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. 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