bra?
Well, she was staring at me all jealous-like, so that feltkinda good.
 
M:  <nod>
 
C:  So anyway, about halfway through the song, Ralphs hands started
tomove around my back.  I got a little scared again, but it still feltnice,
so I didn't do anything.  His hands moved up and down my back, and noticed
I felt a little tingly down there.  <pointed to lap>
 
M:  Had you ever felt tingly down there before?
 
C:  A couple of times in the shower, when I washed down there, and onceor
twice when some of use were talking about boys.  I didn't know whatit was
then, but I do now!
 
M:  Hmm.  So then what happened?
 
C:  The song ended.  I was going to sit down, but Ralph asked if Iwanted
to take a walk.  I kinda thought I shouldn't, but I saw Pamstaring at me
again, so I said yes, just to piss her off.
 
M:  Did she get mad?
 
C:  Oh yeah!  <smile> Ralph took my hand and we snuck out the side
doorwhen the counselor wasn't looking.  I expected to get caught, but
therewas no one there, so we dashed to the trail to the barn.
 
M:  I must have been chasing someone else.
 
C:  Once we were away from the dance hall, I got real scared, cause itwas
real dark and there was no one else there.  I started walking realclose to
Ralph and wanted to go back, but then we saw the light from the barn ahead
of us.  Ralph asked what it was, and I told him, and hewanted to go there.
I was still scared, but with the light ahead itdidn't seem quite so bad, so
I said OK.
 
M:  No one was at the barn?
 
C:  Nope.  Everyone must have been at the dance.  The horses were outin
the field, so the whole barn was empty.  We went inside and lookedfor a
place to sit down.  I know where they keep the clean horse blankets, so we
spread some over some hay bales.
 
M:  Then what?
 
C:  We talked for a while, about some of the other kids, and stuff
likethat.  Then, like all of a sudden, he put his hands on my shoulders
andkissed me!
 
M:  What did you do?
 
C:  I shrieked and pulled back.  He asked me if I had ever been kissedby
a boy before.  I was embarrassed, but I had to tell him no.  Helooked a
little confused, then asked me if I liked it.
 
M:  What did you tell him?
 
C:  I told him he scared me.  He asked me if I wanted to try again.  Iwas
still scared, but some of the other girls had kissed boys or evendone some
other stuff, and they all said it was kinda neat, so....
 
M:  So you let him?
 
C:  Yeah.  He told me to stop him if anything felt bad, oruncomfortable,
then he put his hands on my shoulders and bent over tokiss me again, this
time a little softer.
 
M:  How did it feel this time?
 
C:  It was real strange at first, but then I got used to it, and itfelt
good, so I started to kiss him back.  He seemed to like that, andhis hands
started to rub my back again.
 
M:  Did you get the tingly feeling again?
 
C:  Not right away, but after we had been kissing for a while it
cameback.  It was tinglier than usual, too.  I was really getting used
toit, when he took his mouth away, and asked me if I liked that.  I toldhim
yes, and he asked me if he could try kissing me somewhere else.  Igot a
little nervous, but I wanted the tingly feeling to come back, soI said he
could.
 
He bent down again, but instead of kissing me on the lips, he put
hismouth on the side of my neck, right here (pointed).  It felt
really,really nice as me moves his mouth around, under my chin, to the
other side, and the tingly feeling got a little stronger.
 
When he stopped, I had a big smile on my face, so I guess he
kneweverything was ok.  He started to kiss me on the mouth again.  We
didthat for a while, and I didn't notice that he had pushed the strings of
my dress down until he started kissing my shoulders.
 
M:  Mm-Hmm...
 
C:  I mean, I knew we should stop, but it felt so nice.  Besides, itwas
just kissing.  I knew I liked what he was doing, and his neck wasright in
front of me, so I kissed it.  He must have like that too,cause he started
to squeeze my back.  I kept kissing his neck, untilsuddenly I felt his hand
touch my boobie.
 
I must of jerked, cause he stopped kissing me.He pulled his head away,but
he left his hand just sitting there on my boobie.  I looked at his hand
just resting on my dress.  Mommy always told methis was bad touching, but I
could feel that tingly feeling coming fromright where his hand was.  I
think I swallowed once, then nodded just alittle, to show Ralph it was
okay.
 
M:  Were you scared?
 
C:  Yeah, a little, but it felt so good.  He left his hand there,
andstarted to kiss me again, on the neck and shoulders.  I guess Iloosened
up a little, cause I felt him start to move his hand.  Myboobie moved with
it, and those tingly feelings started to get realstrong.  When he put his
other hand on my other boob, I didn't eventwitch, just kissed him harder.
I started to feel a little warm.
 
M:  What happened next?
 
C:  Well, we kept doing that for a bit, till we both stopped to take
abreath.  Then, he asked me if I would mind if he took off his shirt.
 
M:  Did you?
 
C:  Well, I had seen boys without shirts before, like at the pool, so
Ididn't think it was anything strange, so no, I didn't mind.  He pulledof
his shirt, and for some reason, the tingles got stronger.  We kissedagain,
and he put my hands on his chest, which felt all soft.  It wasreal smooth,
but there were a few little hairs around.
 
M:  <nod>
 
C:  The next time we stopped tho, he looked at me kinda weird and I gota
little nervous again.  I noticed he had a big lump in front of hisshorts,
and remembered one of the older girls calling it a 'boner'.  and she said
it meant he was excited.  Then he asked me if I'd mind if hetook off his
shorts!  Except for my little brother, I had never seen aboy without his
pants on, so I guess I was curious, if a bit scared.  I couldn't seem to
get the words out, tho, the scared, tingly, and curiosfeelings were all
mixed up so I just shook my head and watched while hetook off his sneakers,
and then unbuttoned his shorts.  He had white underwear on, kinda like my
panties, but bigger.  I could see the shapehis boner made in the front.
 
He wanted to kiss me again, and this time we got real close as he puthis
hands back on my boobies and I kept feeling his chest.  It wasreally
strange, being so close to a boy with almost no clothes on, but it felt
kinda good and warm, too.  As we kept kissing, I felt his handsmove away
from my boobies and on to my back.  His hands kinda fumbledaround for a
bit, until realised he was feeling for the zipper of my dress.  When he
found it, I somehow knew that if I didn't stop what wewere doing right
then, it was going to get really serious, but I didn'thave a real idea of
what could happen.
 
He grabbed the zipper, but before he could pull it down, I pulled away.
I looked at him for a second.
 
M:  Did you want to stop?
 
C:  I did, but I didn't too.  It was real weird.  He told me that if
Ididn't want to do anymore, then we'd just stay the way we were, but itwas
kind of unfair, him being all undressed and me having all myclothes on.  I
dunno, I really don't remember what I was thinking.  Ijust turned my back
to him so he could reach the zipper.  I could feel his hands shake a little
as he pulled the zipper down.  When he let go, the dress dropped down, and
I was just standing therein my panties and stockings and shoes.  I just
stood there, with my arms held up over my boobies and my back to him.  I
was shivering, butI was still feeling all warm.
 
M:  You were scared.
 
C:  Yeah, I guess I was.  Anyway, I heard him stand behind me, then
hestarted to kiss my shoulders again.  He put his hands around my tummyand
I just sorta leaned back against him.  He kept kissing my neck and
shoulders until I stopped shivering, then I felt his hands try to turnme
around.  The first time, I resisted, but he just stopped, kissed mea little
more, and when he tried again, I let him spin me.  I just stood there,
unable to move, with my arms still crossed.  M:  <nod>
 
C:  He kissed me on the lips again, then put his hands on mine andgently
pulled them away from my shoulders and down to my sides.  Iremember he
whistled and told me I was beautiful.
 
I guess he noticed my knees were shaking, because he walked me back tothe
blanket and sat me down.  I started to put my hands up again, buthe stopped
me with his, telling me I had nothing to be ashamed of, I was so beautiful.
He kissed me again, on the mouth, until I feltmyself relax, then he put his
hands back on my boobies.  Oh, now itfelt really good, and I noticed my
coochie was getting all damp, which had only happened once before.
 
M:  Your 'coochie'?
 
C:  You know, down there?  <laugh>
 
M:  Ah.  When did i t happen before?
 
C:  Um, well....
 
M:  If you don't want to tell me, you don't have to.  That's okay.
 
C:  Good.  Anyway, it felt really good now, especially when he wouldput
my bumps between his fingers and rub them.  Then the tinglyfeelings got
real strong, but that wasn't the best part!
 
M:  Oh?
 
C:  Well, the real best part was later, but I didn't know that.
Whathappened was he stopped kissing my mouth and stuff and bent down
andkissed me right in the center of my boobie.  I thought I was going to
die, it felt so good.  I just laid back against the hay.  I wished hewould
keep doing that forever.
 
M:  What happened?
 
C:  He stopped.  <pout> He said his mouth was tired.  Then he asked meif
I had even seen a boy naked?
 
M:  Had you?
 
C:  No!  Well, except for my baby brother when he was real young.  Itold
him that, and he asked me if I wanted to.  I got scared again,
buteverything had felt so nice so far...
 
M:  So you told him yes?
 
C:  Yeah.  Then I watched him pull off his underwear.  His boner
sprangout, it was pointing straight at me.  It was so long!  Like one
ofthose big pencil, you know?  I wanted to touch it, like to see if itwas
real, but I was afraid to.  He must have noticed though, cause hetold me it
was okay.  I reached out and touched just the tip.  I yankedmy hand back as
it jumped, and his eyes closed.  I thought I had hurthim, but he told me
no, that just felt really nifty when I did that,and I could do it any time
I wanted.
 
M:  Did you?
 
C:  Not then.  Instead, he stood me up and started kissing me real
nice,with our bodies pressed real close together.  I felt his boner rub
upagainst the front of my panties, giving me all kinds of nice
tinglyfeelings.
 
We did that for a long time, at least I thought it was.  Then, hestepped
back and looked at me again.  I already knew what he wanted,and at that
point I felt so good I think I would have done whatever he asked.  I didn't
even think about it as I pulled my panties down.  Iheard some girls have to
shave down there, but I had nothing to shaveyet.
 
Without speaking, we got real close together and I could feel his
bonerrubbing up against my coochie.  God, it felt so good, like someone
wastickling me at just the right spot.  When he put his hands on my boobies
again, I reached down and put mine around his boner.  It feltreal warm and
smooth as I moved my hand up and down it.  The tip waswet.  One of the
older girls had told me this was called pre-cum, but Iwasn't sure what that
meant.
 
We were still kissing like that when I felt one of his hands on
mybelling, moving down.  Somehow, I knew what he was doing and I
justwaited.  A few seconds later, I felt his fingers touch the outside of
my coochie.  I thought everything before had felt good, but that was
nothing.  As hestarted to move his hand around, it felt like little bursts
oflightning were flying around my body.  We just kept rubbing each otherand
kissing like that until we couldn't take it anymore.  I don't knowabout
him, but I thought I was going to explode.
 
M:  <Nodding, trying to retain composure>
 
C:  We were both breathing hard, and he looked at me, and just kindaasked
me if I knew what having sex was, he had some trouble getting thewords out.
The older girl had told me that it involved him putting his boner into me,
that it felt really good, but that it sometimes hurt thefirst time.
 
M:  Did you tell him that?
 
C:  Yeah.  He told me that yes, it does hurt sometimes, when he breaksmy
'cherry.' I remember that my doctor had something about me doingthat when I
fell off my bike last summer, though he called it somethingelse, a
'hy-mean' or something.  Ralph said that if I wanted to then,it might not
hurt at all.
 
M:  And?
 
C:  I was a little scared, but I didn't want him to stop, so I said
wecould try it.  He told me to sit on the edge of the hay bales and
layback.  He sat down next to me, then started to rub his fingers on
mycoochie again.  This time, I started to squirm, cause the tinglyfeelings
were so strong.  I closed my eyes, I emember, then I felt himstand up, in
front of my legs.
 
He put his hands on my knees and moved them away from each other, and
Ifelt him step between them.  I felt his finger on my coochie again,
andthis time, I felt it go inside.  It felt real weird, but so good as he
moved it around inside.  When he took it out, I almost yelled at him toput
it back in, until I felt something else push around the outside.  It was
bigger than his finger, and I realised what it was.  He just moved it
around outside for a bit, until I felt him stop rightover my hole.  He just
left it there, until I told him it was okay.  Ifelt the tip push against my
coochie, then suddenly it went in.  Ithurt a tiny bit, then felt real good.
So good.  I felt him push hisboner into me real slow, I guess making sure
it didn't hurt.  Everytime he moved forward, I felt this nice stretching
feeling inside.  Thetingling was so strong, i couldn't stop shaking.
Finally, he couldn'tgo any further and we just stayed like that.  Suddenly
I felt him startto take it out!
 
I told him not to, please!  He just smiled and pulled almost all theway
out, then pushed back in, faster then before.  My eyes closed againas he
slowly started to move his boner in and out, faster each time.  He started
to to grunt, and I started to moan.  It felt like this greatpressure built
up inside me, like I had to pee really bad, but icouldn't His grunts got
real loud, and suddenly he pushed into me realhard and I felt something
warm shoot all over my insides.  When thathappened, it felt like I
exploded.  I can't really describe it.  All Isaw were spots, and it was a
minute before I could breath again.  I hadnever felt anything like it.
 
He just collapsed on top of me.  When we both got up, I noticed hisboner
had got all small and soft.  He told me that was normal for a guyafter he
had an orgasm.  I found out later that's what happened to me too.
 
As were were getting dressed, I asked him where he learned how to dothat.
He told me it was one of our counselors from last year!  But henever told
me which one.
 
M:  I see.  Then what?
 
C:  We got dressed and went back to the dance.  We got there just
aseverything was done.  All I managed was another quick kiss before hehad
to go.  When I told the other girls what happened, they didn'tbelieve me,
until I showed them the underwear we traded....
 
(End edited interview segment)
 
Like I said before, though, at the time I didn't know anything aboutthat,
and my only concern was to get all the boys out of camp and thegirls to
their tents so I could finally get some sleep.
 
We had to track down a few couples trying to wander away from the
maingroup, but eventually we accounted for everyone.  The busses pulled
outand the girls were marched off to bed.  It was really late, none of
thestaff would be able to go out, so Kate and I just managed to get in
aquick smooch.  I was too tired anyway, and you know what they say abouta
pleasure postponed, or something like that.  Once the DJ had leftcamp, and
the lights were all out, I stumbled back to my cabin, took aquick shower,
and collapsed into bed.

It was no problem to fall asleep, and I must have been snoring like
maduntil I noticed the door to my cabin open and close quickly.  I wasstill
almost fully asleep when I felt someone climb into bed with me, and my
sleep-fogged brain assumed it was Kate.

The part of me that was still attached to reality realised I shouldprobably
tell her she should not have sneaked out, but hey.  I thoughtabout it for a
sec, then just put my arm around her and snuggled in.  I started to doze
off again, but something kept nagging at my mind,preventing me from
sleeping.
 
My eyes flew open when I realised what that something was.  Whoever wasin
bed with me was A> a lot lighter weight than Kate, and B> her (atleast I
assumed it was a her) feet only came down to my knees!
 
It took a few seconds for my eyes to focus, and when they did, I
sawAndy's face, not more than a foot away from my own!  When she saw
myexpression, she smiled and kissed the tip of my nose!  I was suddenly
thankful I had decided to wear a pair of surgical greens to bed thatnight.
 
"Wh-wh-wh-what the.  Wh-wh-what are you?" I sputtered out.  Yeah, Iknow,
real cool and collected.  You try it sometime.  Andy smiled at meagain and
said "I couldn't sleep in the tent, so I came here."
 
My greens got real tight all of the sudden as I remembered whathappened
the last time Andy couldn't sleep.  This time, though, myrational brain
kicked in, and I told her that it was wrong, that she had to go back to her
tent.
 
She just pouted at me.  "If you try to make me leave, I'll
startscreaming!" Oh, great.  Now what were my options.  I started to
crawlback out of bed, figuring I'd leave it to her at least but before
myfeet could hit the floor she told me she'd scream if I left her in
bed,too.
 
I knew when I was licked.  There was no way out but to play thisthrough
and hope for a clean escape later.  Besides, to be totallyhonest, there was
a part of me that didn't want her to go.
 
Settling back on the bed, I asked her that if I set the alarm early,would
she at least go back to her tent before everyone else woke up?  She agreed.
I flipped over to set the clock and I felt her snuggle upagainst my back.
A few minutes later, her breathing settled into agentle rhythm, with just a
hint of a snore.
 
Sighing, I settled in, expecting not to be able to sleep till morning,but
it was kind of cozy, so between her quiet breathing, my exhaustionand the
late hour, I drifted off to sleep.
 
When the alarm went off, it took me a few seconds to get my bearingsback.
I was laying on my back now, Andy had her arm across my chestand was lying
on her side, her head resting on my shoulder.  We must have shifted during
the night.  My hand was resting on her back fromunderneath, and I noticed
she was wearing a shirt that felt like it wasmade of some kind of
satin-like material.
 
While I was rousing myself, my hand started to move of its own volition,
and was rubbing her back.  Andy rumbled a bit in her sleepand shifted
closer, moving her arm down my chest.  I realised that Ihad an opportunity
here I might never have again, but if anything wentwrong, I could lose my
job and would probably end up in jail.  Meanwhile, I was still rubbing
Andy's back and she shifted again,dropping her arm right on top of my belly
button.  I experimented a little to see how deeply she slept.  With my
otherhand, I reached for her arm and gave it a little pinch.  I couldalways
say I was trying to wake her up.  She rumbled under her breath again but
didn't awaken.  Another pinch had the same result, so I threwcaution to the
wind and decided to see just how far I could take this.  I let the hand
resting on her back start to wander slowly downwardsuntil I could feel the
top of her panties covering her young ass.  Itook a deep breath and let my
fingers move lower, until I was cuppingone cheek in my hand, through the
material of what I guessed was hersleepshirt.
 
Using my fingers, I slowly gathered up the satin material, until Icould
feel the cotton of her panties lade bare beneath my hand.  Icupped the
globe and squoze gently.  I turned my head in thatdirection, then froze.
Andy had turned her head and her eyes were wideopen.
 
I thought I was dead.  I fully expected to fired, tarred, feathered,and
placed in a cell with a large man named Bubba.  I just stayedperfectly
still, afraid to make any move.  Maybe she wouldn't notice, or figure I was
doing something in my sleep.  We stayed like that, gazes locked, immobile,
for a long minute.  Without moving, I felt her hand move slowly up on my
chest, up underthe top of my greens.  Her fingers danced around on my chest
for a second until they found my left nipple and started playing with it.
Her eyes closed.  I went from confusion to the beginning of a state ofshock
as I tried to figure out exactly what was going on.
 
I felt her hand slide under my back, and instinctively I turned on
myside, facing her, before I fully realised what I was doing.  Her
handreached up under the top of my shirt and started rubbing my back.  Iwas
beginning to suspect she had not minded what I had been doing, anddecided
to give my theory a test by squeezing her panty covered buttocklightly.  In
response, she gave a sigh, and a little wiggle.
 
What the hell, I decided, in for a penny, in for a pound.  Not like
Icould get in any MORE trouble.  With us both on our sides, I had accessto
her whole body, but I wanted to let her take the lead, so she didn't get
scared.  She was still rubbing my back and playing with my nipples,so I
took an educated guess it would be okay if I did the same.  I started by
moving the hand that was on her bottom up her back, thistime under the
satin fabric.  Alternating between using my nails andthe tips of my fingers
I started to massage her bare back.  She made alittle purring noise, so I
guess that was okay.  My other hand creptacross the space between us and
found the front hem of her shirt whereit had ridden up around her belly
button.  In the dawn's half light I could make out her skin and light
colored panties, which I felt it wassafer to avoid for now.
 
My fingers crept up under her gown, pausing to tickle her belly
button,which made her giggle.  I kept moving slowly upwards until I felt
thebeginnings of the rise of her breast.  I paused, just from the sheer
amazement that I was touching the breast of a thirteen year old girl,let
alone with no clothing in between.  A wiggle of her chest and pinchto my
nipple indicated to me I should not have stopped.
 
Inching my hand up a little further, I was able to cup her entirebreast
in my palm, and she gave a little gasp as I squeezed gently.  Ifelt the
tiny bump of her nipple press into my palm.
 
I started to match the rhythms of my hand motions to hers as Ialternately
squeezed her young breasts or ran the tips of my fingersaround her nipple.
She soon got the idea that I was following her,cause if she rubbed my
chest, I rubbed hers, if she squeezed my nipple,I squeezed hers, and so on.
 
We kept this game up for a few moments, exploring each other's chests.
She still had her eyes closed, but mine were open, and I could now makeout
the smile on her face.  Without a change in her expression, she took the
hand that had been rubbing my back and started to slide itlower, to the
waistband of my greenies, then under.  My own handfollowed suit, slipping
under the waistband of her panties.
 
What little room I had left in the front of my greenies was quicklygone
as I felt her small hand squeeze my buttocks.  I cupped her andfelt the
incredibly smooth skin.  We each ran our hands around theothers asses,
sometimes squeezing, sometimes stroking.  I made it apoint to slide my
finger into the crack between her globes and shequickly did the same.
 
I was so wrapped in what my hand was doing I didn't notice her firsthand
had left my chest until I felt a tug on the tie of my surgicalpants, and
then the knot came loose.  A part of me screamed that thiswas going to far,
but I told it to shut up.  I held my breath as I felther tiny hand slip
below the waistband in front, then both handsstarted moving down, taking my
pants with them.  My dick twitched once from the cool air, then again as
her hand brushed it on the way down.  We had both stopped out other actions
as we concentrated on what wasgoing on in the space between us.  My dick
was pointed straight outover the waistband of my pants, right at her.  The
growing lightallowed me to see her lying there in a dark blue satin
sleepshirt thatwas bunched up to just below her chest, and pale yellow
cotton panties.  She was staring in fascination at my throbbing dick, as
she drifted her hands back up from my knees, where my pants were now
pooled.  Slowly, first the fingers of one hand, then the other started
tolightly caress the surface.
 
She tightened her grip a little, and soon her hands were working in
asteady up and down motion.  A steady stream of fluid dripped from thetip
of my penis onto the sheets.
 
I closed my eyes as she moved her hands faster.  It had been a longtime,
and adding to that the fact a 13 year old girl was giving me ahand job,
well, lets just say my staying power was not up to its usual standards.  I
felt the pressure build, and with a grunt, I exploded asa torrent of cum
just shot out of the end of my dick, with more forcethan I had ever managed
before.  Andy kept stroking me as smaller jets of fluid kept coming out
until finally I couldn't take the sensationanymore and I stopped her hands
with my own.
 
Opening my eyes, I saw that my sheets were soaked, and a large splotchof
cum had hit Andy right in the middle of her belly, splatteringlittle drops
onto her nightshirt and panties.  The sight was so erotic that I felt
myself try to rise again, but the poor guy was just tootired.
 
I think I knew I could have ended it there, but somehow it didn't
seemfair.  I reached behind me and grabbed a tissue, and gently wiped
thesticky mess of of her as best I could.  The whole time she didn't makea
sound, just looked at me with a real gentle expression.  Once she wasclean,
I gently pushed her on her back, and her arms dropped to hersides.  I think
she knew what I was going to do.
 
I slid over next to her and placed my hands on her tummy.  I felt
hermuscles tense as I started to trace my fingers around the waistband
ofher panties, sometimes gently plucking the elastic.  She started to
squirm a little, so finally I let one of my fingers drift below thestretchy
material.  When I felt the first wisp of pubic hair I stopped,letting her
get used to it.  When I felt her muscles relax, and thesquirming start
again, I moved on.  When the tip of my finger encountered the dampness at
the top of herpussy, I stopped again, this time to deal with the fact that
I wastouching a 13 year old pussy.  I almost had to force my hand to slide
further down until I felt it resting between the lips of her cunt.
 
Andy's eyes were closed, and her lower lip was curled under her
frontteeth.  AS I started to gently run my finger up and down under
thecotton cloth, I saw her lip tremble slightly and her legs started to
spread apart.
 
As her legs widened, I could feel the opening beneath my finger
widenalso, like a flower blooming.  , but I resisted the urge to press in.
Instead, I let my finger search upward until I found the little coveredbump
I knew would be hiding at the top.  As I rubbed the little button,Andy
started to squirm and wiggle more energetically.  I kept playingwith her
teenaged clit until I felt the moisture from below reach myfinger, and I
knew she was ready.  My fingers quested downward again,this time looking
for the opening I had felt before.
 
I found it, and after a quick pause let just the tip of my finger
slipinside.  At this, she gave a quick jerk, and a moan came from her lips.
I wanted to go real slow, but that was not to be.  I made a littlemovement
with the tip of my finger which caused her to jiggle her hipsmadly, then
she suddenly bucked upwards, forcing my finger in up to itsknuckle.  It fit
surprisingly well, and I could feel the smooth wallsof her pussy envelop
and caress my probing digit.  Her hips settledback, and she sighed as I
started rocking my finger in and out, going alittle further in each time
until I felt resistance.  She flinched alittle when I pressed on it, and I
knew I was in as far as I was goingto go.
 
Andy was moaning and gasping now as I kept my steady in-out rhythmgoing,
and I felt the walls of her vagina start to contract as herfirst orgasm by
another person approached.  With my other hand, Istarted to caress her clit
through the material of her panties, and injust a few strokes, her hips
bucked wildly and her muscles clamped downon my finger, trapping it inside
for the ride.
 
Her body continued to twitch as the spasms receded, until she
finallyrelaxed back on to the bed.  As her muscles released me, I slipped
myfinger out from under her panties, and pulled the material of
hersleepshirt back down to her knees.  Then, I pulled up and retied
mypants.  Neither of seemed to be able to say anything, but I pulled heron
top of me, avoiding the wetness on the bed and we held each other closely.
Just then, the alarm clock went off again, as if to warn usthat we were
cutting it too close.  Andy scrambled off of me and out ofthe bed, where
she slipped on her sandals and headed for the door.  When she got to the
foot of the bed, she stopped, looked at me, then Isaw her bend down for a
second.  When she stood back up, I caught alash of something in her hand as
she tossed whatever it was to me.  Icaught the object as she left the cabin
and realised it was the panties she had been wearing.
 
I could smell the scent of her orgasm on the panties and my fingers asI
laid back and tried to gather my thoughts.  I had a lot to thinkabout.
 
Next Chapter:  Kate and I get some time alone, we talk, Traci gets
introuble, and the toy box is opened.

