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 Camp Reward 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Kurt nodded.  "If you wanted to."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Tomorrow?" she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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