Girl Scout Camp Adventures:


By Wanderer


Disclaimer:  The persons, places, things, acts, etc. used in this 
story are FICTIONAL.  No resemblance to any persons living, dead, 
and otherwise is entirely coincidental.  To the authorŐs knowledge 
this type of activity does NOT occur at any Scouts of America 
facility.  Finally, this material is intended for reading and 
entertainment purposes only, and is NOT a recommendation of 
performing these types of activities.


Comments:  CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, comments, etc. are appreciated.  
Flames, etc. will be ignored.


Comments, Pt. 2: Thanks for the feedback so far, you know who you 
are.  In answer to your questions, as follows:  More, yes there 
will be, at least 10 chapters, one every few days.  Animals, well, 
it IS a camp.  Water sports, only the pool and lake for now.  Food 
fights, dunno, depends on the menu.


Comments, Pt. 3: This story starts SLOW.  ItŐs supposed to.  I 
write what I like to read, and I hate whiz bang stories.  No 
development.  So, bear with me.


That said.....


Chapter 2 - On the fourth day....


	Having been cooped up in the office for the first  couple of 
days of camp, it was quite a relief to actually be able to get out 
and about the camp grounds.  Just for your reference, I should 
probably describe the camp a bit, to give you a feel for the 
place.  


	The camp facility was over 400 acres in total, only about 75-
80 of which were cleared, the rest woodlands.  There were eight 
separate main areas, connected by paths; 4 housing areas for 
different age groups (6-8,9-10,11-12, and 13+), 1 central camp 
area (offices, infirmary, mess hall, staff cabins, 2 multi-purpose 
fields, and the waterfront area which housed the pool and 
lakefront (nice sized lake, about 15 feet at its deepest.)


	Each housing area consisted of a number of tents, which 
housed 2-8 girls/staff depending on layout, and a shower house.  
Each area could support about 50 campers.  Besides the main area 
buildings there was one large "rec hall" made out of a converted 
barn, which served as an auditorium, gym, arts and craft center, 
rainy day play area, whatever.


	Finally, there were some smaller areas that housed things 
like jungle gyms, mini-campsites, etc.  (Author's note: forgive 
the lengthy descriptions, but I said that this story was going to 
develop, and it will help your imagery.  Trust me on this.)


	Anyway, as I was saying, this was my first chance to get out, 
so I took the opportunity to take a quick tour of the camp 
facilities and check in with the program staff.  I quickly 
strolled around the main areas, popping in to see if the Arts and 
Crafts people had their supplies (they were making those gimp 
bracelets.)  Don't know what gimp is?  Ask a camp person.  Trust 
me, they'll know.  A softball game was going full steam among the 
older girls.  Want a treat?  Watch developing teenage girls run 
bases.  But I digress again.


	Finally, I found myself at the waterfront area, talking with 
the head lifeguard.  The campers were having instructional swim, 
and were divided into various ability groups.  The head lifeguard 
and I found ourselves distracted by a commotion at the deep end of 
the pool, where some of the more advanced campers were working on 
diving.  The commotion had apparently been caused by a rather 
spectacular dive by one camper, and the other girls were 
applauding and asking for a repeat performance.  As the girl 
climbed out of the pool, I noticed to my surprise it was the girl 
from the bus!


	Having the opportunity to do so at a 'safe distance', I took 
the time to give her a more thorough look as she mounted the 
diving board.  She was about 4' 8", no more than 90 lbs.  Long 
black hair dropped to just below her shoulders.  From this 
distance, I couldn't see the color of her eyes, and I felt vaguely 
embarrassed to find I could not recall them from the bus either.  
She was wearing a two piece red bikini that nicely showed off here 
developing curves, almost all of her baby fat having disappeared.  
The top of her bikini was just beginning to swell with her 
developing breasts, and you could see small nipples pushing out 
the fabric from the cold water (ever go swimming in the mountains 
in the AM?).  Unfortunately, I had no more time to look, as she 
dove cleanly into the water.  Single somersault, in case you were 
wondering.  Suddenly I was jerked back to reality by the lifeguard 
asking me a question, which apparently she had to repeat.  
Hastily, to cover my embarrassment, I answered the question, and 
pleaded mental fatigue from being cooped up for so long.


	On the way back to the main area from the waterfront, I found 
myself pondering the thoughts I found myself having about some of 
our charges.  In all my years of camping, I had thought about the 
sexual appeal of young girls, but only in the abstract sense.  
Suddenly, I was confronted by the realization that I was in fact 
finding some of these girls attractive, and no longer in a 
platonic manner!


	I came from a rather conventional nuclear family.  Little on 
the conservative side, never any abuse, nor alcohol problems, heck 
was only spanked maybe 5 times in my life, and only when I REALLY 
did something wrong.  The 'moral' part of me was telling me that 
this was all WRONG, but somewhere, deep in the heart of me, I felt 
that these yearnings were 'right.'  I put the matter on the mental 
back burner for a while, figuring that regardless of my feelings, 
I was not going to be taking any action on them, I could work it 
out later.


	Another of my responsibilities was reviewing camper files, 
and as a result of such, I had a dossier on each camper in my 
office.  Having returned to my office, I was idly flipping through 
the binder on my desk, when my eyes fell upon a photo of the raven 
haired teen from the bus and the pool.  Almost without conscious 
thought, I found myself reading her file.  Her name was Andrea, 
she preferred to be called Andy.  She liked swimming, diving, 
hiking, dance and rock climbing.  She was in fact 13 years old, 
having just had her birthday the previous May.  She came from a 
decent sized city in Western PA, and it was her third year at the 
camp.


	As I closed the binder, my mind flashed back to the view of 
her standing on the diving board, poised to jump, hands over her 
head.  I was able to clearly recall almost every detail of the 
scene with surprising clarity, and found myself wondering if she 
had to shave to wear the bottom of that bikini outfit.


	Just then, my reverie was interrupted, as the program 
director knocked on my office door, and asked if I could do her a 
favor...


ENDĘChapter 2


Yeah, I know, more set-up.  I promise SOMETHING is gonna happen 
next chapter (not necessarily involving Andy, but I'm not sure. 
Remember, there are not only campers, but staff here.  Our main 
character is gonna be waiting a little while for some fun tho, so 
please stand by).  One thing I do need is some names for the 
female characters, so if you have a name you would like included, 
please mail it to me, along with WHY you want that name included.


As regards distribution, please feel free to transmit these 
stories to any BBS or other system that allows such material and 
does NOT charge an additional fee besides normal usage fee for 
such material.  In addition, my anon email address must be 
included in all chapters (I can't give out my real one for reasons 
of where my net access comes from).  Finally, please keep the 
chapter format as I send it, including ALL comments.  Thanks!