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 "A shot in the dark", By: WriterNoone

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   You wake at the break of dawn, not because you have to, but because the
other girls are not awake yet.  Camp is your summer escape, your only
solitude away from strict parental guidance.  It helps that you are sure
that your camp-attendant is also a pure lesbian.  Se looks at the other
girls more than you, and not in a cute way, more of a lustful way, when she
thinks no-one can see her.  But, you do, and somehow, you will use that to
your advantage, you are sure.

   Looking around, to make-sure no-one is awake, you cautiously toss and
turn, pretending to be asleep between tumbles.  The coast is clear, or they
are all as good of fakers as you pretend to be.  Casually, you slide a
finger under the side of your panties, caressing the warming flesh of your
tender mound.  One finger turns into two, as finger-tips cover more area,
working closer towards your tightly clamped folds.

   You turn your head into your pillow, as you detect your own breathing
begin to intensify.  Suddenly, you realize you can smell someone-else's sex
permeating mildly through the freshly washed pillow-case.  The scent
excites you more, as you imagine that some other morning-lover may have had
her sweet cunny throbbing wildly against this same pillow.  Surely, your
sex was about to start perfuming-up the sheets, as wet as you felt the
pending build-up, between your tightly folded legs.

   Your sensitivity increases as you begin to feel each of your three
finger-tips finger-print's microscopic ripples, brush across bare flesh. 
You loosen your tightly gripped legs, only a little, letting just enough
pressure off, to let your swelling clit to peek through.  The sensitive
flesh retracts a little as the hot moisture is engulfed by the cooler
morning air, even under the thick bed-sheets.

   You turn your hips down onto your hand, trapping your hand between your
wetting slit and the bed.  Your legs widen a little more, as your knees
part.  Two fingers slide along the slides of your clit, grazing the tender
bud within, through the thin flesh walls.  You get another deep scent from
the pillow as your hot breath reveals more of this mystery person to you.
Two fingers press against the outer bulges of your pubic mound, building
more pressure that makes your clit protrude more.

   With a slow motion, you gently curl the tips of your fingers that are
resting against the moist opening.  You relax, letting the soft flesh
consume your invading finger-tips, one, two, three knuckles deep.  Your
palm keeps steady pressure against your clit, as it begins to throb with
the tightening flesh around your fingers.  You relax again, and curl them
out, trying not to make any sound as they begin to pump in and out, while
your thumb wiggles under your palm, seeking-out your compressed bud.

   Again, your breathing intensifies, no-longer are you able to breath only
through your nose.  You sacrifice the erotic scent, for a much needed deep
breath of air, but it is still restricted through the pillow.  You begin to
rise fast to your climax, juices lewdly dripping between your two fingers,
collecting in your palm, lubricating your clit-rubbing thumb.  While still
in control of your breathing, you turn your head a little to the side, to
get one good unrestricted breath of air.  There is a small moan that chases
your breath, but not one that you think, you hope, no-one can hear.

   The oxygen rushes to your head, triggering an orgasm that spasms tightly
against your two penetrating fingers.  Your throbbing clit slides along
your stationary thumb, extending the orgasm, as your breath and final
exhaustion moan is muffled by the pillow.  Quickly, you turn and let out a
fake one-handed yawn, pretending to have just woken, innocently from a
fresh dream.  Your other hand sliding up and grasping the under-side of the
pillow, as if it were there the whole time...  Now you know how the other
girls scent may have gotten there.

   No-one wakes, but your yawning wasn't in vein.  You chased your
oxygen-deprived orgasm with a nice head-buzz of cool oxygen-rich mountain
air.  The other thing you were sure of, was that you needed a shower, which
was unavoidably going to be cold anyways.  Through the dust-laser-beams of
the morning light, you creep into the shower, sympathetically letting it
run for a moment, to get just above freezing.  The water feels even colder
than it would normally have been, had you not just climaxed.

   The air is still so chilled in the cabin, that the thin layer of water
steams off of your body.  By the time you are completely dry, the other
girls are just now entering the shower.  You look, but not truly gawking,
at every girl as she passes.  You are, however, sizing them up, as
competitive females.  Noticing who has the most developed and perfectly
shaped, symmetrical breasts, nipples and the most beautiful mounds.  You
get a little jealous when Mandy walks in.  Everyone looks at her, some
flat-out gawking, as she pretends not to notice, but still stalls in her
path, to ensure they have time to gawk at her properly.

   Your eyes roll as you head over to get dressed.  Your day has bigger
plans.  Last year, you discovered the hunting trail that leads to an
adjacent set of cabins, and another camp.  Though, it was on your last day,
you vowed to take advantage of the pre-camp confusion, found in the first
week, to do some exploring.  You quickly get well suited-up, for the brisk
mountain air, but layered, for when the summer-heat starts to break in the
day.  You resist bringing your swim-suit, so you don't attract any
attention, but a waterfall you found, was also another keepsake destination
for you today.

   Before the instructor gets into the cabin, you sign the attendance sheet
and dart out the door.  In passing, you tell some girl to tell the
instructor that you had to go see the nurse, and will be at orientation
when you get back.  No-one ever checks on who went to the nurse.  Usually
it is just to get tampons or ointment for a vicious mosquito-bite on some
girls precious nose.  You were not one of those sissy bitches, and your
plans for the day were almost guaranteed to go unnoticed, using this little
trick to the fullest extent.

   Without being seen, you head to the walking trails.  Eventually, you get
to the "Caution Hunting", signs, which are posted across a filed, at the
top of a hills crest.  The path you found, was just beyond that.  You rush
in excitement, feeling as if you are escaping prison.  Your heart races as
you breach the wire-bound wooden fence, and place your foot on the
deer-print littered path.  Luckily, it isn't hunting season, but still, it
isn't odd to hear guns being fired in these hills.

   Within minutes, you pass by the waterfall.  It pours into a small
watering hole, about the size of an Olympic pool.  Mist rises into the air,
creating a rainbow as the sun still hangs low on the horizon.  You
press-on, headed to the cabins, checking them out cautiously.  Most are
empty and run-down, some have simple rustic furnishings, but none have
occupants.  You imagine that they must be hunting cabins, which leads you
to press-on to your next destination, the other campground.

   The sound of people talking stops you in your path.  A strong thicket
serves as a shelter, keeping you from becoming a deer in the headlights of
an on-coming uncertainty.  It's boys, from a boys camp, but they look even
older than you.  None of them are wearing anything that says "Camp
whatever", on it, but they are all dressed the same.  You lean-in for a
closer look, as they walk past, where a tree obstructs your view. 
Unfortunately, you blow your cover when your foot snaps a twig.  The three
boys pull-out guns, long guns, and point them at you.  In a panic, unable
to say anything, but scared shirtless at begin shot, you start to cry.  You
hope that is enough to let them know you are not a deer, because your lips
fail to let anything other than that girlish cry exit.

   "Stop!", one boy says.

   You are unsure if he is talking to you, so you wail, "I...  can... 
nt....  s...  sto....stop...", referring to your crying.

   "Not you...  Put down your guns, it's just a girl.", said the same boy.
"Come out, who are you?  What are you doing out here, besides trying to get
shot?"

   You reply, in your defense, as you wipe your eyes clear of fear, "I, am
from the camp over the hill.  I'm not trying to get shot.  I didn't know
you had guns!"

   "Are you lost?  How did you get out here?  Didn't you see the hunting
signs?  That is why we wear these reflective suits, so we don't
accidentally shoot anyone.", added the boy.

   You think for a moment, trying to sound not dense, "Yes, I saw the
signs. It's not hunting season, is it?  Are you even old enough to hunt? 
How old do you have to be, to hunt?"

   "Mike..."

   "That's not what I asked...", you say.

   "No, Yes, 13, but I'm older than that.", said Mike.

   You tell him your name, and say that you are old enough to hunt, asking
him if he will show you how to fire a gun.  He protests, but hesitates,
looking to the side, at each of his fellow friends.  You pick-up on the
signal, and change the topic.

   "Well, Mike...  Can you show me how to get back to the camp?  I don't
remember how I got here, and I don't want to be shot.", you sheepishly say,
acting like a typical girl, but trying not to sound too much as if you are
acting.

   He hands the guys his gun, and tells them he will catch-up in a moment.
Telling them to tell the instructor there, that he had to take a piss, and
keep this under wraps.  He was older, so they listened to him without
question, as if this was a common thing that happened out here, and Mike
knew exactly what to do.  The boys headed off, and the two of you walk down
another unseen path.

   "I didn't come here this way.", you say, sort-of questioning his path.

   "Trust me, we won't be seen if we go this way, by the old mill.  There
is a clear path to the cabins, and I am sure you know your way back from
there.  But, I wanted to show you something first...", Mike said.

   She hoped it was something on him, but she dared not scare him away just
yet...  He was kind-of cute.

   They get off the trail, which seemed invisible to you, but he clearly
saw.  He looks back and points to a clearing, telling you it is safe to
approach from that direction, from here.  He turns around and points in the
other direction, showing you the mill, telling you that is where he is
taking you next.  Beside you, towers a giant rock, between the mill and the
clearing.

   "This is what I wanted to show you.", he says.

   You have a slight look of disappointment as you reply, "No shooting
lessons?"

   Your reply wasn't intended to be taken as a sexual innuendo, but that
seemed to make him uncomfortable as he stuttered on his reply, "I...  Oh,
shoot, the gun...  Well, we are not allowed to take our guns this far. 
Without a waiver, from a parent..."

   You interrupt him with a raised brow, "a parent...", as if you were old
enough to shoot a gun without a parent.

   He squints his eyes and smiles, knowing what you are implying, but
trying kindly to let you know that he doesn't believe you are that old. 
"It's a liability.  You came to camp as in instructor?"

   You raise a brow again, "I don't look like an instructor?", avoiding the
answer.

   "I...  Come back in two days...  I'll work something out.  But, if you
tell anyone, I swear, I'll... ... ...", he loosely hesitates at the thought
of saying something that demanding.

   "Two days...  Mums the word...  I won't say anything.", you stressed,
with obvious certainty, which he knew would be offered.  "Anything-else you
want to show me, while we are out here?" You desperately try, in hope that
he takes your "instructors title", to another hopeful level.  Tough,
honestly you are glad that he quietly avoided the obvious innuendo.  If
not, you would surely have told everyone about it, and blown your chance to
shoot his gun.  Really, you just wanted to have him put his arms around
you, guiding you, showing you how to aim, his warm breath grazing your ears
as he offered instruction.  Instead, you were just guided to the mill with
a soft departing smile.

   You mumble something about him missing-out on the time of his life, but
didn't honestly know what you even meant by that.  Still, it was an honest
feeling you had, you were sure you could give him, if you tried hard
enough. Shit, you think to yourself, am I crushing on a guy...  Feels more
like lust, as you tuck your panties into your uncomfortable slit, to pat it
dry.

   Feeling a bit rushed, with no intention of going back to camp yet, you
poke around the cabins again.  You hope that one of them is unlocked, or
that someone has left a key hidden where it can be found.  Any of them,
even the empty ones, would make a great cozy escape from the click-ridden
campgrounds.  Luckily, out of the four weeks of camp, there was actually
only two weeks of instructor-guided torture.  The first week was the
settling-in, followed by two weeks of torture, then another week of doing
whatever, as they loose control or care about the campers.

   Three furnished cabins into your search, and you find one that is not
only unlocked, but it also has a key hidden in a stupid fake rock by the
door.  You are sure that some moron thought the idea was brilliant, but
laugh inside, at this stupidity of placing a half-rock on a porch, right
next to the door.  For $19.95 + $9.99 shipping, he could have gotten a
planter, front, back, and side door-mats, and it would have been just as
effective, to put the key under the planter, next to the door-mat...  or
just leave the door unlocked, which it was.

   There was power in the cabin, but only for three tiny lights.  One was
in the bedroom area, near a fire-place, in the open loft.  The other two
were in the bathroom and kitchen area.  However, the bathroom didn't have
any running water.  The toilet looked like it was just a bucket with a seat
on it, and the sink was just a metal bowl next to a can, used to hold
water. The rest of the place was essentially empty.  Nothing in the few
cupboards and cabinets, or in the dressers.  A decent sized couch also
harbored a cool fold-out bed, bigger than the one next to the fireplace.

   When you were done poking around, you stuffed the key back into the
rock, after locking the door, and put the rock on the neighboring cabins
porch.  That made more sense.  You couldn't imagine anyone finding the key
and thinking that it belongs to another cabin.  They would just think that
the locks were changed on the cabin where they found the failing key. 
Though, you couldn't imagine anyone wanting to break-in to steal a
toilet-bucket, couch-bed and bed...  So that little self-stupidity, negated
any brilliance you would have gotten by your "great idea".  Even though it
was better than his idea to leave it next to the unlocked doorway, in a
fake half-rock, on a wooden porch.

   Next stop, the waterfall.  You remembered seeing it on your last visit,
after some girl told you about it.  She said she would swim in the lagoon,
but it looked muddy to you, as you passed it before.  The idea, as
potentially dirty as it sounds, was still one worth exploring.  The thought
of chilling-out in cool clear water, which wasn't full of pee and chlorine
and screaming cannonball kids, was appealing.  Even if you did have to walk
through a little mud to get into the water.

   Stripping off a layer of clothing, down to your normal clothing, you
head-out to the waterfall.  You feel awkward holding a pair of sweat-pants
and a spring jacket, in the middle of the woods, at the breach of summer,
but it was unavoidable.  Your body begins to heat-up as the rays of the sun
near full strength, only four hours away from noon.  The morning dew has
all evaporated, and sun-bugs are happily humming away in the warmer
mountain air.

   The sound of the falling water eventually drowns-out the sound of the
bugs, as you approach it.  You eventually find an area, right next to the
actual waterfall itself, where the ground is not mud.  The rushing water
has washed away the mud, and left behind a pebbled and stone path right
into the falling water.  The water itself, is crashing from over a
protruding flat rock that is extending over a root-filled wall.  There are
all sorts of crevasses and holes, but nothing large enough to hold anything
that would attack you.  There was a strong fear of bears or wolves or
something, creeping out from the shadowed area, but you washed those
thoughts out of your head after poking around the darkness in the rising
suns rays.

   Now you wish you had brought your swim-wear, looking down at the
miniature lagoon's clear waters.  You look around, to see if there is a
place where you could lay-out and enjoy the view, when you return later-on.
Eventually, across the way, you find a perfect tanning-spot, next to a
shaded flat area, on the same protruding rock.  There are little dimples
all over the edges of the rock, where the trapped water freezes and slowly
chips away pockets in the rock.  They make perfect foot-holds for you to
get up onto the rock, which rises a good four feet above the lagoon.  The
view is actually quite amazing, inspiring you to be a little naturally
naughty.

   Triple-checking to make sure no-one is around, you remove your clothes,
all of them.  Your jacket and sweat-pants are laid-out to sit on, but you
stand in the warming air, buff nude, enjoying the suns rays casting across
your whole body.  For about a minute, you have no fears, no worries, only
solitude and the surroundings of nature spying on you.  Then, a naturally
settling insecurity penetrates you slowly.  You start to get that feeling
like someone is watching you, causing you to sit-down, and remain
motionless.

   Your eyes scan the wood-lines, the shadows, the ledges, seeing nothing.
You relax a little, but, continue to pretend that you are being admired
from a distance, but don't know you are being admired.  The thought of
being caught out her, naked, alone, starts to excite you.  You don't even
realize that you are doing it, but your hands have suddenly started
caressing your young budding breasts and each other arms shoulders.  The
air is nearly the same temperature as your body, but it seems to be getting
cooler as your body-heat rises now, giving you goose-bumps all over.

   You start to take a second glance around, then cut yourself short of
this paranoia.  Instead, you focus on what your hands seem to be doing
without guidance, pretending they are not even your hands, but the hands of
your friend, from this morning.  You imagine him having stumbled upon you,
having not actually met him, and being completely infatuated by your
beauty. He has an uncontrollable urge to reach out and caress you, to
comfort your naked body as it bakes alone in the sun.  You even pretend to
resist, glancing back to an invisible boy's eyes, as you bite your lip,
hands resisting going lower across your body.

   [Snap], A branch snaps in the shade of the canopy, by the lagoons edge,
across from where you sit naked.  Birds suddenly stop chirping and the
sound of the waterfall dulls-out.  Your heart races as your roaming hands
pull-up to cover your exposed breasts.  Your eyes narrow as they scan the
grounds again.  A deer is seen, pushing slowly through the brush, nibbling
on the plants as it moves towards the lagoon.  Your racing heart remains
racing, but with a calming pulse, not a pulse of panic.

   [Snap], Another branch snaps, opposite the deer, and the deer bolts
away. Your heart races again, as you scramble to get dressed.  You leave
your jacket and sweatpants, fleeing silently, towards the camp.  Your legs
get small scratches from all the dry twigs as you race through the woods in
a panic.  Your feet continue to guide you home, fast, beyond the hunting
signs, into the back trails of the camp.  Then, once secure in your
familiar surroundings, you check the damages and end-up having to actually
go to the nurse.

   In the nurses office, at the main counselors cabin, you get washed-up,
and realize they were nothing more than surface scratches.  However, once
you were clean, your instructor crosses your path, seeing you exit the
nurses offices.  She asks if everything is fine, and you come-up with a
bullshit story about jogging in the morning, on the trails, and being
chased off the trail by a deer.  She laughs a little, under her breath, at
your apparent fright, then oddly tries to console you with an overly
extended hug.  Her hands seem unusually low as she pulls your face tight
against her cleavage.  You smile, thinking that she is sooo your bitch,
with one twist of your tiny pinky, or just by extending your lips to kiss
her exposed flesh on her cleavage...  But you continue to wait for your
moment, to turn her into a puppet.

   You pull away, slowly, leaving your arms half around her, as you thank
her for her concern, but reassure her that you'll live, as you dash away to
join the others at orientation.  To add fuel to that fire, you make sure
she sees you as you turn back and steal a glance from her again.  You are
not sure why, but this is almost as exciting as meeting Mike today.  You
think to yourself, "This is going to be a fun summer!", as you eventually
reach the others, who are all self-absorbed and already in little clicks
all over the fields, where orientation takes place.

   Orientation, though half over, is as dull as it sounds.  Instructors
went to each polarized gaggle of kids and went through a list of safety and
rules, as well as some of the coming events and activities.  Most of which,
you intended to avoid.  Hopefully, with the aid of, or within the arms of
your future summer-fling, Mike.  The only activity you were interested in,
with him, was learning how to cock his gun and learning how it discharges
when shot.  You try to imagine yourself naked, except for a hunters vest,
but that just makes you look silly in your mind.  The though of his arms
around you, molesting you, while you try to aim a long gun, quickly
replaces that less desirable thought.

   You head-off to your cabin, while everyone is distracted by the events,
and themselves.  Surely it is empty, which will give you time to prepare a
small tote and outfit for your journey, in two days.  You intend to make it
an all day event, but you are unsure how to cover your tracks for more than
a few morning hours.  Once everyone is up, and spread-out around the
campgrounds, you will have no easy escape or return, until nightfall, and
that will be impossible to explain.  Perhaps, you think, as you walk back
to the cabin, you should have paid more attention to the events coming-up.
Though, there will still be some settling-chaos to aid your departure.

   You peek inside, the coast looks clear.  There is no hesitation as you
begin going through your bags, looking for something sexy, which just
doesn't exist in your bags.  Then a hand touches your shoulder, too high to
be a fellow camper.  It is your camp-guide.

   "What are you doing?  Settling-in in a hurry?  Most girls live out of
their bags until the first wash.", Linda said.

   "Wha...  I...  Yes, I just don't want to have to deal with all of them,
and this is just a distraction.", you respond, trying to throw her off, but
not being entirely untruthful.

   She looks at you funny, like she it trying to read your mind, then like
she found what she was looking for, within your mind.  You stop rummaging
through your bags, and just wait, knowing she is about to say something
that demands your full attention.  Your eyes lock to hers, giving her that
focus she silently begs for.  Her hand slides down from your shoulder,
across your arm and finally rests in your hand.  Her other hand raises to
rest on your cheek.  You are the deer, frozen, knowing what might be coming
next, but unsure if you want to bolt or embrace your fate.

   "I know exactly what you are feeling.  There is no shame in feeling
outnumbered by these catty girls...  You...  are so...  well...  you are
beautiful.", Linda said with a tender look on her face.

   Again, still, you can't help feeling guilty while she continues.  You
are not sure if you are seducing her, silently, or if she is seducing you,
after being so worked-up over Mike this morning.

   [Bang], The door to the cabin slams open and shut as some girls pour
into the room.  Linda's hand lowers from your cheek, but she keeps her
other hand in yours, which loosens.  They don't notice you two, yet, but
she doesn't take any chances.

   "Here, let me see if I can help you get situated.  Then, I will see if
maybe there is something I can do to make your stay a little less... 
well...  burdened by your...", Linda looks at the other girls, now looking
back at them, "surroundings."

   "Thanks, but I am almost done here.  I wanted to find my swimsuit, but
it doesn't look like I packed it.", you say, once you notice it isn't here.

   Linda smiles, "Hmmm...  There is a lot of suits left in lost and found,
if you don't mind second-hand suits.  We only save suits that people might
actually claim, so none of them are nasty or anything.  Swing by the
pool-house later.  I'll be in the office, doing some paperwork for the
swimming events later."

   "Yes, I will stop by.  Thank-you.", you say, trying to get her out of
there, before more people come and then rumors follow that.  The last thing
you want is stupid bitch-drama, to top-off an inability to escape, with all
eyes seeking out "that girl"...

   Noon came and went, the day being completely uneventful.  Groups of
people were here and there, but not doing anything special.  Mandy, the hot
girl who knew she was hot, was oddly alone, hanging-out by the
center-court, surrounded only by the empty cabins to look back at her.  You
feel compelled to walk over, but resist.  Instead, you decide to go to the
pool-house, to check-out the unclaimed suits.  Anything is better than
nothing, you think, as you turn to walk away from the cabin.

   "Wait!", cried a voice from behind you.  It was Mandy, surely looking
for some attention, or to rub her faux beauty in your face.  Still,
something compelled you to turn and wait, as she caught-up.  Strength in
numbers, so you don't get raped by the camp-instructor, you imagine.

   "Thanks, where are you going?  Can I go with you?", Mandy asked.

   "I...  Sure...  Just going to the pool-house.", you say.

   "Swimming, but you aren't wearing a suit.", she looks at both your
hands, which are also devoid of anything related to swimming.

   "Linda said she has some unclaimed stuff in lost and found.  I seem to
have forgotten to pack mine.", you say.

   "Swim naked,", she joked, "It's just all girls anyways."

   "If I looked like you, I would, but I don't.  So...  are you coming?",
you retort, with a snide tone.

   "Sorry, yes...  You look pretty too...", she said, obviously trying to
save face, not wanting to burn another bridge, you assume.

   "I need a suit...  Trust me...  but thanks.", you say, in a less upset
tone.

   The two of you head silently to the pool-house, where the vacant tile
room echoes as your feet clash with the floor.  The horrible scent of
chlorine nearly chokes you, as you make your way to the offices.  Through
the frosted glass, you can see the outline of Linda, sitting at a desk. 
Mandy follows closely behind you, almost kind-of scared, closeness.

   "Something wrong?", you ask in a whisper, before continuing.

   "You know she's gay, right?  Linda...", she says.

   You roll your eyes, "So, and you aren't?", you half-jokingly reply.

   "No, why do you think that?  Did someone say something?", she said, in a
slight guilty way.

   "No, no-one told me you were gay...  but you do linger in the
locker-room more than usual.  Perhaps you should stop trying to show-off
yourself to everyone.  Why, did you do something with someone?  Who would
have told me that?", you pry...

   She looks at the floor, partly thinking, and partly, you assume again,
trying to come-up with a lie.

   "Seriously, what's going on?  It's not like I am going to tell anyone
what you tell me.  Not like they would listen or believe me anyways.", you
reassure her.

   She pulls you back, further from the offices, to ensure what she says is
not heard by anyone inside.

   "I kissed Tammy Reynolds.  She tried to put her hands in my shorts last
year.  Then we got caught by an instructor.", she confesses to you.

   "By Linda?", you ask.

   "No, she would have let us continue, I am sure, but I...  I don't think
I wanted to...  Then, after the showers this year, this morning... 
Everyone started looking at me funny and started talking in whispers and
wouldn't let me hang-out with them.  They just all ignore me now.  It
kind-of sucks.", she admitted, with a partially, but not too saddened
reply.

   "Well, whatever, it's none of their business anyways.  Even if you did,
or didn't want to continue, or enjoy it...  They can keep fucking
themselves.  Me, I have other plans.", you say, letting some of your plan
slip.  Since you figure she isn't going to be talking to anyone, and
confessing a secret, you share a fragment of yours.

   "What plans?", she asks.

   "That's why I need a suit.  I am meeting a boy from the other camp."

   "What, who, when, how, where?", she asks, knowing 'why'...

   "Mike, and shush...  I want to surprise him with the suit, and try to
get him to go swimming with me at the waterfall.  Then I am going to see if
he will at-least kiss me, or..  well...  more.", you admit.

   "Cool.  Can I go too?  There are more boys there right?  Can he bring a
cute friend?  I'll help you!  You know...  get him to kiss you, at least...
but I am sure he would do a lot more with you.", she says, almost blushing.

   You shrug it off, since this isn't the right time or place to talk about
this.  "I need that suit, and she has it.  I'd let her fucking finger me,
to get that suit, so hopefully he can do that, or more...  But, with you
here, I think I can avoid that whole drama.", you say.

   "Sounds like fun...  She's not bad looking, and it's actually kind-of
fun being fingered by a girl.  Better than doing it yourself.  Do you relay
think she would try that with you, if you were alone?  Is that why she
really invited you here?  Are there even any suits?", she rambles-on...

   You roll your eyes again, pulling her by the hand, towards the offices,
to shut her up, avoiding all her 20 questions.  However, once you get
there, she refuses to let go of your hand, swinging it like a little girl
swings her first boyfriends hand at a school playground, when they have no
idea what-else to do.  You try to shake her off, but she firmly grasps your
hand, and is much stronger than you.  Instead, you ignore it as you push
the door open.  Linda raises her head from the paperwork and smiles at you,
then looks at your new appendage.

   "Mandy, you need a suit too?", Linda asks, slightly confused by the
paired bodies.

   "Yup...  Silly me, I forgot mine too...", she childishly says, blushing
like an idiot.

   Your eyes narrow, only for a split second, then you command the
attention back to the objective, with a stern reply, "Suits...  You said
you had a bunch.  We don't want to take-up too much of your time."

   Your urgency to come and go, almost seems to put a little disappointment
in Linda's face.  You, feeling as if this may ruin your chances, extend
that reply with, "It'll be getting dark in a few hours, and then we have to
be back for lights-out.  So, unless it is better for us to come back
tomorrow..."

   "No, here...  they are over here, in the storage room.  Come, it is too
many to bring-out.", she begs.

   You put a smile on your face, which isn't entirely fake.  Mandy loosens
her grip and breaks away, dashing to follow Lisa into the room.  You swear
you could smell that girls pussy boiling-over, or perhaps it was Linda's,
but you don't care, honestly.  What you didn't expect, was your own wetness
to build.  Though, you quickly justify that you must be thinking of Mike.

   She wasn't joking about the number of boxes of unclaimed suits.  There
was dozens of them, going back over ten years.  It was almost like
Christmas, opening mystery-boxes.  You both get lost in all the various
styles, but have a few dozen to try-on.  With both of your hands full of
goodies, you ask where to change.  Linda says that this place is safe from
prying eyes, but you could change in the locker-room, if you wanted more
privacy.  Mandy doesn't hesitate to expose herself, wanting to jump
right-in to a suit that she thought was perfect for her.

   Feeling comfortable with the situation, almost as if she is just another
one of the girls, you too change right where you stand.  Your eyes still
can't help drifting over to glance at Mandy as she stands there naked,
trying to figure-out how to get into the suit she has.  Linda is also
looking, but not lewdly, yet, still deeply, as if she was reminiscing about
her own body, when she was younger.

   "Having trouble?", Linda asked Mandy.

   "Actually...  How do I even get into this?", she said as she held-up the
twisted one-piece suit.

   Linda stepped-over and took the suit from her, untwisting it and holding
the neck open, for her to step into.  Mandy put her hands on Linda's
shoulders, her cone-shaped firm breasts only inches from Linda's hot
breath. Her bald mound gaped as she lifted one foot, and then the other, to
climb inside.  With a gentle tug, the suit was pulled up as far as it would
go, which was not all the way up.  She actually looked quite sexy in the
half-fitting suit.  The neck came-up just above her puffy thick nipples,
with the shoulders actually restraining her arms from being able to rise,
like she was bound by the suit.

   "Pull harder, it will go!", she demanded.

   Linda pulled harder, just enough to get the shoulders up, which were now
cutting deeply into her tender skin.  Below, the suit had pulled right up
into her slit, both front and back, making her camel-toe look freakishly
edible.  Her hardening nipples struggled to suspend the suit off her chest,
which was so tight that it made her look like she had womanly cleavage. 
The sides of her suit, at her hips, reached clear up to her ribs, exposing
her full thigh, ass, and most of her belly.  If that suit actually did fit,
and looked like that, she would make every girl at the camp even more
jealous.

   "I...  don't think it's supposed to look like that...  as sexy as it
looks...", you say.

   "Really, you think this is sexy on me?", she joked as she pushed her
mound outward and attempted to model it off, while pursing her lips and
crossing her eyes.  "This hurts like a banshee, but, man, does it feel good
to pose in!", she guiltily admitted.

   That suit now had a permanent woman stain in it, which forced Linda to
throw it in the trash.  "That was soo last-year anyways.", she said. 
"Next..."

   You slip into a two-piece, but the top and bottom are both too loose. 
"Well, this one is a dud too!", you say.

   Linda comes over, reaching around you, pinching the back straps of the
top and bottom, looking you over, then moving out of the way so Mandy can
offer her opinion.  "Mandy, how is this, too loose still?  Think this will
capture everyone's attention at the pool, or is that the opposite of what
you wanted to do?"

   Mandy looks, and looks, and looks...  "Tighter, for sure..."

   Linda squints, questioning Mandy's judgment, but pinches it a little
tighter.  "Now?"

   "No, more, like mine was.", she jokes.

   You don't protest, curious to see if she will try it, and she does, but
not quite as tight, yet, still tight enough to be discomforting.  "Ouch...
Oh, that does...", you strike a lewd pose, chest-out and legs partly
spread. The suit bottom gets swallowed by your consuming lips, but not
quite as deep as Mandy's had been consumed.  You finish saying, "sort-of
feel good to pose...  Next!"

   You all laugh, as more suits are tried-on, some being displayed as
jokes, more lewdness, and others seriously contemplated for use.  However,
there is one that all three of you agree, for the both of you, for actual
use.  Yours is a neon yellow, with black stripes down the side.  Looks like
a real diving-team on-piece suit, except for large holes on the sides and
across the whole back, exposing your untanned flesh.  Mandy's suit ends-up
being a white shiny two-piece, which actually seemed perfectly fit for her,
with the exception of her strained nipples, which looked sexy constrained
the way they were.  Her bottom seemed a little thinner than what would
normally be accepted at a campground, but it did seem like it would have
been appropriate on the beach, in the 90's.

   Linda took a moment to look at both of you, in intimate detail, slipping
her fingers within the suits inner seams, pulling and tugging them to fit
your contours perfectly.  She would start to adjust our suit, then stop and
ask Mandy something, while Mandy watched, almost drooling, wanting Linda to
touch her that way.  Several hesitated and extended unresistant personal
invasions later, Mandy got what she wanted, and you play along, seeing what
torture it was to her.  To you, this was payback for her being so damn
beautiful, and knowing it, and using that knowledge to her advantage. 
Plus, it kind-of turned you on a little too.  Almost like you were a
puppeteer with Linda, instructing her to make more and more adjustments,
extending the torture even more.

   Needless to say, both of your suits were ruined for the day, but Linda
agreed to wash them for you.  Begging that you both come back tomorrow for
swimming lessons.  She promised to show you her favorite outfit, since she
never had anyone sign-up for lessons.  Essentially, it would be just the
three of you, which was a small price to pay for what you needed, for
later. But for now, the day was nearing an end, and you would both have to
return to your cabin for the night.  Mandy even asked if you wanted to bunk
with her.  You resist bunking together, but say that you don't mind if she
bunks next to you.  She understands, due to her stigma behind whispered
breaths, but is happy that you don't mind being near her.  Being seen with
her, that close.

   With all the girls worked-up, sleeping was actually difficult.  All
night long, there were giggles and whispers and bursts of loud laughter
from the re-arranged click bunk-mates.  It was even more frustrating,
because after everything that happened today, you were more horny than a
running bull.  Eventually, with a little patience, you were able to
drown-out the sounds with your pillow, once they tapered-off, hours later.
Dreams of being embraced by Mike, didn't make things any easier for you. 
All night you kept waking, and falling asleep, trying to have the same
dream, but failing.  You couldn't even enjoy a secretive morning
personal-time, because half the girls were already up and chatting away,
while they ran around half-naked.

   Mandy was still asleep, so you tried to sleep again too, but that
failed. The frustration and noise was just too overpowering.  Instead, you
got up and jumped into the shower, for a much needed cool-down.  Mentally,
you were about to snap, and one wrong glance would have set you into a
full-on cat-fight.  Shit, you think to yourself, is my period coming-up? 
That thought quickly fades as Mandy walks into the showers.  She cautiously
approaches you, unsure if this was crossing some kind of line in a
friendship, after the bunking denial.  Sympathetically, you call her over,
casually, and strike-up some useless girl-chat, which she plays along with.
Now, through the corner of your eyes, you can see she is admiring you, for
some reason.  You let her, and even go out of your way to give her a better
look.  Though she isn't Mike, the thought of her admiring you is deeply
calming and a large ego-booster.

   Nearly noon, after a long night, it is almost time for your swimming
lessons.  Though you know how to swim, you still need that suit.  Still,
now you will apparently have a tag-along, when you go to see Mike.  Again,
another small price to pay.  However, you are so desperate for Mike, that
you are willing to share him, just so you can get a piece of him for
yourself.  Something you don't think he will be able to resist, after
seeing her.  Hopefully, he won't abandon you, focusing on her instead. 
Which leads you to want to have a heart-to-heart with Mandy, before you go
shooting tomorrow.  However, you are not sure how or when to bring that
conversation up.  You don't want to sound desperate, and leaving her behind
isn't an option, at this point.

   With Mandy in tow, actually by your side, you head to the pool-house. 
The horrible chlorine smell is actually gone, as the pool-pumps have
kicked-in, and the air-vents have opened for the day.  Yet, Linda is
nowhere in sight, not even in the office, through the clouded window.  You
both look, just to make sure, even trying the storage-room, which is locked
now.  That is when you hear the showers turn-on.  With a little curious
hesitation, you creep to the showers, hoping to catch a glimpse of her
full-figured womanly body, nude.

   Peeking around the corner, you are both graced with a view to die for.
Linda's long wet blond hair is dripping thick lather as she washes it.  Her
full round breasts actually sway in the jet of water blasting from the
shower-head, as she twists and turns while rubbing lather deep into her
hair.  Below, she is shaved bald, or waxed, but her developed mound is
gorgeous to you.  Even her ass, which is normally covered in loose
sweatpants, is damn near perfect.  Her buns are firm, flexing as she shifts
her weight.  The bottoms curved perfectly, ending in a gentle crease.  Her
top, just a hint of roundness, trailing up to a triple-heart shape, along
her lower back.

   You pull Mandy back, several steps, and then take three loud steps,
walking to the shower entrance, as if you just arrived, casually.  Yet,
even after entering, trying to seem casual, the both of you obviously gawk
at her as she sprays her face free of suds, and turns her whole body to
greet the pair of loud feet entering the stalls.

   "Hey girls, your suits are over on the towel-rack, jump-in and get wet.
You don't want the chlorine to soak into those old suits.  The pool is
still kind-of high with shock and PH balancers.  Trust me.  Actually, bring
me my suit too.  It is next to yours Mandy."

   Mandy doesn't hesitate, again, to strip and fetch the suits.  You strip,
but bring hers, and your clothes to the locker-room, before returning to
put your suit on.  When you return, Mandy is across from Linda, admiring
her while she wets herself, in multiple ways, you are sure, by her looks.
Then, to your surprise, while Mandy is ogling Linda, she blurts-out...  "I
got caught kissing Tammy Reynolds."

   You roll your eyes, unsure where this was going, but assume it was
either an odd form of girl-talk confessions, or she was hoping for it to be
meaningful to her personal agenda with Linda.  Linda looked over at you,
wondering, perhaps, if you might have wanted to add something to that, or
divulge some other random taboo to her.  Mandy, seeing that you, for some
reason, held Linda's attention, blurted out, "She wanted the suit to go
meet a boy, Mike, at the waterfall." You shoot Mandy an evil look, but
figure, hell, the cat is out of the bag, and add to her last statement,
"Mandy was going to go with me...", implying that now she isn't.  Linda,
slightly confused, but not entirely, turns back into the water stream,
saying, "Sounds like fun.  I'd join you, since it has been a long time
since I had a good lay...  But I am sure the guys are much too young for
me."

   "Wait, your not gay?", asked Mandy, sounding real disappointed.

   "Me, a lesbian...  No...  I don't limit myself to only females.  I like
both...  and you?", she tests the waters, feeling like just one of the
girls, in that moment.

   Mandy says, "I don't limit myself either...", trying to sound smart.

   "So, you have slept with a boy and a girl?", Linda continues, as she
pulls her suit on, slowly, while looking dead into Mandy's eyes, that are
fixated on Linda's dangling breasts as she bends down.

   "What...  Oh,...  no..  but I want to...  Yea, I do...", she says
without much conviction.

   Linda looks over at you, as she stands-up and her dangling breasts
hang-out from the front of her suit, while she pulls each side over,
eventually covering them, removing the temporary distraction.  "And you? 
Just this guy Mike...  or is he just a summer-fling?"

   You look down at the floor and shrug your shoulders, almost an innocent
"yes", but more of a desperate, "I hope the fuck so!"

   "Hmmm.  Must be from the other camp, I assume.  How the hell did you
find him?  Is he someone you know outside of camp?", Linda continued to
ask, seeming honestly curious, not prying like a third-degree lecture.

   Your eyes lift, you speak, "Met him yesterday, I snuck off before going
to the nurse.  Down the jogging trails."

   "Yes, I know where that waterfall is.  I went there a bunch of times, to
see some boys, before I became an instructor.  Just don't go spreading that
around camp.  It'll ruin that spot, and get me fired.", Linda begged, but
not with any stern tone.

   Mandy asked, "Can..  can you show us how to kiss a boy?  Is it like
kissing a girl?"

   "Mandy!", you exclaim, scolding her blunt question.

   "What?  I don't want to go there and look like a dork when they try to
kiss us.  That is what we are going there for, isn't it?", Mandy asked.

   You roll your eyes, and comment, under your breath, "More than that, I
hope...", then say, in a normal tone, "Duh..."

   Catching you off-guard, Linda leans down and asks, after hearing your
undertone remark, "Can I?"

   You don't say yes, but you don't move away.  Your eyes fixate on Mandy,
as if somehow you hoped she would answer for you, or take the lime-light,
as she always does, saving you from actually saying yes.  However, she did
not hear what Linda said, and now she was moving her face to the front of
yours, blocking your view of Mandy.  Her lips gently pressing against
yours, the tip of her tongue breaking the loose seal of your lips,
seeking-out your tongue, guiding it out into her mouth.  Her hands
caressing your face, your cheeks, your neck, your ear-lobes.  Then she
stops.

   "That's how a girl kisses another girl.  This is how a boy is going to
kiss you.", Linda says as she glares into your eyes.

   Mandy, shocked at what she just saw, still unsure she was seeing, what
she was seeing, came-in for a closer look.  She was already licking her own
lips, in anticipation of being next, before she even knew for sure, what
was going on.  Linda approached you again, but now more aggressively.  She
lunged her mouth at yours, kissing you forcefully, and you kiss her back
the same.  Her hands running through your wet hair, tugging slightly and
tilting your head back for a deeper kiss.  Another hand running firmly down
your neck, down your puffy breasts and erect nipples, over your suit.  A
firm and powerful grasp of your breast cusp, is followed by a similarly
stern tweaking of your tender nipple.  Then she stops.

   "That is how a boy is going to kiss you, and, well, try to do more while
he kisses you.", Linda said to you, as your eyes glaze-over in mixed
emotions of love, lust, hate, fear and joy.

   Now, you wait, eagerly to see her kiss Mandy the same way.  Almost as if
you are watching a porn, your eyes don't blink as she moves to Mandy's
anxiously waiting mouth, already pursed as she stands on her tip-toes with
closed eyes.  It remind you of a scene from discovery, the animal kingdom,
of a lion approaching a zebra, just before it pounces on it's prey.  You
blink, and then they are joined, mouth to mouth.  Mandy kissing her back
even more fierce than you were just kissed by Linda.  Her hands greedily
reaching out for Linda's crotch, almost trying to violate her, to the point
where Linda has to kindly break the kiss off.  She actually had to grapple
Mandy's hands, and politely restrain her.

   "Hmmm...  You said a kiss, like a boy.  You didn't say you wanted to
kiss me like a boy.", she joked, moving Mandy's hands up to her face,
before bending back down for a more appropriate kiss.  Mandy got the hint,
and didn't budge, for fear of losing another chance at another kiss.

   "Time for swimming lessons.", said Linda, ending the last kiss with a
smile.

   "Actually, I already know how to swim.", said Mandy.

   You reply, "So, we can just chill in the pool for a few hours.  Right?",
not wanting her statement to cut the day short.

   "Yes, we can chill.  We'll just have some girl time.  I am curious about
this Mike guy.", said Linda, "If I can't get laid, at-least I can think
about him and you while I tend to myself."

   Mandy, trying to sound innocent, replies, "Ewww..."

   "Come-on, like you don't play with yourself!", you quickly snap, wanting
to get more info on what to do, and what you want done to you.  Also, if
nothing happens, get some good visions to make morning-fun time a little
more fun for you.

   "Pool, now, before I ruin my suit.", Linda says, inferring that this
talk was getting her sexually excited.

   You all head to the shallow end of the pool, sitting on the
half-seat-steps.  Both you and Mandy's eyes keep drifting to Linda's
breasts which almost seem to float just above the water-level.  Small waves
from the wake as you all breath, are cresting around her firm round forms.
Water gently smothering her button-nipples under the tight fabric, keeping
them hard as you all chat.  She takes advantage of both of you being
distracted, prying with some rather deep and personal questions that you
both readily confess to her.  Occasionally, she is slipping-in some erotic
confessions of her own, which are all going directly into both of your
subconscious minds.

   You couldn't recall any of the details if you tried, even under
hypnosis. But, in time, you have told her every detail about Mike, your
morning-loving sessions, every past event in your life, and all the things
you thought you wanted to do with Mike.  However, your experience had left
your desires with Mike, limited to nothing short of blunt raw sex.  Mandy,
on the other hand, you find-out, through her confessions, that she almost
seems to be entirely a lesbian.  Which, in all honesty, doesn't surprise
you.  Her interest in Mike, or a friend of his, seems like nothing more
than simple curiosity.  This is in stark contrast to your attraction to
Mike, which is pure lust-driven attraction.  You don't "want" him...  You
"need" him...

   Linda, on the other hand, has filled your heads with all sorts of
goodies.  She has had a life-time of experiences, in your eyes.  Her words
have you wanting to consume Mike more than you originally wanted to, and
also leave you wanting to consume her, and Mandy, along the way.  Mandy has
similar feelings, and both of you assume, by her looks and words, that she
wants both of you too.  Why she is not just taking the both of you at this
point, is unclear.  She seems to want to, and you want to have your way
with her, but she, and you two, are resisting.  Perhaps, you think, she
wants you, the both of you, to experience Mike and his friend first.  But
it is clear that she doesn't ONLY want you to be limited to just Mike and
his friend this summer.  Maybe that is her reason...  The whole summer is
here for her.  Mike, is surely limited and only possibly a one-time thing.

   When the hypnosis wears-off, you are both given some tips and some
reassurance that this can happen, with Linda's help.  You were unsure how
to get-away from the others tomorrow, but Linda has a good plan.  She is
even going to help cover for your absence, until you get back.  However,
she sets-up a real limited time-frame, which may be on purpose, so you
don't get carried away.  It is almost like she is keeping you on a loosely
tied leash, but a leash, all the same.  You honestly don't care, because
you will surely have a chance at getting what you want.

   The rest of the day, you and Mandy were tied together at the hips.  You
didn't even care that everyone now thought you two were lesbian lovers. 
You even had some fun with it, at times, kissing her while being watched,
but acting like you just got caught by the person who you knew was
watching. Mandy, was having more fun than you, and actually taking this
play-time as more than just playing.  She was getting into it, and
anticipating each time you did it.  Not being as creative and perceptive as
you, she didn't attempt to do this herself, but made sure to play along
each time.

   It wasn't until the day was nearly complete, that Mandy asked you if you
were just playing, or being serious.  You refuse to answer, but she
eventually works-up the nerve to ask if she can do something more with you,
before you two have to go back to the cabin for the night.  Again, you say
nothing, but lead her down one of the jogging trails, where you know of a
secluded rain-stop shelter.  When you get there, your lips instantly lock
with hers, kissing her like a boy and using your hands like a boy.  Now she
is the one in shock, and frozen, as you have your way with her, silently,
except for the juicy sounds of kissing and your exploring fingers.

   Her legs buckle as you slip two fingers into her juicy slit.  She moans
through your mouth, struggling for air through her nose, as you firmly
thrust your fingers right into her g-spot.  Her wetness is making loud
sounds as she begins to near an orgasm.  Your palm keeps rubbing against
her clit, which sticks-out almost like a tiny cock, the more excited she
gets.  A third finger enters her, and you spread her hole inside while just
rubbing your third finer up against her tender g-spot flesh.  The scent of
her sex is driving you wild, you need to taste her, but you want to have
your turn even more.

   You beg...  "Fuck me...  Fucking fuck me now!"...

   Mandy imitates what you are doing, but ends-up doing her own thing,
which almost sends you over the edge instantly.  She completely falls into
you, when she cums, which takes all of your effort to support her taller
figure.  Her hand doesn't stop, and even gets more intense, as her body
shakes and spasms over yours, and around your penetrating fingers. 
Some-how, you manage to stumble back onto the edge of the bench, with Mandy
now supporting her own weight with her one free hand, against the seat
backing.

   She continues to finger-fuck you, as you retract your fingers from her,
tasting her juicy orgasm with rolled-up eyes.  When Mandy stops, you beg
for her to continue, eyes still rolled-up and your hips raising up to
search for her extracted fingers.  Then you feel her tugging at your
shorts, pulling them down to your ankles, and a soft delicate, but forceful
tongue pressing deep into your slit, and lips starting to suckle on your
erect clit.  You gush into her mouth as you cum.  Your body raises, trying
to get her head even closer, which is impossible, but she does intensify
her efforts until you collapse back down onto the seat, unable to hold
yourself up any longer.

   With a glossed face, and a saturated mouth, she climbs-on top of you for
a deep, passionate, long, lustful, girl kiss.  You can taste both of your
juices mixed together, and it seems to make you want more.  You wish she
had a dick at this point, but knowing that Mike has one, is enough to
satisfy what is left for this moment, as being as complete as it can be. 
Now, you really can't wait for tomorrow to come.  With a final kiss, you
two gather yourselves, and ditch your drenched panties, which were used as
rags to dry yourselves.

   You make it back to the cabin, just in time to shower and settle-in to
bed.  Though both of you are tired, neither of you can sleep.  Your eyes
just gaze back at each other, as you seem to be talking with your minds. 
Then, there is a disturbance outside.  Someone yells, "There are boys out
there!", as everyone darts-up to see what she is talking about.  When you
look, you can see Mike and some other boy, being escorted to the main
office by two of the camp-instructors.  Mandy comments, "He's cute", after
you tell her that is Mike.  The girls over-hear your comment, and one
stool-pigeon rats you out to the instructor who is lingering outside the
door.  You and Mandy are brought out too.

   You and Mandy are led to the head-office for the cabins, while Mike is
off at the main-offices.  Linda, one of the instructors who carted Mike and
his friend away, has a word with Mike, but not until she tells the other
instructor that she knows his father, after hearing that this is "Mike",
and assuming it is your Mike.  The other instructor leaves, and is told to
fetch you and Mandy.  Linda had not realized that you and Mandy were
already taken to the other offices, but that ended-up letting her spend
some quality time with Mike, alone, who was begging for her to not call his
father.  Linda, once Mike is alone with her, admits that she doesn't know
his father, but wants to know why he is here, peeping on girls at the camp.

   Linda is ready to scold the fuck out of him, and his friend, for
breaking two girls hearts...  Peeping on other girls, after setting-up a
play-date with two other girls at the camp.  She was thinking he was just a
pervert.  However, he explained that he came here to warn her not to come.
He had been caught trying to sneak-out a gun, to teach her to shoot.  Linda
wasn't aware of this shooting-lesson, but continued to pry him for more
information, leaving-out the part about her wanting to do other things
besides shooting.  His friend, actually his brother, was another "soon to
be instructor", who came to help him warn her, and make sure he didn't get
caught.  An obvious fail, at this point.

   Linda, feeling a little naughty, decides to toy with the boys, to set
the mood for what the girls intended to make of the situation.  Besides,
she thought these guys, who couldn't honestly be called boys at their age,
were kind-of cute.  Almost a little naive, but still guys after-all.  She
pulled her jacket off, which was on because of the cooler night air,
exposing her tight shirt that hugged her bra-less breasts.  Her obviously
cold nipples were poking under the thin material lewdly, as she came closer
to each sitting boy, to question them more, and program them, as she had
done with the girls.

   Within minutes, the boys were completely brainwashed, and clearly hard
as a rock.  She could tell, because they were both hunched-over, sitting
with their hands in their laps, trying to hide their discomfort.  She
found-out that Mike actually did think that she was attractive, and that he
was sure she was hitting on him, but that his intentions were only to show
her how to shoot, as promised.  Linda informed him, and his brother, of
your intentions with him, even adding some other things into the mix. 
Telling him how sexually frustrated all the girls were at these camps. 
Telling him how cruel it is for a guy like him to get these girls all hot
and bothered down there, then walk away, with promises of shooting guns and
other things, without following through.

   Then, the door opened, and Linda quickly swiped-up her jacket, scolding
the invading instructor about not knocking before opening a door to the
chilly night air.  When she put her jacket on, it was like the hypnosis was
broken.  The boys went back to begging not to have their father called,
even while Mandy and you are guided inside the room.  Luckily, though you
play along, you beg for similar safety, from Linda.  Even she plays the
game of demanding that all of your parents know what you have all done, in
front of the other instructor.  He is eventually dismissed, feeling as if
Linda have this all under control.

   As if this were a sit-com, with the on-air light turning off...  When
the other instructor left, the atmosphere instantly changed to a bunch of
thanks from Mike and his brother, and millions of questions from you and
Mandy, who also thought Mike was perving around the camp, as it appeared to
be.  Linda interrupted the disruption by informing you of what happened,
assuring you that she believes he is telling the truth, as she again,
removes her jacket.  The room falls silent again, as if the hypnosis
session was continuing.

   Linda began to tell them what was about to happen.  They were going to
be taken back to their camp, after a little private pow-wow, with her and
the girls.  You all wait on edge, for instructions, as you are clearly not
the ones in control at this moment.  You are all back-seat drivers, no...
passengers...  in this little mental voyage.

   Linda goes to the key-locker and swipes the keys for the shuttle-van. 
She then leads everyone out, packing them in the van.  The girls, unlike
the boys, are dressed in night-gowns and without jackets, they are cold,
and Linda purposely leaves the heat off, for this journey.  Looking back,
she asks the boys to be gentlemen and keep the girls warm.  "Give them your
jackets, let them sit on your laps, cuddle them, or whatever...  Just don't
let them freeze to death back there.  I have to focus on driving, and the
heater is broken."

   Again, you know she is playing a game, and you and Mandy like the game
so far.  Apparently, so does Mike and his brother.  You jump on Mikes lap,
giggling and slipping his jacket over you, so no-one can see what is
happening between you two.  Mandy does the same, to Mike's brother, but had
actually started sucking on his face.  You look to the front, see Linda's
eyes peer at you and Mandy in the rear-view, then her eyes return to the
road.  She is completely ignoring the fact that Mandy is half-way down
Mike's brother's throat.  Still, cautiously, as Mike seems a little
confused and reluctant, you put your lips to his.  However, he only seemed
to need a spark, to turn his body into a raging inferno.

   It wasn't long before Mike's brother was searching for Mandy's hot-box.
Her nightgown was soon over her head, and then on the floor, as her hands
tugged and pulled at his belt.  You try to ignore the situation, focusing
on Mike, but you are curious to see how big he is, how she mounts him, and
see if she likes it.  Mike, more interested in you, was sliding his hands
up your nightgown and rubbing your nipples.  His mouth nibbling on your
earlobe and his erection throbbing painfully against your pantie-covered
crotch.

   In the dim light of the bus, you can see Mike's brother's cock.  It is
short, thick and curved.  Not like how you imagined a penis to look, in
real life.  Mandy didn't even look down, she just pushed her cunny over it,
and began blindly trying to get it inside of her.  When she did, she let
out a loud moan, partly in pain, but mostly in pleasure.  The were soon
fucking lustfully, blind to the world around them.  Mike pulls your
attention away from them, as he begins slipping your nightgown up.  When
the cold air hits your tiny nipples, they perk-up into solid little peaks,
your small sensitive breasts filling with goose-bumps.

   Your panties soon disappear, as well as his pants.  When you see his
erection, you stop to admire it, up close.  An uncontrollable urge to suck
on it, comes over you, as you see it twitch under your hot breath.  He
doesn't resist, and you soon find his hands on the back of your head, not
forcing you down, but holding-on as you lick and bob and twist.  Something
you learned from Linda, while chatting at the pool, just now coming back to
your mind.  Your hands caress his inner thighs, sliding up to cup his tiny
balls.  They pull-up, tight against the base of his cock as you caress
them.

   Mike tugs on your hair a little, guiding you off his throbbing erection.
He continues to pull you up to his level, and forward, wrapping his arms
around you.  Then, his hands pull your hips towards him, sliding down to
your ass, lowering your hips to meet his, gently sliding his cock inside of
you.  You don't even realize it is in, not because it is small, but because
you are so fucking wet with excitement.  If not for the throbbing to match
his groaning, you would not have known to start moving.  As you lift, now
you feel the rim of his cock sliding along your inner walls.  Your muscles
contract, trying to feel-out more detail, trying to get more sensations
from his cock as it slides in and out.

   Soon Mandy was moaning like a banshee, and Mike's brother was getting
frustrated, as he wasn't quite ready to cum yet.  Mike, triggered by
Mandy's intensely building orgasm, had begun to pick-up the pace.  Soon he
was fucking you like a rabbit, and you were enjoying the hell out of it,
but no-where near reaching your orgasm.  Oddly, you found yourself fixated
on his face, his look was a mixture of pleasure, frustration, ecstasy, and
a slight look of anger.  The feeling of his shaft sliding up and pounding
into your clit was amazing, but not enough to get you off.

   The bus stops, but you don't notice it, in the heat of the moment. 
Suddenly, you hear a voice, rather close to you, which was unexpected,
because it sounded like Linda.  "Easy tiger!", Linda said, as she reached
between your legs and grasped Mike's balls.  He groaned, slowing down, but
he didn't stop.  Linda had one finger curled around the base of his cock,
applying pressure, and the rest of them curled around his testicles,
guiding his motions by tugging and releasing.  Mandy was now shaking and
bucking like mad, nearly panting like a dog as she let-out the last of her
orgasm.  When Mike heard her cum, he was about to say that he was going to
cum, but found Linda take a bear-grip on his cock, as she guided you off
him.

   "Sorry, I can't let you get her pregnant.", Linda said, as she quickly
consumed Mike's extracted, throbbing cock.  You watch, but don't join her,
as she sucks and licks his cock like a pro.  Then, as Mike explodes, Linda
lets you watch as he fills her mouth, while she milks his cock for the last
drops.  You don't even realize she swallowed it, as she comes up to give
you a full kiss on the mouth.  You were expecting her to spit it in yours,
or something lewd, but she didn't.  The taste was there, and as nasty as
you thought it was, you still probed her mouth with your tongue, to capture
what little bit of his manhood was left in there.  The kiss continued as
Linda guided you back onto his erection.  He was ready to continue, and she
was there to help you reach your climax.

   Looking back for a moment, at Mandy and Mike's brother, she could see
why Mandy came so fast.  His thick curved cock went right for her g-spot
and stretched her tiny hole to the max.  Mandy was now sitting next to him,
watching the show.  Mike's brother, though he had not cum yet, was
hopefully waiting for a blowjob, like Mike just got.  However, instead of
doing that, Linda raised her top, exposing her breasts to Mike's mouth and
hands, while she continued to kiss you.  Her ass waived, taunting Mike's
brother, begging for him to take her next, to fill her hole, to empty
himself inside of her.

   Without any guidance, other than desire, he did just that.  He was soon
pulling her pants down to her ankles, exposing her firm round ass, as she
begged "no, no, no", without conviction, between kisses to you, and now
Mike.  You and Mike took turns kissing Linda and playing with her thick
pointy nipples, and caressing her firm round breasts, while she rubbed your
throbbing clit and continued to caress Mike's tender balls.  Within
seconds, Her needy pussy was crammed with a short, bent, thick cock, which
thrust away, like no other man's cock had done to her.  She was nearly
ready to cum herself, as he prepared to unloaded inside of her.

   Linda breaks her kissing, to let you both consume her perky nipples,
while begging Mandy to rub her clit, begging her to rub Mike's brother's
balls, begging him to fill her pussy with his cum.  Her words trigger
something inside of you, that all this physical sensation could not do
alone.  All summed-up, your orgasm finally reaches, but it doesn't peak. 
Your eyes lock with Mike's eyes as you both lick and suckle on Linda's
breasts.  Her hands feverishly caressing the both of you, sliding across
slickened, tender and heated flesh, as it throbs within her grip.  With a
final animal-like groans from Mike, his brother, Linda and you, the moment
is over.  Linda and you both get filled with heated lust-driven loads.

   "We...  can't go back like this...", Mike pleaded...

   Linda agreed, as she used a towel to empty his brother's spunk into,
handing another to you, telling you to push, to get it out.

   "We can go to the cabins.", you say.  Remembering the cabin you found,
which was unlocked.

   "They are all locked-up.", Mike says.

   Linda adds...  "Yes, but I have one here..."

   They look out the window, and realize they are at the cabins.

   "Wait, is it the one with the fake rock?", you ask.

   "Yes, why?  You found the key?", asked Linda.

   "Yes, but it wasn't locked.", you say.

   Linda says, in a pissed tone.  "Damn-it, I told the girls to make sure
it was locked when they left."

   "Girls...", Mandy asks.

   "Um, forget I said that.  It's not important now...  Yes, we can
clean-up there, and then clean-up the bus...  We made a mess!", she says,
looking at the splatters and puddles on the seats and floor.

   "Can we do it again?", you ask.

   "Now?  Are you still that horny?  I don't think these guys have it in
them...", Linda says, knowing that they damn well do.

   "Yea, we can do this again...  See...", Mike's brother said as he
stroked his cock back to life.

   With a big smile, Linda walked, half naked, out of the bus and to the
cabin, where she noticed the rock was gone.  You apologize, and run across
to the next cabin, where you stowed it.  She makes a comment about that
being a smart idea, but tells you to leave it here, but lock it up if you
ever use it.  She wanted it to be easy to find, but not as easy as being
clearly out in the open.  Telling you that it is a secret place for special
girls at the camp, and special boys, at the other camp.  This is something
even Mike didn't know about, but was glad that he knew about it now.  His
brother, on the other hand, knew, but had no idea it was her cabin.

   "There is a well-pump on the side...  Can you go get some water, so we
can wash-up?", Linda asks you.

   "I thought we were going to do this again!", you say, with a
disappointing look on your face.

   "We are...  Chill...  We still need to clean-up, now and after we finish
again.  If we are going to do this, we should do it right, do it slow, do
it completely and try not to get everyone pregnant in the process.", she
says as she looks at Mike and his brother.

   "Sorry, I couldn't help myself.", said Mike.

   "You told me to...", said his brother.

   "Oh, you can fill me all you want, I am on the pill...  But they are
not, I don't think...  Are you?", Linda asks.

   Both of you reply "No", which leaves Linda to happily demand the
following.  "See, so we have to suck it out of you, when the time comes, or
you just have to switch to me, and fill me up instead.  Then you can go
back to fucking like bunnies again.  Well, taking the others into
consideration.  they don't always have orgasms as easy as you bulls do."

   Linda walks over to Mandy, just as you return with a big bucket of
water. "Put that by the tin, in the bathroom.  Bring back a damp rag from
the rack.  Then we will show these guys how to eat pussy, so they can help
get us closer to orgasm, before they lose their gusto inside of us."

   "You said not to do that inside of them!", Mike said.

   "No, I said don't get them pregnant.  Cum in their mouths.  But, if they
don't like the taste, then you can cum in my mouth, or in my pussy.  Got
it?", asked Linda, for the second time explaining it.

   "Sorry, yes...", said Mike.

   "Don't be sorry, be safe, and considerate bastards.  Not just pricks
that shoot all over, in the night.", continued Linda.

   With that said, Linda unfolded the couch-bed and set Mandy down on it.
She used the damp towel to clean-up her glossy, and slightly frothed slit.
To you, the scent was more erotic than your own juicy slit, when it hadn't
been filled previously with a cock.  Looking over at Mike's brother, you
start wondering what his cock would feel like inside of you.  After having
seen Mandy reach an orgasm so fast, and having it for so long.  After
tasting Mike's cum in Linda's mouth, what was left, you wonder if you will
like it when him or his brother cums in your mouth.  You didn't exactly
enjoy it, but you did enjoy seeing how much he liked it when Linda sucked
him off, as he unloaded into her mouth, and when she milked the rest of it
out of him.

   A damp towel hits your arm.  You grab it and wipe yourself clean,
passing it to Mike.  Linda doesn't hesitate to start licking Mandy's
delicate folds, sucking on her thick pointy clit, and instructing the boys
to come closer.  They stop staring at her puffy mound, which was right at
eye-level as she ate-out Mandy on the bed.  Taking positions on both sides
of her, as she continued, they watched eagerly.  You are instructed to
slide underneath Linda, and eat her out.  She has you put your crotch up
next to Mandy's, as your head rests just below her glistening folds.  She
hands you a pillow, to prop yourself up, so the boys can go back there and
watch you lick her pussy, when they are not watching her lick and rub and
probe both of your little snatches.

   Between licks, and soft moans, she asks the boys to stroke themselves,
preparing to cum, but not to cum.  She wants both of you girls to cum
first, and her, before the three of you take those two neglected cocks into
your mouths for some much needed relief, for them.  She wants both of you
to taste, and hopefully enjoy pleasing the boys that way, as she enjoys it.
But, guiltily, she hopes you two don't actually enjoy it, so she can have
them both to herself, in one hole or another.

   Mike and his brother continue stroking themselves, while they watch. 
Mike, unable to resist, begins caressing Linda's ass.  He keeps spreading
her cheeks, as you lick away at her juicy folds.  Soon he has both hands on
her ass, which Linda feels, and asks him to keep his dick hard, slightly
frustrated that he stopped stroking himself.  Mike intended to do just
that, meeting her request.  He slipped the tip of his dick along her folds,
asking you to lick it, while licking her.  Occasionally, he would push it
inside of her, pulling it out for you to continue licking.

   When his brother saw what he was doing, he wanted some hands-free play
too.  He moved up the bed, planting his curved cock right into Mandy's
gaping mouth.  Linda told her not to go crazy, so he doesn't cum before he
needs to cum.  His hands focused on Mandy's cone-topped breasts and puffy
nipples.  This, Linda approved, as it helped bring Mandy closer to climax.
Her focus then went more to you, rolling her tongue around your clit,
sucking it into her mouth and massaging it with the pressure from just her
vice-lips.  Her thumb slowly sliding in you, while two of her fingers slid
out of Mandy, as she pumped forward and back, into both of you.

   Mike was mow playing with Linda's pink winking anus.  He kept slicking
up his finger and sliding the tip inside of her as it opened, letting it
snap-shut, then slowly twisting it and pulling it out.  Her moaning was
bringing him near the edge, but he said nothing to anyone.  You could feel
something changing in him, as he kept slipping more of his dick inside your
mouth and spending less time inside of Linda's pussy.  Silently, he came,
while half-way down your throat.  You don't even realize what he is doing,
until he pulls-out a little, and you feel it blasting across your tongue.
Hot thick jets of cum, which you swallow before you even realize how it
tastes, trying to hide the fact that he just came, from Linda.

   His brother was not so slick.  He announced with a bolstered moan and
the typical phrase that he was cumming, when Mandy feverishly began groping
and sucking and slurping his bent cock.  She was moaning, as she drank him
up, from her pussy-licking and from the excitement of disobeying Linda, and
having her first successful blowjob completed.  Linda, expecting this, said
nothing.  She continued to suck and lick on you, enjoying Mike's
slip-n-slide cock actions, while also enjoying your slip-n-slide tongue
actions.  With her nearing an orgasm, she began to help get you there
again. She knew you needed words, not just silent sex.

   "Mmmm, baby, keep licking like that...  Come on boy, pound it in a
little more...  Put another finger inside...  Mmmm...  Wiggle them
around... Yea...  You little tease, suck me harder...  Come on you little
cock-teasing bitch...  Don't you think I know that you stole his cum from
me...  Now he's going to fill my tight pussy with even more cum...  Then
you are going to lick it all up, as it gushes out of my pussy...  Eat my
fingers you nasty whore...  Show me how wet you can get...  Make me cum as
hard as you cum baby..."

   Mike's brother was going insane.  He wanted your pussy so bad, after
hearing Linda talk about it like that.  He pulled Mandy out of the way and
tried his hardest to get his dick where Linda's mouth was.  However, she
was waiting, instead sucking his cock into her mouth, which made him start
fucking her face.  He didn't even reach the back of her throat, but you
could hear her choking on it, while moaning.  After calling you all those
things, which was kind-of hot, you found it hotter that her mouth was now
being stuffed, choked, and muffled by a face-fucking boy.  Your pussy
begins to throb around her thumb, as small moans escape your mouth.

   Linda jokingly bites on his cock, stalling his orgasm, and causing him
to retract, long enough for her to redirect his cock to the entrance of
your hole.  Her thumb pulls-out, as his curved, thick cock fills you to the
brim, hitting your g-spot instantly, and then pounding away.  Your moaning
forces you to stop licking her, and Mike then starts pounding her.  Between
moans, you are poking your tongue out, licking at Mikes bald sack, groping
for it with your hands, trying to make him cum, while you continue having
orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.  Your tight stuffed hole trying to resist
the penetration, but encouraging it at the same time.

   With another grunt, and some stalled motions, Mike's brother indicates
that he is ready to cum, trying to sneak it in you.  Linda is too wise to
be fooled, and pulls Mandy down while pushing him out of you.  His bent
cock instantly starts spraying wildly into the air, all over Mandy's and
Linda's faces, before they get their mouths around it.  He moans deeply as
both girls lick him dry, setting Mike off, as a back-seat observer to this
crazy show.  You feel his sack pulling up, trying to escape your grip and
licking.  You watch as the underside of his cock pulsates wildly, with
every spasm delivery of cum into her twitching hole.

   You can feel the cool air inside your own gaped hole, vacant of that
thick cock, enjoying the last of your reverberate orgasm.  Mike eventually
pulls-out, but he came so deep inside of Linda, that her clamped hole was
actually vacant of anything to feed you.  Not like you were looking forward
to drinking his spunk from her frothed folds, but the thought of it still
made you excited a little.  Mandy kept sucking, way after he was done, but
still while he had a slight chubby erection.  She, like Linda, loved
sucking cock for cum.  Linda, she didn't move.  Her legs were jittering,
and her belly was heaving, but she just remained still.  Slight short
breaths as something was still going-on within her.  Perhaps she was still
cumming...

   You say...  "So, should we all clean-up for another round?", joking,
sort of...

   "NO!", four voices beamed...  followed by exhausted laughter.

   You do clean-up, but for good, tonight.  Mike and his brother head back
on foot, as they intended to do, had they not been caught.  The three of
you spend a few minutes cleaning the bus, with the engine running and the
heat on, this time.  Before you all head back.  Though, Linda has you two
stay at her cabin, for a couple of reasons.  She isn't done having her way
with you, and it was to make the others believe that you two were on watch,
after trying to "sneak out with some boys", as she said...  This, she did
to bolster both of your popularity, and to also throw them off the scent of
the fun that the three of you were about to have, all summer long.  Five,
is she could get Mike and his brother to come back to the cabin.

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   Five years later...

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   The phone rings: Caller: "Thank you for calling camp moss hunting.  How
can I help you?" Mandy: "We got another one..."
Caller: "Mandy...  Who is it this time?"
Mandy: "Josh."
Caller: "Who was he there to see?"
Mandy: "A cute little red-head named Trish."
Caller: "You going to the cabin with them?"
Mandy: "Yup...  You want me to wait for you?"
Caller: "Sure...  Let me put-up these guns and tell Mike that I'll be
back in a few hours..."
Mandy: "Take your time.  I am still getting them to confess..."
Caller: "Kisses!", you say as you hang-up the phone.
P.S.  Linda and Mike's brother are away on their honey-moon...  After
having three babies, they decided to get married.  You two are just
instructors in training.