CAMPING ADVENTURE (CHAPTER 1) My name is Roy, and I told you recently the story of how I met my girl-friend Marina, aged 11 and five years younger than myself, when I took my sister Jenny and some friends on a picnic. Actually, Marina prefers me not to use the word `girl-friend’ but rather just `friend’, as she feels the other has connotations she doesn’t want to get involved with! Marina had been head girl at the English junior school in our city, but she was now progressing to the first form at the high school I attend, along with my cousin Shelley. Shelley has suddenly started growing taller, and her tiny breasts are just beginning to sprout pretty little points. She still wears those lovely white woollen panties that I love so much, still enjoys nudity and still loves me. It was really startling for me to see Shelley and her friends, whom I have known well for some time, at senior school now. Really, they are still little girls, and they looked so small and out of place there. Those who come along to our naturist club still have tiny breasts and very little pubic hair at all. Marina is a little different, although physically she is pretty much the same. She is still very much like a delightful little girl in some ways, but she can also be so mature and sensible - child-like and vulnerable, but never childish. That is the main reason why I love her. I was with Marina a lot, of course, during her first few days at school, but she settled in with maturity. We both passed me off as a friend of her family, which I now was, as none of the other girls in her class had been on that picnic where I had first got to know her. Only Shelley knows our feelings for each other and she is secure enough in the special love I have for her as my cousin not to be jealous and to keep our secret. Every year the first-formers at our school go off on a camp together in the fourth week of the term, to help bond them together I suppose. It was great to know that my Aunt Sue, Shelley’s mum, was going to be in charge this time, together with a couple of young teachers who are quite a bit more liberated than most of the others who work at this English school, well known for its so-called old-fashioned values. Aunt Sue has only recently started teaching there part-time, but has had experience in young people’s organisations, and so was entrusted with the job of running the camp. I was delighted to be invited to go along myself. Aunt Sue said she wanted some help from older pupils, which could be called leadership training, and so eight of us older ones, four boys and four girls, who were in line for being prefects, were invited. Our campsite is in a country area about seventy kilometres away, near a village called Pinosora. On Monday morning we all assembled outside the school at seven o’clock in the morning, waiting to be picked up by the truck donated for the purpose by one of the parents. I looked around at the group of about forty first-formers I would be helping to look after. They looked so small, even Marina in her school uniform. There were in this particular year almost twice as many girls as boys, which secretly pleased me. The truck itself when it arrived was not the most comfortable vehicle in which to travel. It was open at the back and there were no proper seats, although it was clean and there were bundles of hay to sit on. First of all we hoisted the luggage on and laid it out in the middle, as I took charge of that myself. Then the first-formers piled on, while I stood by to help any who needed a lift up, as it was quite a step. I always keep an eye open for the odd view of girls’ panties in such situations, but the uniform skirt at the school is quite long, below knee length, and heavy, so it doesn’t happen often, to my disappointment. There were two much smaller girls there as well, aged only eight. I asked Marina, and she told me that one of the teachers helping on the camp had a daughter in her class, Jacqui, and there was also a younger sister, Vicky, who was coming along with a friend. Vicky was a small, lively girl with fair curls and wide blue eyes. She smiled at me as I picked her up and hoisted her on to the back of the truck. Her friend Tarryn, with longish fair hair and deep green eyes, was quite different. She was most independent and wanted to do everything herself, thank you very much. She wouldn’t let me pick her up, but grabbed hold of the rails and tried to scramble up herself. She was so small that she had almost to do the splits to get her leg on to the bar at the back of the truck, and of course revealed a pair of tiny white panties as she did so, with a little gap visible between her legs and the elastic as she stretched her legs so hard, giving me a glimpse of a darker pink puffy-looking little mound inside. When everybody else was on board, I climbed on. Most of them were quiet and a bit nervous, waving bravely to parents as they went off for the week. The girls were all seated up at the far end, legs neatly folded or crossed for the most past and skirts covering the knees. The boys were mostly at the back, these kids being still too young for the most part to have much interest in the opposite sex. The other seniors like myself were seated together in the middle, not mixing with the younger ones at this stage. “Roy!” I heard two voices call my name. Marina and Shelley were up near the front, Marina with her legs neatly crossed as usual, and Shelley with one leg up, also as usual, unconsciously allowing a glimpse of those white panties underneath. They signalled to me to join them, indicating that they had kept a place for me between them. As I worked my way towards them, I was conscious that I would be the only boy to sit among the girls. Fortunately I am perhaps too well respected for this to cause me much trouble. I sat down between my two favourite girls, and we were soon on our way. I spent my time getting to know the girls I did not know already. Some I knew very well. There was, for example, the flirtatious Laura sitting on the hay the other side, her long legs crossed but forever shifting and revealing her pink panties underneath. The hay was most useful, actually, as we sank rather low in it and at times the girls would raise or move their legs and give glimpses of underwear beneath their long school skirts. Other girls I knew had left the country, as diplomatic staff often do, including the lovely little Angela who had loved me well but tried hard to hide it. On the same side as myself was the cute Nikki, and I couldn’t help wondering what sort of panties she was wearing this time. She seems to wear a different colour every day, although I still like those soft, silky white ones the best. Next to Laura was another girl who seemed to be taking a lot of notice of me, a rather quiet girl with straight, dark shoulder-length hair and a wide smile whenever she chose to use it. Her name, I was to learn, was Cindy. She would lean back in the hay at times with her legs slightly apart, revealing her dull white panties at the crotch, and smile in my direction, knowing full well what she was doing. I smiled back and enjoyed it. I was not surprised to learn, as I found out later, that she is rather neglected at home and always looking for love from others, but not always wisely. Vicky and Tarryn were on the other side as well, lively little girls wearing their junior school uniform, where the skirts were shorter than at the high school and came just above the knee, and they were, like most girls that age, largely unaware of what the fussy would expect them to do with their skirts and their legs. Their little panties were quite visible for most of the journey, Vicky’s being pink in colour but made of a coarser material than Laura’s. Next to them was Vicky’s older sister Jacqui, a quiet pleasant-looking girl with straight fair hair, a few cute freckles and smiling green eyes in a gentle face. Now and then I was able to confirm that she wore plain white panties of similar material to Vicky’s. As we drove through the countryside, the heat built up. It was now September, but it was a long hot summer and it was far from over. We were of course wearing hats, but it was very hot in school uniform. Yet school rules decreed that we had to wear uniform throughout our waking hours at camp, except in the evenings, a regulation I knew Aunt Sue for one heartily disagreed with. After more than an hour on the road, in increasing heat, we arrived at the camp. We drove through a gateway in a fence made of upright wooden posts and into a large courtyard where we stopped. There were small dormitories on both sides, each holding up to eight. Each dormitory was a prefabricated building raised about half a metre off the ground and held up by poles. I suppose this was to make them cooler and also to guard against a possible flood if we had a heavy downpour. We older ones were to be in charge of a group each, and I already knew which five boys would be in my group. The boys, of course, were to have the dormitories on one side and the girls on the other. Aunt Sue may be liberated, but she is sensible and knows well the trouble there can be of mixing the two, even if the school had ever considered doing so. It is only in the last two or three years that boys and girls have even gone on the same camp. When I was a first-former, we went during separate weeks! We climbed off the truck, I holding out my arms to help Vicky down and she gratefully falling into them. Tarryn, still completely independent, slithered down herself and I think scraped herself on the bottom doing so, going by the unshed tears in her eyes and the uncomfortable way that she clasped herself behind and tried to walk without letting anyone know she was hurt. As soon as we were off the truck, one of the girls asked Aunt Sue, “Mrs Mills, please may we change out of our uniforms?” “I’m afraid the school rules don’t allow you to do that, dear,” replied Aunt Sue, her expression showing what she thought of such unrealistic regulations. “I know it’s hot . . .” I already have a suggestion ready for her. “Maybe we could bend them a bit in this weather,” I said quietly to her. “How about letting us all wear our school sports kit instead?” “Well, yes, I suppose that is still school uniform, in a way,” agreed Aunt Sue. “All right, everybody. Roy has just had a good idea. If you want, you can all go and change into your sports kit and wear those instead. That will be quite a bit cooler, I’m sure.” There were muffled cheers, and quite a few grateful smiles cast in my direction. We all took our luggage to our dormitories and changed immediately. I changed my underpants as well, giving my penis an outing in front of my group of male first-formers, keen to show them my naturist lifestyle as well as I could, and to encourage them to feel free to do the same. Actually I also had a secret motive for suggesting sports kit. This kit is very well designed for hot weather and so is quite loose. At the school the boys and girls do all sports separately, so they rarely see each other in their sports kit at close quarters. Even so, I find it rather surprising that this strict school should allow sports kit of this type. Not that many of the younger ones would be aware of the `dangers’ of this sports kit. The boys just wear loose shirts and loose floppy shorts that tend to reveal the underpants easily when we sit. Girls wear a loose blouse on top without sleeves. This means that it is very easy to see inside. As many of the first-form girls do not wear bras yet and it is much too hot for a vest, their little breasts are often exposed to the watchful eye. Then they wear shortish pleated dark blue skirts, down to mid-thigh, that flap around very easily. These skirts have a zip for about four or five centimetres down one side and a fastened belt with two buttons. To put the skirt on, the girls need to pull it up, close the zip and then do up the buttons. I found quite a few of these young girls at times forgot about the zips, and would walk round with a couple of centimetres of the tops of their panties showing through the open slits. Shelley for one forgets more often than not, but of course it never bothers her. She might well have gone without any panties at all were it not for fear of trouble were she found out. After half an hour we met again in the main courtyard under the shade of a large oak tree. It was still only mid-morning, but it seemed like it was time for lunch already. We milled around waiting for everyone to arrive, including Aunt Sue and the other teachers. Looking at the girls, I soon found the answer to one of my earlier questions. Nikki was wearing pale violet-coloured panties today. She had forgotten to zip up her skirt and I could see the elastic top of them on her hip. Often before the camp when I saw her I would sidle up to her and ask her teasingly, “And what colour are you wearing today?” And she would giggle shyly and tell me, and usually show me as well. But this time she was among a group of other girls, so I couldn’t very well do that this time. I found Shelley examining a flowerbed, and as usual her zip was undone, the bright white of those panties shining out against the dark blue of her skirt for anyone to see - or anyone with a practised eye like myself. I approached her from behind, put my chin gently on her shoulder and whispered, “Guess who’s forgotten her zip again?” “Oh, who cares?” she snorted a little impatiently. She reached down, though, tugged at it - and it jammed at the bottom. She giggled and shrugged her shoulders. “Too bad, it was only a nuisance anyway,” she said. “Better ask your mum for a safety pin,” I teased her. “It’s not a nappy!” she retorted, reaching up her right arm, hooking it round my neck and pressing her cheek against mine. We had an hour or so of games and activities that morning which left even me rather tired. With some of these most of the girls, realising they were rather vulnerable, tucked the hems of their skirts into their panties, but I still got some interesting views at times. Shelley, of course, disdained to tuck her dress in and was forever flashing white, which caused one or two of the boys to snigger. We had lunch in a big hall where there were long tables and long wooden benches to sit on. There was plenty of room for about a hundred people in there, so we could sit where we liked. Marina and Shelley as usual urged me to sit with them, so I was again among the girls. Most of them, to sit on the benches, simply stepped over, one leg at a time, and sat down, giving just an occasional flash on panties under those sports skirts. When Marina on my right went to fetch a drink of water, Cindy came strolling up carrying her lunch. She glanced at me, sat down on the bench facing outwards, placed her plate on the table, and then lifted up first her right leg and then her left over the bench to sit round the right way, deliberately exposing her dull white panties to me as she did so. I smiled at her as she shot me another glance, and then turned away. I generally find it best to encourage them just a little but not too much. After lunch it was siesta time in the dormitories, although we were allowed to talk quietly or read if we wanted. In the heat I took off everything except my underpants - it would have caused too much comment to go naked - and read. Most of the other boys in my charge did the same, revealing a wide variety of colours and styles. Boys I have found are generally more colourful in their underwear than the girls, which suits me. For girls I always find plain white the most attractive, the whiter the better. (To be continued) CAMPING ADVENTURE (CHAPTER 2) As most of the children were very tired, we had a longer period of rest than usual, and it was about four o’clock before Aunt Sue blew the whistle for us to come out. We were told that we could spend some time at the swimming pool, but must have showers first to help keep the water clean. There were of course separate showers and toilets for the boys and the girls, but they were quite close together. I stripped off in the dormitory and walked up through the campsite to the showers with a towel around my waist, which caused some of the boys a bit of surprise. Looking over towards the girls’ side, I saw Shelley was doing the same, only she had nothing covering the top of her body. The sight of females walking around topless is not uncommon for the local inhabitants of the country and the beaches, but the English school could not be expected to favour it. Some of the other girls seemed quite agitated that Shelley was exposing her little pointed breasts in public, but of course it didn’t bother her. Aunt Sue, I noticed, did have a quiet word with her about the wisdom or otherwise of this kind of exposure. In the showers I found myself, as expected, among a crowd of younger boys with small, hairless penises and tiny scrotums, although the other boys my own age soon arrived with their larger, hairier weapons. A lot of the first-formers appeared quite nervous, not having showered in groups before. I threw off my towel and went in, turning round so they could see me in my naked glory. They were very subdued on the whole, although I did hear one boy whisper to another, “Roy has a hairy one.” I’m not sure whether it was in envy or amusement. Their attitude quickly changed during the week. Soon they were enjoying the showers and showing off what they had, and I found a few of them in a corner measuring penises. We had one exhibitionist who loved to waggle his penis until it was stiff and then hang his underpants on the end of it. After the showers we went over to the swimming pool for an hour or two of fun. I dislike wearing a costume for swimming, and Shelley certainly hates the big one-piece school costume they all had to wear, but there was no choice. It did rather spoil our freedom. That evening, after the meal, we gathered in the dining hall for evening entertainment, allowed now to wear civilian clothes, or `civvies’, as we called them. It was a pleasure to see most of the girls in short dresses or skirts, looking very attractive and at times revealing what was underneath. One of the boys’ and one of the girls’ groups had been tasked with providing some skits for us. We had a bit of a singsong and then it was to bed, quite early, as the younger kids were mostly very tired. Some of us junior leaders were given the task of patrolling the camping area for an hour after lights out just to make sure everything was all right and that everybody had settled down quietly. We were supposed to do it in twos, but when I crept out of my own dormitory after half an hour, there was no sign of my partner. I found out next morning that he had gone to sleep in a chair as he was preparing to join me. So I had to do the job myself. There were a couple of small lights on around the dormitories, but it was hard to see much outside. Most of the lights came from the toilet block at the top end of the camp, for those who needed to go during the night. Not that they were always used. A couple of nights later I woke up to hear the distinct sound of someone urinating on the wall right outside the window next to my bed. It was one of the boys in my group, too lazy to walk the full distance to the toilets. I grabbed a rubber chair stopper, looked through the open window just above his head, and threw it at him before he saw me. I aimed at his penis, and think I hit it full on. He gave a startled yell and jumped back, staring at me in shock, with his penis still sticking out at the top of his pyjama shorts and his hands and leg now soaking wet. I had a good laugh at his expense. This particular night I just wandered around in the half-darkness, wearing only a pair of shorts, hearing nothing but occasional light breathing when I passed near any of the dormitories. It looked like being a boring time. Then I turned round to see a figure coming carefully out of one of the girls’ dormitories. At first it looked as if the figure was naked, but I could then make out that it was wearing panties, but nothing else. “That can only be Shelley,” I thought, moving towards her. But I was wrong. It was Cindy. She giggled when she saw me and pretended to be surprised, but I guessed she knew I was on duty at this time and had been waiting for me. “Why are you wandering around naked at this time?” I asked her in a whisper. As she came closer I could see the tiny pointed nipples on her breasts. “I’m not naked, I still have my panties on,” giggled Cindy, pulling at the elastic around her waist to prove it. “It’s so hot all the girls are sleeping in their panties.” “I bet Shelley isn’t,” I answered with a grin. “No, Shelley’s sleeping naked,” Cindy told me, as if I didn’t know. “She says you’re all naturists and you all go naked when you can.” “Yes, but we can’t do it here,” I said. “Anyway, what are you doing outside? You should have put something else on when you came out.” “I need a wee,” Cindy explained, though I didn’t believe her. “I’m just going to the toilet.” She casually pulled her panties outwards and downwards at the waist, and then let them spring back with the elastic. I almost gasped as I thought I saw a little bit of pubic hair down there. My heart pumped and I could feel my penis swelling somewhat. “Wait for me - I’ll be back in a minute,” Cindy said as she approached the door of the girls’ toilets. I thought I had better not be seen around by myself with a half-naked girl, if anybody else were to come out of the dormitories. “I’m not waiting,” I said. “I’m just going to check round the back of the toilets.” I knew that would be out of sight of anybody who might have been watching us, should she choose to join me. I walked idly round the side of the boys’ toilets to the back, where the clearing ended and there was quite a thick clump of bushes. As I investigated the place, I found it was most suitable for a hidden meeting. There was a little open space about two metres across surrounded by bushes close to the wall of the boys’ toilets, but well lit from the lights above. No sooner had I discovered the place when Cindy appeared, tiptoeing nervously round the corner of the girls’ toilets. “So what are you wanting?” I asked her in a gentle whisper, as she approached me smiling nervously. “I just want to talk,” she answered. “Can we sit somewhere?” “We can do it in here,” I told her, leading the way inside the little clearing. “But it had better not be for long.” I knew I was taking a big risk, but felt I couldn’t help myself. There was a big tree on the far side of the clearing, so I sat down with my back leaning against it. Cindy, slim and wriggly in her nervousness, came over, turned round and sat down, leaning back against my knees. I opened my legs and she moved closer, resting her smooth warm back against my chest and leaning her head against my collarbone. Her straight brown hair, down to her shoulders, flowed on to my shoulder. “I’ve always liked you, Roy,” she said flirtatiously, looking up at me from the corner of her eyes and smiling her wide smile. She reached back, found my hands and pulled them so that they were round her waist. “Hope you don’t mind my hands there,” I said to her. “Why?” she asked. “Well, I can feel your panties like that,” I told her. The elastic was under my fingers and I could feel the material underneath. “You can move them if you like,” she said, picking up my hands and moving them up herself. This time she placed them right over her breasts. I could feel the soft rubbery little nipples under my fingers. “Is that better?” she asked, smiling up at me slyly out of the corners of her eyes. “Now I can feel something different,” I told her. She giggled. “I don’t mind,” she said. “And you shouldn’t, because you’re a naturist.” After a moment’s silence, she continued, “Why are you a naturist?” “Well, it’s just great to be free, to feel your freedom on your skin,” I answered. “And we can feel closer to other people when we’re all naked together.” She reached down a hand and patted me on my shorts, right above my penis. “Why don’t you take your shorts off now, then?” she asked. “Because it’s not a good thing unless everybody else around is also a naturist,” I answered. “I want to be,” she said after a pause. Then she paused again. “This hot weather makes my panties sticky and uncomfortable.” There was another silence, and I said nothing, just concentrating on the feel of those little pointed nipples under my fingers. If I wait long enough, they usually do what they are thinking of doing anyway, without any pressure from me putting them off. “I’m going to take my panties off,” Cindy announced a minute later. So saying, she slipped her hands inside the elastic, raised her knees, lifted her bottom and pulled her panties all the way down, slipping them off over her ankles. She tossed them gaily to one side. She kept her knees up, so I couldn’t see anything. “Remember to put them on when you go back to your dorm,” I reminded her. “I might spend the night out here,” she responded. Then there was a silence, and she said, “It’s your turn now.” “I can’t do it when you’re sitting on me,” I explained. Cindy stood up and turned around. Then suddenly her modesty got the better of her, and she giggled, shooting a hand down to clutch her vagina and hide it from my view. She wriggled and giggled again, looking at me. “Naturists aren’t silly like that,” I told her in a bored voice. “Put your panties on again. I’m not having you naked when you act silly.” “You can see it if you want to,” she decided, withdrawing her hand and revealing a long dark slit. I had been right earlier on. There was a clump of pale brown fluffy pubic hair at the top of her vagina. “You must see lots of pussies when you’re a naturist.” “Plenty,” I assured her. “Some very pretty ones, too.” “What about mine? Is mine pretty enough?” she asked in a silly voice, bold all of a sudden as she stepped forward, pushed her hips out and displayed her vagina only centimetres from my eyes. I could see soft little downy hairs stretching along the lips on her low mound. My underpants tightened and I had to restrain myself from stroking her. “Yes, lovely,” I told her, still acting as if I was not really too interested. “All right, it’s my turn now, then.” I stood up and pulled down my shorts and underpants quickly and smoothly. Cindy’s eyes widened as she stared, especially as my penis was rather swollen, although not fully hard. She reached out her hand, but I said, “No touching, or I’ll do that to you as well.” “All right, you can do it to me,” she whispered, grinning rather nervously. “Shall I do it like this?” I asked, squatting down and pulling her gently to sit on my thigh with her legs apart. Carefully I put down my hand and felt her. The hair was so soft and light it might almost have floated away. I delighted in the soft, warm feel of her vagina lips as I stroked her very tenderly between her legs. She giggled and wriggled her hips. “That tickles,” she smiled at me. “But I like it,” she whispered in my ear. Then she reached out her hand and nervously touched my penis. She put her hand round it, rather swollen as it was, and then felt my testicles. She seemed to be more curious than sexually aroused. When she was satisfied she put up her arm and wrapped it round my neck. She smiled into my eyes, then nestled her cheek against mine and whispered, “I love you. You’re kind.” I couldn’t truthfully tell her I loved her, so I just put my head close to hers and kissed her gently on her soft warm cheek. She turned her head and smiled into my eyes. Then she kissed me on the mouth. I didn’t like that too much as it was very wet. “You must see Shelley’s pussy very often,” Cindy said pertly. “And Marina’s. Have you ever poked them?” She giggled in a silly way. I suddenly began to feel rather disgusted. I did not want to hear my girls talked about in this cheap way. “It’s none of your business,” I told her coldly. “I don’t give away secrets and I wouldn’t give away yours, either.” She giggled again, and I began to feel rather tired of her silliness, although I suppose she couldn’t help it. “It’s about time we were getting back to the dorms,” I said. She suddenly looked alarmed. “I don’t want to,” she said. “I like it here. I like being with you.” “If one of the other girls is awake and knows you were gone for a long time, you could be in very big trouble,” I told her, and saw a spark of unease come into her eyes. “I thought - some people - when we’re together - they do . . .” she stammered. Unable to explain and not wanting to anger me again with her use of obscene words, she tried to use her hands to demonstrate the sex act. “Aren’t we going to . . ?” “It’s not safe any more tonight,” I told her. “Another night if it’s safe we can do, but we’ve been too long tonight.” I knew that another night I would have another boy with me and it would be impossible. She looked disappointed. Reluctantly she stood up. Then she turned and looked at me. “One last kiss?” she pleaded. Then she thrust her hips forward, making the preferred spot clear. I put my lips there, feeling the feathery fuzzy hair tickle my top lip as I did so, and the warm skin underneath. I kissed her gently just below the hair, picking up a faint smell of urine as I did so. Then I stood up. “Panties on,” I instructed her, picking them up for her with one hand and patting her gently on her soft round bottom with the other, while she gave a little giggle and squeal. “You go first, and I’d better wait a few minutes before I come.” Pulling up her panties, she reached up to kiss me again before starting back. At the corner she stopped, blew a kiss, flashed her panties down a moment with a naughty grin to give me a final view of her secret place, and then disappeared. Immediately I relieved myself into the nearest bush. It had been hard to hold. I gave her a few minutes and then walked back to my dorm, heart still thumping wildly but clothed once more. From the corner of my eye I could see a figure standing in the shadows by the door of her dormitory, waving to me. I pretended not to notice. (To be continued) CAMPING ADVENTURE (CHAPTER 3) The little eight-year-olds Vicky and Tarryn were the centre of attention for the older girls on the camp. As girls always seem to do, they spoilt the little ones rotten, playing with them, bouncing them around and giving them a great time. Or they did with the golden-haired Vicky, at least. I wandered around the open area in the middle of the campsite during our morning break to see Marina and a friend holding Vicky under the arms and swinging her backwards and forwards, high in the air both sides. There was a vivid display of several hectares of baggy white panties as they swung her forward each time and her legs shot high in the air, as she squealed and giggled in delight. I half-expected to see the panties flying off and come sailing towards me with every swing. The little Tarryn was different. She didn’t seem to be particularly shy, but for some reason she seemed to hate being treated like a little girl. I had already found out that I couldn’t help her with anything, and she didn’t even like the older girls picking her up or swinging her around or doing anything else with her. I could see Tarryn standing by herself nearby while the other girls were laughing and playing with their favourite toy called Vicky, with an unsmiling and unemotional face. As I watched, I happened to notice Tarryn reach a hand down and press herself gently between her legs. She wriggled slightly. None of the other girls were taking any notice of her, so she probably thought she was unseen. I stood and watched the girls, smiling, but all the time I was really keeping an eye on what Tarryn was doing. The signs were that she needed to go to the toilet, and I expected her to go off there, some distance away at the opposite end of the camp, at any moment. I could see signs of discomfort in Tarryn as she stood by, watching the fun expressionlessly. A couple of minutes later her fingers stole down between her legs again. Then she turned round and walked through the gap between the two dormitories behind them all, her back to me. My heart gave a lurch, as I guessed her intentions. I thought quickly. I was already on the move, idly strolling over towards the bottom dormitory in the row, as Tarryn disappeared behind it. I could see an empty sweet packet lying next to the steps which led up to the dormitory door, and I would use that as my excuse, being a good citizen willing to pick up rubbish left lying around. I really impressed myself with my quick thinking. As I walked, I took some coins out of my pocket and looked at them. I reached the sweet packet and bent down to pick it up. As I did so, I `accidentally’ flicked the coins underneath the steps. As you will remember, the dormitories were raised about half a metre off the ground. With a grunt of annoyance, for the benefit of anybody watching me, although nobody was closer than the group of noisy girls about ten metres away, I crouched down and searched under the steps for my coins, scrabbling in the thick layer of dust with my fingers. From that position I could see right underneath the whole dormitory to the other side. Spying like this isn’t my usual way at all, but I just couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this. I was just in time. I could see a pair of bare legs, with white socks and brown sandals, on the far side, in the middle, directly opposite me. Two arms were reaching down and pulling a pair of pale and rather tatty yellow panties down to the knees. I kept watching, my hands still scrabbling around for my coins. I `found’ one of them. The knees folded as a bare bottom came down, framed against a dark blue skirt behind it. The two cheeks of the bottom curved round beautifully until they met in the middle. Between them I could see the crack of Tarryn’s little bottom, meeting a slighter darker pink mound. I held my breath as I focused on the long thin slit clearly visible down the centre. I can see everything vividly now, and it still causes my heart to flutter and my loins to warm. Two knees with panties wrapped around them, the tops of them just visible under the dormitory floor. A glimpse of a white blouse at the top behind it above the inside of the skirt, as far up Tarryn as I could see, which was just as well as it meant she couldn’t have seen me. Then a cute little belly button, and white flesh down to an open vagina below it, just above the twin bulges of her white bottom, with the dark blue skirt hanging down behind. As I watched, a strong stream of liquid splashed down from the middle of it all on to the hard ground. I still scrabbled around, watching as the stream of urine became a trickle. It stopped, then a little hand reached down to wipe it. Then the legs straightened, the hands reached down to the knees for the panties, and I knew it was time to move. I suddenly `discovered’ my other coin, picked it up with an exclamation, put them both in my pocket as obviously as I reasonably could, held the sweet wrapper where it was visible and wandered across to the middle of the clearing to the nearest dustbin. Looking around casually, I thought that only Cindy had been taking any notice of me, and she had just been on her way over to see what I was doing. I didn’t think she suspected anything, though, or I would have read it in her face. She had tried to renew our friendship first thing that morning, but I had quietly warned her that if anybody had missed her the night before and then seen us together the next morning, they might suspect where she had been and it would certainly stop us meeting again. That seemed to keep her away from me for the next couple of days, but I often found her eyes following me and she still gave me the occasional flash of underwear. Once she pulled her blouse forward to give me a view of a little breast on the pretext of scratching an itch. I dropped the wrapper into the bin and turned back. The older girls were all gathered admiringly round Vicky, who was telling them something with a big smile on her face and with all the precocious air of one who knows she is the centre of the universe. Tarryn had joined them again by now, but was still standing silently to one side. I wondered if any of the others had even noticed her brief absence. I looked at her with warmth and pity in my heart. I could still visualise every second of what I had seen, and I wished I could put my arms round her and love this lonely little girl and make her smile and laugh as I had seen her do in the swimming pool the evening before. After the morning break we had a kind of scavenger hunt, which I was leading. I had all the first-formers in front of me, ready for me to explain the rules. All were quiet and ready to listen - except for Vicky. She was talking and giggling away with the older girls, and taking no notice when they put their fingers to their lips to try to quieten her. “Vicky, we’re waiting for you to keep quiet,” I told her. I had to say it twice before she took any notice. Then she just said, “In a minute,” and carried on talking. This was when I saw red. I strode over to her and crouched down so may face was on the same level as hers. I jabbed my finger into her chest. Suddenly startled, she turned and gazed at me. “That’s enough, Vicky; you keep quiet and do as you told,” I said very strongly and sternly. I knew I had to win this battle right away or neither I nor any of the other junior leaders would be able to do anything with her and we would also lose the respect of the other first-formers. “Any more noise from you, and you don’t play this game.” She stared at me, and then her big baby-blue eyes filled with tears. She put her thumb to her mouth and nestled up against the nearest girl, looking wonderfully pathetic. She really put on an Oscar performance. All around me I could hear murmurs from the other girls, outraged that I should dare to be unkind to their precious little darling. I had lost their liking, but at least kept their respect. It was the better choice. I knew that their liking could be regained, but once respect has gone it never returns. I began to walk back to the front, then suddenly turned. Tarryn was standing next to Vicky, so I smiled at her and said, “Tarryn, you are so well-behaved. That’s great.” That made her look down in some embarrassment. Back at the front I could see most of the boys regarding me with new respect, many of them grinning, while most of the girls were glaring at me with some hostility as they gathered ranks round Vicky, who was blatantly playing for their sympathy. I could see Cindy grinning at me, though. I caught Marina’s eye, and I could see that she was now beginning to realise that they had been spoiling Vicky rather too much. I was now able to carry on with my instructions without any further problems, though. That afternoon I had another encounter with Tarryn. Again we were having our break, after siesta this time, and again Vicky was holding court with her admirers, but there was no sign of Tarryn. I chatted with others but kept an eye open all the time, but she still did not appear after ten minutes or more. I wondered if she was behind the dormitories again, although ten minutes was much too long for it to be the same reason. I tried to think of an excuse to wander round to the back of the girls’ dormitories. I couldn’t, so in the end I just decided to try and make it look as if I was going on a stroll all round the very outside of the campsite. The campsite was part of a larger area that had a high fence all around it, while our area was separated from the wilder part by a low grass fence about twenty metres beyond the dormitories. So I strolled down to the bottom end, looked out at the scenery, the trees and the hills visible there, and then turned to my left to continue my stroll behind the girls’ dormitories. As soon as I reached a point level with the backs of those dormitories, I saw that I had guessed right. A little figure was huddled up against the back of the second dormitory up. I continued my walk, pretending to study the scenery, and then when I was well behind the bottom dormitory I cut across towards Tarryn. She was huddled up with her knees up in front of her and her chin buried in her knees. She saw me coming, and dropped her head down between her knees, looking right down at the ground. Further along the back of that dormitory I could see a small patch of damp ground. So she had been at it again, but not come back afterwards this time. I hadn’t been able to see her this time, which was perhaps a good thing, as I could not have expected to get away with the same trick with the sweet packet and the coins that I had done before. I would have to live on the attractive memory. I sat down just in front of Tarryn, which gave me a ringside view of her yellow panties, quite clearly in view with her knees up above her chin. They were stretched tightly over her little bottom, with a little wet patch in the middle where she had obviously not been quite quick enough. She either didn’t care or never gave a thought to what I could see from my position, though. At one point behind the crotch the material had come away from the elastic, leaving a little loop of loose material that showed another centimetre or two of her bottom on that side. “What’s the matter, Tarryn?” I asked her gently. I wanted to put my arms round her, but could tell that she wouldn’t have liked that at all. “Nothing,” she muttered, still looking right down to the ground. “You missing your mum and dad?” I asked her. She shook her head. “You sad because Vicky’s not playing with you?” I went on. She didn’t answer, but her head went further down and she screwed her eyes up fiercely in a vain attempt to stop a tear from escaping. She sniffed. That was clearly the problem. “Tarryn, why are you so proud?” I asked her, very quietly and gently. This question startled her. Her head jerked up and she glared at me with damp, pale green eyes. I smiled inquiringly into her eyes. “I’m not proud!” she mumbled fiercely after a moment. “You were too proud to let me help you get on and off that truck,” I told her. “You’re too proud to let people help you with anything. You’re too proud to let the other girls play with you.” I paused, but she said nothing. “You are such an attractive girl that people look at you and they like you, and they want to help you and to play with you,” I went on, slowly and gently. “But you won’t let them. That makes a lot of people think you don’t want to be friendly, and then they take no notice of you because they don’t know how to treat you. But I know you’re not really like that.” Her head went down again. I saw her knuckles whiten as she clenched her fists, trying her hardest not to cry. I continued, “I saw you playing in the pool yesterday. You were smiling and laughing and so excited, enjoying all the fun. That’s the real Tarryn. I want to see you like that again.” She tried to tuck her body up even more tightly. A low whine came from her that would have been a howl had she let it go. Her body shook as she could no longer stop the sobs that had been building up inside. Hard though she tried to screw up her eyes, she could not stop the tears that cascaded down her face and splashed on the ground. Hard though she tried not to make a sound, she could not completely quieten the wail that came out with every breath. But she didn’t try to turn her body away from me. That gave me hope, and I dared to act. Very gently I put one hand on her knee and the other on her shoulder and whispered in her ear, “Am I allowed to help you this time?” Finally her pride broke. She almost fell against me, one arm grabbing my shirt tightly by my waist as she buried her head against my chest, her body heaving all the time. I could feel her tears soaking through my shirt, but my heart thrilled as little poor lonely little girl cried her heart out against me. I wrapped my arms around her and stroked her back gently with one hand. It only took about half a minute for her to get over it. Then she gave a deep sigh, sat up and looked at me with grave, wet, intelligent eyes. “I’m all right,” she whispered. I gave her my biggest smile. “You know, you make me feel so good now, because you let me help you,” I told her. “But I want to see you smile. I want to see you laugh. I want to see you full of fun. That’s the real Tarryn.” She did make a good effort to smile, but couldn’t quite manage it. “You ready to come back to the others now?” I asked her. She looked down and shook her head. “I’ll come soon,” she whispered. “You go.” I knew she just wanted a few minutes to herself, probably because her face was a mess. So I climbed to my feet, touching her gently on the hand as I did so, and whispering, “See you, then.” I walked off, and turned to look back and wave when I reached the corner of the dormitory. She was still looking at me with serious eyes, but I felt confident she was feeling much better now. (To be continued) CAMPING ADVENTURE (CHAPTER 4) Coming back into the courtyard, I saw that Vicky had found a new game. It was lifting up girls’ skirts to reveal their panties. She was running around all over the place, giggling her silly little head off, and pulling up skirts whenever she could. The other girls were clearly not enjoying her so much now, as they stood there with knees half-bent and holding their skirts tightly round their legs, seemingly unable to do anything about her. She got through Nikki’s defences, lifting the front of her skirt high above her waist. “Red panties!” Vicky screamed, laughing, while Nikki pulled her skirt down again, most embarrassed. Then she went for Cindy, who had not been part of the group but was idling in my direction. Up went Cindy’s skirt, putting her dull white panties on view. Cindy squealed and aimed a slap at her. One of the other girls, now looking for revenge rather than fun, lifted up Vicky’s own skirt to give a view of her baggy white panties, but it only made Vicky laugh the louder. Shelley, being Shelley, had her own answer. As Vicky ran towards her, she lifted up the front of her own dress to show her clear white panties and said strongly, “There, if you want them.” Vicky veered away to find another victim. Marina was standing out of it, looking quite serious. “Come with me a moment, please, Marina,” I asked her, and then walked straight towards Vicky. Marina followed me. Vicky saw me coming and froze to the spot, looking guilty and staring at me. No doubt she was ready to turn on another heart-rending performance if I was unkind to her. The other girls fell quiet too, and I could sense that I was still not too popular with them after rebuking their darling. “Vicky, where’s Tarryn?” I asked her quietly. This hadn’t been what Vicky was expecting, so she took a moment to answer. The guilt disappeared from her face, and then she shrugged her shoulders, spread out her hands and said carelessly, “I dunno.” Her tone of voice showed that she really meant, “How should I know?” I bent down to speak firmly but gently to Vicky. “Tarryn is feeling very lonely at the moment because you and the other girls are ignoring her.” I could feel the atmosphere among the first-form girls thaw a little. Obviously they had had no idea of how Tarryn might have felt when they ignored her. “It’s her fault,” said Vicky precociously, shrugging it off. “She doesn’t want to play.” “You mean she doesn’t want to play the same way that you do,” I said quietly, but clearly enough for the other girls to hear. “She came along on this camp as your friend, and you were the only person she really knew. But you take no notice of her. How would you feel if that happened to you?” Then Marina took charge in her own lovely way, as I hoped she would. “That’s so sad, Roy,” she exclaimed. “Do you know where Tarryn is?” “She’s round the back of that dormitory,” I said, indicating the one. “Vicky, I think we should go and find Tarryn and make her feel better,” Marina said. Ignoring the possible risk to her skirt, she went up and held out a hand to Vicky. Vicky took it. Somehow, Marina always manages to command that extra respect among the girls. Marina led her off in the direction of Tarryn. I stood up and looked at the other girls, who were staring at me and wondering whether they should perhaps have hated me quite so much. “You’ve created rather a monster with Vicky, haven’t you?” I said to them. They didn’t answer. “When you spoil her too much, you have a problem,” I went on. “If she keeps going round lifting up skirts, because you let her think she can get away with anything, you’re not going to be safe, are you?” I wandered off, leaving them to think about it. I kept an eye on what was going on, and a few minutes later I saw Marina returning from behind the dormitories with the two small girls. Vicky was bouncing along, irrepressible as ever, while Marina was talking in a friendly way with Tarryn, who was listening attentively but still looking expressionless. Vicky went running back to the other girls, but they had evidently decided they must do something about her. Several of them converged on her in a group and they had a talk which seemed to have some effect, because Vicky was much more subdued for a while after that. There was no more lifting of skirts, either, about which I had mixed feelings! Marina looked after the little Tarryn brilliantly. She sat between the two of us at the evening meal, and we found out that she is really a very interesting talker once she feels she has somebody willing to listen to her. My guess is that she’s ignored at home, which makes her feel that nobody wants to listen to her and that she has to be self-reliant and independent. I tried hard to keep from my mind that picture of her urinating behind the dormitory, but it wasn’t easy, as that was when I first felt so tenderly for her. Marina was also making another friend, a girl called Kelly, who was new to the school and the country. Kelly is quite a small girl, perhaps a little dumpy, but her most outstanding feature is a beautiful pair of large, liquid hazel eyes. She is sensible and mature in her behaviour, rather like Marina, so I suppose that is why they are attracted to each other. She has a long light-brown ponytail down the back of her head as far as her bottom, which gives her about the longest hair in the school. She seemed to be rather nervous of me at first, but as her friendship with Marina developed she obviously learned more about me, and I often caught her looking at me rather admiringly with big beautiful smiling eyes, but without the courage to say much. I soon had a chance to get to know her better. The following afternoon, the Wednesday, we all went on a hike together. We were supposed to keep in dormitory groups but, with the help of Marina’s junior leader, our two groups stayed quite close together. Marina and I walked side by side, with Kelly on Marina’s other side and Tarryn, who had joined our group, next to me. Gradually Tarryn was beginning to smile more, and I listened to her very attentively when she decided to talk. Vicky and her older sister Jacqui were also in our group. Kelly was also becoming quite talkative, and we had just started out on our way back when she was chatting again, looking at me as she did so and not carefully enough at the rough ground we were walking over her. Suddenly she stumbled sideways with a gasp and fell. She rolled over and then sat up, putting her knee up and grasping her ankle which she had obviously hurt. This gave me my first real view of her panties, of course. She was wearing the bright white ones that I find so attractive, the sort that look silky smooth and give a firm rounded shape to the crotch, and indeed all over. I knelt down to look with concern at her ankle, which gave me an even better view. “I think I twisted it a bit,” she said, with tears of pain in her eyes. I gave her my hand, put an arm round her shoulders and helped her to her feet, with Marina on the other side. She put her weight on it and hobbled a bit, unable to put her full weight on it. The other girls all gathered round, very sympathetic. “I can walk a bit, I think,” she said, and tried. She didn’t do too badly, but it didn’t look as if she would be able to handle the four or five kilometres we still had to go to reach the campsite again. Marina’s junior leader, a rather plump ineffective girl called Susan, tried to take charge. She put an arm round Kelly and tried to help support her as she limped along, but it wasn’t very successful. I came over to the other side and Kelly tried to put an arm round each of our necks, but Susan was quite a bit taller than Kelly and I was quite a bit taller than Susan, so it didn’t work at all. “I think it might be better if people the same size as Kelly do it,” suggested Marina, coming round to help. She called Nikki, and they got on either side of Kelly, while she put an arm round each of their necks. It was certainly better, but rather slow going, so I sent my group of boys up ahead to join one of the other groups with a message that we would just follow the main party slowly home, and I would just stay with them to make sure they were all right. Susan was not the most capable or confident person to be left in charge of a group of stragglers. That was my story, anyway, but strictly speaking I was right! Nikki, I was pleased to note, had not done up her skirt zip properly, so I could see a narrow slit showing her pink flesh at the top and pale green panties this time, with a lacy white border at the top. Much better than those horrible red panties that Vicky had so rudely exposed to the public the previous day. Nikki would sometimes tease me with them, flashing them under my nose when she was wearing them and then running away as I pretended I was going to pull them off. We made progress slowly, but I could tell Marina and Nikki were getting tired. So after a while I said, “Let me give her a piggy-back - if Kelly will let me!” I looked at her with an enquiring smile on my face. She looked back at me, hazel eyes wide open and a nervous smile just twisting the corner of her mouth. Then she said, “All right, thank you.” I crouched down while she climbed on, then pushed myself to my feet. I could feel and see her warm arms around my neck, her long hair brushing my ear, her fresh breath against my cheek. She’s lovely! I set off, treading rather heavily, with Kelly resting peacefully on my back. “Me! Me!” squealed Vicky, trying to find someone to give her a piggy-back too, and not having to try too hard. Tarryn as usual kept silent, walking quietly between Marina and me. We made better progress after this, although my back was getting rather sore by the time we finally got back to the campsite, well behind the others, who were all having showers. “Let me try walking the last bit,” asked Kelly as we reached the gate, perhaps feeling embarrassed at the thought of having everyone see her carried in like a little girl. I let her down gently, and she made quite a good job of walking over to her dormitory. It was not too bad a sprain, and by the time Friday came round she was able to walk almost normally. But clearly she could have not handled the long walk back that afternoon. Kelly turned to me at the door of her dormitory and, blushing slightly, thanked me with a smile. “Aren’t you going to give him a kiss?” Shelley asked Kelly jokingly. I did not think it was very sensible of Shelley. “That would be lovely, but only if she wants to,” I smiled at Kelly, hoping all the same. But Kelly just repeated her thanks and then disappeared inside the dormitory. Still, I wondered if Shelley’s silly suggestion had sowed seeds in her mind. That evening I was on duty again after lights out, and I wondered if Cindy would make another attempt to meet me in the bushes. It might have been tempting were it not so dangerous, and I decided that once had been quite enough. So I made sure I stayed with Carl, my companion on duty, all the time, while keeping an eye on the door to Cindy’s dormitory. Before long I could just see, in the dim light, the door open and shut. A dim figure came out, looking naked again. I could just make out the shape of a girl, presumably in panties, but Carl was not looking in that direction and he saw nothing. Cindy obviously saw that I was with somebody, and it was not long before the door opened and shut again, and she disappeared. I hoped that would be the end of it, but a minute later she reappeared, this time wearing a short nightdress. She walked her way towards the top of the campsite, explaining, “Just going to the toilet” in a low voice as she passed us, giving me a meaningful look. Carl took little notice of her, as I was deliberately engaging him in conversation at the time. A minute or two later Cindy appeared in the doorway of the toilets, looking in our direction, no doubt waiting to see if I would break away from Carl and come over to her. I kept talking to Carl. She passed behind him on the way to the dormitory, making faces as she went to try to pass on her message. I just said to her, “Back to your dorm now, Cindy,” and she had no choice but to go. The problem was that this made Cindy decide that she had nothing to lose by flirting with me during the day, and became more of a nuisance. It was one of those things I had to put up with. (To be continued) CAMPING ADVENTURE (CHAPTER 5) Most of us had mixed feelings when Friday arrived, the day we were due to return home. Quite a number of the first-formers had been rather homesick at first, and were just beginning to get used to being away from home when it was all over. I was really enjoying the time I had with them, especially those girls I was getting to know well. It was frustrating, though, to be unable to enjoy a naturist lifestyle with them. The plan on Friday was for us to pack and clean up the dormitories after breakfast. When that was completed, we would walk to the nearby village of Pinosora with packed lunches. We would have a couple of hours free in the village before we met in the city square again at two o’clock. There the truck from the school would pick us up, drive us to the campsite to pick up our luggage, and then back to the school and home. All went according to plan to start with. I won’t bore you with the details of the cleaning up and the walk, except to say that Kelly was able to walk most of the way herself now, and I just gave her a piggyback at the end when her ankle was getting a little sore. When we arrived at the village square, just before midday, Aunt Sue gave us further details. She would take a group on a tour around the village, which would include a short visit to the local bakery. If any of us wanted to go somewhere else, that was fine, as long as there was a junior leader in charge and as long as we were back by a quarter to two. “I want to explore by myself,” decided Shelley, probably just because that gave her a bit more independence from her mum. “What about you, Roy?” “I don’t really mind,” I said. I think Shelley knew that I would just prefer to be with Marina, because she tackled Marina: “Come on, Marina, let’s go and explore by ourselves with Roy. He doesn’t mind what we do.” “Well, let’s do that, then, shall we?” replied Marina. “All right, Kelly?” So one independent group had been arranged. Another was also being organised with two of the other junior leaders, but most of the first-formers did not want to miss the visit to the bakery. Soon there was a group of us. Kelly of course joined us, and Cindy seemed determined to follow me everywhere I went. At camp the day before she had told me outright, “I’m going wherever you go.” I teased her by immediately nipping into the boys’ toilets! I could hear her waiting outside, grumbling and still talking to me! Tarryn wanted to come with Marina and me, and so Vicky, who had quite made things up with Tarryn and become very attached to her again, decided to come too, and persuaded her older sister Jacqui to join us as well. The group was completed by Nikki. I was rather surprised that Laura did not join us, but she had seemed attracted by one of the other male junior leaders during the camp and had paid me less attention recently. Earlier that morning I had come across Nikki on the way to breakfast and, with nobody else in earshot, had asked her teasingly as usual, “What do you have for me today?” She smiled with that beautiful fresh face of hers and answered in a seductive whisper, “Your favourites!” But she hadn’t shown me, with others around who might have seen, and she had remembered to do up the zip on her skirt this time. We reported to Aunt Sue before we set off, as she had instructed us, and then wandered around the village without really knowing where we were going. It was a sleepy rather than a busy village, especially at siesta time, so there was not too much to watch either. We passed a small public swimming pool, but swimming costumes were required and we had left those back at the camp, to our dismay. It would have been ideal in the very hot weather, but we had never given it a thought. Then Nikki spotted a notice pointing up a side road, which read `Paintings’ in the local language and had an arrow pointing up it. We decided we would go and have a look to see what this was about. We walked up the road, which turned a corner after about a hundred metres, and then became a narrow dirt path. There was another notice pointing along it, so we followed it. We were going out of the village, but we still had plenty of time and did not expect it would take too long to get there. We walked for about twenty minutes through some hilly and wooded countryside, but there was still no sign of any paintings - in fact, we never were to find out what they were. After this time Kelly’s ankle began to bother her again. “Could we sit down for just five minutes and rest, please?” she asked, as we came alongside a large rock by the side of the path. “I’d also like some lunch.” “So do I,” piped up Vicky loudly. We all agreed, so Kelly hoisted herself up on the sloping rock and examined her ankle, again giving me an appetising view of those lovely smooth white panties she generally wears. I came closer, my excuse being to look at her ankle, which was a little red and swollen. She seemed happily unaware of what she was also showing, much to my pleasure, and I wished I could reach out and feel them. Marina sat up on the rock next to her, sympathetic. Marina does not often reveal her panties, not because she is over-afraid to do so like some girls, but because she is naturally graceful and feminine, not given to undue bending or sitting with her legs splayed out or her knees up. On a sloping surface like this rock it is different, though, and I could enjoy a long view of her soft white panties, so delicately enclosed around her thighs, as we both examined Kelly’s ankle. Then Marina began to open the lunch packs. Cindy too sat down in front of me, deliberately I am sure pulling her knees up so I could get a full view of her panties. As if absent-mindedly, she scratched inside the leg of her panties, giving me a brief glimpse of the dark pink mound between her legs. The little girls Vicky and Tarryn plonked themselves down at the side of the road, Vicky hugging her knees so I could see quite a bit of the plain pink panties she was wearing this time. I just saw a brief flash of off-colour white from Tarryn. Jacqui sat down more carefully next to them, with her back half-turned towards me so I could not investigate her underwear yet. Shelley was not at all tired. “Come, Nikki, let’s see where this path goes,” she said, setting off along a narrow side path through the trees. “Make sure you stay where you can see us,” I called to them as they went. A couple of minutes later I got a call from them, just visible through the bushes about fifty metres away. Shelley was waving in excitement. “Roy, come and see this!” I assured the girls I would be back in a minute, and set off down the narrow path, wondering what all the excitement was about. When I reached Shelley and Nikki, I could see they were near the edge of what looked like a large abandoned quarry, perhaps fifty metres across. There was a wire fence around it, but only about a metre high. The quarry was now a lake, and we could see a little waterfall splashing down into it almost opposite us, coming out of a hole in the side and no doubt helping to keep water in it during the hot dry summer which still did not look like ending. The top of the water was perhaps about fifteen metres below us. “Look at those boys,” giggled Nikki, pointing across to the other side. “They were swimming when we first saw them.” I could see three teenaged local boys, quite naked, looking towards us as they were preparing to dress after their lunch-time swim. We could see the big black patch of pubic hair on their loins and their large penises were just visible at that distance, but they didn’t seem to mind. One of them waved to us, and another shook his penis in our direction. I waved back, and Nikki giggled again. “Please can we swim here, Roy?” begged Shelley. “I’m so hot! Let’s give up on those paintings - they’re too far away.” “Well, there are no warning notices and those boys wouldn’t be swimming unless it was safe,” I said. “But we’d better see what the others say. We need to keep together.” My heart began to beat a little faster with anticipation, and I was sure I would be able to persuade them to come, and hopefully to swim as well. I was a bit worried about the presence of the boys, though, as the girls would not be keen to expose much while they were there. We returned to the others, and Shelley burst out, “We’ve found an old quarry full of water. Let’s forget the paintings and go for a swim! It’s quite safe - there were some boys in it, but they’ve finished now.” “We haven’t got our costumes,” said Jacqui sadly, as if that was an end to the idea and there was no solution. “We don’t need costumes here, silly,” retorted Shelley. “I’m swimming naked.” Kelly and Jacqui, not used to this idea, looked rather shocked. “I’m not swimming naked,” said Tarryn firmly. “The rest of us can just swim in our panties, if you like,” said Marina. “It really doesn’t matter as long as there’s nobody else around, I’m sure.” And since Marina said so, the others accepted it. “As long as the boys have gone,” said Kelly. “I’ll swim in my panties; I don’t mind,” boasted Cindy, standing up and flashing her skirt up and down to show us all what she had underneath. “Let’s go, Shelley.” The others stood up and followed Shelley along the path. We arrived to find the boys just climbing out of the quarry and then disappearing along a path the far side. I was relieved, as their presence would have inhibited the girls. We climbed over the little fence, some of the girls revealing their underwear as they did so. Looking down the rocky side of the quarry, I thought I could see a way down just to our right. Shelley as usual plunged right down it, scrambling down from one rock or ledge to another. The others followed more carefully, while I brought up the rear, ready to help any who needed it. None of them did, as it was not too difficult a descent. Below us I could see Shelley stop on a rocky ledge three or four metres above the water level and throw off her blouse. Down came the skirt and the panties, and her little tanned bottom glinted in the sun for a moment as she stepped forward, put her hands together and dived straight into the water. I had a moment of fear as I suddenly thought that the water might be shallow at this point, but as I looked again I saw that the water was quite clear and it was deep enough. Shelley came to the surface and yelled with delight. “It’s lovely!” she shouted to us. “Come in!” I deliberately held back in case I might inhibit the girls from changing, staying well behind them. “Wait a minute, girls, before getting in,” I heard Marina say as they began unbuttoning their blouses. “We need to put our clothes neatly at the back so they won’t fall into the water.” A moment later she looked up at me with a rather concerned expression on her face. “Roy, I’m rather worried about this ledge,” she said. “There’s a big crack at the back here, and I’m worried it might just break off.” I could see the crack from where I was. The other girls, who had stopped undressing, joined Marina to have a look. “I see what you mean,” I said. “Girls, best I think if you just pick up Shelley’s clothes and we’ll try and find somewhere safer for us.” The girls saw the point of this, and moved together back the way they had come while Marina began to collect Shelley’s clothes. There was no warning, just a crack, and the whole ledge, girls and all, broke off and splashed down into the water. There were a couple of terrified screams, cut off almost instantly as they all hit the water. I was so glad that Shelley was not underneath, but she was swimming about ten metres away. (To be continued) CAMPING ADVENTURE (CHAPTER 6) I caught a glimpse of blue and white uniforms floundering in the water, amid masses of bubbles and breathless screams. The water in that area had suddenly turned almost brown from the crumbling rock that had landed in it and sunk instantly to the bottom. Terrified that one or more of the girls might have gone down with it, I ripped off my clothes so they wouldn’t drag me down and plunged straight into it. Perhaps I should have stayed up there for a few seconds longer to assess the situation better, because it was chaos down there as terrified girls thrashed around, weighted down by their school uniforms and spluttering with a lot of water in their lungs. Cindy and Jacqui were holding on to each other and half-sinking each other at the same time. But there was so much wild thrashing around that I dared not try to get close to them yet. “It’s all right - calm down!” I bellowed at the top of my voice, trying in vain to count and see if they were all there. “Take your shoes off!” I yelled again, and repeated the order. The girls, trying to tread water with great difficulty, saw the sense of this, and when they kept their heads it only took them a second to reach down and slip off their light-weight sandals. Then I heard a frightened cry from Tarryn, “Help! Vicky can’t swim! Help!” The little girls were on the other side of the main group from me, so I hadn’t seen them properly. All I could see was a wild desperate thrashing in the water. “Hang on, Vicky, we’re coming!” I heard Jacqui scream. The older girls were now in control of their swimming, although weighed down by their uniforms, but this was to prove a handicap for the moment. Tarryn shouted again, “Help Vicky - she’s drowning!”, and they all tried to thrash their way over at once. Swimming was well taught at the English school, and Tarryn could clearly swim all right, but Vicky had obviously not progressed too far, although it was probably an exaggeration to say that she couldn’t swim at all. I tried to swim over to the younger girls, breaststroke so I could see what was happening, but I couldn’t get there because of all the other girls in the way. They gathered around Vicky with great panic and splashing, all trying to grab hold of her at once. I caught a glimpse of her white face, mouth open, going up and down in the water. She was flailing her arms around and none of the girls could get a grip on her. Marina was just in front of me, and she shouted out, “Stop it, girls! Let Roy get her!” She pushed at a couple of the girls and shouted again. At last they got the message and I was able to get in. I immediately grabbed hold of a waving arm and pulled her to me. Vicky was struggling with panic, and I’m sure she couldn’t see a thing with her eyes full of water. I pulled her round in the water so her back was against my chest. Holding her above the water level, I pressed her midriff tightly. Water spurted out of her mouth. She coughed violently, spurted out some more and then began to cry, still trying to struggle. “Vicky, you’re safe now, I’ve got you,” I said as gently as I could into her ear. “Breathe carefully now.” As she gasped for breath, I held her tightly and looked at the other girls. “You lot had better lose some weight before you go on a ledge ever again,” I joked, but they were too shocked to laugh. “Is everybody here?” I went through the names as quickly as I could as we all trod water, and they gasped their replies, treading water, all except Shelley. “Shelley!” I called anxiously. “Where are you?” “Over here!” I heard a reply, a long way away, it seemed. “Swim over here, everybody!” Looking for her, with Vicky gasping but still in my arms, I saw her scrambling up the side of the quarry on to another ledge, just above the water level. “This ledge is safer!” she called. “Right, let’s go over there, then,” I panted, lying on my back, with Vicky on my chest, turning slowly around and kicking my way across. The other girls all swam over slowly, some of them obviously shocked and exhausted. All the time I kept whispering gently into Vicky’s ear, to reassure her, “That’s right, keep still, good girl, Vicky. We’re nearly there and we’ll get you out of the water.” As I reached the ledge, Shelley thoughtfully reached down and grabbed Vicky under the shoulders, by her blouse. She pulled hard, and slowly Vicky slithered on to the ledge, where she lay in a heap, gasping for breath. The other girls were arriving too, but they were all too exhausted to climb out of the water. Shelley went over and helped Tarryn, who for once seemed too tired to insist on doing it herself. I was quite tired as well by now, mainly with the effort of getting to Vicky, and it took all my strength to heave myself out of the water and on to the ledge, which was about half a metre above the surface. I stood up and looked for Marina first. I saw her chin on the edge, with a hand either side. Her face was white and her eyes were not focusing. I crouched down, pushed my arms under her armpits right to the elbows and heaved hard, pushing upwards with my legs as soon as I could. She came up on to the ledge and collapsed, still panting for breath. Slowly Shelley and I helped the other girls on to the ledge. As I was pulling Jacqui up, I saw her eyes go down, and then she stared, gave a gasp and looked away again. Looking down, I realised for the first time that I was naked. If I had had time to think, I would have kept my underpants on before jumping in so as not to trouble the girls, but I was so used to stripping off completely that I had never given it a thought before now. Showing my genitals in front of them unintentionally, I felt a bit concerned, but realised that some of them would no doubt feel worse than I did. They were all on the ledge by now, and fortunately it was wide and strong enough for us all. Most of the girls lay on their stomachs or sides, faces white, clothes soaked and gasping for breath. Vicky was sobbing as she gasped for breath, so I sat next to her and held her gently against my shoulder, whispering into her ear. She felt very cold. As they began to sit up again, I felt it was time to make my announcement. “Well, girls, sorry that I’m naked, but I just took everything off to keep me from getting weighed down.” I heard a giggle from Cindy, and Marina glared at her, and then said, “Thanks very much, Roy - you were wonderful.” There were murmurs of assent from some of the others. “I’m nearly naked too,” giggled Nikki, sitting up. “I’ve lost my blouse.” I could see her little white breasts, and I suppose she had had it quite unbuttoned when the first ledge collapsed and that it had come off in the water. “Hey, what about my clothes?” suddenly asked Shelley, who was standing up with her vagina only a ruler-length from my eyes. “Did they fall into the water?” “Yes, they must have done,” I answered, looking back. It was easy to see the fresh unweathered rock where the ledge had been, suddenly exposed to the air. I could see a touch of dark blue, my own clothes, but there was no sign of Shelley’s. “Will I have to walk back naked?” she asked, with a tinge of alarm. That would be a bit much, even for Shelley. “Don’t worry, we’ll find you something,” Marina and I assured her at the same time. “We’ll get some leaves and fix you up with a little nappy,” I added, teasing her, and she aimed a playful slap at me. “I think we’d all better take our wet clothes off,” suggested Marina, slipping out of her blouse and beginning to remove her skirt. Most of the girls were shivering, more from shock than the cold. “They’ll soon dry in the sun.” She pulled off her panties, and came to me as I held out my arms to her. She was cold and shaking, so I wrapped my arms tenderly around her body, feeling her cold little breasts against my chest. Cindy made a noise as if she was about to make some off-colour remark, but thought better of it. The other girls began to remove their sopping wet clothes too, while I deliberately looked away from them, but kept watch from the corner of my eye. “I’m not going to take my panties off,” announced Tarryn defiantly. “That’s all right, you don’t have to,” Marina assured her. “Oh, don’t be so silly, Tarryn, you don’t have to worry about Roy,” Shelley broke in crossly. “Roy’s seen naked girls every day of his life and he won’t take any notice.” The first part of that statement was a slight exaggeration, and the second part wasn’t true, although I usually managed to convince girls in the end it was. “Be quiet, Shelley. Tarryn, it doesn’t matter,” I told her gently. “But if you feel too shy, then keep your panties on - it’s all right.” “I’m not shy,” insisted Tarryn, but still did not remove her panties, which were a dull white with little pink patterns on them. I suddenly noticed that there was a little hole in the front of her worn panties, right at a most delicate place. When I looked, I could see the dark line of the middle of her vagina through it, with her soft white skin on either side of it. “I don’t mind Roy seeing my pussy,” boasted Cindy arrogantly, pulling her panties down right in front of me. Sensing that the other girls were watching me for my reaction, I ignored her and held out my hand for Vicky, who was still sitting there crying, fully clothed and shivering. “Let me help you, sweetie,” I whispered tenderly to her, feeling sorry for this helpless little girl now. I had found her a nuisance before, but I knew she had a certain charm about her if she used it right. I sat her on my knee, and took off her blouse, which stuck to her body as I pulled it off. Then I unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, slipping that off down her legs. She sat there shivering and staring out over the quarry in her pink little panties. I gently pulled them off down her legs, revealing her cute little puffy vagina underneath. If she had objected I would have stopped, but she didn’t seem to mind, if she was even quite aware of what was happening. Then I pulled her gently towards me, her cold little chest against mine, vagina against the top of my thigh, wet hair pressed coldly against my shoulder. Marina released me to look after Vicky, and I wrapped my arms strongly but gently around her as she buried her face in my shoulder. I wanted to look directly at the other girls, but had to think of something to say first. So I said, “Best spread out your clothes on the rocks in the sun so they dry more quickly,” looking at them as I did so. Tarryn was sitting there cross-legged, widening the hole in her panties so I had a clear view of about one centimetre of vagina. Cindy was huddled up next to the rock wall, perhaps sulking because I had ignored her nudity. Nikki, an occasional member of our naturist club, was just removing those soft white panties that I love so much. The other two girls were more reserved, as they did not know me well. Jacqui was wearing a pair of pretty white panties with a red heart in the middle, clinging tightly to her white body. The material was thin, and when she pulled them up more tightly around her waist I could see the outline of her vagina. Kelly, curled up like Cindy, was still wearing those lovely white panties that I had seen earlier. Both had been very reluctant to take off their outer clothes and neither seemed inclined to take their panties off. Slowly Vicky began to warm up. Her breathing lightened, and she turned her head, against my chest, to the side to look at Marina. “Vicky, do you know that Roy saved your life?” Marina asked her. Well, I hadn’t thought of that before, but I suppose Vicky’s biggest danger was in being completely swamped by the panicking girls trying to rescue her. Vicky raised her head and looked up at me with big blue eyes, rather fearful at first. I smiled into her eyes, and she asked me nervously, “Do you like me?” Half an hour ago I would have had difficulty in answering, but all that had happened in that time had changed my feelings about her. “Yes, I do,” I whispered, putting my face close to hers. Suddenly she broke into a delightful smile. I kissed her gently on the nose. She giggled, and then gave me a wet kiss on the cheek. There was a murmur of gentle nervous laughter from the other girls. Then Vicky began to sit up and look around, with one hand down unconsciously fingering her vagina. Then Marina asked, “How are we going to get out of here?” We hadn’t even thought of that. I looked up at the walls of the quarry. There was a sheer wall about five metres above us, and I could see no way of climbing it. Possibly I might have done it had I been by myself, but there was no way the girls could climb it. I looked back to the place we had come from, the ledge that collapsed, but it did not look possible to climb up it again, and I would be worried about how safe it was anyway. The girls were starting to look panicky, thinking they might be trapped on the ledge we were on. I looked at my watch, which was supposed to be waterproof, but it had stopped just before half-past one, probably just a few minutes before. We were sure to be late back at the village square. Then I remembered the boys we had seen when we first arrived. I looked over to the place, about thirty metres to our left, where they had been. It looked very steep, but I could see no other place round the quarry that looked any easier. Just at that moment, something warm and wet squirted on to my thigh, and at the same moment there was a squeal of horror from Vicky. She jumped off me while I leapt to my feet, with her urine running down my thigh, and stared at me with big horrified eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it!” she wailed. I bent down and fondled the back of her neck, then I kissed her gently again. “It’s all right, you couldn’t help it,” I reassured her, and then lowered myself into the water to wash off. When I came up and sat down again, I drew Vicky gently back on to my lap, and sensed her relief that she was not in trouble for it. Marina was still worried. “I’m sure we can’t climb out of here,” she said. “We’re going to have to swim again, I’m afraid,” I told the girls, pointing to the place where the boys had been. “That looks like our only way out.” (To be continued) CAMPING ADVENTURE (CHAPTER 7) Vicky turned pale when I told them they would have to swim again, and more tears began to trickle down her cheeks. “I can’t swim properly,” she wailed. “You won’t have to,” I told her, holding her closely. “I’ll hold you, just like I did last time.” She still did not look too happy, and neither did the other girls. But they could see there was no other way. “What about our clothes, though?” asked Kelly. “When we’re all over there, I’ll come back and fetch them,” I promised. It was a pity, as they were beginning to dry in the sun, but it couldn’t be helped. “I’m not sure I can swim that far,” said Jacqui nervously. “Don’t worry, I’ll swim with you,” I promised. I paired them off, putting as far as possible the strong swimmers with the weak. I was not sure about Tarryn, and she would never admit it if she thought she couldn’t do it, so I put her with Shelley, who is a very strong swimmer. I was in the middle of this when Cindy suddenly announced cheerfully, “Tarryn, you have a hole in your panties,” and giggled. This was just what I hoped would not happen. I had enjoyed the view of the middle part of Tarryn’s vagina through that hole, but also I didn’t want her embarrassed. Tarryn glanced down and then clapped her hands over the hole, but I was already getting stuck into Cindy. “Cindy, you just cut out that silly kind of talk!” I snapped at her angrily. “It doesn’t matter at all, so just leave other people alone!” I gave her a bit more of a mouthful as well, and she was so shocked that she just went red, said nothing and sat down with her legs curled up so nobody could see her own vagina any longer. We finished pairing everybody off: Shelley and Tarryn, Cindy and Kelly, Nikki and Jacqui, and Marina and Vicky, with myself looking after Vicky. Shelley and Tarryn set off first, Tarryn still clutching the front of her panties until she had slipped safely into the water. As I prepared to get into the water with them and see them safely across, Jacqui came across to me, smiling shyly. “Thank you for saving Vicky,” she whispered, looking up at me with lovely green eyes. She reached up and put her arms round my neck to give me a hug, and then kissed me gently on the cheek. I bent down and drew her close, suddenly loving this gentle, quiet girl. “I’d do the same for you if I needed to,” I told her, pressing her warmly against my side. I got into the water with Shelley and Tarryn, and swam gently alongside them as they went. Tarryn gamely struggled on, refusing any help, and was very tired when we reached the rocks where the boys had been earlier. She crawled on to a large rock, panting for breath, and then sat round with her legs apart. For a moment I had another view of her vagina, clearer than ever now with her wet panties sticking to her skin. Then suddenly she remembered again and clapped her hands over the hole. I pretended I had only just noticed her doing it. “Tarryn, holes don’t matter,” I told her gently. “I don’t want you ever to feel bad, and I promise you that nobody will ever be allowed to say silly things to you as long as I’m here.” She didn’t respond, so I swam back for Cindy and Kelly, then Nikki and Jacqui. Jacqui made it without too much trouble, despite her fears. As she pulled herself out of the water, her panties began to slip down, revealing part of her cute little white bottom. She hurriedly pulled them up again while I turned round to swim back, not wanting her to know that I had seen anything. Finally I swam back for Marina and Vicky. Marina gently lowered a whimpering Vicky off the ledge into my arms, squatting as she did so, unaware or unconcerned that from just below her I could see a thrilling view of her between her legs. As I took hold of Vicky, my eyes were feasting on Marina’s soft white labia, stretching down her flattish mound almost to reach her bottom, the soft pieces of short light brown fluff just beginning to grow at the top of her vagina, and the longer hairs hanging down damply between her legs. My arms were full of Vicky, but I just wished I was free to hold them out to Marina and have her slip down into them and love her. The view was thrilling and she was quite unconscious of it and quite unconcerned. Holding the trembling Vicky to my chest, I floated on my back and then kicked my way over to the new spot, keeping my eyes on a rock at the far side of the quarry to guide me. Then I delivered Vicky safely, and we were all together again. “Please can you get our clothes,” begged Kelly, still embarrassed at having nothing to wear but those lovely panties. I took a rest for a couple of minutes and then returned for the last time, piling the clothes together and floating on my back, carrying them on my chest as I had with Vicky. “They’re still too wet to wear, really,” said Marina. “But we must be getting back.” “I need to get my clothes as well,” I said, looking across to the other side of the quarry where I could just see them spread out on the rocks. “I’ll go up first, and you can follow me when you’re dressed.” “What about me?” asked Shelley, indicating her naked body whose clothes were at the bottom of the quarry. “I’ll look around for some fig leaves for you,” I teased her, and then said, “You can wear my shirt.” “We can’t climb without our shoes,” whispered Jacqui, who seemed very upset that her shoes were now at the bottom of the quarry. “It won’t be easy, and we’ll have to go carefully,” I said. “But if we don’t try then it could be that nobody will find us here today. You don’t want to spend the night here.” I scrambled up the side of the quarry, and then realised how difficult it really was. I was less than halfway up when I realised that some of the girls might not be able to climb it at all. The wall was sheer at times, and although there were plenty of footholds and handholds, one slip would probably mean broken bones. As I climbed up to the top, I wondered what would be the best thing to do. If I went for help, that would mean leaving the girls alone. If some of the girls who were able to climb up went for help, they would have to go off alone. I wasn’t sure it was safe. It would have been wiser, thinking about it afterwards, to have had two junior leaders for each group. I hoped I would see somebody at the top I could ask to go for help for us. I got to the top, still naked. There was nobody around. I made my way around the outside of the quarry to the place where we had first gone down. Then I scrambled down, gathered my clothes and climbed back up again. There was still nobody in sight, no sign of any houses or people at all anywhere near. We really were way out in the countryside. A few minutes later I was back with the girls, giving my shirt to Shelley to wear. She put it on with a grin, finding it just long enough to cover her bottom. The other girls had dressed in their wet clothes, but it could not have been pleasant wearing them. Tears began to run quietly down Vicky’s cheeks again when I told the girls how difficult it would be to climb to the top. Some of the others looked worried, especially Kelly, with her sore ankle. “I’m sure I can get up,” said Shelley confidently. “Then I can go for help for everybody else.” “Wearing nothing but a shirt?” I asked her with a grin. Shelley grinned back sheepishly and shrugged her shoulders. “I think I could,” said Marina. “There would need to be quite a lot of you, I think,” I said. “The more of you there are, the safer it is. I don’t want to leave any of you.” “Please don’t leave me,” wailed Vicky. “No, I promise I won’t leave you,” I said. “But we’re going to have to do something to get you out of here.” “Well, let’s see who can get out, anyway,” said Marina. “Shall I go first?” I agreed, but said I would follow on behind them all as they climbed in case they slipped. Marina began to climb, slowly and carefully. It wasn’t easy in her damp clothes. Her white panties were often clearly visible as she had to stretch her legs to find footholds. She was soon panting for breath, but she kept trying until at last she reached the top. I felt very proud of her. Nikki went next. She tucked her skirt into her panties to keep it from flapping around, which meant that the white crotch of her panties was clearly visible from underneath all the time she climbed. There was one place where she got herself straddled between two footholds and couldn’t get up any higher. I was standing beneath her and could reach about as high as her waist, so I tried to get her to place one foot on my hand as the next foothold. She got herself into a panic, though, and in the end all I could do was to put my hand firmly under her crotch and push upwards. Of course I couldn’t feel any detail under those soft white panties, but it got her up none the worse for it. Then came Cindy, who seemed eager to display to me as much of her panties as she could. She pulled up her skirt a bit higher around her waist, gave a giggle and starting climbing with her panties flashing all the time. Sure enough she got stuck, probably deliberately, in the same place as Nikki and immediately asked me to push her upwards. I reached up and put my hand gently under her crotch. “Like this, you mean?” I grinned. “Yes,” she giggled back. I tickled gently with my fingers, unable to feel anything but the loose material, but she giggled some more to let me know I had found the right place. Then I pushed firmly and she scrambled up. Tarryn insisted on being next, and this rather worried me as she was not likely to ask for help when she needed it. She tackled the climb like a real monkey, scrambling up quickly and easily. But then she came to the point where the older girls had got stuck; she was shorter than they were, so I didn’t see how she was going to make it across to the next foothold. I stood underneath, ready to help but knowing she wouldn’t ask me if she could help it. Clinging on grimly to her handholds, she stretched with her leg across the gap towards the next foothold, opening wider the hole in her panties. She couldn’t reach, as I knew she wouldn’t. I was about to insist I helped her when suddenly she jumped, springing off with her left foot and aiming her right foot at the little ledge. It hit the ledge and she almost got on, but then her left hand slipped. Without warning she fell, right on top of me. With her weight suddenly landing on top of me, I had no time to brace myself. I crashed to the ground, cracking the back of my head, and might have rolled off the ledge I was standing on had not Tarryn’s body been straddled over mine, pinning me to the ground. She fell flat, sprawled across my chest. Her face was white and she was gasping for breath. Then she gave a sob, stared at me and bit her lip to stop herself from crying. She had a scratch on the side of her face that was bleeding slightly. I kept my temper with difficulty as she scrambled off me and went up to try again. I couldn’t help admiring her courage - although perhaps it was more a severe dose of stubbornness. “You’d better let me help you there,” I told her firmly. “I can do it,” she said through gritted teeth, without looking at me but with a tear trickling out of one eye. She reached the position she had jumped from before and prepared to do it again. “All right, you asked for it,” I thought grimly. If she won’t listen to reason, I’ll have to frighten her into it. “Look, don’t be so damn proud!” I shouted at her. “I’ve bashed my head because you’re so damn proud you won’t let me help you, and I’m not having you fall on me again.” I put a hand up under her bottom, right on the gusset of her panties, and pushed, although gently. “Now do it,” I said, and she obediently did so, scrambling across and then upwards as quickly as she could. I followed her up to the top, seeing tears streaming down her cheeks as she climbed, but she made no sound. I arrived at the top immediately behind her, and straight away grabbed her round the waist and held her tightly to me. “Tarryn, I love you,” I whispered clearly into her ear as she put her head to the side with tears still pouring down her cheeks. “I wish I didn’t have to get cross with you. I don’t want to frighten you. I love you too much.” She hiccupped and then sobbed out, “I’m sorry.” Then she buried her head in my chest and cried harder than ever, while the other girls stood round, looking concerned and surprised. As Tarryn calmed down I kissed her gently on the ear and stood up, releasing her. Marina stepped forward to take my place, but Tarryn didn’t want that. She turned and walked off to one side quickly. I went down for Jacqui next - at least it would have been Jacqui, but Vicky let out a wail to see her sister about to leave her, so Shelley insisted on going up instead, still wearing only my shirt. Still, it gave me a view of Shelley even I had never enjoyed before, watching her climb with her bottom sticking out at times under the shirt, and her vagina from the rear, stretching down like a zip fastener as I always thought, stretching down almost to join the crack in her bottom so it was hard to tell where one stopped and the other started. Then, when she stretched, the whole area opened up, revealing clitoris, labia, and I was sure a glimpse of white membrane as well right inside her lovely little body. I was longing to help her across that difficult bit as I had helped the others, but she was so agile I knew she wouldn’t need it. Sure enough she stretched across and began to pull herself up without any trouble. Then she must have sensed my disappointment - or perhaps, more likely, the thought suddenly occurred to her of what I might do to her. She swung back again and looked down at me with her brown eyes and asked, “Can you give me a push across, please?” I could tell she didn’t really need it, and I’m sure she knew that I knew, as well! “Pleasure,” I smiled, and it certainly was. I put my hand up and rested it gently under her crotch. I could feel that loose piece of skin right between her legs under my fingers, warm and ever so soft. “Like this?” I asked, pausing to enjoy the feel for a second more. “Yes,” she answered, so I pushed gently, feeling my fingers pressing into that soft white skin and on the vagina itself. I felt so afraid I would hurt her. She hesitated, perhaps to enjoy the feeling a moment longer, then sprang across so lightly and easily that I had no real need to push at all. Then she turned and looked down at me with a smile almost of wonder on her face. I smiled back at her, feeling the throbbing warmth in my loins. “We must do that more often,” I laughed up at her, seeing no reason not to be honest. She paused for a second, uncertain how to respond, and then laughed too, her face flushed. “Yes . . . yes, it felt good,” she answered in a rather tremulous voice, and then laughed again. Strange, I thought, how reluctant so many girls are to admit something feels good, even Shelley who has virtually no inhibitions with me. I may touch them somewhere private, always gently and as if by accident, and I always feel I have to say “Sorry” so as not to offend them. Then they often shiver with delight and answer, “It’s all right,” when they really mean, “That’s lovely - do it again!” The trouble is with some girls it’s not always easy to understand exactly what they do mean, but I’m learning! (To be continued) CAMPING ADVENTURE (CHAPTER 8) Shelley reached the top and immediately bent over to inspect a grazed toe, giving a vivid view right up her cute little bottom under my shirt as she did so. Marina saw it and looked unhappy. She turned to me and said, “I think I’ll have to give Shelley my panties to wear or she . . .” She wasn’t sure how to finish the sentence without sounding crude. With any other girl I might have agreed, but Marina has a certain dignity that I would hate to see violated in any way. I love them both dearly, but I would never worry in the same way about Shelley. So I said, “Well, don’t worry, she can wear my shorts,” and immediately pulled them off. “Here you are, Shelley, for next time you want to stick your bottom out,” I said, giving them to her with a wicked grin. She grinned back, understanding what I meant, and put them on. She tried walking a few paces and they began to slide down over her bottom. She giggled, and had to walk round with her hands on her waist to hold them up. “I hate wearing boys’ clothes,” she snorted. Clothed only in my underpants now, I climbed back down again, feeling rather tired. I had no worries about Jacqui, but wasn’t at all sure how I was going to get Kelly or Vicky to the top. Vicky was still making a fuss, insisting she didn’t want Jacqui to go up and leave her. The only way I could think of was to try and take Vicky up next, on my back. She was less agile than Tarryn and much more fearful, and I was sure she would never be able to get up by herself, even with a helping hand all the way. So Vicky climbed on to my back and wrapped her arms tightly round my neck. I could feel her hot breath on my right ear and cheek. “Vicky, can you stay still all the way without moving?” I asked her. “Yes,” she whimpered, clutching me more tightly than ever. I started to climb. She wasn’t really very heavy, but a load like that on my back with such a steep climb is pretty difficult, as I found it badly affected my balance and agility. Besides, when climbing I couldn’t hold on to her legs, so she had to grip my waist tightly herself with her thighs without any support. It was heavy going pulling myself up from ledge to ledge, especially when she looked down and started whimpering. But she was clutching me so tightly that she couldn’t move much. I managed to scramble across the difficult part without too much trouble as I had longer legs, but this wasn’t the most difficult part. It was more difficult hauling myself up from one ledge to the next, especially as near the top I could feel her legs slipping all the time as she grew tired. I was really struggling as I hauled myself on to the last ledge and felt Marina’s arms reach down and heave Vicky up off my shoulders. She disappeared over my head, her skirt brushing my hair on the way and almost giving me a faceful of her pink panties and a faint smell of manure as her bottom passed my nose. Then I dragged myself up, with kind help from Nikki and Cindy. Tarryn was there as well, looking quiet and composed as usual, giving no indication of the little girl of such pride and passion hidden deep underneath. It took about three or four minutes before I had recovered my strength enough to go back down for Jacqui, with Vicky urging me to hurry. The two sisters are very different. As I reached the bottom again, Jacqui smiled at me with her gentle green eyes and her face with its light freckles speckled prettily around her nose. `Gentle’ is the word I would use to describe her - such a sweet, gentle girl, quiet but not quite shy. I was sure she would give me no problems. Kelly looked anxiously at me, her big hazel eyes brimming with tears. “I don’t know if I can get up with my leg,” she said in a trembling voice. “Please don’t leave me here.” “I’ll come back for you when I’ve taken Jacqui up,” I assured her. “And I promise you I won’t leave you and we’ll find some way to get you up.” She smiled, but still looked worried. Jacqui went ahead and started to climb. At first she seemed very conscious of the view I was getting of her white panties with the little red hearts, and tried to pull the back of her skirt down. Then she seemed to realise she couldn’t keep it down, and in any case I had already seen plenty of them, so she stopped climbing for a moment and looked down at me with an embarrassed smile. I smiled up into her face and said gently, “You’re doing fine, Jacqui, just keep going.” Encouraged into believing her underwear was safe with me, she continued to climb, getting across the awkward part without needing help from me, much to my disappointment. On the other hand, her panties were a little on the loose side, and as she stretched her right leg across the left leg of her panties pulled out a centimetre or so. I could just catch a glimpse of the soft loose skin under her vagina. Actually I felt glad that I had not had to help Marina across the gap with a push in the crotch. I was very happy to do it for the other girls, but as I said before there is a special dignity about Marina. I have massaged her little breasts occasionally, but I have never yet touched her between her legs with my hands, and I really feel shy about doing so. Perhaps it is mostly the fear that she might think me dirty if I did so that keeps me away from that area. She has such an air of innocence about her too, and simply doesn’t realise how much I enjoy the sights presented by other girls, and sometimes by her too. Never in a million years could I imagine the same sort of happening with Marina that I had with Cindy behind the toilets. We have had times, wonderful times, when we’ve lain naked next to each other and pressed our bodies close to each other, even with my penis touching her loins. But I always felt that her feelings were just emotional, not sexual, while my feelings were both. I can do nothing more than dream of having sex with her, but I could never do it, not at the moment, any more than I could rape her. She is too precious, too sacred for anything unclean. When I reached the top with Jacqui I spoke to Marina. “I don’t think we’ve much hope of getting Kelly up,” I said, knowing I would never be able to carry her on my back as she would be quite a bit heavier than the tiny Vicky. “If not, I had better stay with her. Can all of you find your way back to town and find Aunt Sue and tell her what’s happened?” Marina nodded confidently, and I knew I could trust her. There was a worry at the back of my mind, of course, that the girls might bump into some rough characters, but there was more safety in numbers and such incidents are very rare in this part of the country. The girls all had confidence in her as a leader, their head girl when they were back in junior school. Then it was back down to Kelly, whose cheeks were a little damp but was trying to be brave. She was sitting on a rock with one knee up and the injured leg stretched out in front of her, revealing those lovely smooth white panties. “Let’s see if you can make it,” I suggested. She stood up, not at all confidently. She was able to walk almost normally, but the stress placed on her leg during our adventures had clearly caused it to hurt again. Slowly and painfully she began to scramble up the slope. But when she reached the ledges where she had to place all her weight on first one leg and then the other while she scrambled upwards, she was clearly not going to make it. She was on the verge of tears, aware that she was holding everybody up. “I’m sorry, Roy, I just can’t make it,” she gasped, those big beautiful hazel eyes filling with tears again as she looked up at me. I put my hands gently on her shoulders and smiled down at her, saying as I did so, “Kelly, it’s not your fault - don’t worry about a thing. I’ll look after you, I promise.” Smiling warmly, I put a little pressure on her shoulders and she came into my arms, laying her head sideways on my chest for a moment with a little sob. I crouched down a little lower and kissed her gently on the side of her forehead, just below the hairline. She looked up at me, first with a look almost of shock on her face. Then suddenly a big beautiful smile broke through the tears. I smiled at her, and then she gave me a big warm kiss on my cheek. I put my hands tenderly on her cheeks and gazed into those big beautiful eyes as they beamed back at me. I longed to get more intimate with this lovely girl - but only as far as she would happily let me. I felt a thrill of excitement about being left alone with her while the others went for help. “Kelly, I’ll just go up again and talk to Marina about going for help,” I whispered to her. “Then I’ll come back down and stay with you until help comes, I promise.” She nodded confidently. I could already hear voices from above calling down to me, asking what was going on. “I’m coming!” I shouted back as I climbed wearily up to the top for the eighth time, I think. “No, she tried but she really can’t make it,” I told the girls when I got there. “So all of you will need to go with Marina back to the village and let Aunt Sue know. If she’s had to leave or is out looking for us, get the police or fire brigade, if they have one, to come for help.” “We haven’t got shoes on,” complained Cindy. “My feet will get hurt. May I stay here and wait?” “Well, I don’t think that would be fair on Marina,” I answered. “No, I think you should all go because it’s much safer for you the more of you there are.” “Your aunt will be so cross,” said Marina, looking worried. “We must be very late now.” “Well, if anyone gets into trouble it will be me, not you,” I reassured them all. “I was the one in charge of the group, so I get the blame for anything that goes wrong.” “I’m so thirsty,” whined Vicky. Of course all the lunch packs and drinks we had brought with us were all at the bottom of the quarry as well. “So are all of us,” replied Marina, putting an arm round her. “We’ll try and get something to drink as soon as we get to the village. Come on, girls.” I watched them set off round the quarry in a group, walking very carefully in their bare feet. Shelley was having fun letting my shorts slip down to her thighs and then pulling them up again, straddling her legs as she did so in a way that made me laugh. Then I climbed down again, with a thrill of excitement in my stomach. I probably had at least an hour now with Kelly to myself, and who knew what might happen in that time? (To be continued) CAMPING ADVENTURE (CHAPTER 9) Kelly was waiting for me at the bottom, sitting again on a low ledge with one knee up and her sore leg out, with her beautiful white panties just visible. She clearly had mixed feelings: she was upset at her own situation but she clearly had some feelings for me, as I saw her looking at me with shining eyes. I got to work softening her up straight away. The first thing I did was to look down at my underpants, now more black and brown than white from all the climbing I had done in them. “These things are dirty,” I stated, pulling them off. “I’ll just wash them before the others come back.” Then suddenly I stopped, as if I had just thought of something. I stood there naked facing her, underpants in one hand. “Oops, I forgot,” I lied. “I don’t want to make you feel bad - do you mind?” She was clearly a bit embarrassed, but as I expected, she replied, “No, it’s all right.” “Good, thanks,” I said, climbing down a step or two so I could reach the water, and washing out my underpants thoroughly. “I forget sometimes people like you are very shy about being naked, so I need to check you don’t mind me.” “Well - I’m not really shy,” Kelly replied, still not looking straight at me. “I’m just not really used to it. Especially out in the open.” “Yes, I know, I understand. It makes you feel exposed,” I said, scrubbing hard. “That’s how Marina felt before we got to know each other well.” “Are you and Marina naturists?” asked Kelly. “Well, Shelley and I are,” I answered. “Marina isn’t really, but she doesn’t mind too much being naked now she’s got used to it.” I went on to tell her briefly the story of that wonderful picnic we had when I first fell in love with her, told in the story I called simply `Marina’. “That’s what I love most about Marina,” I carried on, putting my underpants on a ledge to dry. “She just trusts me so much. She knows I’ll never say anything bad about her being naked, I’ll never do anything wrong to her. I don’t think she’d ever want another boy to see her naked because she’s still quite shy about it, but it’s just wonderful the way she trusts me completely with her body. I don’t mind admitting it, that’s what I love best about her.” I was being as subtle as I could, but no doubt you can see my ulterior motives. Kelly sat there and thought, as I had intended. I sensed from the moment I held her in my arms that she was eager to please me, but was she eager enough to overcome her shyness? Then she said, “My clothes are still wet from being in the water.” “Uh-huh,” was all I said, waiting to see what would happen next. There was a pause. I smiled at her and then stared out over the quarry. Then she asked, “Shall I put them out to dry?” “Well, I think that would be a good idea, if you don’t mind it,” I answered, trying to sound as indifferent as possible. I continued to stare idly out over the quarry, knowing how important it was to give the impression that I wasn’t interested in Kelly’s undressing. From the corner of my eye I could see her slowly unbuttoning her blouse and spreading it out carefully on the ledge. Then she put her hands up to the waist of her skirt, hesitated a long time, and then began to unbutton and unzip it. I could make out the white of her panties as she laid her skirt in the sun too. “I do hope Marina and the others find help soon,” she said next. I now had the excuse to turn and look at her, as I think she intended. I’m not sure what I replied, for I was trying to keep looking casual, but again I was feasting my eyes hungrily on those rich white panties, and then moving my eyes upwards to her little breasts. She does not have the little points that many girls of her age have, but hers are more rounded, just looking a little swollen. The tan line caused by her swimming costume was clearly visible. “I don’t think my panties really need drying in the sun,” she said as she came and sat down next to me. I was disappointed, but knew she was still shy, so I said, “You know, I understand you being shy. That’s all right; it doesn’t matter.” I smiled at her encouragingly, but she made no move to take her panties off. I waited a short while, while she sat next to me on the ledge, not quite touching me, and then I reached out an arm to put round her shoulders, asking, “Am I allowed to do this?” She smiled at me and nodded, so I put it round her. She snuggled up close against me, her warm skin against mine. I wondered where to go next as we talked on and off. After a few minutes I said, “Well, I’m getting hot here. I’m going for a swim. You coming?” I stood up. She seemed deep in thought, uncertainty coming over her, although she could have swum in her panties again. “Come join me; I’d love that,” I encouraged her. I stepped forward and dived neatly off the ledge into the water. I swam a few metres, then turned round. She had stood up by now and was standing there in her panties watching me. “It’s great!” I said, turning on my back and swimming away slowly, breaststroke. I took care not to turn round too soon. A few seconds later I heard a little splash behind me. I waited a moment, then turned round again. Kelly was in the water, swimming towards me breaststroke, and on the ledge I could see a patch of white material. My heart throbbed with excitement - yes, she had taken them off! I know that girls often find it easier to be naked in the water to start with, where their secret place cannot so easily be seen, and they are also far more ready for physical contact in the water. Kelly stopped swimming and trod water about five metres away from me, looking at me and smiling nervously. “Bet you can’t catch me!” I teased her, turning and swimming away from her, still breaststroke. From the splashing behind me I guessed she was swimming the faster crawl. I kept swimming slowly, and soon felt splashes of water and a light blow from her arm on my back. “Caught you, Roy!” she gloated. I rolled over and broke free, splashing her gently. She came after me again, so I grabbed an arm, and she wrapped her other arm round my neck. We wrestled happily in the water, although it was not so easy when we could not put our feet down. I wrapped an arm round her and could feel her chest and body against mine, her soft breasts against my chest and my penis brushing her loins. I began to get aroused and tried to avoid further contact with her down there. I hugged her closely and she squealed and laughed. “I’m getting tired,” she said after a few moments more. “Can you swim with me on your back, like you did with Vicky?” “I think so,” I smiled, rolling over. “Get on.” She wrapped her arms round my neck and pressed her face against mine. I could feel her long wet hair down the side of my face and on my shoulder, her warm breath on my cheek, her body against my back, her legs brushing my bottom. I swam slowly back to the ledge. As I arrived I hung on to the ledge with my arms, panting for breath. I was not quite as tired as I pretended to be. “Aren’t you going to get out?” Kelly asked, still holding on to me. “In a minute,” I panted. “I’m too tired at the moment. Can you climb up over me?” To my delight she said, “I think so,” and scrambled up my back. I felt a foot on my shoulder blades, her hands pressing down hard on my shoulders, then saw a leg on the ledge, and her whole body scrambling over the top of my head. She gasped and had to push hard to make up for the weakness of her hurt ankle. Glancing upwards, I saw her lovely white bottom, legs apart as she straddled me, with her soft bulging mound between her legs and an exquisite little vagina stretching forward from her bottom. As soon as she got on to the ledge she turned to face me, and immediately pushed her thighs together and dangled a hand over her vagina, looking embarrassed. I smiled lovingly into her eyes. “Don’t worry, Kelly, it’s all right. I know you can’t really trust me like Marina does,” I smiled at her, then looked down as I rested my chin on my arms. That did the trick. “I - I do trust you,” Kelly said rather tremulously. “You can look at me if you want.” She removed her hand and took a step back, leaning against the rock wall behind her with her mouth slightly open as she stared nervously at me, arms behind her back pushing at the rock. I gazed at her with a loving smile, her brown body, white in the places normally covered by her costume, her long hair draped partly over her shoulders, her little rounded breasts, her shapely tummy with no sign of ribs underneath, curving smoothly downwards towards her legs, and her dark little vagina nestling shyly between her legs. I looked her in the eyes, still smiling lovingly. “You make me feel great,” I told her. “It’s so special of you to trust me like this. You know, you have such a beautiful body - you’re a lovely girl.” She looked rather embarrassed at this, but still smiled as I heaved myself out of the water and held out my arms to her. She almost threw herself at me, wrapping her arms tightly around my chest and squeezing me tightly. “You make me love you so much, you darling,” I smiled at her, stroking the wet hair tumbling down her cheek and bending to plant a kiss on her ear. I had felt a strong attraction for her before, but seeing her naked, having her trust me with her little bare body, just filled my heart with love for her. Kelly raised her head and whispered into my ear, so quietly I could hardly hear her, “Do you love me like you love Marina?” “I love you in a different way,” I told her, pressing my cheek against her forehead. “But I love you very much. I’m really glad in a way your ankle is too sore to climb. This has given me the chance to get to know you and to love you.” Gently I sat down, and she placed herself on my lap, arms still round my neck, face pressed against my cheek. Every now and then she gave a compulsive squeeze, as if desperate to put all the love she could into me. I had my arms around her and was gently rubbing her back. I just hoped she couldn’t feel my penis responding to her, swelling and hardening as it was, and only by leaning forward could I keep it from making contact with her - at this stage it would surely have embarrassed her. After a while she loosened her grip and sat there with one arm lightly round my shoulders and she talked to me. Then she turned round and straddled my knees, head back against my shoulder. Taking my hands, she placed them on her chest, just underneath her little breasts, as close as she could put them without touching them. “Keep rubbing me,” she whispered. “I like it.” I rubbed her gently under the breasts, but this seemed not to be quite what she wanted. Very soon she took my hands again and placed them higher, actually on her breasts. I could feel the firm nipples under my hand and the deep, soft, wobbly flesh underneath. “Do you want me to touch you there?” I asked her. “Yes,” she whispered back. “I like it there.” Gently I massaged her breasts, feeling the deep layers of flesh move under my fingers and her chest heaving as she breathed quite heavily with the excitement of it. This was no wanton like Cindy, but a very lovely, sensuous little girl very much in the mould of Marina. I kept murmuring affection into her ears. After a few minutes she suddenly grew embarrassed. “I’d better put my panties on,” she said, standing up and reaching over for them. “The others may be coming back soon.” “They won’t be here for quite a long time yet,” I assured her. “It will be another hour at least, and we’ll hear them before they arrive.” “They may arrive from over there,” said Kelly, pointing to the other side of the quarry where we had all gone at first. She was right, I suppose, but there was still plenty of time, so I think she was just feeling rather embarrassed and guilty. She thought about putting her uniform on again, but then seemed to accept my assurances that there would be plenty of time for it to dry properly before anybody came. Shyly she came and sat next to me again, resting her head on my shoulder but not on my lap this time. I put my arm round her, accidentally placing my hand on her bottom at the top of her panties. They felt so smooth and silky. She didn’t seem to mind, smiling up into my eyes. “Those are actually lovely panties you’re wearing,” I told her, rubbing them gently. “Beautiful panties for a beautiful girl.” “I like your underpants too,” she whispered. “But wouldn’t it be better if you put them on now?” “No need at the moment,” I said. “I don’t mind if people see me naked, anyway.” “But it still might be better,” she replied. I suspected she was feeling a bit embarrassed at the sight of my penis, still slightly swollen, under her eyes there. “Well, if it will make you happier, I will,” I sighed, but with a smile. I stood up and put them on. They were not dry yet, of course, and still rather dirty. (To be continued) CAMPING ADVENTURE (CHAPTER 10) Help was a long time in coming, and it must have been well after four o’clock before we could hear voices and see several figures walking round the side of the quarry at the top. I could see Marina and all the other girls there, which puzzled me, as I thought most of them could have done better with a rest as it was hardly necessary for them all to return. They certainly looked exhausted. Later I found out what had happened. The girls had perhaps gone most of the way back when Vicky suddenly went soft, burst into tears and insisted she couldn’t go any further. The girls tried to carry her but found it difficult, and Marina did not want to split up the group again. But they met a donkey cart coming the other way, out of the village, with an elderly couple inside. They stopped to help, and Marina told them the situation. The couple live on a nearby farm with their three sons, and they suggested that they all went to the farm and got some of their ropes, and their sons would be able to pull Kelly out of the quarry with those. So they all piled into the cart and set off for the farm. Unfortunately the extra weight caused the back axle to break, and I won’t go into all the details of how they had to go to the farm on foot and fetch the sons to fix it. Then finally they came to the quarry with the ropes in their spare donkey cart. Again cutting a long story short, within two minutes a long rope came sailing down to us at the bottom of the quarry. I fastened it under Kelly’s shoulders using a bowline, as I had learned in Scouts. She started to climb while the sons pulled gently at the top to take most of the pressure off her leg, and I came behind her to help as well. When we came to the difficult part I got her permission to help her, and placed my hand on the gusset of her panties to give her a gentle push. I shuddered with pleasure at the soft feel of the silky material and the soft flesh underneath. We finally arrived at the top, all together again. We thanked the old couple and their sons, and they asked us where we were going. We spoke in the national language, of course, which we all learn at school. I said we would have to walk into town to report to the police station, as Aunt Sue would surely have reported our absence there by now. They could not think of our having to walk all that way, especially without shoes, and insisted on sending us back in the donkey cart with one of their sons, as the sun was now starting to go down. This seemed wonderfully generous of them, especially after the girls’ weight had broken their first cart, but I’ve always found the country people of this country, poor as they usually are, to be just like this. I must also mention that they had brought some fruit for us and a large can of water for us to drink, which was most welcome even if it was warm and brackish. So we piled in and set off back for the village police station - only to find it shut. Nobody around seemed to know why. Again, I’ve often found country areas are very casual like this! But it left us with a problem, as we had no way of letting Aunt Sue or anybody of authority know we were safe and back in the village. We did try the public telephones, but past experience had taught me that they never work in rural areas. “I think the only thing to do is to go back to the camp and phone from there,” I said, bringing a wail from Vicky in particular. “No, no, you cannot walk, it is getting dark,” insisted the man who had driven us there. “You must allow me to take you in my cart.” With so many tired girls to look after, I was not in the mood to argue. As we got in and drove off once again, he was clearly worried that anybody coming to the camp to fetch us might not be able to get there that same day, and we might have to spend the night there. I assured him that we would at least be able to get into the camping area, and I thought we would be able to get into the dormitories, as Aunt Sue had been told where a spare key was always hidden and she had mentioned it to me during the camp. There was also a store of emergency food always kept in a cupboard in the dining hall. There were no other campers coming until the next week, and cleaners would be coming in the next morning to prepare the place for them. We had to halt on the way for a few minutes as Vicky decided she was bursting and needed to go to the toilet. I had noticed her sitting with her legs crossed and her hand pressing down between her legs for a few minutes, and wondered whether she would burst first or speak. Eventually she turned to Marina and said, “Marina, I need a wee - I’m going to burst.” Marina looked worried, because we were hardly in a suitable place for it. We had taken a short cut along a cart track, and there were just a few thin trees by the side of the track, which was bordered by small vineyards or orange trees, behind fences. There was no bush where anybody could relieve himself in private. Not that this would have worried the local population, but most of us were still bound by the conventions we had been brought up in. I asked the man to stop because we had no alternative unless Vicky was going to water the inside of his cart. I could tell by their faces that several of the other girls wanted the toilet as well. I didn’t really need to myself, as I have a large bladder, but I didn’t want to miss an opportunity. I am not an exhibitionist, but I do like others to know I’m not shy, and that also encourages them not to be shy either. Vicky scrambled off the cart, clutching her vagina quite hard, and I suspect she wet her panties as she tried to get them off. Then she squatted and I could easily hear the splashing of liquid on the dry leaves by the side of the road. Shelley was right behind her, and as usual she scorned to squat to urinate as girls usually do. She had given me back my shorts as we travelled into town, so she simply lifted the front of my shirt, spread her legs wide and sprayed. I saw Tarryn staring in amazement, not having seen this party trick of Shelley’s before, and the man from the farm stifled a chuckle before deciding firmly to turn his back on the scene. This was a relief for the other girls, who had been watching him uneasily, needing the toilet but unwilling to urinate while he was watching them. I was wearing my shorts, so I simply reached inside them, pulled out my penis and watered the nearest tree, half-facing the cart. I could sense Vicky staring at me as she finished her own business. She stayed squatting on the ground, staring in fascination as I shook my penis dry and returned it to its place. Then she wiped her vagina on the back of her hand and put her panties back on, just giving me a little flash of the white flesh between her legs as she did so. Tarryn was also in the toilet queue, but she tried her best to do it privately, walking about ten metres back down the track and squatting behind a tree with her back to us. I could just see the little stream of urine pouring down between her legs, and my penis jerked convulsively as my memory recreated that scene a few days earlier where I had been able to watch her urinating behind one of the dormitories. Nikki had no problem about urinating in front of me, as she had done it several times before at our nudist club. Cindy was rather silly and giggly, pulling her panties down to her knees and then squatting low to release her load. I didn’t actually manage to see their vaginas as their skirts kept them covered, and I could not have seen unless they were directly facing me as they did so, but instead they faced the side of the road. Kelly I suspected had urinated into the water in the quarry while we were swimming there. Marina and Jacqui stayed in the cart. I was disappointed about Jacqui, but strangely relieved about Marina, as I felt it would have lowered her dignity and troubled her if she had to urinate in public. We arrived at the gate of the campsite in half-darkness. It was locked but we could easily climb through the poles that formed the fence around it. The man insisted on waiting while I checked we could get into the dormitories, and sure enough I found the keys to the hall hidden in a cavity in one of the window ledges. Once inside the hall I could use the other key to open the cupboard which held all the other keys. Now I knew we could get in, I ran back to the gate to tell the man we were all right and to repeat our thanks, as well as get his family’s name and address so our families could thank them for their kindness later. I arrived back at the hall to find the girls on the verge of tears, even Marina. Vicky and Kelly were crying already. “Roy, the phone’s dead!” exclaimed Marina, very upset. “Oh, no!” I exclaimed, totally frustrated. It had been working only two days earlier, but I knew that faults are not uncommon in rural areas, and even in the cities at times. I put the receiver to my ear, but there was no sound at all. In annoyance I pulled it hard, and was astonished to find the cord coming straight out of the wall. “It’s completely broken!” exclaimed Cindy in dismay. I had a closer look. There was a little hole in the side of the box, and as I stared in, helped by the electric light which thank goodness was working, I could see little pieces of paper and wood shavings inside. It took me a moment to work out what this was about. Then I said, “I bet it’s mice! Look! Mice must have got inside to build a nest, and they must have chewed through the wires or something!” I examined the box to see if there was any way to repair it, but it was firmly screwed to the wall and I had no tools to take it apart. “Well, we really can’t get through!” I said, exasperated. “Our parents will be so worried,” said Jacqui, a tear trickling down her cheeks. “Hey, don’t cry like that!” I exclaimed in mock horror. “You’ll wash off those beautiful freckles.” She gave a weak smile. Nikki too was in tears, and the other girls looked near it, even Marina. This was the final frustration of what had been for them a very frightening and difficult day. As I thought of what lay ahead, though, I suddenly began to feel a thrill of excitement. What more could I ask for than a night alone with a group of lovely young girls who all seemed to think I was wonderful? I sat down at the nearest table and the girls sprawled around me, Vicky sobbing audibly. Marina held her close. Shelley was crying a bit as well, so I put an arm warmly round her. Kelly immediately came round to sit on my other side, so I hugged them both. “Listen,” I told them. “It’s difficult for our mums and dads, but somebody might just come back here tonight to check, just in case we got back.” Actually I discovered later that we must have missed Aunt Sue by only about five minutes. Just to fill in that part of the story, when we did not arrive by two o’clock Aunt Sue began to get very worried, knowing, as she later told me, that I was a very responsible boy and something must have gone badly wrong for me to be late. She went round to the police station, where there was just one officer, and told him. He was most uninterested, telling her that the regulations stated that a person had to be missing for at least twenty-four hours before they were required to start looking, and he refused even to take any details. They had no alternative then but to drive everybody else back to the city in the truck, with one of the teachers staying behind in case we turned up. Soon after four o’clock several cars with anxious parents arrived in the village, and a search began. One of the locals thought he had seen us going off in another direction, so all the parents thoughtlessly scooted off there, leaving nobody in the village when we finally arrived. As we had taken that short cut to the campsite, when Aunt Sue gave the campsite a final check we didn’t pass each other on the road. I learned later that they were out for most of the night with torches looking for us, but in completely the wrong direction. I carried on encouraging the girls. “The important thing is that we’re all right, we’re safe now,” I told them. “Nobody’s going to get hurt now unless Shelley falls over the step again.” I waited for giggles, but there were none. “Somebody may come tonight, but if not it doesn’t really matter because we can eat and drink and sleep here, and they’ll come in the morning.” “What if nobody comes tomorrow?” asked Nikki. I knew they would, but I just answered, “The cleaners are coming in tomorrow morning, so we’ll certainly be found by then. We’ll get back home safely by lunchtime tomorrow, I can promise you. In the meantime, you have me to look after you and we’ll have inspection in half an hour!” “Inspection?” echoed a couple of the girls in shock, not realising I was joking. I laughed, and said, “Well, I’ll find us something to eat instead, then. There’s plenty of food in the cupboards.” But they didn’t seem hungry just yet, although they were ready to lap up litres of water. “I need a shower,” commented Marina, looking at herself. All of us were the same, covered in dust from our climb especially, and getting dirtier as we rode home on the dusty track. “Girls, I think we had all better have a shower right now, and then we’ll think about a bit of a meal afterwards.” “A nice cold one,” added Nikki, shivering in anticipation. We were all feeling very hot and sticky. The girls pulled themselves to their feet, following Marina’s leadership willingly as they so often did. She collected the key for one of the dormitories and they began to follow her out of the door. I knew there was just one senior dormitory at the top end of the campsite, meant for adults, which had showers of its own, and Marina was sensibly heading for that one. “I’d better have a shower as well,” I commented, standing up. “Well, come and shower with us, then,” invited Shelley, turning back as she was about to go through the door and grabbing my arm. I smiled in wishful thinking. “I don’t think all the girls would agree to that,” I said. “Yes, they will,” argued Shelley, pulling me, but I didn’t go with her. Much as I would have liked to, I realised that it could cause big trouble if I intruded when even one of the girls objected to my presence. “Well, go and ask them, then,” I said. “If they all agree, I’ll come.” “All right,” said Shelley, running off after the others. I followed her slowly out of the dining hall, my heart and my penis suddenly thumping wildly. What a treat that would be! But I couldn’t see it happening. If there was just one girl who objected to my being there, it would be foolish to go. Now would any object? Jacqui was the only one whose secret place I had not yet seen, so she might object - but she seemed such a pleasant gentle girl I didn’t think she would go against the others. Cindy might be awkward, unwilling to let others share any sort of intimacy with me like she had enjoyed earlier in the week . . . and what about Tarryn? Although she was the youngest, she had made her views clear earlier on when she refused to take off her panties. I knew how obstinate Tarryn could be - I was very much afraid she would object and then I would not be free to go in. As I wandered in the direction of the dormitory, I could see that the lights were on inside and the girls had forgotten, or not bothered, to draw the curtains. Just inside one window I could see Marina slipping off her blouse and then reaching down, below my line of vision, to remove her lower garments. Through another window I could see Nikki slowly taking off her blouse, but talking at the same time, with a smile on her face, probably to Shelley. I knew I wouldn’t have any resistance from those two. Behind them I could catch the odd glimpse of a bare back or front. A minute later Shelley came running out to me with a big smile on her face, and my hopes rose again. “It’s all right, Roy!” she called out. “You can come - everybody wants you!” (To be continued) CAMPING ADVENTURE (CHAPTER 11) I thought I had better be very cautious, knowing how Shelley exaggerates a bit at times. “Just let me talk to Marina first,” I said. Shelley seemed offended. “All right, if you don’t believe me,” she pouted, and stalked back to the dormitory. I followed and waited just outside the door, where the girls couldn’t see me, in case they thought I was spying on them. A moment late Marina came to the doorway, and stood there looking for me. She was naked, but held a towel loosely down her front, probably a bit embarrassed at standing naked in an open doorway. “Roy,” she called, then she saw me. “Yes, it’s quite all right. All the girls agree you can come and shower with us.” I could feel my penis jerk convulsively. “Everybody?” I asked. “I thought Tarryn would be sure to disagree.” “So did I,” she answered. “But when I asked if anybody objected, she said nothing. Then when Shelley said she was going to tell you to come, she didn’t protest either. So it looks like she accepts you after all.” “Well, great,” I smiled, walking in through the open door with my heart pounding. There were girls around the beds in various states of undress, but I took care not to look directly at any of them except Shelley. I knew how important it was right at the start to show I was not interested in looking at anybody’s body. “There you are!” Shelley said triumphantly, waving her arms wide to show that the whole dormitory were with her. “I told you! Everybody agrees!” “Well, thanks very much, girls,” I smiled, glancing very quickly around without letting my gaze settle on anybody. School uniforms and panties were scattered over most of the beds. I caught a glimpse of Jacqui standing by her bed wearing only her panties, her hands on the waist and a nervous smile on her face. I just saw two bare bottoms disappearing into the bathroom area at the end, belonging to Kelly and Nikki. Vicky trotted up to me, making no attempt to hide her puffy little vagina which stood out clearly on her mound. “We all want you to stay here with us,” she told me, smiling at me. “Come now,” urged Shelley, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me in the direction of those bottoms. “Well, just let me take my shorts off first,” I protested. “Where can I put my clothes?” “Put them on my bed,” offered Shelley, showing me which was hers. I went over and removed them along with my underpants. Cindy was sitting on the bed opposite me, quite naked, with her legs spread wide as she pretended to examine the sole of one foot. Her vagina was stretched wide and the labia were quite visible. “My feet are so sore,” she complained, to attract my attention. I let Shelley tow me towards the showers. As I passed Jacqui, I could see from the corner of my eye as she took her panties off, but with great self-discipline I did not turn my head. Hopefully I would be able to satisfy my curiosity later - although it is not really curiosity so much as to share some intimacy with the girls I love. Shelley took me into the bathroom area, which was quite spacious. Going through the door, we turned immediately right, and I found myself in a room with a row of washbasins on the right, toilets on the left and an open shower area at the far end. Two girls were showering already - Marina and Tarryn. This was my first view of Tarryn fully naked, although unknown to her I had viewed her secret place before more than once. She looked gravely at me without any hint of embarrassment as she pushed her hair back from her face. Her little flat body looked so beautiful, as she stuck her tummy out with her hands behind her head, and her tiny little vagina at the bottom of it. “Come, Roy,” Marina invited me as she soaped her chest. “There’s enough room for you.” “As long as Tarryn doesn’t mind,” I answered, as I would be close to her as well as Marina. “It’s all right - you can come,” said Tarryn, and I wondered what had changed her after she had been so unwilling to remove her panties at the quarry. I supposed that when I got angry with her as we climbed out it may have changed her attitude to me somehow. I was further surprised when I stepped into the shower as Tarryn grabbed me tightly round the waist and gave me a fierce hug. As the cold water cascaded down me I could feel her warm little body against my legs and side. “Hey, you lovely creature,” I gushed over her, reaching down under her arms and lifting her up. But she didn’t like that, and struggled, asking to be put down. I did so, but asked her, “Am I allowed to give you a kiss now?” “If you want to,” she answered, looking at me gravely. My heart overflowed with feeling for this strange, lonely little girl, and I gave her my warmest kiss right on her cheek. I was surprised again as she suddenly put both arms tightly round my neck, kissed me very strongly on my cheek, and then returned to her shower, washing herself as if nothing had happened. I looked at Marina, who smiled at me and shook her head, smiling, unable to understand the little girl but in a kindly way. I wrapped my arms round Marina and we enjoyed each other for a moment, with the cool water splashing down on us. “What about me?” demanded Shelley pertly, stepping into the shower and wrapping her arms round both of us. We had just let each other go when Vicky suddenly sprang into the shower, bumping right into me, shouting as she did so, “Me with Roy!” I took a step backwards in surprise, accidentally trod on Shelley’s foot and completely lost my balance. The floor was quite slippery, and I fell down on my back with a very hard splat, bumping my head on the wall as I did so. It was highly painful, and I let out a yell of agony. When the stars cleared, all I could see in front of me was a row of bare legs, with vaginas at the top, as the girls gathered round in anxiety. Vicky squatted right in front of me, plump little vagina clear between her legs, exclaiming, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it!” There were exclamations of concern from the other girls, all anxious about me. “Vicky, I think you’ll need to kiss me better,” I groaned. I got an immediate response, as she moved a pace forward, lowered her knees, one of which almost crushed my testicles as she did so, wrapped her arms tightly round my neck and gave me one of the wettest kisses I have ever had all over my top lip. As she did so, Marina turned off the water so it wasn’t pouring all over me any longer. “Me too!” squealed Shelley like a five-year-old, crouching down to kiss me warmly. “Hey, me!” I heard Cindy’s voice say. “Let’s all kiss him better!” She giggled, and then bent down and kissed me soundly on the lips. After that, kisses came faster than I could keep track of, and I began to laugh. Legs flashed to and fro in front of me, and I caught a glimpse of a pair of slim, well-shaped legs, fair-skinned, and at the top a sweet little curved vagina with the slightest puff of very light-coloured hair at the top. I wondered whose these could be, so I looked up, just in time to see Jacqui bending down to kiss me shyly and lightly on the forehead. At last - my hand was complete! I put out my arms and clasped her gently round the shoulders. She gave a gasp and a little squeal of surprise as I gave her a hug and smiled into her eyes, my first chance to get close to her. “You’ll need to help me up,” I told the girls, stretching my arms out for them to pull. Laughing, they took hold of them and pulled. “You pull his arms and I’ll pull on his cock,” laughed Cindy in a silly way, reaching out for my penis. There were such exclamations of protest from the others at her perverted behaviour, though, that she let go as if it had burned her and stood back. With a lot of squealing and giggling, the girls finally pulled me to my feet. “Let’s wash him!” giggled Nikki. “Come on, grab the soap!” With giggling almost non-stop, most of the girls found the soap and got their hands covered with lather. Marina turned the taps on again, and I felt their hands all over me, washing and rubbing, with all the accompanying sound effects. I saw Cindy eyeing my penis, obviously wondering if she dared to wash it, but Shelley was quite unconcerned and washed between my legs for me. After all, I had washed her vagina many times, and it was no sexual thing for us, just a natural, loving, caring act. “Well, do I have to wash all of you now?” I smiled at them. “Yes, yes, yes!” squealed Vicky, jumping up and down in excitement. “Me first!” Not all of the girls seemed so keen, but Vicky acted as if it was the biggest treat she had ever had. “All right,” I said, lathering my hands. “What shall I wash first?” “Tummy!” she instructed, so I gently washed her firm little tummy as she stuck it out for me, keeping to the area between the flat nipples and the loins. “Top,” she said next, meaning her chest. I rubbed gently with my soapy hands, feeling nothing as I washed her flat chest and tiny nipples. Then it was “Back!” I did the area from her shoulders to her bottom. “Arms!” I did those. In the meantime most of the other girls got on with their showers next to me. “Bottom!” was next. I turned her round and soaped her soft little bottom, enjoying the firm rounded feel of the cheeks and washing into the crack. Then she giggled and said, “Pussy.” I heard Jacqui’s voice saying, “Vicky!” reprovingly for using a rude word. I put on a very puzzled look and stared all around me. Vicky giggled again and asked, “What’s the matter?” “You said pussy, but I can’t see a cat anywhere,” I explained. “Besides, cats don’t like being washed.” Vicky slapped me playfully on the shoulder, laughing. “Not a real cat, silly!” she scolded. “I mean wash my wee-wee!” “Oh!” I exclaimed as if I suddenly understood. “Spread your legs out a bit, then.” Vicky almost did the splits as she spread her legs as wide as she could, and then toppled over backwards, giggling, legs in the air and still spread apart, vagina gaping open and displaying the little dark pink folds of skin inside. “Vicky!” came Jacqui’s voice, more reprovingly, from the next shower. I smiled up at Jacqui. “Oh, it’s all right, it doesn’t matter, really,” I told her. She smiled back at me shyly. Vicky was still lying flat on her back with her legs in the air, but I thought it might look a bit too perverted if I should wash her pubic area with her in that position - not with other girls present. Reluctantly I pulled her up, still keeping it fun, put one arm round her to keep her upright and washed her gently between her legs with my other hand, feeling the soft puffy folds of skin under my fingers. She giggled again. “That tickles,” she said. “Do it again.” I did so, and she wriggled and giggled again, clutching her vagina with both hands for a moment. Then she took them away and said, “Do it more.” Jacqui and some of the others were still there, so I just said, “It’s clean now, so it doesn’t need any more. Where next?” After I had finished with Vicky, who seemed very reluctant to go, Shelley wanted a turn. Again I would ask where she wanted washing, using this method so that it would be quite clear if they wanted me to go between their legs or not; if they didn’t mention the place they didn’t get it done. Shelley, of course, was quite happy for me to wash there, and I wondered how much longer it would be before her fuzz started growing. I soaped her little breasts, too, enjoying the feel of those firm little points and the soft skin underneath. The only other girl bold enough to ask me to wash her was - you’ve guessed it - Cindy. I would have preferred to keep her at arm’s length; I always enjoy the sensation of washing a girl’s body but sometimes the person it belongs to tends to act in ways I find distasteful. Such a person is Cindy. She leaned back dreamily against me while I washed her breasts, a little larger and firmer than Shelley’s, and wriggled and giggled with much less innocence than Vicky when she insisted I wash her vagina. I tried to concentrate on the soft feel of her little mat of pubic hair and the firm lips of her vagina, and that area of soft loose skin between her legs. She squealed and writhed and wriggled so much that I stopped in the middle of the job, aware that some of the others were watching. “That’s enough, Cindy,” I scolded. “Too much silliness. Wash yourself now.” Suddenly she was repentant, and I continued washing her on condition that she behave sensibly. So she did until I was finished, whereupon she turned round and hugged me tightly, deliberately pushing her vagina up against my penis as much as she could. I was glad that was over. I dried myself off and returned to the main part of the dormitory. I found a game in progress. The door was open and it was dark inside. The girls had suddenly decided it would be daring to walk out through that door and into the open courtyard quite naked. Shelley naturally had no problem with this, but the others really felt they were doing something daring and naughty. I saw Kelly march out of the door, with a nervous giggle, one hand protectively over her vagina, and then scuttle back inside quickly. Then it was Jacqui’s turn, and she was also gone only a couple of seconds. “Come on, girls, this isn’t how you do it,” I smiled. “We do it all together. Come on, make a train. Shelley, you be leader.” Happily Shelley stood in the front. Behind her Marina put her hands on Shelley’s hips; behind her came Vicky, and the others all joined on behind. Last in the train was Nikki. “Come on, Roy, join on the back,” she urged. I put my hands on her soft warm hips, enjoying the warm curves of her beautiful little body. Shelley led us out into what was now close to complete darkness. We had not switched on the outside lights, but there was a half moon which gave some light. We tiptoed carefully across the gravel over to the grassed area in the middle, near the big oak tree, along with the usual giggling that girls always seem to do when they feel they are being a bit naughty or are a bit embarrassed. We circled the tree once, then Shelley suddenly collapsed in a heap underneath it. Like a row of dominoes the whole line collapsed after her, and we tumbled on the soft green grass. I have also found girls tend to be a lot less inhibited in the dark, although on the whole these girls seemed to have lost their inhibitions with me by now. Nikki moved back and sat down on my thigh, her soft warm little bottom bringing warmth to my loins. Kelly came and snuggled up on the other side of me, nestling her head on my shoulder, her long hair hanging down my chest. Tarryn, whose attitude now seemed quite different on the whole, knelt behind me, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck and trying to sway me back and forth. I reached my arm back and petted her gently on the back of her neck. With the others all moving in close, I was at the centre of a mass of naked girls, all trying to get close to me. This must be many people’s idea of heaven. It certainly is mine! Nikki took one of my hands and placed it on her chest. I rubbed tenderly, feeling the soft gentle swelling of her developing breasts underneath. Tarryn was giving me sweet gentle kisses just under my ear. Vicky was scrambling to get through to me. Further away I could just identify Marina, and could see that she was smiling. Marina is incredibly trusting of me and secure in my love for her, knowing that however much I enjoyed the favours of her friends, to me she is special. Cindy was sitting hunched up, and I could tell that she certainly was jealous. I could make out Jacqui, but couldn’t tell what she was thinking. (To be continued) CAMPING ADVENTURE (CHAPTER 12) It was Shelley who broke it all up, with her need for attention. Still full of energy, she danced around in front of me, slapping her knees and calling out, “Roy! Can’t catch me!” “Oh, Shelley, do I have to?” I groaned, not wanting to move. Then I suddenly thought how I could turn the situation to my advantage in the game that Shelley so often plays with me. “Yes, you have to! You have to *try*, anyway, but you still can’t catch me!” she teased. I gave a loud groan and began to stand up. “Excuse me a minute, girls, but I have some business to attend to,” I explained. I jumped towards Shelley, but she dodged away, laughing, her slim bare body shining in the moonlight. I chased after her, but not too fast. The unspoken rule of the game was that I should keep chasing her, and when she was good and ready, which never took too long, she would allow herself to be caught. Since she was showing off to her friends, I suspected that this time it would be fast and short. So it was. She raced away, keeping to the area of grass in case she hurt her feet on the gravel that formed the rest of the courtyard. I chased after her as she squealed and dodged. Then she jumped behind the tree, and as I came round after her she broke away again. This was now the moment when by mutual consent I caught her. I swept her up in my arms, while she flung her head back, laughing and squealing. “Now what do I do to you?” I asked, as I always did. “Tickle me!” she squealed, howling with laughter in anticipation. I put her over my shoulder and tickled her ribs and under her arms, slowly but firmly. She wrapped her bare legs tightly around my waist and squealed like a pig until she decided she had had enough, and screamed out, “Pax! Pax!” as she always did. Thereupon I lowered her to the ground, head first and backwards, holding her behind her waist, with her legs still wide open and around my waist, vagina shining dully in the moonlight. The others caught on quickly, as I hoped they would. “Me! Me! Can’t catch me!” squealed Vicky, and I caught her almost immediately. She was light as I lifted her up in my arms and asked my usual question. “Tickle me!” she screamed, laughing so much I could hardly make out the words. I put her over my shoulder, tickling gently while she howled with laughter, and felt a little squirt of urine down my side as she lost control. `Pax’ came very quickly, as I think she was afraid of doing it again. As soon as I put her down, backwards again, she darted off to the oak tree and squatted there for a minute. All the girls were dancing around me now, daring me to catch them. I singled out Marina, overdue for attention, and soon caught her. She is really such a wonderful mixture of maturity and little girl! She squealed as much as the others as I caught her and tickled her, with all the love and tenderness I have, then placed her down ever so gently on her back, that precious vagina just visible in the light of the moon. Jacqui was the quietest of them, but she clearly loved every moment of it as I held her and tickled her so gently, so tenderly all over her back and her ribs. Cindy of course had to be the noisiest, kicking and squealing like a pig as I picked her up, and as she kicked her toe-nail missed by testicles by a centimetre. I lifted her higher to avoid any repetition which if successful would have brought the game to an abrupt end. I would have preferred not to catch her, knowing what she is like, but I had to give each a girl turn. There was never such a noise and struggling as I tickled her. She managed to wriggle over on to her back over my shoulder, so I put my hand up between her legs and tickled her pubic hair and down below it. This immediately brought a bellow of `Pax!’ but I think she was disappointed that I stopped immediately. Nikki and Kelly were such fun, those two loving girls, both so attractive and full of femininity. I particularly enjoyed catching them, picking them up as gently as I could, tickling them while they laughed and wriggled so delightfully, and giving them a warm kiss before I lowered them to the ground, legs out. Tarryn, being Tarryn, for a long time did not seem to want to be caught, challenging me to catch her but running as hard as she could to try to ensure she wasn’t. Every time I attempted to chase her all I could see was a little white bottom heading for the biggest open space, so I didn’t seriously try to catch her, thinking she didn’t really want it. Just as everybody was tiring, though, she ran right into my legs, not too hard, obviously deliberately, and stayed there. I gave her a second in which to escape, but when she didn’t try lifted her into my arms. She was as light as a feather and laughed as loudly as the others as I held her, asked the question and then put her over my shoulder to tickle her lovingly. “Oh, Tarryn, it’s so lovely to have fun with you like this,” I whispered in her ear. “I love you so much.” I gazed at her little vagina, so close to me but only just visible between her legs, and tickled her some more. Finally the girls all decided to catch me and tickle me, although I am not particularly ticklish. I fought back, tickling all I could reach, and fortunately Cindy had the sense to keep away from my genitals. In the end we all collapsed in a hot, tired heap. Then suddenly Shelley remembered something that in our excitement we had all forgotten about before. “Hey, let’s go for a swim in the pool!” she exclaimed. “Yes, we can swim in our bums this time!” Cindy supported her, sticking her bottom up to illustrate her point and giving a view of her zipper-like vagina from the back. As we made our way naked through the dark, I was afraid that I should not join them in the pool, as it would be dangerous to let them swim in the dark without having somebody out of the pool as lifeguard. But when we arrived I noticed that there were two big overhead lights on the top of the changing rooms. It took a couple of minutes to find the switches, but when they were on they lit up everything beautifully. Fortunately there was a hedge round the pool, or else the floodlights might have made our naked rompings visible from quite a distance away. We splashed around for a while before Shelley decided it was time for another round of “Can’t catch me!” It was actually even better in the pool, for as I mentioned before girls seem to accept more intimate handling much more readily in the water. As I tickled them I could run my hands over their breasts and even briefly between their legs as if by accident, and they didn’t complain. “Tickle me there, I dare you,” spluttered Cindy when it was her turn, and I did. I could feel her sodden little patch of fuzz above her vagina and the top of the vagina itself. I ran my hand gently over it, and pushed my finger at it carefully, feeling for the clitoris, and she screamed in ecstasy. I did not dare go quite that far with any of the others, although my hand slipped and I accidentally put my fingers on Nikki’s vagina. “Hey, sorry, darling, I didn’t mean it,” I reassured her, stopping the tickling for a moment. “It’s all right, it - it feels good,” Nikki whispered, wrapping her arms round my neck and looking at me with her lovely blue eyes. “You can do it again if you like.” “If you want me to,” I smiled, reaching out underwater and gently massaging her soft slippery little mound. She squealed and wriggled and laughed. But the game did not last so long this time, as the girls were feeling tired and hungry. We staggered back down to the dining hall, where I fixed them some tinned meat and fruit. They were too tired to eat much, but it took the edge off their appetites. Then it was time for bed. I had been wondering if they would want me to sleep in the dormitory with them, and sure enough the invitation came, first from Kelly, and then backed up by the others. “There are no spare beds, though,” I said as we walked into the dormitory. “That doesn’t matter, you can share my bed,” offered Shelley. “Shelley!” exclaimed Nikki, and I thought for a moment she was going to rebuke her for an indecent thought. But she wasn’t. “That’s not fair! You’ve slept with Roy plenty of times. Give someone else a turn! Roy, you can come with me!” “No, me, me!” shouted Vicky. I looked around at the girls, most of them volunteering me a share of their beds! For those girls, though, except for Cindy no doubt, there was no thought of sex but only of love. They wanted to enjoy hugging and kissing, no doubt, the feel of my body during the night. I took one of my hardest decisions. All it would take would be for Vicky to tell her parents that So-and-so, even if it was Shelley, slept with Roy during the night and the fertiliser would really be in the fan. I had taken enough risks with these girls. Cindy for one might be jealous enough to tell if I shared a bed with one of the others, and I was certainly not going to share with her. I did not want to take the risk of getting raped! I glanced at Marina. She shook her head gently at me, but biting her lip, meaning I knew that she wouldn’t offer me her bed although she would have liked to. She was wise enough to know that this could easily cause trouble and would certainly have been talked about among the girls. “Girls, that’s so lovely of you, and I wish I could agree,” I told them with great difficulty and reluctance. “But how could I possibly choose fairly? You couldn’t take it in turns, like you could with the other games we played. And besides, there might be some people who would say dirty things about us if we did that. So I wish we could, but we had better not do that. But you make me feel so good when you invite me.” I suddenly looked down at Tarryn and saw a look of disappointment on her face. Surely, I thought, she wouldn’t have shared her bed with me! But her face showed that she would. “You must, because there isn’t a bed for you,” argued Shelley. “Nobody will talk about us because we’re cousins.” Reluctantly I shook my head. “No, Shelley, that wouldn’t be fair on the others,” I said. “There’s a bed in that end room,” Marina pointed out. There was indeed a small room like a storeroom at the opposite end from the showers. I soon found a couple of sheets in the cupboard, which was all we needed on those hot nights. The old sheets were still on the other beds, waiting for the cleaners to change them the following day. Amid much disappointment from the girls, we prepared to settle down for the night. “My nightie’s in my case, so I’m sleeping naked,” announced Kelly, just putting into words what the others were already doing. In a few minutes’ time they were all under the sheets or on top of them if even a sheet was too warm for them. I went round the dormitory saying goodnight and giving a cuddle and a kiss to each of those precious girls in my care that night, giving each one a few quiet words to tell her how special she was to me. All except for Vicky, who was asleep already. Even Cindy . . . I said to her, “I wish we could be closer friends, but I don’t like it when you behave in a silly way. If you can be as friendly and sensible as Marina or Kelly, for example, we could get on so well.” Cindy looked serious for once. “I’ll try,” she promised, and I gave her a light kiss. Even Tarryn smiled at me and we exchanged a tight hug and kiss when it was her turn. Then I came to Jacqui, and immediately felt rather sorry. This was the girl I knew less well than any of the others, a lovely quiet girl but with real warmth, and nothing had happened to bring me closer to her as it had with each of the others. As I kissed her she whispered wistfully to me, “I wish I could have shared my bed with you tonight, Roy.” I looked at her, suddenly thinking hard, as she smiled at me with her lovely gentle green eyes. I knew she was not thinking sexually, but only through the love of her heart. I whispered, “Listen. If you want, if you can stay awake until everybody else is asleep, you can come and share my bed with me, just for a little while. But you must wait and be very quiet, because if anybody hears you I’ll have to send you back. All right?” Jacqui’s face lit up, her eyes sparkled and she blushed a little. “Yes, yes. That would be lovely,” she whispered back to me, obviously thrilled. “Thank you.” I finished my round at Marina, reminding her quietly how special she is to me. She explained to me how she would love to share a bed with me - not for sex, of course - but didn’t want it to be talked about, and I assured her I already knew. I took one last glance around at the girls, some of whom seemed asleep already, and saw Jacqui’s face positively glowing, and then switched off the light. I went into the little end room, pulled back the sheet and sat on the side of the bed, waiting for Jacqui, not lying down in case I went to sleep. I wondered if I had been wise to invite her, but it was too late to have second thoughts. In my imagination I went through the day, visualising the wonderful sights I had seen - at the quarry, beside the road, in the showers, playing outside . . . These breath-taking memories I’m sure will last me a lifetime. I can still see in my mind every little detail of those beautiful little bodies that were entrusted to my eyes. It seemed a long wait. Jacqui was taking no chances. But in the end I heard a slight noise at my door and could just see a dark shadow standing there. I was sitting in the pool of moonlight that was streaming in through my window, so I knew she could see me, or my outline at least. I made no sound but just spread my arms wide. A moment later she had slipped gently into them. “Best I shut the door,” I whispered, and did so. Then I returned to the bed, lay down and gently pulled Jacqui in next to me. I spread the sheet over our bodies and we lay together. I had my arms round her back, while her arms were round my neck. I could feel the soft warmth of her body pressed against mine and her hair against my face as she rested her chin against my shoulder and her cheek against mine, breathing hard. I moved slightly so as to stop my penis from resting against her leg, in case it became hyperactive. “What a lovely girl you are,” I whispered into her ear. “Thank you so much for choosing me,” she whispered back with a tremor in her voice. She paused. “Everybody else seems to want Vicky more than me. Even my parents.” “That’s awful,” I replied, not necessarily believing her. “You mustn’t tell anybody, but you’re a much deeper person than Vicky, and I love you the most. But you haven’t given me much chance to get to know you, have you?” “I - I was a bit shy,” she admitted quietly. “But I - I was hoping you might like me all week.” “You can miss all sorts of good things by being too shy,” I whispered in her ear. “I didn’t even know you wanted to be friendly. But I want you very, very much. Whenever you want me, you must come to me. I’ll always be there for you.” “Thank you,” she whispered back, planting little kisses on my neck. “You’re so kind. And you’re brave and strong. You were wonderful looking after us today.” “You’re so lovely,” I assured her. “You have such a lovely open face. And I just love those little freckles on your nose. And just to feel your body loving me now makes me so happy. I promise you I’ll never, ever do anything you don’t want me to.” “I know,” she whispered back. “I trust you. You can do anything you want to me. But not - not . . .” I knew she meant sex, but I would never do that to her. I have more sense than to have sex with anybody under age, but I am very happy enjoying the other sensual things I can do with them. “I won’t do that,” I whispered back. “Would you like me to massage you?” “Please,” she said, turning on her back. I could see her face turned towards me in the moonlight. Gently I lifted her body until she was lying on top of me, her back against my chest. Gently I began rubbing her body, starting at her neck. Very tenderly I rubbed the soft warm skin at the bottom of her neck and began moving downwards. She was almost flat-chested still, but as I rubbed I could feel those tiny little nipples sticking out just a little, and the skin underneath just growing into points. I moved my hands down to rub her tummy, and then at the side and underneath to rub her soft rounded bottom. “Down here?” I asked quietly, moving my hands down to her loins. “Yes,” she whispered, so faintly that I could hardly hear her. Looking at her face in the moonlight just centimetres from my own, I could see that her eyes were shut and a quiet, serene smile was on her lips. Ever so gently, I moved my fingers downward until I could feel the tiny patch of hair that was beginning to sprout there. It felt beautifully soft and fluffy under my fingers. Tenderly I moved further down, edging between her legs, and could feel the soft warm slit that hid her most private places. And she had entrusted them to me! She wriggled a little and giggled with pleasure as my fingers tickled a tender spot. I loved her more than ever, and lifted my head to kiss her gently on her cheek. “My darling,” I murmured into her ear. “I love you so much.” She didn’t answer but lay there, the need to sleep apparently overcoming her pleasure at the fondling I’m sure she had never received before. She was still too young, too immature to be sexually aroused, but it was clearly a way she could enjoy my love. I began to work my way up her body again, rubbing gently, tenderly. By the time I reached her chest again, she was breathing steadily. When I whispered her name, she didn’t answer. I waited a few minutes to make sure she was properly asleep, and then decided I had better return her to her bed. Slowly I sat up, cradling her in my arms, her head lolling back. Everything was in black and white in the moonlight, and I could just make out the delicate slit between her legs. Once more I ran my hands down her body, feeling gently again between her legs, enjoying the soft feel of her vagina lips under my fingers. Bending my head, I kissed her there, feeling with my lips the soft downy wisps of hair, the soft warm folds of skin. I covered it with kisses, enjoying a slight taste that I cannot even begin to describe, and even a faint scent of urine. I rubbed my cheek against her vagina, but sill she did not stir. Feeling suddenly guilty at taking advantage of a sleeping girl, I lifted her gently as I stood up, but had to put her down again to open the door. As silently as I could, I carried her back to her bed, hearing only the steady breathing of the girls, and laid her on her side, pulling the sheet over her cut bare body. Having an idea, I crept outside and plucked a flower from a nearby bush. I placed it on the pillow just in front of her eyes, so the first thing she saw when she woke up would be that token of my love for her. I was woken at about four o’clock in the morning as Vicky staggered into my room, still three-quarters asleep, and collapsed on top of me. Snuggling up like a koala, she promptly fell completely asleep again. In the morning I found out why - the main reason, anyway. She had wet her bed. It was a good thing she was naked and that I hadn’t known when she invaded my bed. Fortunately her leaky valve behaved itself for the rest of the night, even if parts of her were rather sticky. We all woke up just as it was getting light, and to Shelley’s disgust I insisted that we all got our clothes on, as visitors might be arriving very early. I was right. The sun had scarcely risen when Marina’s father arrived, to be overcome by relief to know we were all safe. With his cell phone he contacted the others and we were soon on our way back. Jacqui, I saw, went about with a quiet peaceful smile on her face, not looking at me much, but with a red flower stuck through her buttonhole. At first I took quite a lot of flak for our adventure from the parents, although Aunt Sue blamed herself for not telling us to stay in the village. I was suitably apologetic, though really I saw little need to be. I tried to explain that we had not been told to stay in the village and we had not intended to leave it anyway, while there were no warning notices at the quarry. The girls all joined in on my side, some of them getting quite upset on my behalf, but the parents were more concerned with letting off steam after all their worry. Over the next few days, though, they all came back to me, many apologising and assuring me that their daughters had never stopped telling me about how well I had looked after them. It seems the girls kept their promise, extracted by Shelley, not to mention some of the other things we did together that day. Several invited me to dinner, including the parents of Jacqui and Vicky, who seemed quite happy for Vicky to spend the evening crawling all over me. Jacqui kept to herself then, in front of her parents, but I could tell she didn’t mind, knowing she has her special place in my heart. And she has a faded, pressed red flower which she always keeps on top of her dressing table to prove it. The End. ___________________________________________________________ BT Yahoo! Broadband - Free modem offer, sign up online today and save £80 http://btyahoo.yahoo.co.uk