You have my attention

I can only imagine the adventures to be had at summer camp. I don't see much solo Loli around here...
More please?

Moar

I promise I'm working on this one. Its gonna be slow moving, I'm dealing with some personal stuff atm. Honestly, I'm feeling pretty attached to this idea, so hopefully I can keep it up. Any responses definitely motivate me to keep writing. The next chapter will hopefully be up next week. Maybe sooner if we're lucky.

Alright guys, next part is up. I'm doing my best to keep at it. Again, any comments are welcome. Also, for anything you'd like to see, suggestions are welcome.

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My parents dropped me off and helped me get my bags to the cabin as I examined the camp. It was in the middle of the woods next to a lake. It seemed like the kind of a camp you'd see in a movie. I had to admit that I was impressed at the size of it. Despite that, it was only meant to have twenty to thirty people there at a time, including campers and workers. My Dad said this must be a slow year for them because they barely broke twenty and almost couldn't hold the camp this summer. There were two chaperones, one for the boys' camp and the other for the girls' camp. A married couple were the coaches. Two older women worked in the cafeteria and a rather stern looking middle aged woman was camp counselor and in charge of pretty much everything else, as well. Either this was all volunteer or there was quite the premium charge to get into this camp. Small staff or not, it couldn't be cheap to run all of this. I honestly felt myself getting a little excited as I helped my parents find my bunk in the girl's cabin. I shared the bunk with a brunette haired girl named Nadia. She beat us to the cabin and greeted me excitedly, as if we were old friends. Her voice was rather high pitched as she tried to explain everything that she knew about the camp. I quickly learned she'd been coming here for three years now and that a lot of the other kids had been here before, too. My tour courtesy of the bubbly, light skinned bouncy ball named Nadia came to a sudden halt as the Counselor appeared in the cabin, followed by the girl's chaperone.

"Good morning, kids. My name is Mrs. Tretton. I know some of you have been here before, but for the new children, I'd like to welcome you to my summer camp. I know you're going to have fun and learn a lot about yourselves while you're here. If you have any concerns, this young woman here is your chaperone, her name is Courtney." Courtney smiled and said 'hi' as the woman who introduced her stepped forward to individually greet everyone's parents. A lot of the girls took this chance to run to Courtney and greet her; Apparently she'd been here before, too. I didn't really know anyone but Nadia, who'd mysteriously disappeared, so I set my bags on the top bunk (Nadia had claimed bottom already) and sat down on the bottom to await some kind of instructions. Soon enough, Courtney swam through the crowd of girls around her and walked towards me.

"Hi, I'm Courtney. I'm the chaperone for the girl's side of the camp. What's your name?"

"...I'm Lilly. Does everyone here know you already?"

"Well, not everyone, but most of the girls do. I've watched a lot of these girls here since I was sixteen. Do you want to meet some of them?"

I didn't like the idea of a group introduction, but I figured I should get to know someone so I wouldn't be stuck with the hyperactive girl sleeping below me for the entire three weeks. Courtney walked me to the group of girls that were still in the doorway and introduced me. Everyone said hi and started to introduce themselves. A short, pale, blonde girl named Heather was first. A rather dark-skinned girl with light brown hair introduced herself as Sam. Two identical asian girls introduced themselves as Kayla and Layla, both about my height with straight black hair; the only way I could tell which was which was thanks to Layla's braces and Kayla's glasses. I knew the last girl already, but Nadia insisted on introducing herself again. Another girl in the bunk against the corner of the cabin sat quietly as I was introduced to everyone, not seeming willing to participate in the group.

"Well, she's kind of shy, but that's our other newcomer this year. Her name is Jenny." The girl looked at me but didn't make any motion to get up or say anything so I quickly smiled at her before leaving her be.

My parents found me in the mess of bodies and told me goodbye. The Counselor seemed to have disappeared as the parents started filing out the door. Courtney waited until everyone was gone and then began directing us to unpack our necessities and get comfortable. After we all unpacked, she started going over the rules and camp schedule. No going into the boys' cabin, lights out was ten o'clock, no leaving the camp grounds, etc. They had a ton of things planned to keep us busy during the time here, but there were allowances for free time each day. The most exciting thing on the activities list was archery practice, but only some of the kids would be allowed to do that. For the most part, the first day would just be introductions and getting familiar with the camp. With that in mind, Courtney led us on a tour. The boys' cabin was a couple hundred feet opposite the girls' cabin, while the Counselor, coaches, and lunch ladies would be in a building perpendicular to them. The lake was to the right of our cabin and a good walk away. There was a volleyball court by the lake and a field behind the boys' cabin where archery class and other activities would be held. All around the camp were trees. It seemed very secluded. Even the only path in was fifteen minutes of unpaved, winding roads surrounded by trees. After the tour was over, Courtney left us at the cabin for a bit to get to know each other before we met the boys at dinner. I sat on Nadia's bunk below my bed and talked for a bit, chatting with the other girls a bit to learn about them.

Nadia was from a rather wealthy family that sent her here every summer so they could go on business trips and have some rare time together. The twins were only second year campers but loved the camp so much last year they begged to come back. Sam had been here twice before and loved the lake since she was on the swim team at her school. Heather was here for her second year and seemed to love the wilderness and the freedom to read at almost any time. I still didn't get much out of Jenny, but I did learn that she was the youngest here, by far, at eight years old. Apparently her parents really wanted her in because I was told the age limit was nine to sixteen. Sam was running closest to the upper limit at fourteen. Nadia was twelve, soon to be thirteen. The twins were both ten and Heather was eleven. Everyone talked about the years before except Jenny and I. She eventually sat near us, but still didn't offer any words. I told them about my last few summers dancing and playing piano and quickly learned that there was a piano in the cafeteria that no one ever played. Our social time was cut short as Courtney came back and announced it was dinner time.

At dinner, we encountered the other half of the camp. A few of the boys talked to the twins, Nadia, and Sam. Heather seemed to be too far away from the ones she knew, but they still waved to her before she buried her head back into a book. A couple of them glanced my way and, after she noticed, Nadia loudly introduced me and Jenny as the new girls. The oldest boy, Mark, began introducing everyone on his side of the table. Mark himself was thirteen and a three year camp veteran. Kyle, Terry, and Phillip were second year campers and, coincidentally, were all ten years old. John was 11 and on his third year at camp. Luke was twelve but was only a second year camper. Finally, Mark introduced Sam, the only new boy this year. We quickly decided that he would be Little Sam to differentiate him from the girl Sam; He protested, but was quickly pushed into it by the other boys. We all joked around as we finished eating and I did my best to get to know the boys. I quickly became enthralled with Mark as he seemed to be the funniest boy there and was not at all shy around the girls. Sam picked on Little Sam for a while and Kyle and Terry paid a little too much attention to the Kayla and Layla. Phillip, Luke and John were relatively quiet, mostly laughing at everyone's jokes and throwing in small comments here and there. As it got darker outside, Courtney and the boys' chaperone, Greg, showed up to take us back to the cabins.

Courtney asked us if anyone wanted a shower before it was lights out and a few hands rose. I tentatively raised mine, but only because my parents' car was so hot in the backseat that I sweat almost the entire way here. She gathered up the girls that wanted a shower and walked us to the shower room in the back of the cabin. I quickly regretted raising my hand as I discovered a large, open room with shower heads lined up along two opposite walls. Of course it was open showering, it just had to be. Nadia was the first to start undressing, followed by the twins and Courtney. I blushed really hard and grabbed the bottom of my shirt, trying to will myself to lift it without anyone noticing my embarrassment. Courtney caught on quickly, however, and walked over to me and asked if I was okay showering with the other girls. I nodded a little slowly and she offered to stay behind and let me shower alone if I wanted. I knew I didn't want to draw any more attention to myself since I was already the new girl, but everyone's eyes were on me now; There was no way I could strip in front of them. My savior came in the form of shy little Jenny. She poked her head into the bathroom and looked down when she saw the other girls in their underwear. Courtney asked her what was wrong and she shyly asked if she could shower when everyone was done. Courtney smiled and asked if I would stay and shower with her, then asked if that was okay with her. Of course I agreed, but Jenny still seemed nervous. I promised her we could stand back to back to shower and she seemed to like that idea. Courtney still had to stay and keep an eye on us, but she promised to stay at the door so Jenny would feel better.

While we waited for the rest of the girls and Courtney to shower, we sat on the bench in the shower room, still dressed. Jenny kept her head to the floor, avoiding looking at the others while they were naked. I, however, found my eyes wandering. Dance class used to have us all change in the same room, but we never got past our underwear, and I never gave the girls there a second thought. These girls seemed completely carefree about seeing each others' bodies, so I told myself I should get used to seeing them, too. I knew that wasn't the entire truth, though, as my curiosity took charge and I examined some of them a little too closely. My eyes were drawn to Courtney first; her body was much more mature than the rest of them. Her breasts were rather big and were tipped with tiny, dark nipples that stood at attention in the showers. Her legs were pressed together as she washed them, but I could still see the outline of her lower lips in the gap between her thighs, which got my heart racing a little quickly. Shockingly, she was completely bare, and I had to wonder if she shaved or waxed to keep it so smooth. My eyes fixed on her and I felt myself getting a little warm when she looked over at me and Jenny, catching my gaze, and smiled. I averted my gaze so she wouldn't think I was staring, but my red cheeks may have betrayed that image. I decided to avoid looking at her and my eyes began to search the room again. The twins caught my gaze next, and I discovered they truly were identical. Layla's braces gave her away, but aside from them, I couldn't tell the two apart clothed or nude. Their skin was smooth and they were rather light-skinned for asian girls. They both had almost no breasts to speak of and their nipples were much darker than I expected. Kayla's legs were spread in my direction as she washed soap out of her hair and I got a good view of her still smooth labia just barely standing out between her legs; almost a perfect slit from front to back. I imagined Layla's was identical and soon confirmed as she turned my way as well. Finally, I looked to Nadia. First, I noticed that her chest wasn't completely flat and her nipples were a bright pink that contrasted her darker skin. As she shook her head under the spray of the shower, her still small breasts jiggled just a little. My gaze fell down and I saw her lips parted ever so slightly by a little pink ridge in the middle. My body felt rather odd as I tried my best to stare discreetly, but Nadia noticed just like Courtney had.

"You know you can join us if you want. There's no reason to be embarrassed." She said, sticking her tongue out at me and giggling. "Or you can just sit there and watch." She didn't mean it the way it sounded to me, but I still felt dirty for staring at them. I looked over to Jenny who was still looking intently at the floor. I asked if she was sure about me showering with her and she nodded almost imperceptibly. I reassured her that I would keep my back to her and she didn't respond. As I tried to figure out why she was so shy, Nadia and the twins walked over to the bench and grabbed their towels. Nadia stepped back and stood almost right in front of me as she dried her hair. She didn't move and I was treated to a show as she rubbed her body with the towel. Her tan seemed to cover every inch of her and I wondered how she avoided tan lines. Maybe her parents let her tan naked... My thoughts drifted to a place they never had before and I felt myself blushing again. As she put her panties on she told me to hurry up in the shower. I laughed a little and told her I would. She rushed out after throwing on a t-shirt and some sleeping shorts. The twins slipped into their underwear and nightshirts before heading back to the bunks. Courtney startled me as she walked over to the bench and told me it was time for us to shower.

"I know it's weird at first, but you get used to it. There's nothing to be ashamed of, you're all very pretty girls and no one here is going to judge you for how you look. Just take your time and you'll ease into it, okay?" Jenny remained quiet, but met Courtney's eyes before dropping her stare to the floor and blushing. Courtney's nakedness seemed to make her shyer than ever as she stood up and slowly started to undress. I felt my eyes dart back over Courtney's body as I smiled and nodded, feeling just a little jealous of her well-developed chest. She got dressed and sat on the bench where I had, turning away from the showers to give Jenny a little peace of mind. I picked one row of showers and Jenny took the other, both of us facing the wall as we stripped. The water on the floor was cold to my feet and I did my best to not get my pants wet when I pulled them off. I tossed them and my shirt over to the bench and paused for a second before sliding my panties to my ankles and carefully stepping out of them. I balled them up and missed my pants and shirt by a mile as I threw them across the bathroom. Courtney pushed them back a little so that they were with my clothes as I turned the knob for the hot water on. I had to quickly adjust with cold water as the girls before had already gotten the hot water flowing. The tiny bumps on my chest tightened into points as cold water flowed over me. I heard Jenny squeak and I instinctively turned to check on her. She had jumped out of the way of the water after making the same mistake I had. Steaming hot water splattered on the floor just behind her and I quickly darted to the cold water knob on her side, twisting it as fast as I could. The water evened out and she turned to thank me, apparently not remembered she was naked. I couldn't help myself as my eyes took in her tiny body. Her pale, flat chest had two light pink peaks on it and her legs squeezed two puffy, bald lips together as she realized she was still exposed. Her hands darted over her smooth crevice and her arms did their best to cover her tiny pink buds. She muttered a quick thank you and turned away from me, her eyes only meeting mine for a second as they darted down my body and back to the floor. Courtney was looking over her shoulder at us and asked if Jenny was okay, waiting for a quiet reply before turning her eyes back to the wall. I adjusted my water to a more comfortable temperature and quickly began my shower. I found myself glancing over my shoulder at Jenny and, a couple of times, almost catching her glancing at me. The warm, tingling feeling I had on the bench hadn't left as I stood where the girls I was ogling had before. My nether region felt different, like the water of the shower wasn't the only thing making me wet. I glanced over to Courtney, confirming that she wasn't looking, and slid a hand down myself and between my legs. Slipping a finger between my outer lips, I felt a slippery wetness. My hand lingered before sliding slowly back up my body, the sensation making me shiver. The usually soft ridge of skin at the top of my lips felt stiff against my finger. It was definitely more sensitive than I'd ever felt. I risked another, slower investigation. My hand slipped back between my legs and I gently slid my finger of the taut skin, making my body respond with a smooth, pleasurable feeling. I repeatedly checked for Courtney's eyes, praying she stayed invested in the wall over there. I rubbed back and forth over my new discovery, my body getting hotter and the slick wetness spreading between my legs. My breath got heavy as I rubbed, my knees feeling a little weak.

"Hurry up girls; It's almost time for bed." Courtney's voice echoed across the bathroom. I yanked my hand up to my chest, clasping against my other hand and looking behind me. I met Jenny's eyes as I realized she was watching me. We both turned our heads back to our respective walls. Was she watching the whole time? I felt my face heat up in embarrassment again and I quickly rinsed my body and turned off the shower. I dried off as fast as I could and started to get dressed as I heard Jenny's water turn off. She tiptoed to the bench and grabbed her towel to dry off. As we both got dressed, I gathered my stuff to leave. I followed Jenny to the door, but felt Courtney's hand on my shoulder. I could feel the guilt swelling in me as I waited for her to scold me.

"Thanks for staying with Jenny; She's really having a hard time without her parents here. I told you it wasn't so bad to shower with other girls, now is it?" Her hand gently squeezed my shoulder before I rushed to my bunk. Her words sounded a little off, like a hidden meaning lurked behind them. I hoped she hadn't seen me, but was glad that she pretended not to if she had. I climbed up on my bunk as I noticed Nadia was already tucked in and rolled over. I guess she spent all of her energy during the day, so she wiped out fast. The twins were whispering to Sam and Heather before jumping under their covers as Courtney walked back into the room. "All rights, it's lights out. You've all got a big first day tomorrow, so get some sleep. Lilly or Jenny, if you need me, I'm just behind this door. No matter what you need, just come get me, okay?" She flicked a light switch, darkening our room, and stepped into hers. Her light stayed on for a few minutes before she turned it off and I heard her door push to. As I glanced over to her room, I realized I could see into it as a light shone through her window. She slid under her covers as I rolled over, hoping my embarrassment would fade now that everyone was asleep. Maybe she didn't notice, or if she did, she would forget. As for Jenny, I had no idea what to hope for. As long as she stayed her usually quiet self, I couldn't imagine her talking about it. My mind faded into blankness as I slowly fell asleep.

Why has nobody bumped this yet?

I would love to see this continued!

I'm still working in the next update. Most of my writing has been at work lately, and we're getting busy towards the end of the year. I appreciate the bump, hopefully it'll allow more people to notice it the longer it's up on the front page. I'll see you guys in the next update.

>>19974
Yeah, some pretty good work, I would love to see more.. though I'd like to see the paragraphs opened up more. I think there's TOO much detail in some of the paragraphs. Just my two cents, though! Keep up the good work.

Well, I got another for you guys. Seriously, its tough to keep writing if I don't hear from you guys. Either there's only three people reading this, or you guys just aren't posting. I'm working on letting it be a little less detailed, I tend to get caught up in the little stuff. Well, enjoy you guys, and please give me some feedback so I can improve.

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I woke up in the middle of the night covered in sweat. My pajamas were too much

in the warmth of this cabin. I sat up and began to slip out of my night shirt

and shorts when I glanced into Courtney's room. I saw her squirming around in

her bed and wondered what she was doing. The light shining in her window

revealed that she was completely naked and her hand was between her legs. I

watched intently as I realized she was doing the same thing I started to in the

shower. I could hear her moaning as she worked her hand against herself. I got

closer to the edge of the bunk and hid behind the frame, just letting my eyes

peek over it. She was squeezing one of her breasts in her hand as her other hand

began sliding side to side over the top of her slit. She started shaking as her

legs rose and I saw her toes dig into the sheets. The hand on her breast

squeezed tighter as the supple flesh rolled with the movements of her body. I

heard her moans turn into a high pitched squeak as she stretched completely out

and her hips rose off of the bed. She slowed down for a second as she lowered

back to the mattress. Her rubbing didn't stop, though, and her breathing was

still heavy. I felt my body heating up again and I shamelessly shoved my hand

into my panties to see if I could finish what I started earlier. I quickly

discovered that my panties were soaking wet as they stuck to my skin. The slick

fluid from before was coating my groin and thighs, letting my fingers slide along

my sensitive skin with ease. Courtney had begun moving faster again, her fingers

rotating in broad circles over her own womanhood. I started breathing heavily

almost in time with her as my hand copied her motions. My body picked up where I

stopped earlier as if I had bookmarked the feeling. Courtney's rubbing had her

body quivering again and I felt my own body getting out of control. Laying on my

stomach, with my hand between my legs, wasn't working as well as I'd hoped,

however, and decided to risk laying on my back and watching her over my shoulder.

Save for my head hanging over the edge of the bunk bed frame, I mirrored her

position as best as I could and slid my sleeping shorts and panties to my knees.

I could feel my thighs sliding against each other as I repositioned, my wetness

spreading. As I got comfortable and started to slide my hand against my slick,

wet mound, Courtney stopped and I froze. After an eternal second, she lifted her

hips and slid her other hand underneath herself, her fingers meeting her other

hand between her legs. I carefully started to circle the stiff nubbin that felt

so good earlier as I saw her slide two fingers inside herself, right below her

other fingers. She sighed as they disappeared into her almost completely and

then she began to slide them back out. She thrust them in again before sliding

them right back out to the last knuckle. Her tempo began to pick up and she

resumed rubbing back and forth against her own stiffened bud. As her moans got

louder, I felt between my legs for the opening I had never given a second thought

before now. My fingers found it quickly and I pressed my index finger against

it, trying to go slowly. I grit my teeth and grabbed the sheets with my other

hand as my finger slipped in with almost no resistance. My body had been waiting

for that, or so it seemed, as I began to thrust into myself as she was. I felt

my palm slapping against the top of my slit, hitting the same spot I was rubbing

earlier. I tried to keep quiet, but couldn't control my voice as a moan slipped

out. I looked to her room and saw her still thrusting and rubbing, her body

tensing up again. As her legs lifted her off the bed, her fingers began pounding

into her as her other hand began moving faster than before. She didn't come down

for a full five seconds before her fingers flew out of her and I saw a stream of

something squirt out of her. She kept rubbing and another stream shot out,

splattering against her legs and sheets as her nether lips slid back and forth

against it. Her voice broke and a deep, throaty moan escaped. She slowed to a

stop and I ducked under my covers as she began to get up. I curled into a ball

on my side as I realized my finger was still buried inside of me. I started to

slide it out but stopped as I discovered it still felt way too good to keep

quiet. I peeked over to her door and saw her straightening her sheets and

putting panties and a shirt on. I adjusted to get a better look and held back a

gasp as my finger slid deeper into me. I felt my second knuckle against the

opening and couldn't help pushing it further. I pressed until my other fingers

were pressed against me, folding down as far as they could go to give me as much

length as my small finger could manage. Courtney got back in her bed and rolled

away from me, seeming to fall asleep within minutes. I carefully pulled my

finger back out and then all the way back in, realizing why she had so much

trouble controlling her body as a wave of pleasure washed over me. As I began to

thrust into myself as she had, I decided to push myself a little further. I

pressed my middle finger against my opening and felt it slowly slip inside of me.

I felt so full and my fingers felt so deep as I started to move them in and out.

A little curious, I spread them apart inside myself, stretching myself wide. It

was strange to be so lost in this feeling, but my curiosity was ever present even

now. I bent my fingers to the front of my insides and explored as deep as I

could. While I was doing this, I let my other hand slide in under the first and

continue rubbing me. As I twisted my fingers inside myself, I found a spot that

seemed especially sensitive. It felt different from rest, but I didn't think too

much of it as I began to push my fingers against it, sliding them back and forth

over it as I slid them in and out of myself. A rising sense of pleasure began to

overwhelm me as I worked my fingers in and on my soaking wet body. My toes began

to curl and my whole body tensed up as a sudden, rolling pleasure burst inside of

me. My hands continued of their own accord as my body demanded more. I knew I

was making noises, both from my mouth and between my legs, but I couldn't care

less as the powerful bolt of pleasure shot through me again. A third and final

rush of intense satisfaction embraced me as my fingers slid out of me and my hand

fell to the side. My thighs and pelvis were covered in slickness and I realized

I had no way to clean up. I considered just putting my panties back on and

hoping it would dry before morning, but I knew I had to clean up or I wouldn't be

able to sleep in the wetness. I grabbed my shorts and underwear and quietly

climbed out of the bed. As I tiptoed to the bathroom, I checked all the beds.

Everyone was fast asleep until I got to Jenny's bed; she wasn't in it. I checked

around the room quickly, but didn't see her anywhere. I hurried into the

bathroom and cleaned up, thinking I might have just been seeing things. She was

small and I could have easily missed her under the covers. I turned on a shower

as quietly as I could and washed myself off, getting both my sticky bodily fluids

and sweat off of me.

I felt much better as I shut off the water and dried off with my towel from

earlier. I grabbed my panties as realized that there was no way I could wear

them as wet as they were. I grabbed my shorts and put them on, deciding to go

without underwear for the time being. I put my shirt back on and snuck back to

my bunk. As I climbed in, I checked Jenny's bed. Sure enough, she was laying

down in it, facing away from me. It seemed unlikely that I could have missed

her, as obvious as she was now, but I dismissed the thought as my body urged me

to go back to sleep. Sleeping without panties proved to be more comfortable than

I ever thought it would be, except for the sheets below me being soaked. I

didn't have time to be too bothered by them, though, as I passed back out in

minutes.

I awoke to a bright light piercing my vision, blinding me as I tried to block it

out with my covers. I heard Courtney waking the other girls up knew she'd get to

me soon. My body refused to move and I did my best to pass back out. I was only

vaguely conscious when she reached my bed and shook me lightly. I grunted in

disapproval, but rolled over and sat up anyway. The other girls were all moping

around the room as I rubbed my eyes. I realized very suddenly that I never put

my underwear back on last night and that I only had sleeping shorts on. I felt a

very nervous chill as I knew I was expected to get dressed in the room with all

the other girls. I hopped off of my bunk quickly and tried to grab a pair of

underwear from my bag without anyone noticing. Nadia saw me, though, and looked

at me curiously. "You didn't change those last night?" She asked, yawning.

"I...kinda forgot. I guess I'm still not used to camp life, huh?" I said,

laughing half-heartedly. I took this as my chance to escape and ran to the

bathroom to slip my clean panties on. I got back to my bunk and picked some

jeans out for the day. Most of my clothes were pretty normal, but I packed as

many unique clothes as I could, hoping to impress the other campers. I squeezed

into a pair of faded jeans that I got two years ago. They were (too) small, but

I thought they were pretty because they had gold patterns sewn into them around

the back and front pockets. I picked a pink tank top to go with it, knowing it

would be warm today. I suddenly realized that not having a bra would be a

problem. My parents didn't think I was old enough for one, but I really wished I

had fought harder to get one. My tank top was too thin and in the cool air of

the dorm, my buds poked through the thin fabric, announcing their presence to the

world. I grabbed a t-shirt to throw on over my tank top and hoped the extra

layer would conceal my chest better. Courtney saw me putting on a second shirt

and asked if I would be okay in the heat with two shirts on. I brushed her

concern aside, not wanting to reveal my problem. She didn't push the issue and

she gathered up the rest of the girls to get breakfast.

At the dining hall, we all grabbed paper plates and loaded them up with eggs,

bacon, sausage and pancakes. I discovered that the twins and Heather wouldn't

eat meat, though, as they opted for cereal. I certainly didn't mind, as I took

more than my fair share of sausage and bacon. My parents loved breakfast food

and it was far from uncommon to have breakfast at night with them so I learned to

love it as much as they did. After we had been at the table for ten minutes, the

boys showed up looking tired and unhappy. Their chaperone, Greg, watched as they

got food before going to sit with Courtney. I noticed the two chaperones acting

awfully friendly and wondered if maybe they were closer than they told us. Nadia

apparently caught me watching them and confirmed my suspicions. "It's no secret,

those two have been dating ever since they chaperoned together for the first

time. From what Courtney's told us, they live a good ways apart from each other

and camp is the only chance they get to hang out for more than a few days at a

time. It’s really sweet, if you ask me."

Sam seemed to disagree with Nadia as she cut it, "It's not sweet, it’s awful.

Why would you date someone you can only see for three weeks a year? I would hate

it." The other girls joined the discussion and I learned that this wasn't the

first time the chaperones' relationship had been a topic of disagreement. I kept

my opinion to myself around the girls, but I had to agree with Nadia a little

more than the others. They must really care about each other if they wait for

summer to roll around every year before they get to see each other. I bet they

would have been devastated if camp hadn't happened this year. I stayed quiet

until the boys got to the table and the topic changed to how many of us had ever

had a relationship. I proudly bragged about my boyfriend from a couple of years

ago, but I quickly felt silly as Sam talked about her boyfriend back in her town

and how much time they spent together. Nadia admitted to having a boyfriend last

year, but they broke up because her parents found out and didn't like her dating.

Heather had one recently, but she hadn't talked to him since she transferred to

another school, so she pretty much assumed it was over. The boys bragged about

their girlfriends and I felt myself get a little jealous when Mark admitted to

having a girlfriend two years ago that he shared his first kiss with. The boys

teased him about only getting that far with her, but I felt relieved when he

refuted the idea that they had gone further. We all went back and forth for a

bit before Layla asked Jenny if she'd ever had a boyfriend. Sam sniggered and

commented that she was too little for that.

"I had a boyfriend. My parents didn't like him, though. They said he was too

old for me. I think he stopped liking me because ever since then, I haven't seen

him." She said this like she was proud at first, but her eyes showed more

sadness as she finished her thought. None of us really expected that, and it put

the brakes on our talk very quickly. Nobody said anything as we waited for the

silence to break. Courtney and Greg interrupted our awkward stares to Jenny and

let us know it was time to get ready for camp to really start.

We all met in between the boys' and girls' cabins and Greg and Courtney

introduced our coaches. Mr. and Mrs. Hardy took over our assembly and told us

about themselves. They had been married for a while and had been coming to coach

at the camp for several years. Mr. Hardy was a small business owner and had

several small gyms and a mixed martial arts dojo in his hometown. Mrs. Hardy was

a personal trainer and worked at a medical clinic helping people recover from

major surgeries and injuries. They were a picture perfect couple and you could

tell they really cared about each other just by listening to them. They soon

told us that our first activity at camp would be trust exercises. I should have

expected something like that from them. It fit their wholesome vibe too well.

Within minutes, we were led one by one onto the stage to do a trust fall. The

group stood below the stage and the first volunteer, John, got on stage. Mr.

Hardy told him how to fall so he wouldn't hit the edge of the stage and left it

up to him to decide when to fall. A couple other boys went and soon it was

Mark's turn. I inched closer to the stage and made sure to be under him when he

fell. He leaned back and I raised my hands. He landed softly as Nadia, Sam,

Kyle, Terry, and I supported him. The others around us did their best to help as

we shuffled around to lower him to the ground. My hand somehow found its way to

his lower back and I blushed as Nadia shifted and my hand landed squarely on his

butt. I almost dropped my arms and wound up clenching my fingers to fight the

instinctual reaction. I felt him jump a little and I knew he noticed. As we

lowered him to the ground, I did my best to not blush and act oblivious. He

looked at me and smiled a little as I realized he was blushing, too. I smiled

back and laughed a little. Mrs. Hardy saw us looking at each other and

volunteered me to be next. I refused, not quite ready to fall off of a stage

into this crowd quite yet. They had done this several times before, but I was

still unfamiliar with most of them. As I shook my head, Mark whispered to me,

"Don't worry, I'll catch you. I promise." His words made me more nervous, but

my legs reluctantly carried me up the stairs. I turned my back to the group and

decided that nothing could ever be more terrifying than that exact moment. My

body fought itself as I slowly leaned back and felt gravity taking over. My legs

gave way and I started falling back, the short fall feeling like a fifty foot

drop for a whole second. It ended as quickly as it began, however, as I felt

hands supporting me from below. I looked at the crowd below me and laughed as

they passed me to the ground. Before my feet touched down, I felt a firm squeeze

on my backside and I looked back and saw Mark grinning. "Gotcha back." He said.

Not long after we finished trust falling, we shared personal stories about

ourselves. I learned that Sam was a state champion swimmer last year and the

Heather wanted to be an author. The twins talked about their heritage, but also

told us that they were only three quarters Japanese. Nadia told us all about her

first year at camp and Jenny told us her name and favorite color, doing her best

to get offstage quickly. I got on stage and talked about dance class and, after

some crowd enthusiasm, showing them a short dance routine. The boys went next,

though I stopped paying attention until Mark got on stage. He talked about how

he'd gone deep sea diving last year with his father after camp and about how much

fun he had at camp every year. Mr. and Mrs. Hardy took back over after this and

told us that we'd be playing dodge ball today. We were lined up and team

captains were decided. Naturally, Mark got one spot and Sam got the other. I

hoped Mark would pick me, but Sam picked first and my hopes were crushed as she

pointed at me. "Your moves on stage seemed like they might help here, don't

disappoint me girl." I nodded and figured I should just be happy I wasn't picked

last. After all was said and done, it was Me, Sam, Nadia, Luke, Terry, John, and

Layla against Mark, Heather, Kyle, Kayla, Jenny, Little Sam and Phillip. We all

stood in opposite lines about fifty feet apart. Mr. Hardy blew his whistle and

we all rushed to the middle in a bid to get a ball. Five balls disappeared in an

instant as I managed to get one and both sides backed off. I held onto my ball

and realized we had the advantage as Mark's team only had two of the balls. They

rushed in close and Mark managed to clip Phillip. Our advantage disappeared as

Kayla tagged Layla, strangely enough. Our side had all the balls now, and Kayla

was pegged by Nadia as she tried to run back from getting her sister. Kyle went

to grab the ball from behind his fallen teammate and I took my chance. I darted

forward and threw the ball as hard as I could at him. It caught him in the

shoulder just as he touched the ball on the ground. At some point during those

few seconds, though, Heather had grabbed a ball and I saw her lock onto me as I

tried to regain my balance and reverse my momentum. She reared back and launched

the ball at me. I reacted without thinking and spun right past the ball, dodging

it by mere inches. I turned back and saw Mark with another ball, looking right

at me. I didn't even have time to blink before it was flying my way. Sam came

to my rescue, however, and knocked his ball away with one of her own. She threw

her ball his way and barely missed before we both back pedaled. Our teams had

shriveled quickly as I realized it was only Me, Sam, and Nadia now. Mark still

had Little Sam, Jenny, and Heather. Three balls flew our way and we managed to

dodge two and catch one, taking Little Sam out of the game. Mark and Jenny had

the other two balls and stepped back, refusing to give us all the ammunition. I

picked up a ball close to me and I saw Nadia and Sam with their own. We all

rushed forward and they went first, Nadia aiming for Mark and Sam trying to get

Jenny. I found Heather and threw my ball at her, almost missing as she tried to

jump out of the way. She chose the wrong direction, however, and I caught her in

the stomach. Jenny got tagged as well and it was down to Mark. He grabbed a

second ball and rushed towards us as we all did our best to run away. I saw him

tag Nadia out and prepare to throw again. Sam tripped and almost fell as his

ball found a home right between her shoulder blades. It was one on one now. I

never imagined I'd be facing off with him. I rolled to the ball that got Nadia

and picked it up, blocking a third incoming ball from Mark's side. He had one

ball left and I scrambled to my feet as he prepared to throw it. He missed me by

a lot and I threw my ball back at him, feeling my heart jump as he almost caught

it. I found another ball on my side and ran towards it. He recovered the ball

I'd just thrown at him faster than I could move, though, and it came screaming my

way. I felt my legs crash into the dirt as I slid under his toss, reaching my

goal. I grabbed the ball and rolled back towards the halfway line. I hopped up

and found him back stepping. I could have torn a muscle throwing as hard as I

did, my ball pounding against his chest, right between his hands. He fell back

and I jumped up in celebration. I realized I hit him harder than I thought,

though, and ran over to check on him. He coughed a little bit as I asked him if

he was okay. He looked at me and then the other campers as they rushed onto the

field. Finally, after he took a minute to catch his breath, he joked, "Who's up

for round two?"

Camp was turning out to be more fun than I had ever hoped.

Sorry about the spacing, I keep my files in .txt format but I use Word to spellcheck and it looks like that screwed up the format this time. Maybe it won't be impossible to read that way.

It really does make it hard to read, as it all turns into a rushed jumble in my head with no natural pauses. It might just be the formatting, and I know you got feedback recommending that you take out some of the detail, but it seemed like the previous style was better. Yay contradictory feedback, eh?

>>20018
I humbly request moar

Contradictory feedback is still better than no feedback. Honestly, I didn't start thinning the details as much here as I may in the next update. I'll try not screwing the format up next time and see if that helps. I actually had this one mostly finished when I was told to try thinning it out. Let me know if it's better or worse next update and I'll do what I can to find a happy medium.

Aside from the spacing this was great. Either level of detail works fine for me. Can't wait for more.

I like the double spacing, it's much easier to read. Other than that, more juicy bits!

This story is above average by any measure. Keep it up!

I'm really hoping to update before the weekend. I should be able to finish the next update later today barring some unexpected incident. Thanks for all the responses guys, it definitely helps me keep up the writing. Looking forward to getting this one really moving soon.

Here's update number 4. I'm not sure of the direction I took it this chapter. I had it one way and rewrote it to what's up now. I think it'll work better like this, but I'd like to hear what you guys think, as always. Enjoy!

P.S. I want to add more erotic content soon, but I want to build it up at least a little bit. Try not to get too impatient with me.

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I stepped into the bathroom with the other girls, preparing myself to face the challenge this time. We had all worked up a sweat playing dodge ball and hiking today. Mr. and Mrs. Hardy kept us busy almost until dark. I'm pretty sure I fell asleep during dinner, but I was wide awake as the other girls started stripping to get showers. Jenny had fallen asleep as soon as we got in, so I couldn't use her as an excuse this time. Nadia was already completely naked and heading towards a shower. Sam was in the showers next, followed by Heather, and the others weren't far behind. I realized Courtney was waiting on me as I looked over at her. She was already down to her underwear as she looked at me, waiting for a reaction. I smiled, nervously, as I pulled my shirt up. My tank top followed, then my shorts. I powered through my embarrassment and quickly yanked my panties off, keeping my eyes down. Slowly, I raised my head and realized that no one was paying any attention to me. I picked the last shower on the right side of the room and began to wash myself off. I glanced around the room at the girls all around me, sneaking looks at their naked bodies. I remembered watching Courtney last night and felt myself getting lost in my thoughts. Of course, my daydreaming was cut short as Nadia turned to me and almost shouted, "So, you like Mark, huh?"

I jumped at her words and turned my body away from her stare. She either didn't notice or didn't care as she stood there, waiting for me to say something. I stuttered a bit and tried to deny it. I knew she would see through it, 'girls my age have a terrible poker face' my father had told me. I blushed as she started laughing. "I knew it! Do you think he likes you back? I saw you two at the trust fall. I bet he does." That last bit caught someone else's attention.

"What happened at the trust fall?" Heather asked. Sam joined the discussion as they both looked my way.'

"Nothing, really. I just...when he fell I..." It felt like I was on trial. Nadia was still laughing as she tried to out me to the others.

"Lilly grabbed his butt when he fell!" She managed to yell it across the shower room as she continued laughing. The twins turned around at that point, suddenly a lot more interested. All of them laughing did not help as I turned bright red. Courtney listened from across the shower room, but didn't intervene.

I looked back to Nadia and tried to defend myself. "Well...he touched mine, too!" I said, a little louder and angrier than I intended. The twins giggled and watched as Sam and Nadia looked at me in disbelief. They didn't believe me at first, so I stood my ground. "Really. He did it back when you guys were putting me down. He said it was just to get me back, but still...he really did."

Heather spoke up first, "No way. Mark wouldn't do that. He's always been the nicest guy and hasn't made a move on any of us before. Why would he do that to you?" She sounded jealous.

Nadia stepped over to me and stared me down. She didn't say anything for a full minute, drilling her gaze into my eyes. Finally, she backed up a step. "I'll believe you, but if he really did it, then he'll make a move on you again. Next time, one of us has to see it, or I say you're lying." She stood near me for another minute before walking back to her shower. Heather stayed quiet the rest of the shower. I realized that there was a pretty well established power structure here. Nadia definitely had the final say over the girls, just like Mark did over the boys.

Sam came over to me as I washed soap out of my hair. She whispered to me, telling me not to go to sleep, then went back to her shower. I stayed quiet as well, going over her words in my head as I quickly finished bathing. The rest of the girls were right behind me as we all got dressed for bed. I climbed into my bunk over Nadia and buried myself in the covers. I slept in my panties tonight, the scene in the showers ripping my nervousness away like a band aid. I rolled for a while and waited. It felt like hours had passed before anything happened. I saw movement below me and felt someone's hand shaking me. I rolled over and saw Sam and Nadia in their clothes. I stared at them, confused, until they told me to get dressed quickly and quietly. I softly hopped down from my bed and slipped into some shorts and a t-shirt. I followed as the two girls led me outside. I checked behind us to make sure Courtney and the others hadn't heard, but quickly moved on to keep up with Nadia as she led the way. We came out in front of the lake and I saw Mark and Luke waiting for us. Nadia took off to the edge of the water and I realized what they were planning as she began to strip. Sam took her shirt off and threw it at me, “Don’t worry, no one's going to make you. I won't lie, though; you'll be the biggest chicken I've ever met if you don't go with us."

She took off towards the water, too, stripping as she went. Luke was right behind her. I looked over at Mark who had already taken his shirt off. I forced my eyes to meet his and he grinned at me, almost laughing. "Don't worry; I won't look unless you look first." He turned and ran to the water, losing his shorts and underwear as he ran. I watched as they all jumped into the water and I nervously grabbed the hem of my shirt. Mark and Sam looked back at me and I knew I couldn't disappoint them. I pulled my shirt over my head and started running towards them. My shorts were next. I felt less nervous as I got closer to the water. Maybe that's why they all ran. Either way, I was naked before I felt wet sand under my feet.

I dove into the water as quickly as possible, less worried about my nakedness than it just being cold at this point. As I jumped back up to the surface, I shook my hair out and shivered as the temperature caught up with me. It really was freezing without the sun out. I could feel my nipples stiffening and I stifled the urge to cover myself as Mark looked over at me. We were all at least waist deep, but that didn't do us girls any favors as our chests were still exposed. Mark's eyes followed me closely as I got closer to the group and dipped back under the water, swimming towards them. They laughed as Nadia splashed Luke and Mark, Sam joining her quickly. Mark splashed back, throwing a lot more water than they could manage. Luke dove towards Nadia and took her under the water rather quickly. Sam tried to take Mark down and I quickly swept his legs out from under him as I made it out to them. Nadia and Luke were wrestling and I couldn't help but steal a few glances as they bounced in and out of the water. Nobody seemed to have any problem being so close to each other despite being naked, so I did my best to pretend it was no big deal. Finally, Sam and I took Mark under the water and tried to hold him down as he struggled. I kept a strong grip on his legs and I saw Sam sitting on him as she held his hands. He rolled and threw her off, though, causing me to lose my grip on his legs, too. He jumped up and caught his breath as Sam and I did the same. I was laughing, still fighting my nervousness. I'd never seen any boy aside from my Dad naked and now I was skinny dipping with two. Not to mention how physical we had gotten.

I looked over at Mark and he was saying something to Luke. Suddenly, Nadia began to climb on Luke's shoulders and Mark turned to me. I started to back away before Sam caught me. "Sorry kid, I'm too big for him to hold up. No way he'll win like that. Come on, it'll be fun." Mark slipped under the water and I felt his hands slide up my legs as he lifted me up on his shoulders. Sam kept me from falling and I squealed a little as I felt my groin pressing into his neck. His hands were on my thighs and he looked up at me. His smile was devious, but calming.

"You got this, right Lil?" I couldn't tell, honestly, but I nodded anyway. He moved to Luke and Nadia, who were waiting patiently. Nadia yelled as they charged each other and I reached out to grab her hands as she attempted to push me off of Mark. Struggling against her had my body writhing on top of Mark, his neck providing rather pleasant friction as I moved. Nadia and I wrestled to a stalemate. I felt Mark losing his balance and I could feel myself losing strength, too. Nadia was pretty tough. Suddenly, Luke toppled over, taking Nadia with him. I tried to let go but she drug me down with her as I realized Sam had tackled them. Mark fell with us, his head still between my thighs. I struggled to get free of Nadia and move off of Mark under the water when I felt Mark's head slip out from under me, his hands taking time to run down my legs as he did. My body begged for more as I realized how excited I had gotten just being out here like this. As I managed to stand I looked to Mark, smiling nervously. We played in the water for a while longer, Sam proving she was the quickest of us off of land and Mark proving to be a close second. I couldn't get enough of Mark as I got close to him as much as possible. He seemed to like it, too, his hands taking every chance to touch me anywhere they could. Sooner than I really wanted, Nadia decided we should probably head back.

As we got to the edge of the water, I glanced over at Mark and Luke. My eyes caught their more masculine features and I felt my cheeks flushing a little. We all grabbed our clothes and I realized we would have to go back naked or risk ruining them. I looked over at Mark again, knowing they'd be heading the other direction. Nadia headed back to the camp and Sam followed her, both of them waving to the boys. Luke started back as well and I paused as Mark walked over to me. He grabbed my hand and moved in to kiss me. I felt his lips pressing against mine and began to kiss back. Despite the cold water, he felt pretty warm as our bodies got closer together. I felt something warm pressing against my lower body as we kissed. His tongue pushed past my lips and into my mouth as his hands touched my cheeks. I did my best to keep standing as my body melted; my heart was racing. I stared at him a second longer before looking over to her. "Come on! We've gotta get back you lovebirds!" I rushed to catch up to them and felt butterflies in my stomach as the two girls looked at me knowingly. "I guess you weren't lying after all, huh?"

We got back to the camp rather quickly and we quietly snuck in. I noticed Jenny's bed was empty again and I stopped to make sure I wasn't just seeing things again. The other two went ahead without me, but made sure to tell me to hurry up. I checked her bed, but it really was empty. As I turned to head to the showers, I nearly screamed as the shy little girl appeared in front of me. "What are you doing up, Jenny? Its way past your bedtime!" I whispered a little loudly, still more shocked than rational. She looked at me and turned her face away, taking her eyes off my body intentionally.

"Why are you guys naked?" Her words were quiet and low, but pointed.

I tried to think of something to tell her, but nothing logical came to mind. "Jenny, you need to get in bed, okay? We were just out having some fun. We weren't doing anything bad."

Jenny kept looking away from me. A silent minute passed and I began to wonder if she was ignoring me or too embarrassed to talk to me. I did my best to cover myself with my clothes in hand, but was struggling to figure out what her deal was. Finally, she let her eyes travel back to me, keeping her head turned away. "I saw you guys at the lake. The boys, too. You and Mark." I didn't have anything to say to that. She fidgeted a little and I realized she was as nervous as I was. This was the most I'd heard her talk since I met her. "Make me a promise and I won't tell, okay?" I nodded slowly. "Show me what you did last night. Then I won't tell." I hesitated, but knew that Nadia and Sam had to be almost done with their showers, so I agreed.

"I will, but not right now, okay? They're waiting on me in there and they'll get suspicious if they see us talking. Lie down and try to sleep, okay?" She looked at me a second longer, her eyes darting across my body, before she stepped past me and lay down. "Thanks Jenny..."

I slipped into the shower and caught up with the other two. Nadia was turning her shower off and Sam was rinsing her hair. I stepped under my own shower and bathed quickly, not worrying about getting too clean. My mind was racing as I went over my day. Trust exercises, skinny dipping, and sneaky little Jenny. Nadia and Sam were back in their bunks and passed out before I got back to mine. I looked over at Jenny and saw she was still in her bed. I hoped she didn't expect me to show her tonight; I was far too exhausted. I climbed into my bunk and flopped onto the bed. I wondered how much she saw last night, how she managed to catch us tonight, and finally, my mind drifted to Mark as I began to fall asleep. I really hoped he was thinking about me, too.

>>20053
you have a good pace of story here, so I'd say that there's no need to rush the erotic content for the sake of it. it's already very pleasant to read.

This is wonderful

Well, here's part five. Hope you guys enjoy it. I'm trying to get some of my ideas for the story out there without cramming them in too much. I want it all to fit and flow at least somewhat naturally. Let me know what you think.

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Courtney woke me up in the morning and I soon discovered what my parents had always tried to tell me about staying up late. I was absolutely exhausted from the night before, but I couldn't convince myself to be unhappy about it. Last night had been the most fun I'd ever had in my life. We were led to breakfast again and discovered that the boys were running late. I was worried that they had been caught getting back, but sighed in relief as they filed into the cafeteria later on. I saw Mark and blushed as he looked at me. We both smiled at each other and he sat across from me after they all got their food. Nadia and Sam looked over at me and laughed, silently teasing me about Mark. He said nothing and just smiled whenever I looked at him.

The girls finished eating first and word soon got around that Mark and I were an item. I didn't know what to say as the others gossiped back and forth about it. I had never asked him and he had never mentioned it, so I wasn't sure. By the time we were all done and being ushered into the middle of the camp, I had to begun to stress about it. What if he didn't like me that way? Why else would he kiss me like that, though? Did he feel the same way I did about it? I couldn't focus on the Hardys as I wracked my brain trying to come up with an answer. I knew I was just being insecure, but I guess that was to be expected from a girl my age...I really need to stop talking to my dad. I snapped back to reality as the coaches announced that it was time to start our activity for the day. I had no idea what we were doing, so I just followed the group. I tried to catch up to Mark but he was surrounded by the other guys like always. I managed to catch up with Sam, however, and ask what we were doing. She told me we were playing Soccer and I realized I should have been paying attention when we were being told how to play because I had no idea. 'Time to learn by doing', I thought.

We reached a big grass field with faint markings and two goals at either end. It didn't seem like it was exclusively for soccer, but they had definitely used it for that before. The teams were picked and I lucked out, winding up on Mark's team this time. I spent most of the game trying to keep up with the group. We really didn't score very much, both teams ending with only two goals each the first game. The coaches decided a tie was okay for the first game. I managed to score a goal in match two, making our score three points right before the game ended. Everyone on the team high fived me, but I couldn't act too enthusiastic as my mind wandered back to Mark. I tried to focus on the game in the third match. I was able to get the ball on our side pretty well, but I couldn't get near the goal and I had trouble finding someone to pass to before the ball was taken back from me. As the ball neared our goal in the last few minutes, I tried to get a goal in but wound up being crushed between Heather and Kayla. After that, the coaches put me out of the game since they thought I'd been hit pretty hard. The coaches didn't want another tie, and both teams were at one point this game, so they played until Mark's team managed to score again. Finally, as we all headed back to the cafeteria, I caught up with Mark.

"Great game, huh? Sucks that you got hit there at the end, you could've scored again if that hadn't happened." He was still breathing hard and sweating.

"Yeah, it was lots of fun. So, can I ask you something?" I really didn't expect him to say no, but I couldn't quite get up the courage to just blurt it out.

"Sure, what's up?" He acted so casual with me now. It didn't feel like last night at all.

"I...about last night, wha-" He quickly covered my mouth and shook his head. He glanced over to the group and I realized just how close we were to everyone. Was he embarrassed to be with me?

"Lil, don't worry about it, okay?" He winked at me when he said it, still cautious of what the others heard. I nodded and decided not to push it any further. I still didn't understand fully, but his words always had a way of calming me down.

At lunch, everyone was still really pumped up about the game. The fact that it was a tie caused a huge debate about who actually won. The argument ended the same way our first game had, a complete stalemate. I didn't jump in until someone mentioned me almost scoring at the end. Heather apologized for running me over and Kayla reflected her sentiment. I didn't hold it against them, it was fun regardless. I managed to stop worrying about Mark most of the time, but every time he talked or my eyes caught his, I still felt so lost. I knew he wouldn't lie to me, but why was he so secretive about it? As lunch ended, we all went back to the field and the coaches told us we could have some time to relax. Nobody wanted to play on a full stomach anyway.

As I was wandering around the edge of the field, waiting for the guys and Mark to get done wrestling over something, I felt a hand grab me and yank me into the woods. I turned to see Sam. She looked a little angry and I stepped back a bit. "What are you thinking? You can't talk about last night in the open like that! We'd be in huge trouble if the others found out about it. Look, I know this is all really new to you, but you've got to be more careful, okay?" I nodded and didn't say anything. I must have looked scared, which wasn't entirely untrue, because she sighed and apologized. "I'm not mad, alright? I just don't want us to get sent home or banned from this camp altogether. I had a lot of fun last night, but it has to be a secret. We invited you because we trust you, don't ruin that." She stepped out of the woods and I waited a few seconds before following.

I found Mark sitting on the ground in the field and plopped down near him, being careful not to sit too close. I checked around us and made sure everyone was a sufficient distance away before speaking to him. "I'm sorry. I didn't even think about the others hearing me. Sorry..." I waited for him to respond, but was surprised when he started laughing.

"Don't worry about it, Lil. I'm not so worried about that like Sam and Nadia are. I just didn't want you to make too many enemies just yet. Look, I really like you, but you've got to be careful about who sees us doing what around here. Nobody's said anything to you, I'd imagine, but more people know about us than you think. That's not going to make everyone very happy. Actually, look around a bit and you'll see what I'm trying to say." I sighed in relief internally, but took a look around as he'd suggested. I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary until I saw Heather, Nadia, and the twins in a circle. They were all talking, except Heather; she was looking pretty intently at me and Mark. I tried not to let her see me watching them, but she noticed and looked away. "I told you, you've gotta be careful. Don't let it get to you, though. After everything's said and done, we're all friends here. We'll work it out." He got up as he said that and waved goodbye to me, heading towards the rest of the guys as they started to race each other.

We played around on the field for a while before the coaches finally came and told us we were going on a hike through the woods. They paired us all up before we went hiking and I wound up with Jenny. Mark had Little Sam with him and it honestly seemed like a good idea, since Mark was so good with him. Little Sam and Jenny were oddballs around the camp activities, either being too young or too small for a lot of things, but they still seemed like they were having fun. Getting paired with Jenny quickly reminded me of last night, though. I wondered if maybe it was a dream and I was just too tired to tell at the time, but she gave me a look that dismissed that thought quickly. I cringed as I realized that she still intended for me to keep my promise. I couldn't really tell her as much as she hoped; I had only done it that once. As we headed off into the woods, I grabbed her hand and walked as instructed. The coaches didn't bother us too much beyond showing us where to go and doing headcounts at random. We wound up going up a pretty steep hill to find the top of whatever we'd been hiking through. We all sat down at the top on logs that seemed like they had been put there years ago.

We all talked and I soon noticed that Heather refused to talk to me directly. She still looked a little mad whenever I saw her looking at me. I was still trying to figure out what her deal was when Jenny surprised me. "Come on, you gotta take me to pee." I looked at her a little funny, confused. "Coach said so."

I didn't argue and followed her into the woods. She led me pretty far out before we stopped. We were in a rather secluded area of the woods, but we were by no means hidden. I looked at her standing in front of me, expecting her to go to the bushes and pee, but she didn't. "What is it? Don't you have to go?"

"No, not really." She looked at me a little shyly. "I want you to show me."

"Show you...that? Here?! Jenny, we could get in huge trouble doing that."

She didn't budge. "You promised."

I couldn't believe her. She wanted me to just drop my shorts in the middle of the woods and show her? Why couldn't she wait? "Jenny, that's probably not a good idea. Isn't there anything else I can do?"

She stood in place and didn't say anything. I waited for an answer, but it seemed like she might not say anything. I started to ask again and she stepped up to me, grabbing her shorts and pulling them down quickly. "Touch me." She still wasn't big on words, a feeling I could understand at the moment. I stared down at her in shock and stuttered.

"You mean...down there?" She nodded and I realized she was blushing really hard. I hadn't noticed it before, but she was really cute. "Well...if you really want me to. Just...promise you won't tell? About last night or this, okay?"

She nodded again and I sighed. I knelt down in front of her and tried not to look directly at her panties. My hand shook as I gently lifted it and touched the front of her pelvis. She didn't move at all. I moved my fingers a little and slid my hand down further, filling the gap between her legs with my fingers. I tried not to stare, but I couldn't help but watch as I touched her. She watched my hand as I began to push my finger against her. She was hot between her legs and I soon realized my own body was heating up as well. I rubbed back and forth over her panties, being gentle while slowly pushing further into the soft lips underneath. I felt my finger sinking in a little and tried to find the spot that I had rubbed on myself. Her breathing got really heavy and I kept exploring her through her underwear. A dark, damp spot started growing under my finger as she started breathing harder. I looked up at her and saw she had her eyes closed. She had really gotten into it. I felt my body begging me to give it some attention and I slowly slid my other hand into my shorts. I started to rub myself in little circles as I did the same to her. I felt light headed as the pleasure got stronger. My fingers were almost moving on their own. That familiar bubble of pleasure started building inside me.

I almost jumped when she reached down and stopped my hand. I froze. She looked at me silently before she slowly slid her panties down then guided my hand back in between her legs. I resumed touching her, the feeling of her soft skin made me go crazy. I slid a finger inside myself and pressed into her, trying to find her entrance. She leaned forward just a little and my finger slid into her. She squealed a little and I paused. She was really hot and soaking wet inside. She reached down and started to rub herself, giving me all the permission I needed to begin thrusting my finger into her. I felt myself getting close to that feeling again and began pressing my palm against the top of my slit as my finger stroked me from the inside. Jenny had started to twitch as she rubbed herself and I did my best to keep a steady rhythm with my finger. I felt my knuckles bumping against her as my finger went as deep as it could go. She started to whimper a little as I thrusted, clearly stifling her voice. Her legs squeezed closed and she dropped down to her knees, barely catching herself on her hands. I slid my finger out of her and leaned back as I got closer. Her eyes looked glazed over as she watched me, my body convulsing as pleasure coursed through me. I fought myself, trying not to make much noise, but quiet moans and gasps still slipped out. My legs and arm gave out as I pulled my fingers from myself, still just barely aware that the others had to be expecting us back any minute.

Jenny pulled her shorts and panties back up after a long minute. I soon did the same, both of us still catching our breath. I glanced at her and she looked back at me. I wanted to be mad at her for making me do that out here, but I couldn't. I fixed her hair and pulled a few leaves out of mine, realizing we both looked a little worn out. Hopefully nobody would notice, since we'd been hiking. I stood up and she grabbed my hand, standing close by me.

"...Thanks." Her voice was still a little shaky, but her smile as she looked up at me made me very happy for some reason.

"I...I guess it wasn't so bad. We've gotta get back though, okay?" She nodded and kept pace with me as we headed back.

The others were getting ready to head back as we returned. "You two get lost?" Nadia asked.

"Almost, I guess I'm not so good with directions..." I hoped that would be all I'd hear about it.

The coaches gathered us up and we headed back down the hill. I discovered just how uncomfortable it is to hike with that slick wetness soaking your underwear and I could only guess that Jenny got that, too, as she walked a little off balance the whole way back. As tired as we all were, not much talking was heard until we made it back to the cafeteria for dinner. I sat next to Mark but tried to talk to the others more than I paid attention to him, doing my best to heed his advice. The sky was dark as we headed back to our cabins after eating. Jenny stayed near me the whole time and I realized that she was pretty well attached to me now. I hadn't really expected to ever do that to her, in fact, I had dreaded just showing her, but now I felt myself smiling a little as I thought about it. My mind wandered to other things as I headed into the showers with the other girls. For the first time since camp started, Jenny showered with us, picking the shower next to mine. She smiled the whole time, still quiet, but definitely happier. It wasn't long before we all hit the bunks and passed out, most of us still exhausted from the hike.

Next? I, for one, am perfectly ready to hear more. I am a firm supporter of skinny dipping rights for younger teenagers. For, um, bathing suit... conservation reasons...

I'm working on the next chapter pretty hard. It starts off with a lot more erotic content than I intended, but I'm sure that won't be a problem here. Unless I split it for some reason, this should be a really long chapter for the story. So, how are you guys feeling about Mark and Lilly? Also, any requests? I'm pretty sure there will be more skinny dipping, and I'm open to including a lot of other stuff.

loved last chapter. dont care what happens regarding mark but lilly x jenny is great!

I just have to say, for me this isn't just great, it's perfect. Literally everythibg that I might have hoped would happen happened. I don't know how you're doing it but you're matching my preferences 1 for 1. I'm not worried about what you're doing next because at this point I trust you. Keep up the great work.

Alright, part six is up. I'm trying to flesh out the characters a bit, but I've never been good at character development. Honestly, they may still be the same boring kids they were when this started. Either way, hope you guys enjoy it. Thanks for all the responses and I'm glad at least a few of you like it. Hopefully I will continue to deliver what you want.

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Mark slid his hand down into my shorts, his fingers deftly stroking my sensitive skin. I squirmed as he kissed me, our tongues dancing in each others' mouths. He moved his kisses to my cheek, then my neck, before latching onto my earlobe. His tongue flicked over my skin as his fingers slowly slid inside me. I felt my legs tensing as I gripped his arm and the ground beneath me. I moaned his name as he thrust into me, my body begging for release. I felt myself nearing that feeling. Just a little bit more and-

"Lilly!" Nadia's voice startled me, tearing me away from the most pleasant dream I think I'd ever had.

"What?" I asked, trying to sound a little irritated. My body was buzzing as I slowly returned to the world of the living; that uncomfortable wetness had returned.

"Jeez, you look like you just got done running a marathon. And you liked it. You alright?" Her voice was low and I realized it was still pitch black outside.

"I...yeah, I think so. What's going on? I need to eventually sleep, you know."

"Well you can sleep later, Courtney just snuck out. Wanna go see what she's up to?"

"Honestly? No. I want to sleep, that hike nearly killed me. She's probably going to get food from the cafeteria or something." I didn't think I could get out of the bed if I wanted to, I probably would've dripped all over the floor. Why was I so wet? What was I dreaming about?

"Well too bad, I'm not going alone. Besides, if she was going to the cafeteria, would she have snuck out of her window?"

I huffed in displeasure and rolled my eyes, "Fine, I'll go, but let's hurry back. I don't wanna get into trouble." I climbed out of bed and snuck a peak at my sheets where I had been laying, making sure I hadn't left a puddle in the bed. Dry sheets confirmed, I gently climbed down and put some clothes on, opting for pants as the night air usually got pretty cool.

"Come on, there's no telling where she went! It'll be hard enough to find her already."

"What about Sam? We're not getting her?" I asked, feeling a little special that Nadia woke me up first.

"She's dead. Wouldn't budge. Besides, as much noise as you were making in your sleep, I figured you'd be easier to get moving." Nadia quietly opened the door and led us out of the cabin.

Finding Courtney was actually pretty easy as we spotted her across the camp near the boys' cabin. She was leaning against the side wall and it looked like she was talking. Suddenly, a head poked out of the cabin and we saw Greg climb out of his window. They kissed as he grabbed her hand, then they headed toward the woods. Nadia and I crept across the camp like cats, doing our best not to make any noise. We reached the woods where the chaperones had disappeared and followed them in. They kept a pretty solid lead on us but we could hear them talking and laughing as they got further into the trees. We followed them for a good five minutes. Their voices got louder as we kept moving and we soon realized they had stopped. We stayed a good way back, finding a spot that we could just barely see from. Greg was leaned against a tree and Courtney was leaning against him, kissing him. They were talking a little between kisses, both smiling as they talked. I risked moving forward a bit as I realized Courtney's hands were on Greg's belt. She started to fiddle with it, trying to undo it. He reached down and took care of it for her and she started to slide his pants down. I looked at Nadia. She didn't even realize I was looking as she kept staring, breathing open mouthed over the scene before us. Courtney slid a hand into Greg's boxers and started rubbing up and down, making Greg close his eyes and lean his head back. She kept stroking for a bit before grabbing the hem of his boxers and sliding them off of him. I heard Nadia gasp as she watched, her hand reflexively covering her mouth. I watched intently as Courtney kneeled down in front of him. I leaned forward, fascinated, as she took him into her mouth. She started moving her head, holding him with one hand while she moved. She stopped and teased the tip of him with her tongue, licking it in circles. As she continued to work Greg's member in and out of her mouth, her hand traveled into her underwear and she started rubbing herself. I fought the urge to do the same to myself, remembering Nadia was with me.

She had crept closer, already several feet in front of me. I snuck up beside her and squatted down, trying to stay hidden. As we got closer, Courtney had picked up her pace. Her head was moving really quickly, taking almost all of Greg into her mouth before backing off. Meanwhile, Greg looked like he was hardly conscious, his hand resting on her head and his eyes rolled back as he breathed heavily. I could tell something was coming, his breathing was getting quicker and Courtney showed no sign of slowing down. I could feel the tension in the air as Nadia and I waited, anticipating the unknown. Suddenly, Greg pulled Courtney off of him, taking a minute to breath. Did we miss it? He mumbled something to her and all I could make out was that he wanted her to wait. I figured out why as he slid her shorts and panties down, turning her so that her back was against the tree. He kneeled down in front of her like she had minutes ago. He looked up at her and said something before he began kissing her stomach. She smiled down at him while he teased her, her face showing faint signs of pleasure. His kisses and teasing moved lower as he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. She moaned as his mouth made contact between her legs. Nadia and I slowly moved to the side, finding an angle where we could see what he was doing to her. As we got a few feet to the side, we saw his tongue darting in between her nether lips, stroking her and flicking over her pink folds. I felt myself getting wet again, the urge to take care of it getting stronger with each passing second. I looked over to Nadia as I fought the urge; she was hardly paying me any attention. My hand slid down my body and I gently pressed it against myself, slowly rubbing myself through my clothes. Courtney had started moaning louder as Greg kept licking her, his tongue apparently making her feel really good. She grabbed the back of his head and he threw her other leg over his shoulder, putting all of her weight on him as he pushed her further against the tree. She let out a low, long moan as her legs squeezed around his head. I could tell she was feeling exactly what my body was screaming for.

I regretted wearing pants as I wanted nothing more than to slide them down and give myself some much needed attention. Nadia still didn't seem to notice me as her eyes were fixed on our chaperones. Courtney let slip another familiar moan, waves of pleasure surely forcing the sound from her mouth. Soon enough, it was Greg's name she started to chant between moans, her body trembling atop his shoulders. I slipped my hand into my pants, hoping Nadia would keep her focus on the scene before us. My fingers quickly slid between my legs to find myself already soaking wet. I started rubbing the stiff nub at the top of my slit, circling it gently but quickly. Courtney's moans provided a good rhythm as I stroked my fingers against myself. As I felt myself getting lost in my own pleasure, Greg lowered Courtney to the ground, her legs wobbling as she tried to find her balance. Begrudgingly, I slipped my hand from my pants, not wanting to risk Nadia catching me. Courtney turned to face the tree and stuck her butt out to Greg. He struggled momentarily with something before stepping to her and pressing against her from behind. I looked to Nadia and she was looking back at me. Neither of us said anything but we both knew we really couldn't afford to get caught now. We looked back at Courtney and Greg as he slid himself into her. I couldn't help but stare at the place where their bodies connected. I could see several inches of him as he slid in and out of her, her pink skin spread around his thickness. She kept moaning as he thrust into her. He began moving rather quickly and Courtney got a bit louder. I was seconds away from giving in to my urges again when I felt a hand on my arm. I nearly screamed as I turned to see Sam behind us.

"I wondered where you two went. Why didn't you tell me we were getting a show tonight?" She whispered a bit louder than I was comfortable with. Nadia and I said nothing, trying to remain as quiet as possible. "We should probably get out of here, you two. I don't think Greg has much left in him and we don't want to be around when they're done." Sam pulled us away as I kept my eyes on the chaperones. Greg seemed to be moving impossibly fast, pounding into Courtney as we snuck away. I lost sight of them, but we could all still hear them through the woods. We said nothing as Sam led us back to camp. Their voices finally faded as we reached the edge of the woods and I hoped that was thanks to the distance between us, not because they were done. We all ran across the open area between the woods and our cabin, hoping they didn't come to the edge of the woods before we could sneak back in. Stealth was last on our minds as we reached the cabin and charged back to our bunks. I flopped up into mine as Nadia dove into hers below. A few of the other girls shifted in their sleep as we lay there catching our breath. I watched Courtney's window through her cracked door, waiting for her to return. I went over what we saw in my mind as I waited, seeing Courtney bent over against the tree as Greg pounded into her. My body was on fire, but Sam and Nadia would hear me if I started to touch myself now. I wondered how Sam knew where we were, but my line of thinking was cut short as Courtney's legs came through her window, followed by the rest of her. I watched as she stripped and got back into her pajamas then climbed into her bed. She was definitely worn out; she seemed to fall asleep almost immediately. I found it almost impossible to sleep now, my mind racing and my body burning.

I climbed out of bed and checked on Nadia. She didn't move when I whispered her name so I had to guess she fell asleep. I looked over to Sam and waited for her to say something. A few moments of silence confirmed that she was at least unaware that I was up and I quietly tiptoed into the bathroom. I picked the last stall and locked the door behind me as I stepped into it. I hurriedly slid my pants down, sitting on the toilet and spreading my legs. I shoved my hand between my legs and started rubbing myself vigorously. I was incredibly hot and my mind was fuzzier than I ever remembered it being. I did little to control my voice as I started whimpering, my body ramping up to climax rather quickly. My legs shook as I continued rubbing, drawing another rush of pleasure right behind the first. My body begged for more and I slid a finger inside myself, satisfying a rather primal urge. I added another finger as my hand ground against the stiff pink ridge atop my slit. I moaned a little louder than I should have, another wave of pleasure washing over me. I curled my fingers inside myself, doing whatever my body told me it wanted. All I could see in my mind was Greg and Courtney in the woods as a final, unusually strong, jolt of pleasure coursed through me. I realized I had been grinding my hips against my hand as they stopped and I opened my eyes. As loud as I had been, I half expected to see someone waiting for me outside the stall. Luckily, no one was there and I managed to sneak back into my bunk once more, finally ready to fall asleep.

I woke up the next morning and still felt incredibly groggy. Last night seemed a little fuzzy, but I started remembering what happened as I got dressed. I looked over to Nadia and could tell she was still a little in shock at what we had seen. I decided it was probably best not to talk about it for the time being. Sam looked over at me and smiled knowingly, opting for silence as well. I guess we would have to discuss it when we were alone. I took a shower to clear my head a little; staying up late so often was really taking its toll on me. Breakfast was lively as usual and the boys actually arrived before we did for once. I did my best to wake up, although my body was clearly not on board with my efforts. Mark sat across from me and we talked a good bit. He had to notice how tired I was, but he didn't mention it. I figured he could make a pretty good guess, though he didn't know about last night or some of the other things that had been keeping me up.

Breakfast ended more quickly than I had hoped and we all filed out to the center of the camp. The coaches were out there, waiting for us, as usual. I barely managed to listen to them as they gave some speech about responsibility. I kept drifting back to last night, seeing our chaperones' naked bodies again, touching myself in the woods, even thinking a little about Jenny and I's moment during the hike. I wondered how Sam managed to find us and why she seemed to be so comfortable with what Greg and Courtney were doing. I snapped back to reality when they told us that we were going to be swimming. I sighed, knowing I was way too worn out to do any kind of competitive swimming, especially with Sam there. Greg and Courtney led us back to the cabins and we all changed into our swimsuits. The twins wore matching white one-piece suits with green polka dots on them. Heather had a light blue two-piece and Nadia had an orange one that was very similar. Jenny was in a black one-piece that seemed just a bit too tight for her and Sam had what appeared to be a rather expensive suit that was most likely used when she competed. I stuck with my red and white strawberry two-piece that I had worn on the first day of summer; the one-piece my parents insisted I bring probably wouldn't get worn at all. Courtney joined us and changed into her suit, apparently deciding that this was one activity she wanted to participate in. She wore a black, strapless two-piece that had silver rings on the hips and between her breasts to hold it together.

We all marched behind Courtney as we were led down to the lake, the boys meeting us halfway. I felt a little bit embarrassed when Mark saw me in my suit. Despite knowing he'd already seen me naked a couple nights ago, being seen in my bikini still made it feel like I was being graded on my appearance. The younger boys had worn shirts out to swim, while Mark, Luke and John were shirtless. Mark wore blue swimming trunks with a white silhouette of the beach along the bottom of the legs. Seeing him in broad daylight without a shirt was definitely enjoyable. He was pretty well toned and his skin was a little darker than I had noticed before. Luke wore red trunks and John wore black ones; both of them looked rather bland. Mark walked next to me as we got closer to the water and I wondered just how serious he was about hiding our relationship from the others. Of course, it wasn't like there was much to hide; we hardly ever did anything different with each other than we did with the others. Honestly, I'd done more with Jenny than I had with him. Was that wrong? Would he be mad if he found out about it? I really hoped not, Jenny was a lot happier ever since we had done that. She smiled more at least, and she seemed to gravitate towards me a bit more. I guess it only made sense, we had to be friends after something like that, and that must have helped her open up a little bit. I realized that Mark and I were not entirely separate from the group as I saw Jenny and Little Sam following us rather closely. I guess Mark had his own little follower to look after as well. I smiled a little as I realized we were a bit like their parents now, though I doubt Sam saw me as much more than another girl and Jenny probably didn't think of Mark as anything fatherly. Still, the thought was nice in my head.

We reached the sand around the lake and the coaches gave us a quick set of rules. We weren't allowed past a certain point in the water. We could choose not to swim but we had to stay near the lake if we decided not to. Obviously they weren't going to allow us to play games that required a lot of physical contact, either. I almost zoned out again as they finished listing off the rules. Marco Polo was one game they said we could play before sending us off into the water. Sam dove right in, ignoring the cold temperature the water presented, forcing her body to adjust quickly. Nadia, Mark, Jenny and I got about waist deep and stood in place, taking a minute to get comfortable. A couple of the others jumped in after a few minutes of trying to get used to it and the rest were pushed in by whoever was closest to them. I was about to dunk myself under when Nadia grabbed me and pulled me under with her, holding us both under the water for several seconds. I squealed in protest when we surfaced, the cold was definitely a system shock for me. On the upside, I was wide awake. Mark laughed at us and we turned to him, Nadia and me exchanging a sly smile before we tackled him. The coaches didn't say anything to us, but we made sure not to keep him under and stand back from him as he came back up. Mark laughed as he caught his breath, splashing us playfully. The others joined us in as we all started splashing each other, an all out war starting in the water. Sam opted out of our game and swam around in large circles, just barely staying inside the coaches' bounds. Courtney and Greg were in the water with us, though they stayed out of the splash fight. They were allowed to go beyond the boundary and did so, racing to the other side of the lake. I splashed as hard as I could, doing my best to get Mark and his cohorts before they could get me. Of course, it ended up being boys versus girls before long and the boys eventually overpowered us, somehow managing to make a lot larger splashes than we could.

After the splash fight, we actually played Marco Polo for a bit. Kyle and Kayla seemed to be sticking together quite a bit until Kayla got caught. She splashed around aimlessly as we all yelled at her. Eventually, she caught Terry who turned to look at Layla before closing his eyes. Layla barely escaped him and he wound up catching Phillip. Jenny and Little Sam stayed behind me and Mark most of the game, managing not to get caught thanks to that tactic. Time flew by as we played, lunch rolling around relatively quickly. Since we were all soaked and hadn't exactly brought towels, the lunch ladies brought the food down to us, opting to make a bunch of sandwiches and gave us bags of chips to go with them. We all sat on the sand and dried off as we ate. I felt myself getting tired again, nearly falling asleep as I talked to Mark. Our conversations steered clear of anything too personal for the most part, though he asked me about my family. I told him about my parents and how busy they tried to keep me before I asked him about his family. Apparently, his parents were a lot like mine, though they had kept him in more social activities like sports and martial arts. He had taken karate for a few years when he was younger and still took tae kwon do during the school year. At some point during our conversation, Sam and Nadia joined us, followed by the twins. Kyle, Terry and Phillip followed them over, sitting with us. We had a rather large circle on the sand as we all talked about our families. As I had guessed before, several of the kids seemed to be from pretty wealthy families. Obviously, none of them were rich by any means, but they definitely lived comfortably. It made a lot more sense that the camp managed to stay open for such a low key operation. Honestly, it seemed like this camp would be packed with twenty or thirty younger kids from average income families given its lack of modern flair. Maybe that was the draw, though, it wasn't fancy or high-class and it let us all spend time with kids on equal footing.

About an hour after we all finished eating, the coaches let us back in the water. As worn out as I was, I chose to stay on the sand and take a nap. Sam, Heather, and Little Sam decided to rest, too, though none of them seemed to plan on getting any sleep so much as just relaxing. I managed almost a solid hour nap before I felt someone shaking me a bit. I figured it was Sam and rolled over. They shook me again and I looked to find Heather staring down at me. I asked where Sam and Little Sam had gone and she told me they went up to the camps because Little Sam was feeling sick. I asked her what she wanted and she got quiet. Slightly frustrated, I asked her again, already missing my nap. She had her knees pulled up to her chest and was fiddling in the sand beneath her as she stumbled through a rather silent set of words. I looked at her in confusion and she looked back at me, her eyes setting a rather serious mood. "You like Mark, don't you?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes, not really wanting to deal with this now. I was so tired and she decided to talk to me about this now? If she was really jealous of us, why hadn't she gone after Mark last year or something? Finally, I answered her, "Well, we were trying not to make a big deal about it, but yeah, we like each other. At least, I like him and he seems to be into me, too."

She looked back at the sand and I fell back onto the sand, attempting to alert her to the fact that I tired. She looked a little disappointed, but not at all surprised. "So, are you two boyfriend and girlfriend or what?" Great, more questions.

"I don't know. We haven't really talked about it. He said he didn't want me to make any enemies so we kept it secret. Well, we tried to." I didn't get up; her line of thought was almost written across her face.

"So...neither of you likes anyone else here?" She was still messing with the sand, idly drawing shapes in it to mask her nervousness. Why didn't she go talk to Mark about this? She obviously liked him, what good was talking to me going to do?

"Well, everyone here is really cool. I love being friends with all you guys, but I do feel a little closer to Mark." I neglected to mention that Nadia and Sam were pretty close to me, too, trying not to stir up any more jealousy.

"Okay, well...could we be friends? Even though I...well, I'm sure you know." She stopped drawing in the sand and glanced at me, waiting for an answer.

Honestly, I didn't feel particularly nice at the time, so I decided to tease her a bit. "Even though what?" Of course, I knew exactly what she was trying to say, but didn't really expect her to spit out her answer so quickly.

"...Even though I'm a lesbian" Okay, maybe I didn't know what she was trying to say.

I sat up and turned to her, looking her in the eyes. She seemed rather vulnerable now. "You're...not interested in Mark? You're lesbian?"

One response seemed to sufficiently answer both questions as she nodded.

"Wait...then why did you keep glaring at me and him on the soccer field? I don't care if you like girls; that’s none of my business."

"...Because I like you." I took a moment to process that, probably making her a little more nervous as I just stared at her. I can't say I wasn't a little flattered, and maybe even a little curious, as I thought over her words. "I just...after you and Mark started getting so friendly, I got a bit jealous. I don't want you or him to hate me for it, though. I'm sorry..."

She was on the verge of tears, apparently having quite a bit of trouble with this confession. I looked out at the others as they swam, Mark in particular being my point of interest. I sat quietly for a bit, making her wait a lot longer than I really should have, but I couldn't really think of anything to say to her. Finally, I decided I should at least make her aware that I wasn't mad at her. "Well, I don't hate you and I seriously doubt Mark does, either. He's really cool about most stuff. So...you're into girls?"

She nodded. "I...never really cared about boys. My mom says I'm too young to make that decision, but I keep telling her it’s not something I can choose no matter how old I am. I guess it’s not something you could really understand, but it’s really difficult to deal with." She was still pretty upset, but talking seemed to be helping.

"Well...I can see where you're coming from." I had to bite my tongue; I couldn't say anything about Jenny and me or about the other night (or any night) in the showers. "So...who else knows?"

"I think the girls all know, I don't know about the boys...I really didn't tell anyone but Nadia and Sam, and that was last year. I kind of figured word would get around, though. Nobody ever picked on me for it, though. That's why I came back this year...my parents don't really support it, but everyone here acts like it doesn't even matter." We stared at the rest of the campers in the water, watching them play. We didn't talk for several minutes and I started to wonder if I should say something. Luckily, she picked up the conversation on her own. "So, why did you come here this year? I didn't think a lot of people knew about this place."

"Honestly, it was either this or dancing and playing piano all summer. I wanted to stay home and have the house to myself, but my parents wouldn't have it. My Dad said a friend of his from work told him about it. I think they had sent their kids here last year. Now that I think about it, that would have to be Kayla and Layla, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah, they're the only siblings here, but I thought they lived pretty far away. Does your Dad travel for work a lot?" She had started to smile more. She was really pretty and I started to notice it a lot more as we were talking. She wasn't the most athletic girl, but she was still really fit; I guess you have to do a lot of hiking and exploring to spend all your free time reading books in the woods.

"Yeah, he's pretty busy all year with work. I guess I'll have to ask him about it later. So what about you? Why did your parents send you here?"

She told me that her parents were small business owners and her mother was an author, though she hadn't gotten anything published yet. We spent a lot of time talking about each other and I started to really like her. I didn't quite consider myself a lesbian, but she was definitely the type of girl I could enjoy spending a lot of time with. Of course, our conversation eventually went full circle, coming back to Mark and me. "You and Mark really like each other, don't you?" She sounded innocent they way she asked it, but her eyes still had that same sad look in them when she asked it. Maybe she was hoping I had changed my mind in the time we'd spent together.

I hated disappointing people, but I couldn't lie to her. "Yeah, I really like him. He seems to like me a lot, too, even though we don't get to hang out too much. I guess it’s not so much that we're a couple as we like to be together. We still haven't talked about our relationship. Although...well, we have kissed..." I could almost feel her pain as she looked down to the ground.

"Oh...well, I guess it doesn't matter. You're not into girls, anyway..."

I hated this. She was so nice and I couldn't really do anything to console her. I scooted closer to her and put my arm around her shoulders, leaning in to give her a small hug. She didn't say anything so I held her there, both of us leaning against each other as she breathed quietly. I looked over and saw little droplets on her legs. She had been out of the water far too long for it to be from the lake. She was crying. "Hey, Heather, come on..." My words were empty; there wasn't much I could say to her. "I know it sucks, but we can still be friends..."

Apparently, this triggered something in her. "That's all anyone can ever be. You're the second person to tell me that. Just friends. That's all I can have is friends. Nobody else I know is like this. All I want is to know what it’s like to date someone. I want my first kiss and to hold hands with the person I care about, but I don't get to do that." It seemed like she was talking to herself until she looked at me, "Why can't I have anything more than friends? Why do I have to deal with this? I just want to do the same things everybody else gets to."

I didn't like her focusing that question on me, I felt like I was answering for whatever girl she had confessed to before while I trying to explain myself. "Heather...you're not a bad person. I know it sucks, but it’s always tough when you're a little different. I mean...I guess I can't say I know what you're going through, but it's not so bad. Before I came here, I really didn't have too many friends. I wasn't really popular at school and I spent all of my summers dancing and playing piano. You guys are the best friends I've ever had and I've only know you for a few days."

"I'm sorry, Lilly...it’s not your fault you don't like me that way. I just hate not being able to do all those things. I feel like I'll never get to. The city I live in is kinda small and all the kids go to the same school. Not a single girl there is gay but me. They aren't very nice about it, either. Most of my friends there are boys and the only girl who was nice to me is the same one who turned me down and stopped talking to me. I guess I just hoped you might be different, and then Mark sort of ruined that." I wanted to offer her something, anything to help her feel better. I sat back up and leaned on my arms, stretching my legs out in front of me. She straightened up and crossed her legs in the sand. "Do you think....if you were into that, would you ever give me a chance?"

I thought about it for a minute, but honestly, I had already considered the question for myself long before she asked it. "Yeah. You're really nice and I think could get along really well together. Plus, you're really pretty. I mean, if I liked girls, you'd definitely be the kind of girl I'd want to date."

She smiled at me, "Thanks...That makes me feel a little better."

"No problem, I mean it. You're really great. I'm sure you'll find someone one day. I bet it'll be even better since you've waited so long for it. Until then, will you be okay with being my friend?"

"...Yeah." Another long silence followed that conversation. Eventually, she broke the silence again, "Can I ask you something?" I nodded, not really sure how to feel at the moment. "When you kissed Mark...what was it like? I mean, not kissing Mark, but kissing in general."

"Uhm....well...it was just really nice. To be honest, he was my first kiss. We've only kissed once, so it’s hard to describe. I mean, his lips were really soft...but that's all I can really tell you."

"Oh...I just really wanted to know. I know I'll get there eventually, but I can't help wondering what all that stuff is like."

"All what stuff?"

"You know...kissing, holding hands, making out...sex."

We both blushed a little at the mention of that. She was probably blushing because she was thinking of sex with another girl, but I was blushing thanks to Greg and Courtney's little show from last night. Still, I had to say something. "Well...I've only kissed Mark; we haven't done any of that other stuff. Not that I wouldn't want to, we just can't here...besides, we're still not that close." I made sure I said I hadn't done any of that with him, not sure if my encounter with Jenny in the woods counted as sex for lesbians. Was I that close to Jenny?

"Yeah...I guess that makes sense. Still, if I could just know what it’s like to kiss someone, maybe it wouldn't bug me so much."

In retrospect, I wasn't sure why I said it, maybe I was just curious. "Kissing a girl probably wouldn't be so bad."

I looked over to her just in time to see her leaning towards me. I should have stopped and checked to see if anyone was looking, but I wouldn't do it if I stopped now. Our lips pressed against each other and we froze. It was nothing special, really, but it really meant a lot to her. We didn't move for a few seconds before she pulled away, glancing to the others. I leaned back quickly, trying to act casual. The coaches didn't notice, luckily, but I had no idea if anyone in the water was paying any attention. As we sat there, it got uncomfortable quiet. This time, I took over and spoke up, "Come on, let’s go swimming." I grabbed her hand and she reluctantly stood up, smiling at me briefly before I drug her into the water. The rest of the day flew by as I found myself feeling rather happy. Knowing that we were all friends definitely felt better than wondering if anybody hated me. Dinner came and went in a flash, all of us talking excitedly and having an excellent time. Mark made sure to sit next to me and smiled approvingly when Heather sat on the other side of me. I guess he was happy we'd talked it out, too.

As we all headed out of the cafeteria I stayed back to talk to Mark. He let the others file out and we slowly walked out of the cafeteria together behind them. They got some distance on us and I turned to talk to him. "Mark...are we a couple?"

He laughed at me and I felt a little hurt; that seemed like a fair question given how little we had actually seen each other. "Sorry, Lil, but I'm not sure yet. I really like you, but this camp...not only is it strict about stuff like that, but we're all good friends. I don't know if we can do what Greg and Courtney do. They really care about each other and that's impressive, but we're both still kinda young. Besides, from what I saw at the lake today, you don't have an answer to that question either."

He had seen Heather and me, then. "Okay...fair enough, but what are we then? I mean, we've kissed and we went swimming that night. Plus, I really like you. Don't you feel the same way?" Greg and Courtney had to have realized we stayed behind, but I thanked them in my head for not coming back to get us.

"Yeah, I really like you. I'd love to have you as a girlfriend if we were going to know each other for more than three weeks. I don't even know if you'll be back next year. I want you to have a good time here, Lil. Whether we're a couple or not shouldn't matter, okay? We don't have to decide that right now. Let's just have fun, okay?"

I stared at him, wondering if he was doing this because of Heather or if he was really being sincere.

"Okay, I'll tell you what. If you really like me that much, why don't you make me a promise? Promise me you'll be back next year and we'll be boyfriend and girlfriend, okay?"

I considered his proposal for a long minute before I answered, "I promise."

"Great, now let’s get back to the cabins, Greg is probably looking for me by now." He smiled and we started to walk away from the cafeteria.

I turned to the girls' cabin and started to walk away when I felt his hand on my wrist. He spun me back around and I was almost knocked over as he crashed his lips into mine. I kissed back as best as I could before he broke away. He smiled at me one more time before saying goodnight and taking off to the boys' cabin. He always managed to make me feel so happy before he left.

damn, this is exactly the kind of camp i wanted to go to as a kid. please keep up at this awesome work.

Well, this week has been slow as far as writing goes. I've only got a third of what I was hoping for the next chapter so I probably won't update just yet. I decided to take a bit of a sudden turn with the way things have been progressing. For the most part, we'll only be seeing the girls. I'd appreciate some feedback on the last chapter, I want to sure about outing Heather just yet, but I hated keeping her so excluded because of it. Thanks for reading and hopefully my next post will have a chapter with it!

Well this is the first thing in some time that's really grabbed my attention and kept me reading past a couple posts, so somethings going right :)

Last chapter certainly opens up possibilities, I can see this rapidly getting just as complicated as rl does... With regards pacing/detail, I hope we get some nice ongoing tension again for a bit where nothing much actually 'happens' rather than rush headlong into too much erotica, personally I could have gone another chapter or two before Courtney x Greg sped things along, and for me you could perhaps rock slightly back towards more detail at times, although I appreciate it being a very fine line before you get lost in every bit of minutiae without realising you;re doing it.

Anyway just my 2c, really just keep up the good work, but take your time, as you're writing/posting on the fly I'd rather you have slightly irregular updates but be able to take the time to polish/revise so you're happy with the result, and we get something awesome to read each time :)

This is one of the best things I've ever read on this board, this story has a lot of potential, I don't know how you're going to deal with the 3 weeks thing, that could be a real problem. Because the pace of this story is really nice and you could do a lot with these characters. It's a shame people who visit this board don't appreciate normal stories like this, they only like weird dick girls and magic and torture and all that bullshit. I really like stories like this one because it's believable and makes it real, because it can actually happen. A+ to you sir, hopefully people wake up and this gets 100 replies.

Thanks guys, I'm trying to keep it grounded. I get caught up in trying to deliver the 'e' a little more than the 'lit' sometimes. Honestly, I just got out of a long relationship and I think not having sex regularly makes that even more true. Anyway, I had to rewrite some of this latest chapter, so it will be a little behind. The three week issue does seem like it's going to be difficult with the current pacing, but I really don't want to start speeding it up or skipping huge chunks of time, either. Whatever I wind up doing, I'll do my best to keep delivering what you guys want. Thanks for the support and hopefully I can get you guys another chapter sometime this weekend.

OP is kill
No

No, Op is not kill. Life is catching up to me. I'm pretty sure I'm dating a sixteen year old now and work has been really busy lately. I've got a short but written for the next update, but I can't find the time to finish it. I'm trying guys, I just didn't want to bump the thread without good reason.

"pretty sure I'm dating a sixteen year old" I am never sure who I'm dating either. Like how am I supposed to keep track of all my girlfriends anyway?

OP is in jail for statutory raping his 16 year old girlfriend.

No, I'm not in jail. Between work and writer's block, the story had to be put on the back burner in my list of priorities. On the upside, sixteen is legal where I'm at. Downside, nobody approves of it so I had to end it. Too much at stake on my reputation. She's still interested, so she's going to wait till she's older, or plans to anyway. Until the holidays are over, though, I probably won't be able to get any updates in. Sorry guys, I'm not going to give up on this one, but I still have other responsibilities that come first.

Just a little bump so OP doesn't forget about his story.

Thanks, I'm glad you guys haven't forgotten about it. I've actually rewritten the newest chapter twice now and I just can't figure out where I want to take it. Hopefully I'll be able to work it out soon. Any suggestions for what you wanna see?

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Well, you have a Lilly/Jenny; Lilly/Mark; Lilly/Heather...

I'd like you to explore each of them. And don't rush anything.

As much as I appreciate you not rushing, there's a point at which it ceases to work as a suspense builder

Here it is, guys. Finally. Might have another one coming up soon. I won't ask for much feedback, this one's a freebie since I took so long to post it. And I know it's probably a bit disappointing that there's not sexual content, but I promise you'll get some of that soon. Enjoy!

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I slept peacefully that night, my body aching for a full night's rest. I remember a rather normal dream for once, barring the fact that I was naked the whole time. The next morning flew by in an instant, breakfast a loud, yet brief, blur. As I stood on the field across from standing targets and a rack of bows, I realized that today was archery day. Of course, the coaches spent over an hour talking about safety and giving several chances for some of us to opt out if we didn't feel comfortable with this activity, but nobody was willing to pass up this opportunity. After all was said and done, we were lined up in order from youngest to oldest. Of course, that left me standing with Heather and John, behind Sam, Mark, Nadia and Luke. Sam got the first shot and, after another twenty minutes of group and personalized instruction, managed to miss the target entirely for five shots. Mark stepped up to the line and grabbed the bow like an expert, wasting no time familiarizing himself with it. He hit the target with four out of five of his shots, his last arrow going just slightly to the right and grazing the outside of the target. Soon enough, Nadia had taken her turn and so had Luke, meaning Heather would be next, then me. Of course, none of us except Mark and, surprisingly, Heather hit anything. A few of the boys after us hit the target and we soon discovered that Phillip had shot a bow before, his Uncle being a huge fan of hunting. The youngest two, Jenny and Little Sam, couldn't seem to quite figure out how to aim the bow properly as all of their shots went entirely off target. The coaches had eight targets and eight bows available, but Greg and Courtney actually took an interest in this activity and took over one of them, forcing the rest of us to pair off and take turns.

I stuck with Heather, hoping to let our new friendship grow a bit in this shared activity and also hoping that I could get her to help me improve since she'd actually managed to hit the target. Phillip was paired with Mark, their obviously advanced skills separating them from the rest of us. Sam offered to help Little Sam and Nadia took Jenny, both of whom seemed only vaguely interested in this activity. Kyle and Kayla seemed to gravitate toward each other, as did Terry and Layla. In fact, those four had been keeping together a lot lately and word had started to circulate that there was more than friendly interest between them. Finally, Luke and John seemed to resign to each other, realizing everyone else had paired off already. As we all picked a target and bow, we lined up and endured another fifteen minutes of safety lecturing before we began to fire volley after volley of arrows at the targets. Within the first hour, the coaches had us pause so they could retrieve the arrows from the far side of the field, very few of them being stuck in anything other than the dirt.

As we waited for the coaches to find the last few arrows in the edge of the woods behind our targets, I began to talk to Heather.

"So, I was thinking about this the other night and I wanted to ask you about it. You said at the cafeteria the other day that you'd had a boyfriend, right?" I tried to keep casual with Heather on this topic, but it had been bugging me since we got back from swimming after her confession.

"Oh, yeah...that was after the girl I told you about turned me down...I kind of felt like I had to be straight, but that obviously didn't work out. I guess I just wanted to make sure I was ready to put up with all of this stuff after she hurt me like that." She obviously felt some painful emotions discussing that, but she didn't seem like she was uncomfortable talking about it with me.

"So what happened with him?" I asked, watching as the coaches discussed letting the final missing arrow go unaccounted for.

"Well, I asked him out and we dated for a little bit, but I never felt anything special with him. He was pretty mad when I decided I really wasn't into boys and it took a few weeks before he talked to me again." She laughed a little bit at that, apparently at peace with that part of her past.

"So did you ever do anything with him?"

"No way! If I don't really care about someone, I'm not doing anything with them."

"So...what does that mean about us? You let me kiss you..."

She paused and turned red for a minute, realizing she'd talked herself into a corner pretty quickly.

"It's okay, Heather, I don't mind."

The coaches managed to find the last arrow as I said that, announcing that we were free to continue shooting as they passed the arrows back to us. Within minutes, we were all back in stance and firing arrow after arrow, a couple more hitting the targets this time. Close to an hour passed again and, once more, the coaches were back on the field gathering arrows. Not much was said this time, Heather still seemed to be a bit embarrassed at admitting her strong feelings for me so easily. I guess her confession on the beach was more serious than I had taken it. Arrows were passed back out and we started shooting again. Several things happened as this pattern repeated. I discovered quite a bit about Heather and I quickly picked out the people I would not be running from if they had a bow in their hands. Phillip easily outshone the whole camp, hitting the middle of the target with almost every arrow after a very short warm up period. Mark, Layla, Heather, and Luke managed to set a rather high bar for the rest of us as I struggled to move my arrows steadily inward with each round. At lunch time, as the coaches gathered arrows again, we all trudged back to the cafeteria and listened as Phillip bragged and challenged everyone willing to interrupt him to a contest of skill.

Lunch passed quickly enough and we were back out on the field. Everyone paired back up and resumed their practice, the coaches finally relaxing a bit on safety speeches. I found myself improving rather quickly now that I had food in me. Heather commented on it and I felt a bit of pride at my skill. I'd never had anyone but my parents congratulate me for advancing in anything, which obviously didn't mean quite as much since they were supposed to praise me. Hearing a friend tell you that they can actually notice your improvement has a much better feeling behind it.

"So, do you think any of us will catch up to Phillip?" I asked, knowing that was quite a lofty goal to shoot for.

"Well, I don't know about that, but at this rate you'll be as good as me." She stuck her tongue out at me as she said it, obviously teasing me.

I shoved her gently, laughing at her comment. She really was better than me but she was in no way arrogant about it. I couldn't help but feel a little closer to her as we kept joking back and forth. She really was a nice girl. Of course, I couldn't help but feel bad for her having so much trouble finding someone. Her situation made that incredibly difficult. I found myself wondering how weird it would really be to try being with a girl. I mean, I didn't think of myself as a lesbian since I was pretty clearly attracted to guys, but my eyes still wandered during our showers and I couldn't deny my interest in the female body. Apparently I'd begun to admire Heather a bit as I held this internal debate because she snapped me out of my thoughts by teasing me about staring at her.

"Lilly, I'm not against taking your turn, but you staring at me makes it hard to focus." Again she stuck her tongue out at me, winking this time.

I just laughed and blushed, realizing that I must have been staring the whole time she was shooting. I stole one last glance at her frame, admiring her legs in some tastefully short shorts before I took the bow from her. My aim suffered a bit as I considered my thoughts earlier. Was I really considering giving her what she wanted? I mean, if it didn't work out I'd be breaking her heart. She really liked me and just getting caught staring at her probably gave her more hope than I should have. Still, she was cute and I definitely felt something for her, would experimenting with her be so bad?

"What happened to you? You're barely hitting the target. You were doing so well earlier, I know you haven't suddenly gotten terrible." She had noticed that I was distracted and of course she called me out on it.

"Sorry, I guess I'm thinking too much." I cleared my head for a second and let loose a final arrow, managing to bring this one just an inch from the red circle in middle of the target.

"Way better! What's on your mind Lil?" Lil? That was new from her.

"Uh...nothing really. Just something I was wondering about..." I wasn't ready to discuss that idea with her. If I decided against her that would probably hurt her as much as trying and not liking it.

"Well, if you don't want to talk about it that's fine. You can just sit back and keep staring at me." Was she trying to cheer me up? Was I upset? I hadn't even realized it.

"Ha, yeah I guess I can do that." I felt myself sinking back into my thoughts as I handed her the bow. I turned to sit down and I felt a hand smack my butt hard.

"Cheer up!" She said, smiling at my surprise.

"Alright, alright!" I said, her efforts turning out to be rather effective. Of course, she didn't need to know every effect that smack had on me. I felt a tinge of excitement as I thought about her smacking my butt again.

As the coaches started to gather arrows again they told everyone to help and then gather around for an announcement. We all picked up as many arrows as we could find and handed them to the Hardys and then circled around them. They made sure everyone was present before letting us all know that tomorrow we would be free to find our own activities as they would be preparing for a bonfire that night. A quiet murmur of excitement arose among us. They told us we'd be allowed to swim or play whatever games we wanted, but if we went to the lake for any reason the chaperones would have to be there to watch us.

Soon enough, we were heading back to our cabins as the sun started to set. The coaches let us go a bit early today, but we only had an hour before we'd be headed to dinner. I decided I had to talk to Heather soon and I might as well take our extra free time tonight to get it out of the way. I couldn't help but wonder if she'd take it well or not, but there was really only one way to find out.

"Heather?" I managed to pull her away from the group a bit, but I kept my voice low so nobody would overhear. "You think we could talk alone for a bit after dinner?"\

She had no problem with it, but I could tell she was curious as to what I wanted to discuss with her. I couldn't let her know that quite yet and I sort of enjoyed leaving her in suspense. All of the girls were talking excitedly about their skills they had honed all day, Layla and Heather definitely proved to be the best among us. None of us had come close to Phillip's skill, but we were all pretty proud of our efforts, regardless. I caught Heather glancing suspiciously at me a few times, curiosity apparent in her mind. I just smiled at her and tried to act normal, not wanting to let anyone else catch on to my intentions. As I sat and talked to the others, I realized that I could very easily become the talk of the camp if I chose Heather over Mark. I mean, I wasn't with Mark technically, but it was pretty obvious that we had something going on. How would the others react if they found out I was considering being Heather's girlfriend instead? Would they be mean about it? They were so nice to her even though she was lesbian, maybe they'd be happy for us.

At dinner, I sat next to Heather and made sure to talk to her like nothing was up. She seemed to be calm enough, but I could tell she was getting more and more excited to hear what I wanted to talk about. I made sure to involve myself in the group discussion as much as possible, not wanting to ignore everyone else to talk to her. Mark and I exchanged a few glances and I realized I had to catch him after dinner or I wouldn't get another chance to tell him what I was up to before I talked to Heather. Would that be cheating?

As we all filed out of the cafeteria, I felt a bit of déjà vu as I pulled him to the side and told him I needed to talk to him. He complied pretty easily and we found ourselves standing alone in front of the building.

"So...what's up?" He asked as I found myself short on words.

"Well...would you be mad if I...sort of dated Heather?" I stumbled a bit, not sure if that was even what I was going to do.

"Why would I? I told you, I just want you to have fun while you're here." He smiled as he said it, not a hint of sarcasm or anger to be seen.

"Are you sure? I mean-" My words were cut short as he planted a soft kiss on my lips.

"Do what makes you happy, Lil. As long I see you next year, I won't hold it against you." He turned and walked away as I stood there, a bit confused.

Whether the kiss meant anything or not, he had given me the permission I sought out. Now I had to face Heather. Was I really ready to do this? A few glances and giggles from the other girls as I caught up with them at the cabin didn't help as I knew they were still thinking that Mark and I were together. Heather's eyes caught mine and I could tell her anxiety had become nervousness as I walked towards her and we went to an empty bunk. The other girls didn't give us a second glance as we sat down and I opened my mouth to talk to her. I couldn't help but think how much I'd miss Mark's lips as I began to commit to my thoughts.

Alright guys, here's the next one. I can't promise this pace will continue, I hammered these out around the same time, but hopefully I'll get another out more quickly than these. Hope you enjoy!

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Our conversation started rather awkwardly as I realized I'd opened my mouth but no words came out for a full ten seconds. Heather stared at me patiently, wondering what I'd dragged her into. Finally, I managed to squeeze out a couple of words.

"So, yeah, thanks for letting me talk to you alone." Smooth.

"Yeah, no problem. What's up? What is this about?" She asked, fidgeting a bit as she awaited my response.

"Well...I was thinking. I mean, I'm not sure, but I'm kind of curious...how did you know you liked girls?" I wanted to transition a little slowly into the real reason for this talk. Not exactly a subtle start.

"Well...I just realized that boys weren't really that attractive to me. I mean, I just never felt a strong attraction to any guys and one day I realized I'd felt it for girls for quite a while. I thought that it was just me wanting to be their friend, but it was more than that. Why?" She was never too scared to open up to me.

"Um...no reason. Well, there's a reason, but I'm not sure how to say it. I don't want to give you the wrong idea...I mean, I...I think I like you." I stuttered on that last part, not sure if the words were exactly correct.

"Oh...like...'like' like me? Really?" She seemed unsure, but I could see a hint of excitement in her eyes.

"Well...I'm not sure. I mean...I had a lot of fun with you today and I realized I've been thinking about you ever since we talked at the lake. Isn't that what you'd call it?"

"Yeah...I mean, I'd say so. So...what about it?"

"I'm not sure. I don't think I'm really gay but...I don't really think I'm not, either." I had no idea how I'd gotten here as I realized that I'd rushed into this. Was I really going to date a girl just because she liked me and I kept thinking about her? What about the showers? Was I really into Heather or was I just curious and using her as a way to find out what I really wanted?

"Lilly, you don't have to do this. I know you like Mark, I don't want you to give up on him because you feel bad about me...I don't want you if it's just out of pity." She seemed a little upset and I realized just how serious my situation had become.

I hadn't planned on telling anyone about this, but I couldn't have her think I was just doing this to be nice to her. "No, it's not that. I wouldn't do that to you, you know that. I just...ever since I've got here I've been noticing...things."

"...Like what?"

"Well...like you and the others...in the showers. And when we change...stuff like that..." I had trouble meeting her eyes as I admitted this. Would she be mad about that? I couldn't imagine why she would be.

"You're serious?" Her eyes lit up again, the dejected look disappearing from her face, replaced by a slight smirk.

I just nodded. I couldn't really bring myself to say anything else. God forbid I admit what happened with Jenny to her. Although that was less than voluntary to start with, I couldn't deny that I'd enjoyed it.

"So what do you want to do? You know we can't really be a couple here, right?"

"Why not?"

"Well, think about it. Two girls are dating and they share a cabin? That would cause a few problems, wouldn't it?

I hadn't thought about that. "Well...darn. I didn't think about that...I'm sorry..."

She laughed a bit. "Why are you sorry? It sucks, but I'm still happy you told me. It means a lot to me. I'm used to not getting what I want, you know." She said that last part with a hint of bitterness.

We sat in silence for a while. I didn't know where to go from here. For some reason, I'd thought that would go a lot smoother than it had. I'd expected her to jump for joy and everything to feel better immediately. To be honest, everything felt worse. Eventually, she leaned over and hugged me. I shuddered a bit as warm breath hit my ear and I heard a soft thank you. Soon afterwards, it was time for showers. We'd spent much longer on our talk than I'd thought. I grabbed some underwear and a nightshirt before heading to the showers. Heather followed close by me, smiling a little as I realized that she now knew I'd be enjoying the shower as she had been. That was going to make things a little awkward.

I did my best not to stare at the others too much. Obviously, that didn't work so well when I knew Heather fully expected me to be staring. Surprisingly enough, I found my eyes drawn to her every chance I got. I tried not to let on to that fact, but she noticed quickly enough. I had to fight the urge to say or do something as she began to take advantage of that fact. She kept herself turned towards me as much as possible and her hands made a lot more contact with her chest and legs than I thought necessary. She maintained a subtle attitude but, if anyone else had been paying attention, it was pretty obvious that she was showing off. She bent over at the waist as much as possible and I swear she kept her legs a little further apart than usual. My eyes betrayed my desire to be subtle as I stared intently at her body. I couldn't help but get excited as I watched, my own body aching to be touched.

After an agonizing fifteen or twenty minutes of her torturing me, our showers ended. I did my best to dry off and get dressed quickly, not wanting to give her another chance to tease me. Soon enough, I was climbing into my bunk and lying down. The day hadn't seemed very long, yet I was pretty tired as my head hit the pillow. Nothing had gone the way I'd expected with Heather. I wanted to give her a chance to be happy and see what it was like to be with a girl. Now that didn't seem like it was going to happen. Would she really be okay with that? Why did she confess to me at all if she knew we couldn't be together? My mind demanded answers I didn't have as I slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

My mind swirled back into reality as I felt someone's lips pressed against mine. I opened my eyes, but I couldn't see anything in the darkness. I realized that there was someone on top of me as I felt a tongue sliding against my lips. As I became more aware, I realized that there was a hand on my breast, as well, squeezing a little roughly. As I tried to make sense of what was happening, my mind jumped to the most logical conclusion. Was this why Heather wasn't upset? Had she been planning on doing this ever since I talked to her? As I parted my lips, accepting the probing tongue into my mouth, I soon realized that the person on me was too small to be Heather. I pulled my head back from the kiss and stared up at them.

"Jenny?" I asked, only barely able to make out her face in the dark.

"She can't have you. You're mine and I won't let her take you away. Mark either." Her hand squeezed a bit tighter around my breast as she talked, her voice quiet but full of anger.

I didn't know what she was talking about. "What do you mean? I never agreed to that. You made me do that stuff with you."

"No, I made you do it the first time. The second time, in the woods, you liked it. That means you're mine."

I didn't have a chance to respond as her lips found my neck and she bit into my skin. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, but I definitely got her message. I did my best to relax as she started to kiss me again, her tongue slipping back into my mouth. As I lay beneath her, I soon noticed that she was naked. Her bare slit, warm and soaking wet, rested on my leg as she kissed me. I felt her begin to rock against my thigh as her kissing turned gentler. My resistance was gone as my body demanded that I give in to her. I began to kiss her back, my tongue wrapping around hers as I slid my hands up her body. I found her chest and palmed her flat breasts as her other hand slid down my stomach. I felt them slip under the elastic band of my panties and her fingers quickly parted me, rubbing up and down against me. Our lips parted and she began to breathe heavily as I noticed her hips rocking more quickly against my leg. Her fingers slowed down in my panties as she continued to grind against me, her body soon doubling over as she gripped my breast tightly. I could only moan in frustration as I tried to move myself against her fingers. I'd become very wet very quickly and she resumed her rubbing as she realized what I was trying to do. Her thumb and forefinger pinched my nipple between themselves as her ring and middle finger slid into me, my body gladly accepting the stimulation. My hands had fallen from her chest and now squeezed the sheets beneath me as her fingers pushed into me. I wanted to moan out loud, but fought to keep in the sound as she began to thrust in and out of me.

I nearly lost control over my voice as I felt her hand slide my shirt up and her tongue found my other breast, circling and flicking my stiff pink bud. My mind began to go blank as I felt myself nearing that wonderful feeling my body ached for. I clenched my teeth and nearly tore the sheets off my bed as it hit, my body writhing beneath the little girl atop me. Her fingers slammed into me as I rode out the pleasure, my body squirming out of my control. It felt like an eternity passed before I regained awareness and she slipped her hand out of my underwear. She didn't move for a minute, both of us staring at each other in the dark. After our breathing slowed down, she slid off of me and began to climb out of my bed. Was that it? Was she just going to take advantage of me like that and leave?

"Wait." I said, trying to whisper.

She stopped and looked at me, her body on full display as she had one leg on the bed and the other hanging off. I stared at her and she slowly crawled back into the bed, sitting next to me. She was waiting for me to say my peace, I guess.

"You can't just do that to me without asking, Jenny. That's not okay. I don't know what you think we are, but whatever this is can't keep happening." I almost hissed at her as I said it, trying not to raise my voice.

She sat still for a few minutes before she moved to sit down between my legs. She grabbed the waistband of my underwear and started to pull them down. I finally reacted and grabbed her hands, not letting her remove my underwear.

"Jenny, you've got to stop that! You can't just do whatever you want to someone." I snapped at her, my voice almost breaking into a higher volume.

She stared at me again, not saying a word. She hadn't given up on pulling down my panties, my hands still keeping them in place. As I stared back at her, I felt my will to resist draining again. How was she doing this to me? Her eyes seemed to demand that I let her have her way. At the same time, my body began to beg for more attention, my curiosity taking over as I realized what she intended to do. Was I really so weak that I would give in to her every time she did this? Or was I just so curious that I was willing to sacrifice my modesty for pleasure? Either way, my hands slowly let go of hers and she yanked my underwear down. Cold air caressed me as she leaned towards my mound. Her lips gave me a different kiss this time, her tongue wasting no time exploring my nether regions. I felt it flick against the ridge atop my slit and pleasure coursed through me, an intense shudder following it swiftly. So that's what Courtney had felt in the woods with Greg.

I found my hands buried in her hair as she tasted me. I couldn't help moaning here and there as she continued lapping at my privates. My legs had to be squeezing her head as I felt her wet member circling the top of my slit. Suddenly, I felt her fingers pressing at my entrance, quickly sliding into me. I gasped rather loudly and felt a rush of pleasure as my body convulsed against her tongue and fingers. She kept assaulting me with attention, her tongue not giving at all as her fingers began to curl inside me, moving faster as I squirmed. I nearly pulled her hair out as I felt another rush of pleasure and she pulled her fingers free of my clenching and twitching entrance.

She didn't bring her head up for a second and I realized that my thighs were holding her head in place. As I was about to relax my legs, a wicked thought crossed my mind. If she could make me do these things with her, I might as well get what I wanted from her, right? I squeezed my legs tighter and wrapped them around the back of her head, her mouth crashing against my groin.

"I didn't say you could stop." I whispered, staring down at her. She blinked, but made no obvious effort to escape before I felt her tongue exploring me again. Was she okay with this or did she just give in because she knew I had her trapped? I couldn't bring myself to care as my senses dulled and my mind sank back into an ocean of pleasure. Within minutes, her fingers were stretching me open again, this time a third one joining the other two as she pushed them as deep as they would go. I held her head in place with one hand as my legs wound up back on either side of her head. My other hand was holding the edge of my pillow into my mouth as I bit into it, fighting back screams of pleasure. I'd never felt something so intensely satisfying! Her tongue was rather good at hitting all the right spots, or maybe she just knew where to lick, either way I was absolutely drowning in my pleasure. A final wave of electricity shot through me as I nearly yelled out in satisfaction. She looked up at me as I writhed around, checking if she was okay to stop. I made no effort to stop her as she sat back up and looked at me.

As she looked at me and I caught my breath, I felt a deep sense of guilt growing in me. Had I just forced her to do that? Or did she force me into it? Was it mutual? I know she started it, but I didn't let her stop. I was ashamed of myself and didn't realize she'd moved until I felt her lying beside me and her arm wrapping around me. I turned to her in surprise.

"Thanks Lilly." She whispered, her face still covered in fluids that probably couldn't be discerned at this point. I stared at her and she leaned in to kiss me. Despite the mess on her face, I kissed her back. Was this what Heather had wanted with a girl? Was this what I wanted? I had no idea as I let myself enjoy Jenny's small lips between mine.

After a few minutes of laying there staring at her, I felt myself falling back to sleep. "Jenny, you'd better get dressed and get back in your bed, okay? If they find us like this, that'll get us in trouble."

She nodded and climbed out of my bed, not saying a word. What was this girl's deal? She didn't even look back at me as she left. I watched as she slid her night clothes back on and climbed into her bed. I couldn't waste time trying to figure it out as I felt sleep calling my name. Soon enough, I was out cold again.

I love it. I can definitely wait to see more of this!

it looks like you were potentially going to have chapters from different perspectives starting each chapter with a different name. I think you could toy with that, that would be interesting, but it could be done poorly so that's your choice.

another idea is a little more voyeurism, or maybe even some older/younger interaction between the chaperones and students...

please keep writing, you definitely have a following.

Oh I like the chaperone/camper idea... Courtney could get coerced into messing around with Lilly, which might make her think about her relationship with Jenny... Just tossing ideas around

Great update. Eagerly awaiting more.

Hey now, bad lil post, get back up on the first page where you belong

Thanks for keeping me bumped guys. I've got a chapter ready to post but it's a bit of a side story to the actual Summer Camp story. I wanted to explore one of the character's life outside of camp and it's a bit darker than what's been going on so far. If all goes as planned, I'll be posting it tonight. Thanks for your support and hopefully the next camp chapter will follow the side story soon.

>>21313
Jenny got molested, we know. Tell more story.

Ha, she did indeed get molested. I'm glad you guys caught onto that. The reason I'm posting her story is because I'm hoping it will allow me to vent some sexual content and focus more on Lilly's personal struggle at the camp. That being said, I have no idea how this will go so it's pretty much a shot in the dark. Anyway, here's Jenny's chapter

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Jenny sat at the dinner table, her leg bouncing on the floor. She wasn't used to everything being so quiet. The woman across from her and the man to her right weren't entirely unfamiliar, but eating with them like they were family was so strange. Until a few weeks ago, they'd just been her neighbors. She'd gone to their house a few times when her parents got really angry at each other and they had dinner then, but it was always understood that they were protecting her from her parents' rage. Now, they were pretending to be responsible for her.

"Jenny, are you going to eat anything? You know you'll be hungry later if you don't eat now." The woman said, her concern sounding so motherly.

"I don't feel like eating." Jenny said, not meeting the woman's eyes.

"Patricia, you can't force her to be hungry. We can wrap it up and she can eat it later." The man said, a kind smile breaking across his mouth as he spoke.

"I know. I just worry is all. Jenny, do you want me to put this up for later?"

Jenny simply nodded, her eyes staying on the table, not quite registering the food in front of her. Patricia collected the plate and walked back to the kitchen, the sound of tinfoil echoing back to the dining room.

"Thanks Ron..." Jenny mumbled.

"You don't have to call me that, you know..." The man said, an awkward silence following his words as he stopped himself from finishing his thought aloud.

"I know." She said, her mind swirling as she sat, her leg bouncing faster than ever.

"Are you okay honey?" He asked, concern washing over his face. "Jenny, look at me."

Her eyes tried to find him as the room got blurry. She saw movement as her head turned his direction, but the room was getting dark. In seconds, her vision was black. Muffled sounds echoed in her head as she felt herself sliding out of her chair. Before she could hit the floor, her mind was completely blank.

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Jenny's father was yelling again, a big glass bottle with a black label and brown liquid was in one hand as the other was raised toward her mother. Jenny sat quietly on the couch as his free hand made contact with her mother's face. Sobbing was the only response her mother could manage. He shoved her to the ground, demanding that she quit crying. Jenny knew how it would go, his yelling would continue until she stopped responding at all, then he'd leave. He might be back in the morning or he might not.

Sure enough, as her mother's resistance faded to silence, Jenny watched him walk out the kitchen door. After a long silence, save for quiet mumbling from her mother, Jenny went to her parents' bed. She slid her panties and nightshirt off, climbing under the covers. She didn't quite understand this part, but it never failed. Within minutes, her mother was there, sliding under the covers next to her. Her breath smelled bad and her eyes were glazed over, but her voice was soft as she spoke to Jenny. She whispered how much she cared about her and loved her; all the while her hands began to roam Jenny's body.

Jenny didn't say anything as her mother's fingers slid over her chest and between her legs, pinching and rubbing lightly. Jenny felt her mother's bare body press against her back as her fingers slid into the opening between her legs. Her body had grown accustomed to this ritual, her folds already soaked at her mother's touch. Jenny's hand moved around to caress her mother, knowing she wanted it. As her mother worked her fingers in and out, she felt pleasure building in her. She waited for the release she was now so accustomed to. The fingers in her kept a steady pace as they thrusted, her pleasure multiplying as she plateaued.

"I'm coming, Mommy!" She moaned, letting herself enjoy the pleasure she couldn't quite fathom.

The fingers slowed and withdrew within a matter of seconds, lightly playing with the outside of her privates.

"Want Mommy to keep making you feel good?"

Jenny nodded, knowing that she didn't really have a choice. She wasn't sure what would happen if she said no, but she didn't really care to find out. The fingers began to rub in circles around the stiff ridge of skin atop her slit. Her mother kept talking, saying such strange things as she touched her. Jenny never understood why there were so many words for her body and what it did, but she knew better than to ask. They never talked about these things when they weren't happening.

"That's right baby, come for Mommy. Do you like it when Mommy touches your pussy?"

The words were hardly audible; her mother mostly mumbled her way through this. Jenny whimpered out a quiet 'yes' as she felt another orgasm approaching. Her mother's fingers kept pace as her body twitched, pleasure overwhelming her. She felt her muscles tensing and relaxing all over as she gasped for air. Several minutes passed as her mother continued to gently stroke her and whisper to her.

"Will you eat Mommy's pussy for her? Mommy wants to feel good, too." Her words sounded desperate and hollow.

Jenny didn't say anything as she pulled the covers off and moved down the bed, sitting beside her mother's legs. Her legs spread and Jenny lay down between them, her face coming to rest where her mother's legs met. Jenny licked the outer lips for a moment before they were parted by her mother's fingers.

"That's so good, honey. Now lick Mommy's clit. It'll make her feel really good, okay?"

Jenny went for the sweet spot, knowing how to finish this quickly. She never cared for the taste of her mother, but there were worse things for sure. She circled her tongue over the moist flesh her mother held on display. She didn't wait for instruction as she slid her fingers into her mother, knowing what she wanted. Soon enough, she pulled her mother's clit into her mouth and suckled it as she thrust her fingers in and out. Words melded into moans as her mother climaxed, her hands running through and gently pulling on Jenny's hair. Jenny didn't stop as her mother continued to moan, her hips bucking and bouncing on the bed. Jenny couldn't handle it like her Mommy did; one or two separate orgasms were enough for her. Her mommy liked to have several in a row, though, and taught Jenny how to give them really well. Soon enough, they were both exhausted and passed out next to each other, not bothering to get dressed.

Hours later, Jenny was awoken by her father's angry voice. He was mumbling something about her mother. He stood by the bed, the bottle from earlier still in his hand and significantly less full. Jenny sat up and looked at him, knowing what was about to happen. He slurred out more insults about her mother before he grabbed her arm and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Jenny moved willingly, knowing that it only hurt more if she resisted. He knelt down in front of her and said something about her being a little whore. He said she smelled like sex and she stared at him, not blinking.

More rambling followed as he laid her back and spread her legs. His fingers awkwardly explored her hole, not even bothering to let her get wet first. At least her Mommy was considerate. He grabbed her jaw and pulled her mouth open, demanding she drink from the bottle he held. She didn't fight as he sloppily poured the liquid into her mouth. It burned and she choked as she swallowed it. He forced her to drink it again, her mind getting hazy as it hit her stomach. She felt his tongue awkwardly exploring her chest, very little pleasure coming of his endeavors. She moaned a little as he found a rhythm, her body adjusting to his sudden assault. Soon enough, she felt good again. He wasn't as good at making her feel good as her Mommy was, but he managed to make her climax once before he fell back to the floor and tried to stand up.

He groaned as he said something about it being her turn. She scooted forward, sitting up on the edge of the bed as he stood before her. She undid the button and zipper on his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He didn't have any underwear on and his member bounced freely before her face. She grabbed him and began to slide her hand up and down his shaft, fighting to make him fully hard. He never could get it completely stiff when he had been drinking that much. She continued stroking him for a minute, his hands gently running across her face and through her hair as he whispered about how she looked like her mother when they first met. She felt his hand on the back of her hand and moved her mouth towards him, struggling to fit the head into her mouth. She managed to take it in a couple of inches and began to bob back and forth, letting her tongue press against the bottom of him. She moved her hand in time with her mouth, knowing he wouldn't last long like this. She continued working him until his eyes closed and he started to groan.

She winced as hot, bitter fluid filled her mouth. She coughed and choked as he held her in place, pouring every bit into her throat. She swallowed as best as she could, feeling him press as deep as he could into her mouth. She managed to get most of it down and he let her go after a few seconds. She pulled her mouth off of him and wiped her face off; spit and his thick, white fluid dribbling down her chin. She stared as more oozed out of his half-erect member. He dripped onto her legs as he stood there, not saying anything.

The silence broke as he climbed into the bed, crawling to her mother. He rolled her over and yanked the covers off. Jenny watched as he pulled her legs apart and attempted to work himself into her, still only half-hard. Jenny straddled her mother, spread her open and began to stroke her father again, rubbing him against her mother's opening. He managed to get hard again, although not as hard as earlier, and began to push into her. Jenny softly stroked her mother’s clit as he pounded into her. At some point or another, she had awoken and simply allowed them to continue, moaning at their attention. As Jenny stroked and her father pounded, Jenny's mother began to moan louder, clearly enjoying their efforts. She must've gotten off several times before he grunted heavily and pressed into her. Jenny knew he was squirting into her, his thrusts matching the pulsing shots. He withdrew as the last little bit squirted, landing on both Jenny and her mother.

After they quietly mumbled to each other, both clearly unaware of what was going on around them, Jenny slipped back to her room. They would pass out soon and never speak a word of what happened; not to her or anyone else. Jenny sometimes wondered if it was real or if she was dreaming all of these things. She knew it was real, though. She knew it wasn't right, either. Why else wouldn't they talk about it? Nobody at school ever said anything about their parents doing it. She crawled into her bed and looked at the clock which read 12:07. Jenny smiled as she realized it was her birthday.

Both of her parents? Jeez...

Well, I've taken this girl to a dysfunctional extreme so I had to take her parents there, as well. I've thought about adding in a bit more from that part of her life but I think I'm ready to show her life with her foster parents when I get back to her story. Anything else you guys are hoping to see?

>>21340
More updates?

Ha, I guess that's a fair request. I'm trying, I promise you guys. On the bright side, however, the next update is ready and I'll post it as soon as I'm back on my computer. The one after it should come along a little more quickly, too. Thanks for being patient with me you guys, I know it's a nightmare waiting for updates. I keep up with several other stories on here and I know I get impatient, so I feel your pain.

>>21340
Updates to the actual story. This Jenny thing doesn't follow the pattern or syntax of the original story, and I want to hear more about Lilly.

Yeah, you're getting more Lilly. I'll try to bring some Lilly updates alongside the Jenny chapters. There will probably only be three chapters on Jenny, anyway. I have to apologize, this chapter doesn't contain much explicit content but, if all goes well, the next one should be a big update with plenty of that. Now, without further ado, here's the next chapter!

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Saturday ended up being a free day for us. I spent a large part of the morning in my bunk writing down a lot of my thoughts about the week so far. I made sure not to let anyone see what I was writing, I couldn't imagine what one of them might say if they read some of it. Of course, most of them had been a part of it at some point or another. In fact, the only ones I hadn't really had some strange new experiences with were the twins.

My impromptu journal started with my first day. I wrote down my first impressions of all the girls and the guys who stood out to me in particular. I couldn't really think of what to write when I got to Mark and Heather. They both had such huge impacts on me already, I couldn't fathom summing them up in a few sentences. I moved on, not wanting to slow down.

I wrote about my first night in the showers with Jenny, vaguely recalling the feeling I discovered before Courtney called us to bed. Of course, waking up in the middle of the night to see Courtney's writhing form in her bed was next on the page. I followed it up with the trust fall, my first personal encounter with Mark. The shower that night, as well as skinny dipping with the others, got some considerable paper real estate.

Soon enough, I was writing about last night. I felt myself getting a little emotional as I realized I'd basically been rejected by Heather. I paused as I considered writing down what had happened after that. Jenny's midnight confrontation confused me. I couldn't decide what my thoughts were on it, but I wrote it down anyway. I recounted it exactly as it had happened; only downplaying my aggressiveness a little bit. As I found myself at the end of it, I noted how I sort of wished it was Heather like I'd first thought. I guess I really did have feelings for her.

Finally, I closed my notebook and stuffed it back into my bag. With all of that off my mind for a time, I decided to spend some time with the others. Most of them had gone to the cafeteria for phone calls to their families. My parents hadn't exactly invited me to call them and I really didn't have much I could tell them. Instead, I looked around at the girls still in the cabin. I spotted the twins on their beds playing on two matching, red DS systems. Aside from that, Sam was the only other one in the cabin and she was busy in her own notebook.

With a reluctant sigh, I approached the twins, trying not to be awkward. For having been here a whole week, my interactions with them had been almost non-existent. In fact, the only thing I knew about them was that our parents had worked together. As opening statements go, that was pretty lousy. I opted to go for a plainer introduction, instead.

"Hey Kayla...Layla. What're you guys doing?" I said it as casually as possible but Kayla looked up at me like I'd disturbed them greatly.

"We're playing a game." Kayla said, rather abruptly.

"Fire Emblem, actually." Layla said, glancing up at me.

I turned my attention to the friendlier sister. "What's that?"

"Tactical RPG. Not your thing." Kayla said, trying to get rid of me, it seemed.

"You have a team of characters that grow as you play. You can build relationships and, if they die, they're gone for good." Layla seemed more open to conversation than Kayla.

I sat next to Layla, on the opposite side of Kayla. "That's cool. I didn't know we were allowed to bring games here."

"We're not." Kayla said, despite the fact that I'd tried to aim that at Layla.

"We sneak them in. Courtney's caught us a couple times but never said anything." Layla said, grinning a bit at the statement.

"So are you guys playing together?" I asked, trying to at least act interested in their thing.

"We're playing at the same time." Kayla never took her eyes off her console.

"This isn't exactly a multiplayer game. We just like playing together." Layla turned her screen just slightly, letting me see what was happening.

A gridline was flashing around little character sprites as she selected a character and moved the cursor to a square facing an enemy. A short battle sequence played out and she was returned to the overhead view of the battle. "That looks fun. I had a DS but I never knew what games to play on it."

"I'm going to the bathroom." Kayla said, closing her DS and stepping off the bed.

"Actually, we both have a 3DS. This game wasn't on the DS. You should play it if you ever get a 3DS." Layla didn't blink at her sister's exit.

"So...does she not like me or is she that focused on the game?" I asked, feeling a bit insulted at Kayla's direct nature of conversation.

"That's just Kayla. She's more like our mother than she'd ever admit. Mom says I take after our dad more."

"Is that so? I guess your dad's pretty cool, then." I joked, trying to butter her up a bit. I wasn't going to make any headway with her sister if I couldn't get her to open up.

"I wouldn't use 'cool' as a way to describe me or my dad. Maybe 'nice', but he's far from cool. Same goes for me." She didn't seem like she was being down on herself, she actually sounded really earnest in her declaration.

"You don't seem uncool. Neither of you. Though Kayla's a little..." I thought for a second.

"Bitchy?" Layla finished my sentence for me.

I choked out a laugh and stuttered, "Well...that's one way to put it. She's a bit abrupt."

"She knows. She doesn't really fight it anymore. In fact, she seems to be trying to use it like our mom does. At least she gets what she wants that way." Layla paused her game and closed her 3DS. "I prefer to be friendlier, though."

"That's good. Not that there's anything wrong with her method, I guess...” I scooted back on the bed a bit, getting more comfortable.

Layla simply shrugged.

"...So, how come we haven't talked much since camp started?" I asked, deciding to drop the veil of ignorance most conversations held up.

"Well, you've been busy with Mark and Heather. Not to mention sneaking out at night and dealing with Jenny." Layla seemed intent on dropping the veil even lower.

"What do you mean?" Perhaps the veil was there for a reason, this had gotten uncomfortable quickly.

"Well, you've had a boyfriend and a girlfriend plus a little leech all in the first five days of camp." Kayla had returned.

"You didn't really think nobody had noticed, did you? Mark may be a bit closed off, but you dropped him in a minute as soon as you thought you wanted to try things with Heather. Plus, you're the only one Jenny will talk to and yet you don't really try to get her to open up to the others at all." Layla laid into me a bit on that one, though she didn't sound aggressive, just honest.

"Well...Mark said he was okay with it. Besides, I don't know what to do about Jenny. There's more to her than you guys know. A lot more...and I barely know the smallest bit of it... As for Heather, well...I don't know what the deal is with her. I think we're just friends."

"We're all just friends. Nobody at this camp dates." Kayla popped her DS back open and resumed her game.

"It's an unspoken rule. We never say we're dating. That hasn't stopped anyone from doing what they want with who they want. Like you and the others at the lake that night, we all do what we want because we know this isn't the same as our regular lives." Layla actually acknowledged me with her eyes as she spoke. "Nothing that happens here at camp is real when we leave."

"Of course it is. It's not like your game. Everything we do here is real." I felt more than a little confused, were these girls that far from reality?

They both glared at me.

"Okay, sorry! I didn't mean it like that..." I'd stepped on their toes a bit there.

"You don't get what we're saying." Kayla said flatly, her fingers resuming their dance across the controls.

"Of course it's real, Lilly. It just doesn't matter the way the rest of our lives do. If you do something totally crazy and weird here, you only have to live with it for the three weeks you stay. If it were really bad, you might even get sent home early. At home, if you tried some crazy stunt, you'd be stuck with the people who saw it. Your parents...your friends at school...pretty much everyone. Here, you can be however you want and you never have to face your decisions again if you never come back."

"So...you guys aren't like this at home?" I asked, not sure I followed them completely.

"Of course we are." Kayla must have smaller lungs than her sister.

"Sadly, we don't have that luxury. We go home together. If we do something here, the other always knows about it. Though we're perfectly happy with ourselves, so it doesn't really bother us. On top of that, we don't really care what each other does." Layla stared at me, trying to decide whether she'd explained it in a way I could follow.

"So do you think everyone here acts differently at home?"

"It doesn't matter." Kayla said.

"There's no way to know. That's the whole point, though. We're friends with whoever you choose to be when you're here, regardless of who you are at home."

"So do you think I'm unhappy with who I am at home?" I asked, my thoughts circling back to what they said a minute ago.

"Probably." Thanks, Kayla.

"Only if you act different there than you do here. If you're about the same, then you like yourself."

I didn't like where that conversation was leading, so I decided to change gears. "...What was it like last year?"

"The same."

"Everybody just had fun. That's why we all came back. This year does seem to be getting more interesting, though..." Layla trailed off, her gaze turning away from me for a second as a sly smile flashed across her lips.

I started to ask her what she meant but was quickly interrupted by the sound of the front door closing. The rest of the girls were back from their phone calls. Despite my desire to know what Layla's last statement had meant, I got up to go talk to the others. Kayla and Layla didn't move from their spot; although they quietly put away their games.

As everyone got settled back in, I sat down on the bottom bunk of my bed with Heather. For a long, uncomfortable amount of time, we didn't say a word. I felt like there wasn't much for me to say to her at this point. I started to try saying something, but she cut me off.

"You know we don't have to be any different around each other, right?" She said, turning to look at me.

"I know, it's just weird. I didn't want things to get awkward between us..."

"They don't have to be. You know, it's funny...I never thought I'd have to tell a girl no, much less that I'd ever even have a girl ask me that." She looked to me, half expecting me to laugh, but it didn't feel like the right time to be laughing. "....Just because we can't date doesn't mean we can't be close, you know."

"What do you mean?" I asked, not sure I was ready to get close to her again.

"Well, it doesn't have to be anything you don't want, but, if you're curious about that stuff...why don't we try it together?" She said, her eyes only briefly meeting mine.

"Isn't that...wrong?" I guess that was a bit hypocritical of me, considering I'd kissed her and done much more with Jenny.

Speaking of Jenny, she managed to appear right as I finished my sentence. Heather looked at her and then back to me, laughing at her intrusion. "I guess it depends on how you choose to look at it." Her face turned more serious and a little bit hopeful, "Just think about it, okay?" She got up and went over to her bed, leaving me with Jenny.

It felt odd to discuss it with everyone else present, but I had to ask. "So are you still not willing to share?"

Jenny shook her head, looking at me. "You're mine. I told you. She can't just take you away. That's not fair."

"Jenny, whatever it is we're doing, you know it's not right. I don't think anybody would be okay with it if they found out." I said, trying to get her to understand.

"So? Why does it matter what they think? My parents say the same thing..." She seemed upset, almost angry, at my words.

"Jenny...I don't know why you think this stuff is normal, but it's not. I don't mind being your friend, but we shouldn't be doing those things."

"But you like it. It feels good. What's wrong with that?"

"..." That was a tough question.

"I don't wanna stop. I like it and I know you do, too." She kept her eyes locked on mine as she said this, "I won't just let you leave like everyone else."

I started to respond but I was interrupted by Courtney barging into the cabin and announcing that it was lunch time. Jenny hopped up and walked toward the door before I could react.

Lunch felt a little rushed. Before all of us were done, the coaches came into the cafeteria and told us they had a surprise for us. Everyone else seemed to know what was coming but I was almost worried what that could mean. My fears proved to be unfounded when they announced that there would be a bonfire tonight. I had never been to a bonfire, but I always imagined them being fun. The rest of the campers acted very excited so I had to guess that they'd had one last year and it was fun. As I wondered what exactly you did at a bonfire, Nadia and Sam approached me.

"Hey Lil." Sam said, smiling at me.

"Hey...what are you guys up to?" I asked, realizing I'd been ignoring them a bit since I started talking to Heather.

Nadia took over, looking a bit more serious than usual. "You've gotta get ready for tonight."

"What do you mean? It's just a bonfire, what do I have to do to get ready for that?"

"First off, the new kids are gonna have to tell everyone about their week so far. Usually, that'd be it but, since we think you're pretty cool, you've got plans after the fire goes out." Sam said, smiling deviously at me.

"You better pick something nice to wear. You gotta make a good impression while you're still wearing it." Nadia said, laughing at her own joke.

"Wait, who all is involved here?" I asked, wondering if it was the same group as before.

"Don't worry about that. You're welcome to invite someone, but you'd better pick carefully. We don't need a snitch out there tonight." Sam said, getting a look from Nadia.

"Try not to tell the twins. Kayla would be all over us if she found out. Layla would be okay, but you can't have one without the other, apparently." Nadia said, rolling her eyes. "Come on, finish eating and I'll help you pick some clothes out."

I sighed, not sure what exactly she thought I brought to wear that was so fancy. "Alright, but calm down...oh right, I forgot who I was talking to."

Despite how serious I'd actually been, they both laughed and I figured it was better to play along and be funny than to be a je

The cabin was quiet as we were the first two back. Sam stayed behind to chat with the others and give me and Nadia some time without inquiring eyes on us. I realized pretty quickly that none of my clothes were going to suit her needs as we dug through my bag.

"Jeez, what are you? A Mormon? Where's all your cute clothes?" She asked, tossing the contents of my bag around like a blender. "You know what, you're not quite as tall as me but you should wear the same size shirt at least. My boobs aren't that much bigger than yours. Come on, let's look at my stuff."

She pulled her bag from under the bed and opened it up; neat stacks of shirt, pants, underwear and other various items filled it perfectly. "You make a mess of my bag but yours looks like this?"

I was largely ignored as she shoved a few shirts at me. I waited for the barrage of clothes to end before I went to go try them on. "Where are you going? Just try them on here. We're alone, remember? It's not like we all haven't seen each other naked, you know?"

I sighed, pulling my shirt over my head, goosebumps running across my body as the cold air and her stare both met my bare skin. My nipples stiffened as a small chill made me shudder. I grabbed the first shirt she'd tossed to me and slipped it on, a little too happy to be covering myself back up. She looked at me for a long minute, critiquing me as she did. She waited another second before shaking her head. "Next."

I stripped again, my nipples still hard and goosebumps still dotting my skin. Nadia said nothing as I slid into the next shirt. "Well?" I asked, hoping this would be quicker.

She shook her head. "Not that either. In fact, skip the next two, too. If that one didn't work, those won't either. Try that one." She said, pointing at one of the last ones she handed me.

I slipped out of the rejected shirt and grabbed the one she indicated, turning away to put it on as I picked it up. I got it on and, after a few adjustments, turned to show her.

"Yes. A thousand times yes. Now...try this on with it." She tossed a skirt at me. I slipped my pants off and she stopped me. "Wait, what about your underwear?"

I froze. I'd never worn underwear for anyone but myself, why would it matter? "What about them?"

"You can't wear those! Look, you didn't wear them long enough for it to matter last time but this time they've gotta look good. Especially if you're gonna be in a skirt. Hold on, try the skirt on and lose the kiddie panties." She turned back to her bag and started digging.

I slid the underwear down quickly, taking advantage of her being turned away. The skirt went up and I stood rigidly, keeping my legs close together as a strange feeling settled in. A skirt without panties felt so...free.

"I'd tell you go without like I am, but that skirt is too perfect for that shirt and you don't need everyone getting a free peek tonight at the fire. That being said, try these." She threw a small pink wad of cloth at me.

I spread the fabric out, revealing a rather miniscule pair of bikini style panties with various transparent sections along the waist band and just above the crotch. I had to admit they were a perfect match for the rest of the outfit but... "No."

"Come on. As long as you don't do any handstands, nobody will be able to tell." She said, waiting for me to put them on. "Either that, or you wear the little kid panties. Or go without." She looked at me daringly, knowing I wouldn't go without and that, thanks to her taunting, my regular panties were no longer acceptable.

I reluctantly slid them on, doing my best not to display my lower half as I pulled them up under the skirt. She laughed at my awkward effort but grinned in satisfaction as the outfit came together. "Perfect. Now take it off and put your clothes back on. You can't wear it until the fire; otherwise the whole effect is lost."

"Ugh...why didn't we do this later then? I can't keep up with you sometimes...or ever."

She didn't say anything as she turned to her bag and picked out an outfit for herself. She stripped as she tried on various outfits and I slowly took off the clothes she'd assigned to me and laid them on my bed, standing naked in the cabin. It felt kind of good to stand there naked but I still didn't like how cool the air was and went to put my clothes back on. I stopped as I reached for my panties and bit my lip, struggling with myself momentarily. I quickly grabbed my pants instead and slipped into them, leaving my underwear on the bed. I looked over at Nadia, hoping she hadn't noticed. She glanced back at me as I buttoned my pants, then looked at my underwear and smirked. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

I ignored her as I slid my shirt back on, two small protrusions poking through the thin fabric on either side of my chest. "Hey Nadia...what about a bra?"

She looked over at me and giggled as she noticed my problem. "Yeah, they start to do that after a while. I'd say the boys might like it but I don't get the feeling that you're ready for that. Let me see real quick. My mom did most of my packing, to be honest, but I should have something nice in here. Actually...aha!" She shouted in exaggerated victory, holding a pink bra high in the air before tossing it at me. "It's from the same set as those underwear and I bought them around the same time last year. They'll match. Plus, that'll make your boobs look bigger."

"That's really not the point but whatever. I just don't want to have the other problem either." I blushed a bit as I tried to get into the bra. I figured it out up to the point of the clasp, fumbling a bit with it. Nadia quickly took over and fixed it for me. She straightened the shoulder straps, which had rolled as I slid into it, and then she pushed up on the cups. They dug in on either side of my chest. I looked down at myself and was surprised to find that I filled the small cups quite a bit as they pushed up on me. "How...?"

"Haha, it's a push-up bra. You may not have much but it'll make it look like you've got more than ever."

I laughed and admired myself in it. My first bra ever and it was a push-up bra that wasn't even mine. It was strange, but I had to admit that it made me feel a little giddy. I fumbled with the clasp again, practicing it a few times before I took the bra off and put it with the rest of my outfit. I didn't want to wear it until the time was right so I decided to deal with my little problem until then. As far as we'd been told, we wouldn't be seeing the boys until the bonfire anyway. "Hey Nadia...thanks."

"No problem girl. I know you've been busy with other stuff, but we're friends. We got your back, you know?" She smiled at me. "Oh, and you can keep that. I hate to let the skirt go, but it fits the outfit too well. The rest of its getting a bit small for me, though." She gestured to her boobs which, to be fair, probably would be popping out of the bra if mine were filling it. "Besides, after tonight, I probably won't want the panties back regardless."

"Thanks but...what do you mean by that?" I asked, my mind imagining a few very specific scenarios that could unfold tonight that might ruin the underwear for her.

"I think you know. Just have fun tonight, okay?" Her tone was obviously rhetorical as she returned to what she was doing.

I started to realize that it was going to be a lot bigger night than I'd expected.

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Bumpity bump. Moar moar.

>"Besides, after tonight, I probably won't want the panties back regardless."

Damn, eagerly awaiting more!

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*MILD SPOILER* In the truth or dare game, the seating order, clockwise from left to right, is Nadia, Sam, Heather, Lilly, Mark, Luke and Phillip *END SPOILERS*

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I looked down at my outfit, admiring Nadia's work. I had a layered, ruffled white skirt that stopped several inches above my knees, higher than any skirt I'd ever worn before. My shirt was pink with a solid tank-top shape and loose, see-through sleeves that stopped just around my shoulders. Beneath my shirt was the pink push-up bra, which swelled my chest considerably on either side, matched by the pair of panties under the skirt. I had to admit that my outfit was really nice.

As I slipped my shoes on, we all got ready to head out. I was getting pretty excited as we walked out the door and started our march down to the lake. We got there almost as soon as the boys, the fire still a little small to be considered a bonfire. We all got comfortable on some logs that the coaches had rolled to the sides of the fire for seating. To start off, they went over the obvious, telling us not to play in the fire or go in the water.

After their speech, they called Jenny, Little Sam and I to stand in front of the others. I nervously stood as they continued talking for a minute.

"These three are new here at the camp, as I'm sure you're all aware. I've seen them making friends and having fun all week with the rest of you and I've been really happy to see it. If they're up for it, as is tradition at our first-week bonfire, I'd like them to tell us about their experience so far. Now, I know the two little ones here tend to be a bit shy so, Lilly, would you mind going first?" Mr. Hardy looked at me, awaiting my response.

I froze, not really sure how to give a public speech, much less what to say about my week so far.

Mrs. Hardy came to my rescue pretty quickly. "Don't be nervous, Lilly. You've been our most social new camper ever. You became a part of the group pretty quickly, so just tell them how much fun you've been having with them."

The brief interruption didn't last long enough to ease my nerves a lot but it gave me a second to gather my courage. "Uh...hey everyone. I guess you all know me by now, for the most part." My eyes darted to Mark and Heather. "I'm not sure what to say other than...well, it's been a lot of fun. I've never really had a lot of close friends but everyone here has been really great so far...I'm really glad I came. ...Thanks...for listening and for being my friends." I turned to Mr. and Mrs. Hardy, almost wishing I had a mic I could hand back to them and make a smooth exit.

Thankfully, they let Little Sam step forward next and I slipped back behind them, next to Jenny. Little Sam made a quick speech about his first week with everyone, opting not to stay in front of the crowd any longer than I had. As he started to step back, I felt Jenny's hand grip my arm and her nails dug in. I sucked in a sharp breath as the coaches looked back at Jenny expectantly. She nearly drew blood as she stepped forward, still holding my arm. I assumed that meant I had no choice as I joined her in front of the others.

"I...I've had a lot of fun with everyone. ...Thanks." She rushed back to Little Sam, yanking me along behind her.

"Alright...I guess that's it for our new campers. We hope you've all enjoyed the first week of camp as much as they have. We're going to leave you with your chaperones for the night. Putting all of this together was pretty tough work!" Mr. Hardy laughed at his statement, feigning exhaustion.

"Enjoy it, kids. We're back to activities tomorrow!" Mrs. Hardy shouted as she left, all of the campers starting to talk over her.

The chaperones took over, getting our attention long enough to hand out hot dogs and s'mores. I quickly found myself sitting between Heather and Mark, a space cleared for me without a word said. Jenny, of course, sat down between me and Heather, making it as awkward as possible. Heather laughed, Jenny coming between us once again seemed adorable to her. I couldn't imagine her laughing if she knew the real reason we kept being interrupted. Jenny really was a devious little girl, but nobody seemed willing to notice it except for me.

As we sat there talking, we roasted hot dogs and marshmallows over the fire. Several marshmallows wound up turning to ash as they were forgotten or ignored over the flames. At some point, Terry, Phillip and John managed to impale several marshmallows on some hot dogs and roast them together before attempting to eat them. Of course, the marshmallows burned faster than the hot dogs cooked so most of them turned up with cold dogs or ashy marshmallows. Mark was as friendly as he'd ever been the whole night, never once making an out of the way comment or giving me any bad looks. Could the twins have been wrong? Did I really hurt him when I turned to Heather? Maybe I still didn't understand what they were talking about, after all.

Heather was equally enjoyable company. After the first hour, the entire week of emotional stress faded into nothingness. I never once thought about whether I wanted Mark or Heather, or how much it bothered me that they were so difficult to understand. In fact, the longer the night went on, the closer I felt to both of them. The other campers seemed to respect the unique bond we had formed, even joking about our strange friendship. The twins in particular seemed more lively than ever, their attention focused on Kyle and Terry. Layla and Terry seemed to be sitting awfully close and talking especially quiet as it got late into the night. Kayla was keeping Kyle at a distance, but she had a big, goofy grin on her face every time he said anything.

As the night flew by, Jenny got tired and wound up sleeping with her head in my lap. As frustrated as I was with her, she was absolutely adorable like that. Heather, Mark and I talked about everything from favorite movies to most embarrassing moments. As expected, several of our conversations bled over into the whole group and we all shared stories and thoughts about whatever topic was at hand.

We were quite happily chatting away when Little Sam said something to Mark about needing to go to the bathroom. Mark laughed a bit and was about to get up and take Little Sam to the camp when Samantha cut him off. "I'll take him! I've gotta go, anyway."

Mark checked with Little Sam to make sure he was okay with it before she took off with him. Nobody else paid it any attention but, as I was talking to the others, the idea left an uncomfortable feeling in my mind. I didn't let the thought persist but it certainly was taking them a while to get back. Finally, after more than twenty minutes, I decided I needed to make a trip to the bathroom as well. Heather offered to join me but I told her I'd be fine. I wasn't really worried about walking up there by myself, just about what I'd find when I got up there. Since Samantha had been leading Little Sam, I assumed they would be going to the girls' cabin. I barged straight into the bathrooms in our cabin, but surprisingly found nobody. I thought that maybe Little Sam didn't want to use the girl's bathroom so I headed to the boys' cabin to check theirs.

Being in their cabin was strange. I looked around, wondering if I could figure out whose bed was whose, but it turned out to be a fruitless effort. I knew better than to dig much, but I couldn't help being slightly disappointed that I couldn't snoop around. As I entered their bathroom, I was confronted with something I'd never seen before. I'd heard mention of it, but never realized I'd see them this way. Small, rectangular toilets hung from the wall in front of me. Urinals. Such a strange sight.

As I fought my fascination with the devices, even having to convince myself that I didn't have time to find out if I could successfully use one, I realized that nobody was in this bathroom, either. Had I missed them in the time that I'd been in the girls' cabin? Maybe they were already back at the fire. I struggled with my curiosity for another minute before deciding to head back to the others. My suspicion was unfounded, it seemed. However, I decided not to waste this opportunity, seeing as how I may never get it again...

Peeing in a urinal proved pretty successful. The only problem was that I ended up having to wash myself off in certain places because I realized, just a little too late, that I couldn't wipe and flush in the urinal. It was a weird rush to have added that to my list of accomplishments in life, but it made me pretty happy. I left the cabin and began to march back to the fire when I stopped and looked towards the woods, in the direction of our activities field. I paused, indecision plaguing my mind. With only a smidgen of doubt, I sprinted to the field, heading straight for the clearing in the woods.

It took me a few minutes to get into the woods but, as soon as I couldn't see the field behind me, I heard voices. I recognized Sam's instantly, although she wasn't talking as much as just making some pretty strange sounds. In fact, both voices were moaning and breathing pretty heavily more so than using any words. I definitely heard Sam using a few words I wasn't too familiar with, though. I changed direction a bit, trying to find them based on where the sounds were coming from. As it turns out, that's not so easy in the woods as sounds like to echo. Within minutes, I'd gotten turned around and realized that I'd lost the path. In fact, I think I was further away from them and even deeper in the woods. I stopped and closed my eyes, trying to focus on their voices. I turned where it sounded loudest and walked as straight as I could in that direction. Luckily, I could tell they were getting louder as I kept moving forward. In fact, if I didn't know better, I'd say they were getting louder and...faster. I kept moving forward, hurrying towards the sounds.

I discovered exactly what I'd expected as soon as I caught sight of them. Somehow, it still surprised me to see it. Sam was on all fours, her face in the grass as she moaned. Little Sam was kneeling behind her, his hips thrusting against her rather hard. Both of them were so caught up in the moment, they didn't hear or see me as I approached. I should've hidden but there was no way they wouldn't know someone had seen them if I tried to sneak away. I stood at the edge of the clearing, fascinated and shocked as Little Sam's hips slammed into Samantha's in a final, powerful thrust. Samantha's fingers ripped grass from the ground as she cried out and Little Sam hunched over her, his hips spasming as he buried himself as deeply as he could.

Perhaps I should've tried to hide; it took them a full minute and a half to notice me.

"Oh shit!" Samantha shrieked, startled.

Little Sam just stared, too tired to do anything but look at me in surprise.

"Uhh...hi." I stuttered, not sure what to think.

"...Hi. It's not what you think-"

"I started it!" Little Sam said, cutting her off.

"I...don't think I care. I mean...really, it's no big deal. I won't tell anyone." I said, feeling a bit relieved.

"Oh thank god. You scared the hell out of me, Lil." Samantha said, sliding forward and rolling on her side. Little Sam's...well, little Sam slipped out of her and I could see he was coated in her wetness in the moonlight.

They both quickly threw on their clothes as I looked away. We all headed back to the boys' cabin since it was closest. They both went into the bathroom and cleaned up, leaving me out to keep watch. Luckily, nobody else had come looking for us yet. As we headed out of the cabin, I had to break the silence.

"So, how did this happen?"

"Well...you remember when I took Little Sam back to the cabins from the lake the other day?" Samantha said, looking nervously at me.

"Yeah, you guys never came back down so I kinda figured you were tired or didn't feel good either."

"Well...I took him to their cabin and he was staring at me a lot. I noticed it before he said anything but, he asked me why-"

Little Sam cut her off again. "Okay, okay! It was embarrassing enough the first time Sam!"

"Sorry, sorry! Let's just say...he didn't understand why his body was reacting the way it was. So I showed him." She kinda giggled as she said it.

"Okay, well why then?"

"...Uhh...why not?" Samantha said, not entirely sure of herself.

"Cuz it feels good and we like it!" Little Sam said, a little overly sure of himself.

"Okay, well you guys have been gone for a long time and now I have, too. So what's our excuse?"

"We saw you coming up and decided to wait for you to go back?"

"Then I'd still be taking forever." I said, not liking that option.

"Well...I don't know, then. Sam?" Samantha turned to Little Sam.

"Tell them I didn't feel good. We went to the girls' cabin so you could get something out of your bag and Lilly found us in there and stayed to make sure I was okay." He looked at me as if he was expecting me to okay the plan.

"That...actually sounds good. Sam, you okay with that?"

"Yeah...that works, but why aren't you still feeling bad?"

"....Gas?" I offered, not sure they'd settle for such an embarrassing answer.

An awkward stare was shared between them before they agreed, much to my surprise. We arrived back at the fire and Samantha whispered our excuse to the chaperones who just laughed and nodded. A surprising success. I sat back down with Mark and Heather, realizing Jenny was asleep in Heather's lap from the other side. That had to be an interesting transition. I fought the urge to ask about her and picked conversation up with them. Neither one mentioned how long I'd been gone so I never made a big deal of it. I guess it seemed like we'd been gone longer because I had gotten paranoid. Aside from Little Sam eventually falling asleep in Sam's lap, there was no indication of what had happened. Not that anybody would've found the sleepiness strange from the young campers. Jenny had already done it, anyway; They probably expected him to as well. Just as we got back into deeper conversation, the chaperones stood up and told us it was time to head back. I glanced at Nadia and Sam, making sure the plan hadn't changed.

We all marched back up the hill and got ready to part ways at the top. I turned to Mark and smiled, saying what I could only imagine was a fake goodnight. He looked me in the eyes winked, saying he'd see me later. He could still make my stomach do flips, it seemed. In fact, my stomach was pretty much inside out the entire way back as I anticipated the night ahead. Nadia, Sam and I exchanged glances as we entered the cabin. I started toward the showers with the others when I felt a small hand grab my arm. Oh boy...

"Jenny...I can't do this right now." I said, sighing.

"...Why do I have to share you with them?"

I honestly couldn't answer her.

"They're really nice...I know that. And I know you like them a lot, but I care about you more. Why should I share?" She sounded really upset.

"Jenny...I don't understand either. I know that they make me happy. Not just Mark and Heather, everyone here makes me happy. Even you. Would sharing me really be so bad if you didn't fight it so much?"

"But you're mine! I shouldn't have to..."

I had to give her something; I couldn't deal with her crying. She made me feel so guilty. "What if...what if I stopped fighting you? If you let me have them, you can have me. How about that?"

She looked up at me and bit her lip, contemplating. "So...you'd be mine and they'd be yours?"

She certainly had a strange way of thinking of things. "Uh...yeah, you could say that."

"Okay. But I come first, okay?" She tried to look stern but was almost too cute to take seriously.

"Good, now let's go get a shower, okay? You're tired and you need to get to sleep."

She was surprisingly compliant after that. In fact, she seemed unusually happy. I should have been worried but I was just glad she was off my case for a while. I took my shower and stayed behind while Jenny finished hers up. I was so excited to sneak out that I didn't even stop and stare at the others...too much. As I started to dry off, Jenny hugged me from the back. I froze for a second, a bit surprised that she'd be forward enough to openly show affection while we were stark naked and soaking wet. She certainly didn't seem to mind, though. I slowly turned to her and returned the hug, trying not to break away from her embrace and upset her. Her breath floated across my bare chest as she squeezed me tight. I held her for a minute, letting her be the one to pull out of the hug. She smiled up at me as she stepped back, grabbing her towel from the bench. I smiled back, not sure what was going on in her mind.

We dried off, put on our underwear, and came out of the bathroom to a room filled with, seemingly, unconscious girls. I walked Jenny to her bed and told her goodnight. As I turned to walk away and get in my own bed, she grabbed my arm. She had a bad habit of doing that.

"Stay with me for a little bit? I know you and the others are sneaking out tonight. Since I can't go..."

"Yeah...I'll stay for a minute." I knew where she was heading with this, but I knew that if I fought her she'd just get upset.

I lay down next to her and rolled on my side to look at her. She was staring back at me, her eyes gleaming in the dark. She scooted closer and whispered in my ear, "I come first, remember?"

A chill ran down my spine. Her words excited me, yet scared the hell out of me.

She turned away from me and pressed her body against mine. I felt her left hand between us, pressed flatly against my pelvis. She reached around with her right hand and grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand between her legs. She took the lead as her fingers slid between my legs and began stroking the crease at my center. I reciprocated, stroking her from outside her panties. Soon enough, I could feel her warmth and wetness soaking through the thin cotton, as I'm sure she could feel on me. I lingered a moment longer before I slid her underwear down to her knees. We rose up a moment and I lowered mine, too. Her fingers were stroking me again almost immediately. Her touch was warm and gentle. She knew exactly where and how to touch me. I did my best to keep up, slipping my finger between her smooth folds, stroking from top to bottom, teasing her hole with each pass.

She penetrated me first, her fingers slipping inside of me with ease. I moaned into her ear involuntarily. She let her thumb take over stroking and focused it at the peak of my slit. I slid my finger into her and mimicked her strategy, using the palm of my hand to grind against her as I thrust my fingers in and out. The only sounds in the cabin were our heavy breaths and subdued sounds of pleasure. She squeezed my wrist as I heard her whimpering into the pillow. Her motions stopped and her hand tensed up, almost gripping me from inside. I kept moving, making her squeeze her legs around my hand and dig her nails into my wrist. She bit the pillow as she let out a muffled groan. I slowed down so she could catch her breath.

She rolled over to look at me, her fingers sliding out of me as she did. I almost whined in disappointment, she'd gotten me really close. She looked me in the eyes before leaning in to kiss me. I kissed her back, still burning with desire to finish what she'd started. I felt myself dripping down my leg to the sheets. I kissed her hard, my mind begging her to continue what she'd started. She pulled away from the kiss and whispered to me again, "Let one of them finish you for me."

I looked at her in disbelief. No way was she going to leave me hanging like that. "Jenny, you can't jus-"

"You'll like it, I promise." She stared me down, a sly smile barely visible on her face in the dark.

I stared back, ready to make her comply once again, but I knew at least two other people in the cabin were still awake. Reluctantly, I got up and tiptoed to my bed, staring back at her for a second as I wiped the trail of fluid off my thigh. I decided against climbing in my bed and got dressed, checking the crack in Courtney's door to make sure she was asleep. As I adjusted my skirt, I felt my lower lips sliding against each other, causing pleasant but frustrating sensations. Jenny was going to drive me crazy.

I snuck into the bathroom and tried to dry up my soaked underwear but it was pointless. My body was craving more pleasure and it wanted me as wet as possible to accommodate, it seemed. As I slipped back to my bed, I saw Nadia and Sam standing by Sam's bed. They noticed me and waved me over. As I got to them, they looked at me like something was wrong.

"Where's Heather?" Sam asked.

"I...is she going with us?"

"Of course! Go get her. She's your company, after all." Sam said, rolling her eyes.

I snuck over to Heather's bed and gently shook her, trying to wake her as quietly as possible. She turned to look at me rather quickly and I realized that she must have already been awake. She looked at me and smiled, "Took you long enough."

"Yeah, sorry. I didn't know I was in charge of you." I said, laughing.

She threw her covers off, revealing that she was already dressed, and hopped out of her bed. We met with Sam and Nadia at the door, and then slipped out as quietly as possible.

Nadia led the way as we headed back down to the lake. Surprisingly enough, the coaches and chaperones had left the fire burning. I was a little surprised that they'd be so careless. I guess sand and dirt weren't exactly at risk of catching on fire, but it still seemed neglectful. As soon as we sat down, I saw Mark coming down the path. He was followed by Luke and, to my surprise, Phillip. I knew Luke would probably be here, but I would've expected John before Phillip. I guess this wasn't exactly an age-based affair, after all. Mark and Heather obviously wound up on either side of me again. Phillip and Luke sat together while Nadia and Sam sat between the two groups that had formed.

"So...what exactly are we doing?" I asked, glancing at Sam, Nadia and Mark. For all intents and purposes, they seemed to be the ring-leaders of the camp.

"We can do whatever we want but I thought we could play a game." Sam said.

Luke spoke up first, "What kind of game?"

"How about..." Nadia thought for a second, "Truth or dare?"

I got the feeling that she hardly had any need to think about it and was just making a show of it, but I didn't question it.

"I've never actually played...how do you guys do it?" Phillip asked, trying not to actually embody his position as the youngest in the group.

"Actually, neither have I. I know the basic idea but...are there rules or anything?" I asked. Phillip smiled a bit, happy that he wasn't the only inexperienced one here.

"Basically, you go in a circle and ask whoever you want whether they want a truth or a dare. If they pick truth, you get to ask them a question and they have to answer. You're supposed to start it with 'Is it true that' whatever, but I've never really made anyone do that. It's easier to just ask what you want to know. If they pick dare, you get to dare them to do something, anything, and they have to. If they absolutely refuse to do the dare, sometimes we all agree on a punishment that they have to do instead. Does anybody think we'll need to make a punishment?" Nadia looked around, waiting for a response.

"Is it the same no matter what, or is it different for each person?" Heather asked.

"We can make one up that you have to do instead of a dare you won't do." Sam suggested. "That way we won't make a punishment worse than the dare and you know what you're in for if you back out."

"Well...what would you say it should be?" I asked, directing it at Sam but I really wondered what Nadia and Mark would say.

I got my answer as Mark finally spoke up, "If you refuse to do your dare, you have to take off something you're wearing."

I looked at him nervously but neither I, nor anyone in the circle, argued. At least this way we had some chances to skip dares without completely embarrassing ourselves. A long moment of hesitation followed. I realized pretty quickly that the girls had a distinct advantage with this rule: we had extra clothing. I did my best to hide a smirk as I scanned the others. As far as I could tell, Mark, Luke and Phillip had on shorts, sandals, shirts and underwear. Us girls were a little more dressed up. I had my slip-on shoes, my skirt, my shirt, my bra and finally, my panties. Nadia and Sam had about the same thing on, though Heather had an extra edge with socks. So, for Heather, that was four dares she could skip before underwear started coming off; six total before she was naked. On the fifth, Sam, Nadia and I would be naked. Four skips and the boys would be fully exposed. I definitely liked our odds.

"Wait, the girls have more clothes than us!" Phillip said, revealing our advantage.

"Yeah, you're right! We only have on one kind of underwear, they get two!" Luke said, joining Phillip in his protest.

"Okay, okay, chill. Girls, they're right. We're at a disadvantage here. What say we even the scales a bit?" Mark said, grinning.

"How do you want to do that?" Sam asked.

"Well...since our underwear only counts as one, so should yours. Panties and bras go together." Mark said.

"What? No way! It's not our fault you didn't wear more clothes." Nadia said, looking at Phillip.

"True, but it's no fun if you've got such an advantage. You're not one to play with a handicap, Sam." Mark said, glancing at her.

"I'm down, but you gotta convince Nadia and the other two. What do you guys say?" Sam asked, looking at me and Heather.

"I...guess that's fair. I mean, we won't be backing out of their stupid dares anyway, right Heather?"

"Well...if you say so. I hope you're right, but they could surprise us." Heather said, a little nervously.

"You guys suck! Fine, bra and panties are one skip. Not like I'm going to let you get that far, anyway." Nadia said proudly, sticking her tongue out at Phillip.

"So who wants to go first?" Mark asked, glancing around the circle.

Nadia jumped up. "I'm going first, since I had to compromise once already. And I'll let you guess who my first dare is going to." She said it with her eyes fixed firmly on Phillip.

"Fine, I'll take dare. I'm not scared of you." Phillips stared back obstinately.

"Alright then, I dare you to...kiss Luke! On the mouth!" She nearly shouted the dare, proud of her idea.

"Wait wait wait! That's not fair, that's like daring us both!" Luke said, sliding away from Phillip.

"Actually, he's right, if the other person doesn't want to do it, that's not right. You can embarrass the person you're daring all you want, but it has to be the person you're daring. Other people can only be a part of the dare if they want to." Sam said, glancing over at Luke sympathetically.

"Hey Sam, can I talk to you for a second?" I asked.

"Sure, what's up?" She asked, standing up.

I dragged her away from the circle, far enough that we couldn't be heard, and looked her in the eyes. "What about Little Sam?"

"I know, I know! Why do you think I agreed with Luke?"

"So...while I've got you over here...are you and him a couple or what?" I asked, glancing back at the others. They were still debating over involving third parties in dares.

"Well, we haven't really talked about it but...I really like him. I don't want to do anything with those two, for sure." She gestured to Luke and Phillip.

"I think Nadia has Phillip covered, but I don't know what to tell you about Luke. He might take you agreeing with him the wrong way. I'll do what I can to look out for you, okay?"

"Thanks; That will help. I wasn't really too worried about it until Mark made that stupid punishment thing. I'll try not to turn down too many dares, I guess. What about you, Heather or Mark?"

"Well...I'm not sure. Don't worry about that, though, just try not to start anything and they should leave you alone, mostly, right?" I asked, hoping I was right.

"Yeah, I think so. Though, if this ends the way it did last year...well, I'm going to have to duck out early. Come on, let's get back over there."

We sat back down and the others stared at us, curious but unwilling to ask. Well, maybe most of them were unwilling to ask. "What was that about?" Nadia blurted out.

"Just...girl stuff. What did we decide?" Sam gave me an appreciative look.

"If it involves touching, kissing, or physically interacting with someone that isn't being dared, you have to get their permission before making the dare. Also, nothing outright gross or dangerous, we can't get each other hurt or sick out here. Otherwise, you can do what you want." Mark explained.

"That works for me. Nadia, weren't you daring Luke?" Sam said, trying to get us back on track.

"Oh yeah! Hmmm...I dare you to do a handstand until next round."

"That doesn't seem physically possible." Luke said, staring at her in disbelief. "I can't even do a handstand."

"Nadia, you're killing me. Just dare him something simple this time. You can use our dares as time to think. We don't wanna wait on you all night." Mark said.

"Alright alright! Jeez...kiss my foot." Nadia said, sticking her leg out towards Luke.

"That's it? Just kiss it?" He said, acting tough.

He moved over to her foot and grabbed her calf, steadying her foot in front of him. He hesitated. It's odd how dirty someone's foot can make you feel when it starts involving vulnerable parts of your body. She giggled at him and that seemed to push him past his fear, his face darting down as he quickly pecked the top of her foot. She scoffed at his effort but didn't say anything about it.

Next up was Sam. "Okay, truth or dare...Lilly?" She asked, giving me a knowing look.

"I guess truth; I'm in no rush to get dared." I said.

"Alright then, is it true that you kissed Heather?" She asked.

I blushed and glanced over at Heather. She looked back, a slight flush on her cheeks as well. She put up no objections so I started to answer, "I-..."

"Yeah, that look says it all." Nadia interrupted, laughing at me and Heather playfully.

"No kidding!" Luke said, laughing with Nadia.

"Alright Heather, it's your turn." Sam said, glancing at me and mouthing a small apology.

"I...don't know. ...Nadia?" Heather looked to her right and waited to see if Nadia would protest.

"Dare me." Nadia said, leaning in to stare down Heather.

"I dare you to...wait, can I ask Phillip something really quick?" Heather said, checking with Mark for whatever reason.

"Uhh...yeah, go ahead."

Heather marched over to Phillip and whispered in his ear, his mouth slowly forming an ear-to-ear grin. She finished telling him whatever it was she was planning and he nodded at her, nearly giggling.

"Okay, Nadia, I dare you to...kiss Phillip." She flinched a bit as she said it, but her resolve helped her keep her posture.

"Wait...why? I didn't do-" Nadia was cut off by Mark.

"You don't have to know why, just kiss him. Or lose some clothes. Come on, don't take it personally Nadia, this game is about fun, right?"

"I don't mind telling why." Heather offered, sitting up a little straighter.

"Okay then, spill." Nadia said, still a little miffed at Heather's pointed dare.

"You tried to make Luke kiss Phillip. I know it's all in fun, but if you're going to do dares like that, then I'm going to make sure you kiss someone you don't want to before you do it to someone else."

"Well...who told you I didn't want to kiss Phillip?" Nadia quickly leaned over and planted her lips against Phillip's. She didn't stop with a small kiss, either; I could see their jaws move as her lips opened up around his.

Silence fell over us as she continued for an uncomfortable amount of time. Phillip definitely didn't seem to mind, though. His hand moved to touch her cheek and she quickly pulled back, his mouth still hanging open.

"Don't get the wrong idea, kissing was the dare. That doesn't mean you can get all handsy with me yet." Nadia said, licking either his, or her own, saliva from her lips. Nobody said anything about that last word.

"Alright Lilly, I think that makes it your turn." Mark said.

"Okay...who hasn't been dared yet?" Heather, Mark, Phillip and Sam were still left standing. Hoping to save her from an inevitable first-round dare from the two boys, I picked Sam. "Sam, truth or dare?"

"I guess...truth?" Sam said, meeting my eyes with her own.

"Is it true that...you're the fastest swimmer at camp?" I asked. I almost immediately regretted picking such an easy question, though. They wouldn't let her get by with something so mediocre. "Wait, no, I take that back. I already know it. Is it true that...you've been naked outside?"

She stammered a bit, confused by my sudden change of heart, but answered. "Yeah..."

"So does that mean I can go?" Mark said, snapping everyone back into the game. "Alright...Luke. Truth or dare, buddy?"

"Awww c'mon Mark. Why me already? ...Dare." Phillip said, giving Mark a begrudging look.

"Don't worry, I'll play nice. I dare you to streak from the lake to the woods...and back, of course." Mark said.

I guess Phillip had expected something like that. Surprisingly, he marched to the water's edge and started stripping. Most of us looked away as he did, but I caught Nadia glancing at him as he undressed. In a minute, he ran by the bonfire and straight to the woods, surprisingly quickly at that. In less than a minute, he was darting back by us, a brief blur of his more masculine appendages catching my eye. Nadia's eyes followed him the whole way, though she did her best not to make it too obvious.

Fully dressed and breathing heavily, Phillip sat back down next to Luke, who wasted no time. "My turn! And since he hasn't been dared yet....Mark. Truth or dare?"

"Dare." Mark said, smirking.

"I dare you to streak just like you made Phillip. See how it feels." He said, smugly.

Mark wasted no time as he stood up and stripped right beside me. Heather covered her eyes and I saw Nadia and even Sam glancing past me. He couldn't have been a foot away as he got completely naked. I briefly glanced back and got an eyeful of his boy...well, manhood from what I saw. I heard him walk to the water and then run to the woods. He made it back a little bit quicker than Luke but walked casually back towards the fire before picking up his clothes and putting them back on. He definitely wasn't shy.

Luke couldn't say much so Phillip piped up. "Thanks Luke...Heather, I know you kinda stood up for me but you haven't gone yet. Truth or dare?" Phillip asked.

Heather fiddled with her hair for a second before responding. "Dare."

"Cool. Lilly, do you mind helping?" I considered saying no, but decided to play along and shook my head cautiously. "Great! Heather, I dare you to kiss Lilly...with tongue."

I blushed as I looked at Heather, her eyes meeting mine. My mouth opened a bit as I expected her to take charge, but I realized we were both too embarrassed to make the first move. As we looked at each other, we inched a little closer. Luke and Phillip practically crawled over the fire to watch two girls make out. Our lips were less than an inch apart and I could feel her breath on my lips. Ever so slowly, I felt her lips press against mine. As soon as they touched, though, the tension was gone and we began kissing faster. I could feel her drawing my bottom lip into her mouth and gently biting it before her tongue slipped out to caress mine. I had no idea what to do, as my experience was practically zero, but I let my body take over and my tongue began toying against hers. I realized I'd closed my eyes as her hand touched my cheek. I pressed my lips harder against hers and sucked her lip into my mouth, returning her playful biting. She pulled back just a bit as I released her lip, our eyes meeting for a long second. I realized we were still being watched and nervously laughed, still staring at her. She laughed in return, both of us blushing and breathing heavily.

"....Wow." Phillip said, staring slack jawed at us.

"No kidding..." Luke said.

"Uh...Nadia, I think it's you again." I said, trying to calm down a bit.

"Alright...I guess I can forget about Phillip for now. He's already had to streak, so...who should I pick?" She scanned the group before her eyes locked onto me. "Lilly."

I didn't wait for her to ask which, I'd already picked truth last round, so... "Dare."

"Hmmm...I dare you to...ugh, damn, Mark?" Great, she wanted him to participate.

"Yeah, if it's her, that's fine." He said, glancing over and shooting a playful smirk at me.

"Awesome! I dare you to kiss Mark just like you and Heather kissed." Now she was just being mean.

I glanced at Heather who gave me a sympathetic, although seemingly permissive, look. I looked to Mark as he leaned in. Our kiss started much slower than mine and Heather's, but it was no less intense. In a way, they kissed alike. He had a little more control, however, and he managed to lead the kiss where he wanted it. As his tongue slipped past my lips, I hardly realized that his hands were on me; one was on the side of my head, his fingers in my hair, the other was on my waist, gently pulling my closer. I caught a glimpse of Heather as I opened my eyes, trying not to lose focus on kissing. She looked jealous but I couldn't tell if it was of Mark or the kiss itself. She bit her lip as she watched and I saw her hand gripping her leg. Mark must have sensed my divided attention because he drew the kiss to a gentle close. He smiled at me and then looked over to Nadia.

"Works for me. Sam?" Nadia said, looking to her left at Sam.

"Yeah...how about...Heather?" Sam said, glancing at me then back to Heather.

"Truth?" Heather said.

"Is it true that...Lilly was your first kiss?" Sam asked, picking something everyone probably already knew.

"Uh...yeah...yeah she was." Heather blushed a bit.

"Okay...your turn." Sam said, trying to break the awkward tension her question had caused.

"Okay...Lilly?" She was trying to play it safe.

"I guess...dare." I didn't expect Heather to give me much grief in a dare, so I knew I could get away with this and use a truth on someone more dangerous.

"I dare you to...flash us." Heather blushed as she said it, but she didn't break her gaze on me.

"Like...my boobs?" I asked, surprised and suddenly quite embarrassed.

"Yeah..." She was alarmingly more bold than I'd expected.

"Okay...I guess I can do that..." I gripped the sides of my shirt and looked around the fire. Everyone was watching, waiting for me to lift my shirt...and the bra, I suddenly realized. I hesitated another second before slowly sliding my shirt over my chest and quickly flipping the bra up, exposing my chest. I could feel them staring as I held it for a second; no way was I going to do it again if she wasn't satisfied. My nipples hardened in the cold air, or maybe it was because everyone was looking at me, but I didn't wait long enough to figure it out as I flipped the bra back over and let my shirt fall down. "...My turn, right?"

The two boys across from me were silent. Heather, Sam and Mark were quiet, too. Nadia, however, was totally unfazed. "Yeah, let's get rolling. This is getting interesting!"

"Okay...I guess I'll pick you, then." I said, looking at Nadia.

"Bring it, I pick dare." She said.

"Okay, I dare you to...let anyone use you in their dare." I said, staring her down.

"So no more asking my permission?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nope. Everyone has your permission for the rest of the game. Either that, or you strip."

"...Fair enough." She said, her hands subconsciously gripping the hem of her shirt. I waited a few seconds, wondering if she'd lose her shirt or her right to refuse.

"I guess that's settled, then." Phillip said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, now it's my turn!" Mark declared. "Sam. Truth or dare?"

Sam froze for a second, and then responded, "Truth?"

"I figured. Is it true that you're playing it safe tonight?" He was pretty perceptive. Then again, Sam was incredibly out of character ever since I caught her with Little Sam.

"Uh..." Sam stuttered, her deer-in-the-headlights impression was spot on.

"I guess that's a yes. Alright Luke, your turn." Mark said, his eyes not leaving Sam.

"Cool. Phillip, truth or dare?"

"Truth is no fun, so...dare."

"I dare you to do the same as Nadia. No more permission giving." Luke grinned as he said it.

"Agh, I knew you were gonna do that. Fine, but now it's my turn and you know I'm picking you. Same deal, no permission anymore." Phillip shot back, not even waiting for Luke to pick dare. Maybe it was a pride thing?

"Sounds fair to me. Hear that, guys? You can include us in a dare if you want, no more asking." Luke announced.

Nadia wasted no time. "Good, now get ready to own up to that. Sam?"

"Well, I already did truth..."

"Good, dare it is. I dare you to give Phillip a lap dance."

Sam looked over at Phillip then to Nadia. She paused for a minute before shaking her head. "I can't."

"Well, you know the rules then...no more shirt, unless you'd prefer to lose something else?" Nadia taunted her.

"....Fine, I can go without a shirt." Sam begrudgingly removed her top. Her body was definitely something to enjoy while you had the chance; I could hardly fight staring at her. "I guess...Luke. Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Alright...I dare you to kiss Nadia until she says stop. Not just on the mouth, either. Anywhere you want that isn't beneath what she's still wearing."

Nadia scoffed and stared Luke down, practically daring him herself.

"I-I can't...are you sure that's okay?" Luke stuttered, a little embarrassed to be given that dare.

Nadia didn't hesitate. "Come on, I can take anything you can throw at me." Luke nervously stepped toward Nadia and drew his mouth close to hers. She stared at him dryly, making sure he knew she wasn't going to go down easy. His lips clumsily met hers and she started to kiss back. After a second, though, she stopped. He pulled back and looked at her, confused. "She didn't say I had to kiss back." She smirked at his frustration.

"Alright, I guess..." He let his words trail off as he kissed her cheek, then her jawbone, then her neck. At first, he was just pecking here and there, lingering only long enough to let her feel it. Slowly, though, he began to stay longer and open his lips a bit. Within a couple minutes, he was practically making out with her neck and collarbone.

"Come on, if I don't give in, you have to lose the shirt." She teased, although her breathing definitely sounded heavier.

He redoubled his efforts, lingering more on her neck and almost leaving a hickey or two. Her eyes had begun to drift closed, her lips barely parted as she endured his efforts. In a last ditch effort, he latched onto her earlobe. Her eyes shot open and she bit her lip. He caught on and turned her head to the side. She turned bright red as she moaned aloud, her body betraying her pride. Seconds passed and she seemed almost in control, again. His conviction faded as her response weakened.

"I guess you-ah! ...You can't do it after all." She said, trying to break him.

He pulled back and stared at her, considering throwing in the towel. She laughed and threw her head back, probably relieved she survived. Luck, and her low cut shirt I imagine, were not on her side, though. Luke gently tipped her backwards, her belly fully exposed as she draped over the log. His lips found her bellybutton and she grabbed his head.

"Wait! Wait wait wait! That's not-mmm! You b-bastard..." Her words were sincere, but spoken softer than I'd ever heard her. Luke didn't give in, moving his kisses over to the painfully apparent ridge of her hip-bone. His lips closed over it and she shot up. "IGIVEIGIVEIGIVE! No more!" She practically shouted.

Luke fell back as she sat up, smiling at his success. We all slowly broke out into laughter. Secretly, I couldn't help wondering how she held out. Her and Luke's display had me uncomfortable wet.

"Awesome." Phillip said softly.

"Nice going, Luke. Hey...do you guys think I could head back? I'm really not up or this tonight..." Sam asked, taking the others a bit off guard.

"You wanna leave half way through the game?" Mark asked.

"Yeah...I'm just not into it tonight." Sam said, keeping her eyes low but looking at Mark.

"Wait! Who hasn't had a chance to dare you yet?" Nadia asked, stopping Sam in her tracks. "If you're gonna leave, we should all get a chance to dare you first."

"I think...you're the only one who has dared me..." Sam said, her eyes practically screaming for escape.

"Damn...well guys, you think you should all get a chance at her before she leaves?

"I'm good. She can leave if she wants." I said, trying to defend Sam.

"Same here, I think she can leave if she wants." Heather said, sensing Sam's discomfort.

"Alright. I guess you're free to go." Nadia rolled her eyes as she caved.

"Thanks...I know this is lame but...I don't want to sit here and spoil you guys' fun just because I'm not into it." Sam got up and grabbed her shirt, quickly slipping off towards the cabins.

"Well...that's one down. Anybody else feel like opting out?" Nadia asked. A moment of silence passed and she turned to Lilly. "Good. Let's get this game moving again."

>>21559

Argh, why is everybody splitting chapters. My dick demands more!

>>21559
More. Please.

The length of time we are being kept waiting is a violation of our constitutional rights

I didn't want to bump without an update but, since it's up here, I'm super sorry guys. My only excuse is work. I've tried forcing myself to write when I don't feel it, but I always end up disliking my work and starting back over. Also, while I'm posting, I've been avoiding certain language since everything's been from Lilly's perspective and she's still pretty young to know a lot of vulgar words, but it makes the sex scenes much more difficult. How would you guys feel if I let the language get a little dirtier? Again, sorry it's taking so long, I just really don't want to disappoint. Thanks fit your patience guys!

I mean, the other kids seem to know a lot, so it wouldn't be very far flung if they taught Lilly some new vocabulary... and as for quality, I feel like you have enough kudos to sacrifice a little bit of credibility for the sake of finishing the chapter.

>>21781
Or we could have a good chapter and not have waited all this time for utter shit.

Canonically speaking, how old is Lilly?

>>21788
Lilly is 11. I wanted her to seem slightly more innocent than the returning campers. Obviously, they're slightly more experienced than she is and that was kind of the point here. Hell, even Little Sam has caught up with, and passed her, already. Thus she's the main character. I'm going to really push to finish this chapter ASAP without sacrificing quality, the feedback is definitely helping. Nothing is a better motivator for me than knowing that I'm doing something for myself as well as others.

>>21793
I hope that your ASAP doesn't take forever.

You are a god damn cock tease, I read all that amazing story, and then there is no sex at the end.

Anon demands MORE!!!!

>>21809
As if.

Please don't be dead anon

I'm not dead guys, update is inbound for later tonight. Sorry it's taken so long. This one should be the longest and... Well, you'll see.

Or not. I got banned for spam on my pc and I can't exactly take the time to get a new ip address atm. Besides, it lifts in an hour, there'd be no point. If I'm still awake, I'll try to post it again. This has not been my day.

Alright, third try. I hope it doesn't get marked as spam this time.

No more delays. Here's part 2 of chapter 10. I did more with this chapter than I planned, but the second half definitely outshines the first. At least, as far as I'm concerned. Hope you guys enjoy it!

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Sam trekked her way back towards the cabins, glad to be free of the group. She never had any problem playing before but, now that she was with Little Sam, she felt bad about it. She knew he had no understanding of the way things worked at the camp. He was still young enough that it probably didn't make sense to him. On top of that, he was completely inexperienced. How could she take responsibility for introducing him to all of that and then turn around and do it with other people behind his back? They'd never said they were a couple (not that anybody at camp ever had) and they hadn't set boundaries. Would he have cared?

She reached the cabin and slipped in as quietly as possible. Oddly, the sound of the door closing was a whisper compared to the other sounds in the cabin. She recognized the sounds as human, but it took her a second to register them as moans. Well, moans and whispers. Clearly, her entrance had gone unnoticed. She peeked around the room, looking for the source. The only people that should be there were Courtney, Jenny and...Kayla and Layla who were naked and practically straddling one another. Sam froze as she watched them, their display shocking her into silence. The two had their legs entwined, one wrapped over the other and vice versa with their groins pressed against each other. Kayla seemed to be in control for the most part, her hips raised off the bed as she grinded against her sister.

Neither of the twins seemed to notice her presence, probably due to their eyes being closed, so Sam took a moment to scan the room before hiding. No way were they being this loud without waking someone up. Then again, the cabin looked empty except for the twins and their erotic noises. Sam quietly slipped into her own bed, thanking herself for picking the one closest to the door. She hid behind the frame and peeked out at the twins. They were still going at it, their legs now wrapped around each other's backs as they moved.

Couldn't Courtney hear them? And where on earth was Jenny? Sam wanted to sneak back out and check Courtney's window to see if it was open, meaning she was with Greg, but she didn't want to risk being caught. Instead, she stayed in her bed, watching as the twins started moving faster and moaning louder. Kayla seemed to lock up, her legs and arms tensing as a feeling Sam was quite familiar with had to be wracking her surprisingly small body. Layla slowed down as her sister's moans and pleasure reached a simultaneous peak.

Silence fell over the room as Layla gently rocked against Kayla, their legs still holding them against each other. After she caught her breath, Kayla asked Layla if she'd gotten to finish. Layla shook her head, their bodies no longer moving. Kayla gestured for Layla to turn around. Layla complied, scooting back against her sister. Kayla's arms wrapped around Layla from the sides and immediately found Layla's slit, which glistened in the dark almost as much as her braces. Sam saw Kayla's fingers spread Layla open, showing off the bright pink skin between her dark, tan nether-lips and the stiff, hooded nubbin crowning them. Her other hand toyed with the pinkness, gently sliding up and down her folds before sinking two fingers deep into the hole at the bottom. Layla's hands grabbed Kayla's legs and squeezed; her body was still sensitive from grinding against her sister. Layla barely lasted two minutes, her sister's assault proving effective. Kayla's fingers slipped out of her with a bit of an awkward, wet sound. Layla turned back to groan out a quiet thank you, but Kayla didn't acknowledge her.

Sam's focus had slipped from hiding to watching, and Kayla caught sight of her as Layla was cumming. Sam didn't quite realize she was spotted until her gaze drifted up Layla's body to see Kayla's eyes. Sam froze as her and Kayla's eyes locked. Layla realized her sister wasn't responding and followed her eyes to find Sam, as well. None of them moved until Layla realized she was completely exposed, snapping her legs shut and moving out of Kayla's lap. Kayla crossed her legs, seemingly unconcerned with Sam seeing her so exposed at this point. Sam realized that continuing to stare was futile; she reluctantly rolled out of her bed and walked over to them.

"Enjoy the show?" Kayla asked, sarcastically.

"I'm sorry! I didn't think I was going to walk in on anything. …How long have you two been...y'know, intimate?" Sam asked.

"Why does that matter?" Layla asked defensively.

"...I guess it doesn't. It's just...weird. I thought you guys liked Terry and Kyle."

"Doesn't mean we're going to stop masturbating." Kayla said.

"That's not quite-" Sam stuttered, "Masturbating is by yourself. That was sex...lesbian sex."

"We're twins, we do everything together." Layla said, defending Kayla.

"Well, technically she's right." Kayla said to Layla. "Call it what you want, we've always done it together, it's better than doing it by yourself."

"Okay...I can't argue with that, I guess. I've never tried it, not with another girl." An awkward silence filled the room again. "...Where is everyone?"

"Either at the lake, spying on everybody at the lake or with Greg." Kayla said.

"Wait, who's spying?" Sam asked.

"Who else? Jenny. She's jealous that she can't play with Lilly. She snuck out not too long after you guys did. Then Courtney woke up and climbed out her window about thirty minutes later." Layla said, grabbing her underwear and trying to wiggle into them without standing up.

Kayla did the same, though she had the sense to bring them to her thighs before lifting off the bed and slipping them into place. "Why are you back?"

"I just wasn't into it. I didn't feel like playing this time."

"That's new. Must be something else to it." Kayla said, not really asking for Sam to explain the truth.

"Well, kinda. It's a long story. So...nobody has been asleep since we got into bed?" Sam asked, changing the subject.

"Well, Courtney was for a little while. She had an alarm on her phone set to get herself up. After Lilly helped Jenny go to bed, Jenny pretended to fall asleep and watched you guys sneak out. She was gone before you guys could've made it down to the lake." Layla said, pulling her night shirt down over her head. Sam couldn't help but notice her nipples poking through the shirt.

"Shouldn't you change?" Kayla asked Sam, motioning towards her bed.

"I sleep in my underwear; I just have to take this stuff off."

Kayla stared at her, waiting for realization to set in.

"Oh...yeah, I guess if I'm going to bed..." Sam's voice trailed off as she slowly fiddled with the button on her pants.

Kayla leaned to Layla and whispered into her ear. Sam hardly noticed as she started to walk to her bed. Her pants hit the floor and she slowly lifted her shirt over her head, letting it fall to the floor as she stepped out of her pants. She started to undo her bra when she turned around. The twins were watching her as she undressed, Kayla sporting a devious smile.

"You're curious, aren't you?" Kayla asked.

"About what?" Sam said, leaving her bra on.

"Don't play dumb, Sam. You didn't sit there and watch us for that long if you weren't at least wondering how it felt. We can show you." Layla said, her lips threatening to break into a smile as well.

"That's not-"

Kayla stood up and cut her off, "You were practically drooling when you watched us."

Layla got up and followed Kayla to Sam's bed. Sam backed up and sat down, staring them down. She started to scoot back, away from them, but they both grabbed a shoulder and gently pushed her to lie down. They crawled in the bed beside her, staring down at her with little more than lust in their eyes.

"We weren't quite done when you interrupted us, you know. Usually, we do more than that. Since you made us miss out, it's only fair that you do something for us." Layla said.

"We know you're more experienced than everybody else here, but I bet you've never felt what we can do." Kayla said, practically whispering into her ear.

"Come on you two, this isn't right..." Sam wondered if Little Sam would be okay with this, but her body didn't react to the thought that she should stop them.

Suddenly, she realized they both had a hand on her thighs, running up and down her legs. "If you don't say no, we're not stopping." Kayla said.

Layla, who was on her right, ran her other hand up her stomach, rubbing the smooth, toned skin before her fingers found the bottom edge on the right cup of her bra. She slid her fingers underneath it and groped Sam. Kayla's hand moved up her thigh but, instead of stopping and going back down, continued on to her burning center. Sam felt two fingers pressing right against her slit before they slid down and back up, stroking her outside the fabric of her panties.

Layla slid Sam's bra over her breasts, the soft mounds stayed almost perfectly in place even without it. "Her nipples are hard. She likes it." Layla said, grabbing both breasts in her hands and squeezing them in slow circles.

"She's wet, too. You're awfully turned on for not being sure of this." Kayla said as her fingers pressed harder into Sam's slit and her lips parted beneath her panties. Kayla leaned over and whispered to her, "We'll stop if you want us to, but I don't think you do."

Sam simply moaned as Kayla's fingers started to stroke firmly across her stiffening clit. Layla leaned down and began licking around Sam's nipple, her breath cold on the wet skin. Kayla continued her stroking a bit longer before Sam felt her fingers slide under her panties, circumventing the cotton barrier. The direct contact felt amazing. Layla's mouth closed around her nipple as Kayla's fingers slid down and gently prodded Sam's entrance, pressing in and moving in gentle circles. Layla suckled her nipple, running her tongue across the hard nub in her mouth, while still kneading Sam's other breast. Kayla's fingers slid back up and rubbed slow circles around her clit before going back down and teasing her hole again. Layla nearly made Sam jump as she softly closed her teeth on the tip of her nipple, biting just hard enough to pinch it in place as she teased it with her tongue. Almost as soon as she felt the teeth on her nipple, Sam felt one of Kayla's fingers slip inside of her. She sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth, not expecting the sudden rush of pleasure or the slight pain that accompanied it.

Sam tried to fight her body's reactions, still worried about Little Sam's feelings. Kayla, seemingly aware of her doubt, brought her thoughts straight back to the situation at hand as she slid Sam's panties down with her free hand. Sam's legs lifted in compliance. She felt Layla's hand sliding underneath her back, fiddling with the clasp on her bra. Her body lifted on its own, betraying her concerns. Why was she so willing to let them have their way? Everything they were doing felt so good, she didn't know how to stop them.

Layla's mouth and hands resumed suckling and fondling at Sam's breasts as Kayla lowered her mouth to Sam's stomach, slipping a second finger inside of Sam as she did. Layla watched as her sister licked and kissed her way from the older girl's navel to her hips, then further down. Sam closed her eyes, realizing Kayla's intent; she was as anxious for it as she was scared of it. Kayla's tongue lazily dragged across her mons, making an exaggerated 'V' from hip to hip that crested at the very top of her slit. Sam whimpered as her clit was skipped over so cruelly. Kayla glanced up at her and winked before planting a kiss on her clit, suckling ever so softly on it. Sam bit her lip as the two girls brought her closer and closer to climax. She'd never felt such a strong desire to come before.

Layla's hands had each found a breast and her mouth switched back and forth between them, biting, licking, and sucking on and around her nipples. Kayla's fingers worked in and out as her tongue flicked across Sam's clit, the older girl's orgasm closing in fast. Kayla's fingers and tongue were moving so fast, and Layla's teasing was a torturous cherry atop Sam's reluctant pleasure. Sam cried out as she came, her orgasm both surprising and overwhelming her. Her body convulsed as Kayla's fingers were yanked from inside her; Sam felt something explode out of her. Layla's teasing became a gentle embrace and Kayla's mouth moved to Sam's thighs, gently kissing the smooth, soaked skin as she held her in place. Sam curled as pleasure wracked her body, the only thing keeping her from balling up into a shivering fetal position were Kayla and Layla's gentle, but firm, grip.

"You really did enjoy that, didn't you?" Kayla asked, looking up from between Sam's thighs, innocently.

"She came pretty hard to not like it. She got it all over your face! Maybe you should've worn your glasses." Layla said, staring down at Sam's dripping thighs and the still growing stain on the sheets.

Sam couldn't say anything. She'd never done that before, not with Little Sam or by herself. It was different from any other orgasm she'd had, it felt...deeper, and much more powerful. Kayla and Layla gently moved off of her, standing up next to her bed. "I guess we should let her sleep. She's gotta be tired." Kayla said.

"Yeah, I know I would be after that. Since I'm not so tired, though...wanna pick up where we left off?" Layla asked.

"Did you get that turned on by getting her off?" Kayla teased.

"Yeah, and don't tell me you didn't, you always get wet when you eat me out." Layla said, sticking her tongue out at Kayla.

Sam heard them teasing each other for a minute longer; she might've even heard them going at it again, their moans vaguely drifting into her dreams. She didn't care, though. Her body felt wonderful but her heart felt heavy. She had to tell Little Sam tomorrow. First, though, she had to sleep. She'd never been so tired before. It wasn't long before she was out cold.

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I sat in my bra and panties next to Mark in his underwear. Nadia was topless, same as Heather. Luke and Phillip were in their shorts, laughing as they anticipated the next dare. Truths had seemingly gone out the window as Heather and I were the only ones who'd even attempted to use them for quite some time. I couldn't be too proud for losing my clothes so easily, but everyone seemed to be trying to force Mark and me onto each other and, by then, we'd both given up our right to decide if we'd take part in someone else's dare. In his defense, any dare that made me uneasy, which he had a knack for noticing, he passed on. That's why he sat there in his boxers so soon. Heather passed on a dare involving the boys, for obvious reasons, and Nadia passed on a vengeful dare from Heather to strip dance for us. Honestly, I was surprised that Nadia passed on any dares that night; she was surprisingly aggressive for someone who was usually so free-spirited and bubbly. She's incredibly competitive when she believes she has an edge.

Phillip and Luke had turned down a dares from Nadia and I to give one another a lap dance. I tried to let loose and dare a little more viciously, like Nadia, but I lost my shorts to a counter-dare from Luke (I had dared him to dance for Phillip, whereas Nadia had, prior to that, dared Phillip to do the same to him) to give him a lap dance. Now we were back on Nadia, awaiting her next dare.

"Hmmm...Lilly?" She looked at me, "I dare you to-"

A noise from the woods cut her off. Leaves rustled and we all froze, looking in the direction of the woods. Seconds later, we were all scrambling towards the edge of the woods, away from the sound. I don't really know why or how we ran so quickly, but the thought that the Chaperones or, even worse, the coaches could catch us down here must have been a powerful motivator. I realized way too late that I'd left my clothes by the fire, as had everyone else. Luckily, the fire was never put out earlier or that would've been a dead giveaway. We hid in the trees for a long time, just staring at the place where the sound had come from.

I could've sworn I saw someone going up the path back towards the cabins, but nobody else seemed to notice so I didn't say anything. My eyes had to be playing tricks on me. Finally, I had to break the silence.

"Whatever it was has to be gone now, right?" I asked, looking at the others.

Nobody said anything for a long minute, silent stares between them and back towards the source of the sound passed the time.

"What are you guys so worried about? If it was the coaches or chaperones they wouldn't be hiding this long."

"It's not the coaches OR the chaperones we're worried about." Mark said, eyes still fixed on the path.

"The chaperones sneak around all the time, they're barely older than Sam. The coaches aren't responsible for us outside of activities, so they never bother trying to keep track of us any other time." Heather said.

"Then what?" I asked, completely lost.

"Mrs. Tretton." Nadia said, finally looking at me.

"Mrs. Tretton? You mean the old lady from the first day? I haven't even seen her since then..." I said, trying to remember what she was supposed to do at the camp. "Isn't she the counselor? I haven't seen her since she introduced me to Courtney..."

"Not just the counselor; this is her camp. She owns the land and the buildings and she manages the camp all by herself. She's really secretive about it, too. I've heard my parents talk about it a couple times, but they always clam up whenever they realize I can hear them." Nadia said, still glancing between me and the other side of the woods.

"So why would she be out here? Isn't that why she has Greg and Courtney here? So she doesn't have to keep up with us?" I asked, still confused.

"Well, you'd think, but she's caught us before." Mark said, getting a stern look from Nadia and causing Heather and the boys to turn their glances down.

"...Caught you doing what?" I asked, curious.

Nadia answered, keeping Mark from saying whatever it was he was about to say. "She caught us out here last year. Instead of getting kicked out of the camp or telling the chaperones to keep an eye on us, though, she acted like nothing had happened. She kind of got onto us, but we never really got in trouble."

"Then why are you guys so worried about getting caught again?" I asked.

"Well..." Nadia started to answer, but faded out.

"She talked to some of us, alone. I can't tell you what she said, but she didn't want us to get caught anymore." Mark looked away as he talked, more serious than I'd ever seen him.

Nadia shot him a stern look, cautioning him against saying any more.

"...What about our clothes, then? If it's her, she'll see them. Someone should go get them..." I said, wanting to get dressed if we were going to be getting caught.

Silent glances again, this time between all of us. None of us wanted to risk getting caught all alone, but someone had to. All of us running out there would be even more dangerous. Why get everyone in trouble when one is enough?

Finally, Nadia looked me in the eyes, "I dare you to go get them...naked." A smile threatened to break her serious expression.

Mark shot her a dirty look and the others stared at me, awaiting my decision.

"You're the only one here who wasn't caught last year. It's only fair for you to take the chance. And, if you do get caught, you should get caught the same way we were. Besides, it's a dare, you'll be naked anyway, if you don't do it."

Her comment clicked and I realized what she was telling me. With that revelation, I couldn't back down. I stared her down for a few more seconds before I started to take off my bra. Phillip and Luke laughed a bit while Heather stared at me, blushing. Even without being right next to the fire, my breasts were easily visible in the darkness. The little tan I was so proud of practically highlighted the parts of me my bathing suit had hidden. I bit by lip as I grabbed the hem of the underwear Nadia had given me, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement washing over me. I yanked them down and stepped out of them in one smooth motion. I stood completely naked in front of the others for a second, mostly unintentionally, to get ready to take off for the fire. Having their eyes on me was actually quite arousing.

Nadia blinked and I turned to the fire, taking off in a sprint without pause. My heart pounded in my chest, both from the sudden exertion and the fear of someone actually waiting to catch me. I got to the fire and grabbed my clothes, then started gathering everyone else's. If we'd been smart, we would've kept them in a pile.

By the time I grabbed all the clothes and headed back, I had to look like I was making the world's most embarrassing laundry run. I couldn't run nearly as fast on my way back, but I managed to slip into the woods and drop the pile of clothes in front of the others. I took a minute to catch my breath before I remembered I was still completely naked, mainly because everyone was staring at me. I knew I should turn around and grab my underwear and put them on, but their stares made me feel kind of powerful, like I could move their eyes just by moving my body. Not to mention the fact that I was getting incredibly wet as they stared.

"You okay Lil?" Mark asked, snapping me back to reality.

"Yeah, sorry, just trying to catch my breath..." I said, spinning around and grabbing my underwear from the ground where I'd dropped them.

Everyone got dressed behind me while I slid back into my bra and panties. I turned back around and picked my outfit up off the ground, surprised that I was absentminded enough to drop it there to begin with. Luckily, it showed no signs of being irreparably dirty or stained.

"So what's the plan now?" I asked, looking at the others.

"Well, unless you guys really want to get in trouble, I'd say we call it quits for now. We've got a few more fires before we have to leave, we'll have more opportunities." Nadia said.

"Well what, do we just run back up the hill?" I asked.

"Actually, we should probably put out the fire. Usually it's gone down by now, but we can't leave it burning all night." Mark said.

"You sure? If that was someone up there, I can't imagine they just went back to bed." Nadia said.

"Well, you guys sneak around through the woods. I'll put out the fire and sneak back up after you." Mark offered.

"I don't wanna go through the woods." Heather said, looking a little nervous.

"Well, you can stay with me. But I'm going through them, too, when I leave." Mark said.

"I'll take the path with you." I said, getting wary stares from the group.

"What if they're still over there?" Luke asked.

"I don't think anyone is over there. They would've come looking for us now. Besides, if they are, then we'll get caught and you guys can sneak back safely." I said.

"Alright, but don't squeal on us if they start getting onto you." Nadia said, half joking.

I laughed as I grabbed Heather's hand and started towards the path. Mark followed us out of the trees to the fire. Suddenly, I felt pretty stupid for running to the fire naked. I mean, all that fear and excitement about getting in trouble, and now I was just walking into whatever it was that scared us to begin with. Mark started messing with the fire as we got to the path, pausing to look down it for signs of anyone.

"You sure about this?" Heather asked me.

"What, you're not scared, are you?" I teased her.

"If you read some of the books I've read, you'd know I don't scare easy. But if we get caught, we'll get into a lot of trouble." She said, giving me a serious look.

"There's no one up there." I said, sounding far more sure than I felt. "So...what happened last year?"

"We were all out here at the fire, just talking and playing. The later it got, the more our conversations got a little...dirty." She looked a little embarrassed, but continued. "We weren't all naked when she caught us, but Nadia, Sam and Mark were; so was Luke. Phillip and I were still mostly dressed. At the time, I think Nadia and Luke were pretty close to going further than just being naked, but she came right down the path and just looked at us."

"She just stared at you?" I asked. We started walking up the path as Heather continued.

"Not really, she just didn't say anything at first. She didn't act mad or anything, she just seemed to be waiting for us to do something. It seemed like forever that she stared at us. Finally, Mark stood up and put his clothes back on. Nadia and the others got dressed, too. She didn't say a word until we were all redressed and Mark started to lead us up the path."

"What'd she say?" I asked, feeling more and more worried that the old woman might just be standing at the top of the path when we got out.

"She told Sam, Nadia and Mark to go talk to her. Apparently they talked to her separately, but Nadia and Sam didn't get back to the cabin until after I fell asleep."

The end of the path came into view and I sighed in relief as we discovered nobody there. We started towards the cabin and I paused. "How exactly did everyone end up naked?"

"Well..."

"Come on Heather, please tell me?"

"It was a lot like tonight, truth or dare. But, it didn't take too long for the dares to just be sex stuff. I mean, nobody actually got that far, but things got pretty close." She said, blushing.

"...What did you do?" I asked, wondering if she was really as innocent as I had been thinking.

"Not much, really. We didn't have a penalty that time, so if we didn't want to do it, we didn't. Nadia didn't like it because...well, you saw how she gets when we played tonight." She said.

"Yeah, I noticed that..." We walked in silence back to the cabin. I approached the door first and looked back towards the lake. I could still see just a little bit of light from the fire even from here. Mark wasn't wrong about needing to make sure it went out. "Hey, I'm gonna go let Mark know he can use the path. I'm sure the woods will be slower and the path is empty."

Heather nodded and smiled at me. She started to grab the door knob and I grabbed her hand. I wasn't entirely sure why, but I pulled her back and kissed her, taking a page from Mark's book.

She kissed back, our bodies quickly drawing close as I felt her tongue slipping into my mouth. I nearly jumped when I felt her hand on my butt and again when she squeezed. It certainly didn't feel bad, though, so I let my hands wander down and do the same to her. Our tongues danced as I discovered pleasant new sensations from my rear and hers; not the first body part I think of when I think of making out, but not one I'll ignore in the future.

Finally, she gave me one last squeeze and pulled away. "What was that for?" She asked, her lips wet with our saliva.

"I don't know. But...if your offer still stands, I'm in." I said, smiling at her.

"I knew you'd say yes." She smiled and kissed me on the cheek before whispering in my ear, "Have fun with Mark."

She turned and quietly opened the cabin door, smiling back at me one last time before closing it. I wanted to be confused. I just told her I wanted to do stuff with her so she tells me to go fool around with Mark? I didn't understand but I really couldn't say it bothered me anymore. Maybe the twins were right, maybe things at camp weren't real. The same rules didn't apply. If they were right about that, though, I guess that meant they were also right about Mark, meaning I owed Mark an apology.

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Jenny was hiding quietly in the edge of the woods. The others were amidst their little game and she'd been watching for a little while already. She was leaned against a tree with her sleeping pants pulled to her knees, her hand buried in her panties. She was almost disappointed at how tame they were being for a bunch of kids alone in the middle of the night, but two of the boys had already run from the water to the woods butt naked and Lilly had flashed them, so it wasn't completely boring. It still wasn't enough to get her as horny as she was hoping, though. Her efforts at masturbating weren't even proving to be very successful. The most exciting part was when one of the guys was kissing all over Nadia and she couldn't even see what was happening from the woods.

Sam had left a little bit ago, nearly catching sight of her amongst the trees. Jenny could've sworn she'd been spotted, but Sam wasn't paying attention, it seemed. After that, their game had picked up a little bit, but not enough to keep her interest. They were losing some clothes, but it wasn't enough for her. She weighed her options as she slowly toyed with her clit. She wasn't wet enough for any more than that at the moment, but it still felt nice while she waited for something interesting to happen.

She started to seriously consider heading back to the cabins. Lilly in her underwear was the most erotic thing about watching and she'd already seen much more of Lilly than her underwear, although none of them had been as nice as the one's she was wearing at the time. It didn't seem like things were going to pick up any time soon and Jenny wanted to sleep.

She tried to force herself to stay awake, but she soon caved as she realized she was nodding off against the tree. She decided she'd have to get Lilly to make it up to her and got ready to head back to the camp. She slipped her hand out of her panties and licked her finger clean, getting ready to fix her clothes and sneak back to camp, when a noise in the woods startled her before she could move. It was entirely too loud for her liking and, to make things worse, it was right behind her. She hesitated to turn around before she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and a voice whispered in her ear, "You shouldn't be doing that out here."

Jenny nearly screamed but she stopped herself to avoid alerting everyone by the lake. She wanted to turn around and say something, but the hands on her waist held her where she was. She felt their grip loosen as lips made contact with her neck. The hands moved opposite one another; one moved up her body and the other moved down. She whimpered as she felt teeth lightly biting into her neck and fingers brushed gently against her nipple. The right hand had slipped between her legs, stroking her thighs and teasing her outside her panties. The left hand began groping her chest, pulling and squeezing her nipple while massaging her nearly flat breast.

Much to Jenny's delight, her body responded strongly to the surprise rush of pleasure and she quickly felt herself getting wet. The hand between her legs began paying more direct attention to her slit and teased at the elastic band separating her from direct contact as well as penetration, something she was suddenly ready to beg for. She moaned as the lips on her neck turned to more gentle methods of keeping her aroused, the tongue sliding along her skin as the lips paused to suckle on her skin briefly and at random.

All the pleasure had kept her quite literally on her toes as the person behind her was significantly taller than she was and, despite all the movement and teasing, their arms wrapped around her kept her pretty well stuck in place. She slowly tried to drop down and her captor complied just enough for her to stand flat on her feet. Almost as soon as her heels touched the ground, though, her legs nearly buckled as the fingers between her creamy thighs slipped under her panties and one found its way inside her. As wet as she was, it didn't take much at all before a second finger found its way in beside the first, both fingers thrusting and swirling inside her. Soon enough, the pleasure overwhelmed her and she felt her weight collapsing onto the arms supporting her as they simultaneously robbed her of her strength. A surprisingly powerful orgasm caused her body to start shaking as she tried to stifle a moan. She managed to contain her voice until a sudden, second orgasm caught her off guard and she yelped in pleasure.

As soon as she realized that everyone near the lake had to have heard her, she felt herself being swept up into the arms behind her. She looked up at the one who'd taken advantage of her only moments ago and gasped in shock.
"Courtney?"

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I slipped back down the trail as quickly as I could, stopping just at the edge of the tree line. I saw him sitting by the fire and poking at it with a stick. I had thought he'd just pour water on it or smother it, but he seemed to be letting it burn out on its own.

I came out of the woods sneaking up behind him. I got within a foot of him before he seemed to realize someone was behind him. I leapt at him, wrapping my arms around his waist before he could turn and see who I was. He nearly jumped off the log before realizing it was me. He laughed as I dusted myself off and sat next to him.

"What? You couldn't get to sleep?" He asked playfully.

"I thought I'd let you know that nobody was on the path, if you would rather go that way instead of climbing through the woods."

"Well, I guess I owe you then. Going through the woods is kind of a pain." He joked, idly poking the fire with a stick.

"Seems like it would be. So...what happened last year?" Segues aren't my thing apparently.

"You mean with Mrs. Tretton?" His eyes didn't leave the fire. "It wasn't as bad as you may be thinking. I mean, it was embarrassing that she caught us and all, but Nadia made it sound worse than it was."

"So what did she tell you?" I asked, hoping he'd relent now that it was just the two of us.

"It's complicated. She didn't really give a clear message except that we shouldn't get caught out here again. She wasn't mad or trying to scare us, it was almost like she was telling us to be more careful next time we did it. She didn't tell us not to or say we shouldn't have done it. It was really weird."

"Why do you think she did that? Shouldn't you guys have gotten in a ton of trouble for that?" I couldn't fathom Mrs. Tretton's motivation.

"I'm not sure. Honestly, it still confuses me, but I don't guess you came all the way back down here to talk about her, did you?" He was clearly changing the subject for his own reasons, but the look in his eyes when he said it made me realize there was at least one thing I wanted more than figuring out Mrs. Tretton.

"No, I guess I didn't..." I said, smiling at him.

"So what did you want to talk about?"

"Honestly, I kind of feel like I owe you an apology." I said.

"What for?"

"Well, after you said we couldn't date at camp, I guess I got the wrong impression, and I kind of jumped ship to chase someone else. I didn't think I did anything wrong at the time, but some people told me it might have hurt your feelings a bit. So...I'm sorry if it did." I laid it all out surprisingly quickly. I guess I was ready to get the conversation over with.

He literally laughed out loud for almost a full minute. After catching his breath, he asked, "So this is all about you and Heather?"

"...More or less. Why are you laughing?"

"Nothing, Lil, I just can't believe anyone told you that. Whoever said that has to be messing with your head. Either that or they don't know me very well. You were happy with your decision, right?" He asked, acting a little more serious.

"Mostly, yeah. I was disappointed that you said we couldn't be together, though."

"Me too. It's not really my rule, everyone knows that we can't date at camp." He said.

"Then why'd you say we could next year if I came back?"

"Because I knew you'd figure out the truth sooner or later. Nobody dates here. It's some kind of unspoken rule."

"So I've heard. The twins talk about this place like it's in a different place than the rest of the world. Like-"

"Like it's some kind of hole in time, right? They're a bit dramatic. I'm guessing they're the ones who gave you this crazy idea?"

"....Yeah, I'm guessing it's not new for them?"

"Hardly. They play head games a lot. I do owe them a 'thank you', though." He said with a sly smile.

"Why's that?" I asked, meeting his rather captivating stare.

"If it wasn't for them, you wouldn't have come back down here tonight. Then I couldn't do this." He leaned in and kissed me.

I wanted to say something but found my mind blank pretty quickly. I started kissing back frantically, the nights' worth of sexual frustration rushing back to me. He slowly slid us off the log next to the fire as we kept kissing. His hands were on me, one on my hips and the other behind my head. I felt my fingers digging into his hair, not sure when I grabbed his head to start with. I felt one of his knees between my legs and I felt myself drawing my body down against it. Aside from being naked in the water that one night, I'd never so much as touched a boy this much.

I hadn't thought it would be such an intoxicating experience when I imagined it in my head. The hand on my hips began roaming, sliding up my side and traveling dangerously close to my breast. Whether it was because I wanted it or needed it, I can't be sure, but I grabbed his hand and placed it on my chest, practically squeezing myself for him. He got the message and quickly began to rub and squeeze me from outside my shirt. As he did, my legs had pulled me completely against his knee and I began rubbing against it, my panties being the only barrier between his bare skin and mine. He seemed to like this as he pressed his knee harder into my groin and I moved my hips faster. His hand on my breast lifted for a moment before I felt his hand sliding underneath my shirt. I grabbed his hand again, stopping him.

He pulled back quickly and his face looked almost worried, "Sorry, I won't if-"

"My bra is in the way." I said. I wanted it to sound seductive but it probably sounded desperate.

He laughed briefly in relief as I reached behind myself and undid the bra (something I should have practiced a few more times, I discovered). As soon as the clasp came undone, I lifted my shirt over my head and the bra was pulled off with it. He stared down at me in the firelight and seemed to admire my body. I had a momentary urge to cover myself but letting him look was much more thrilling. He showed his appreciation by leaning back down to kiss me as he began fondling me with both hands.

As mad as I had been at Jenny for teasing me earlier, as hard as it was to do all those things during the game earlier, it was totally worth the intensity of that moment. My body was ready to explode. In fact, I wasn't far from doing so when I felt him pull away from kissing. His lips left mine only to find my cheek and then my neck. I wanted to scream as his tongue found my earlobe and I felt his lips close around it. His hands on my chest kept moving as he suckled my earlobe, his fingers stroking over my chest and occasionally pinching my nipple or rolling my skin in his palm.

I wanted to do something back, to make him feel good like he was doing for me, but I wasn't exactly an expert in making boys feel good at the time. One thing I knew, however, was that he had to be hard if he was turned on; and, if he was hard, I wanted to feel it. My hand slid down his back and slowly to his front across his ribs before my fingers found the top of his shorts. I almost slid my hand inside them but I couldn't quite bring myself to do it. Instead, I slid my hand down a bit further and pressed my palm against the front of his shorts. To my surprise, I found things on my first try. He was definitely hard, and he stopped for a brief second as I made contact, exhaling just a bit. I did my best to wrap my fingers around him and press against him, trying my best to reciprocate.

As I started to find my rhythm with my hand, I felt his kisses getting lower. First he kissed and gently nibbled at my collarbone. Then below it. Then his lips found the top of my breast. He kept moving down. One more kiss, less than an inch from my stiff, pink nipple. He hesitated, my anticipation skyrocketing and my body screaming, before his lips closed over it. I moaned rather loudly. Not even Jenny had made it feel so wonderful for me. He had a natural rhythm that matched my own far too well.

I realized his free hand had moved back to my hip and, since he'd shifted lower, his knee was no longer pressed against my burning hot girlhood. I used my other hand to flip my skirt up then grabbed his hand and moved it between my legs. He took the message loud and clear, immediately mimicking my hips' up and down motion with his fingers. Had I not been so lost in pleasure, I would've been quite impressed with how well he moved his fingers. I did my best to keep my hand pressed against his manhood but, since he was further down, I had to relinquish that goal in favor of running my hands through his hair again.

His mouth on my breasts was leaps and bounds more pleasurable than anyone else's had been. I wanted to let him continue licking, biting, and sucking at my chest forever, but my body had other needs. His hand felt good against my slit, which was practically drooling with desire, but just rubbing me from outside my underwear was torture. Only vaguely aware of it myself, I began pulling his head lower with my hands. He resisted only briefly, lingering above my breasts with my nipple pinched between his teeth. My fingers weaved through his hair provided a strong handle, though, which guided his mouth's teasing lower. As his lips traveled down, I felt his tongue snake across the smooth skin of my stomach and dip into my bellybutton. I squeezed my fingers tightly, probably pulling his hair rather strongly, and groaned. I loved his teasing but I wanted so much more. My body had dealt with teasing and taunting for the last several hours and it wasn't going to settle for anything less than complete satisfaction much longer.

I was seconds from screaming in frustration for him to lick me where I really wanted it when I felt his hand grab the waistband of my panties and my skirt. My hips lifted off the ground as soon as my mind registered his intent and the now soaked undergarment slid down my legs with the skirt and I kicked them from my ankles. His fingers returned to my center, spreading me open and stroking the pink skin beneath. I moaned at the direct contact I'd been craving. He resumed his teasing of my belly, his lips finding every subtle curve and tracing it with his tongue as his fingers found my clit and began stroking across it. I was mere moments from an orgasm much sooner than I had expected. As my mind sank into an ocean of white, his lips found their intended target. I can't say whether it was my hands pulling him lower at every opportunity or if he reached it of his own accord, but his lips closed over the stiff nub his fingers had been teasing and I cried out as a long-awaited orgasm sent me into spasming quakes. My body left me with no control as my thighs closed around his head and I rolled into a near-fetal position. I could barely sense that I had trapped him between my legs as I convulsed.

I must have held him there for quite a minute before I regained the strength of will to relax my thighs and release him. He sat up before me and caught his breath, watching as my body worked out the last few waves of the orgasm through subtle quivering and twitching. His eyes wandered across my body and I realized that I was completely naked now, while he sat there with his entire outfit intact. I was surprisingly okay with him looking at me that way, I just felt cheated that I was the only one so exposed.

"Are you okay?" He asked as I sat up.

"Yeah. Definitely. More than okay!" I said, still breathing heavy.

"I was almost worried for a minute there. You nearly suffocated me!" He said, laughing.

"Sorry. It just felt really good." I smiled as I looked at him.

He grabbed my head and kissed me; I could taste myself on his lips. He pulled back and looked into my eyes, "Do you want me to keep doing it?"

I paused, and then shook my head. He looked confused for a moment before I spoke, "I want a turn."I grabbed him through his shorts, squeezing tightly.

He smiled and leaned down to kiss me once more as I began fighting the button on his shorts. He kissed my neck and groped my chest as I finally managed to pop the button and yank the zipper down. He helped me pull his shorts off and he discarded them. I hesitated as I reached back up to his boxers. I could see him straining against the thin fabric and my fear overshadowed my arousal for a brief second. I met his eyes, "You don't have to, Lil."

"...I want to." I said, gripping his waistband and sliding his boxers down. He sprang free and I found my eyes following him. Slowly, I reached up and grabbed his member, wrapping my fingers around it. I was surprised at how warm, how hard, and how alive it was. I could feel his pulse in the palm of my hand and my heart began racing alongside it. I moved my hand down his length, more experimentally than intentionally, and he reacted. His hips drew forward and then back, indicating that I was doing something he liked. I moved my hand up and back down, from the base to the tip and back. He seemed to like it a lot.

"That feels great, Lil." He said, rolling his head back and closing his eyes.

I smiled a bit, still unsure of myself. I wanted to do more for him, but I didn't know what else to do. Nobody had ever told me how to do it and it's not like I'd ever seen-

Courtney! In the woods! I HAD seen this before!

I moved forward and got on my knees, smiling up at him. "If that feels good, you should love this."

I leaned forward, practically on all fours in front of him, and brought my mouth to him. I paused just an inch away, realizing how little watching had actually taught me, but determined to find out what I knew, if for no other reason than to show off. He twitched as my breath blew over him and I took my opportunity, enveloping his head in my mouth. He sighed, contentedly, as I moved my head forward, taking more of him into my mouth. It wasn't the most comfortable feeling, I have to admit. Usually, when your mouth gets so full, you're either eating or drinking. It was an entirely new feeling to have my mouth full of something that I intended to keep there for longer than a few seconds. On one hand, it was slightly uncomfortable; I had to make sure I didn't hurt him with my teeth (which I probably didn't fully succeed at) but, on the other hand, I was incredibly aroused at the thought that I could pleasure him this way. I went as far down on him as I could, feeling his member nearly go down my throat before I backed off. He immediately tried to push himself back into my mouth and I realized how much power I actually had in that moment. As calm, levelheaded and understanding as he always acted, he was losing it all in his urges, just like I did.

I moved back down on him, putting a hand on his hips so he didn't thrust too far into my mouth and choke me. I bobbed my head back and forth, taking him slightly further after a few strokes, but still keeping a comfortable distance between his head and the back of my throat. It didn't take long for my jaw to get sore; I'd never had to hold my mouth open so wide for so long before. He still seemed to be enjoying himself, but I wasn't sure how to know when I could stop. I had a vague idea of what would happen if he reached that level of pleasure I always did when I hit the tipping point, but I didn't know exactly what to expect. I focused on the feeling of him sliding across the top of my tongue to take my mind off my jaw. It curved ever-so-slightly skyward and the head slid across my tongue at the front of my mouth and lifted off of it by the smallest bit in back. The length of it was almost fully in my mouth when I decided to try moving my tongue. I tried to lift the back of it to rub him the whole way, instead of just halfway in and out. I was surprised how little control I had over my tongue at that moment, although I managed to tilt my head forward enough that he began sliding across my tongue the whole way. I tried to think of something else I could do when I hear him groan a bit and he began pulsing in my mouth. I slowed to a stop rather abruptly as he started to twitch and jerk his hips forward a bit. Something thick, sticky and hot hit the back of my throat once, twice, then three times. I wanted to pull off of him, but his hand was on the back of my head, holding me in place. I didn’t remember him grabbing my head, but I did my best to swallow so I didn't choke as he came down from what I had to guess was his orgasm.

I could feel him oozing more of the thick, viscous liquid onto my tongue as he seemed to regain his senses. I fought back the urge to panic and tried to lick him some more as he held himself in my mouth. That seemed to alert him to his surroundings as he looked down and realized what he was doing. He yanked his hand off of my head and pulled back a bit. "Oh, Lil! I'm sorry!" He said. "I didn't mean to-"

He didn't seem to know what to say. I pulled off of him slowly as he shrunk in my mouth. I squeezed with my lips as I backed off of him, more of his fluid dripping into my mouth. I had to make this good for him, even if I had no idea what was going on. He deserved at least that much for putting up with me, right? I swallowed as much of it as I could, though I could still feel this strange, slick feeling in my mouth. "It's okay. I...I never did that before. I didn't really know what would happen, so...yeah." I hope he enjoyed it because I certainly wasn't making up for it in conversation. Now I just felt awkward.

"No, no, no! That's okay. It was awesome. You surprised the hell out of me, to be honest. That felt really good." He smiled at me.

I smiled back and we sat there in silence for a minute, both blushing and grinning like...well, you know. Eventually, my eyes found his still-messy member barely a foot from my face and I sat up, trying to avoid things getting awkward. If I was truthful to myself, I wasn't ready to leave. I'd gotten, and given, a lot more than I expected but my body was far from satisfied. Jenny's little teasing, not to mention truth or dare and making out with Heather, had left me full of pent-up desire, but Mark seemed to be exhausted; both his expression and his body showed that explicitly. "I uh...guess we should head back?" I asked, only a small part of me hoping he would say no.

"We should. It's late and we have activities tomorrow. We can't stay out here forever. But..." He looked at me, an unexpected sheepish look on his face.

"But what?"

He kissed me. I tried to pull back, not wanting him to taste the same thing I had a moment ago, but he thrust his tongue into my mouth eagerly, not unlike his earlier thrusting. I relented and kissed him back, realizing that he must not care as much as I did. He pulled away after I'd melted into the kiss, maintaining it long enough to make my body shiver with desire and just a bit of rage. "I just don't want tonight to be over yet."

"Me neither...trust me." I said.

He sighed. "We've still got the better part of two weeks, we'll find more time together. I just need to make sure I don't let Heather steal it all, first." He laughed at that last part, teasing me.

"She'll have to learn to share." I taunted back at him, smiling.

He got up and started putting his clothes back on, taking a quick, shy second to wipe the sticky mess off of himself first. I watched for a second before realizing I needed to do the same. I stood up and hunted down my clothes, deciding to fight with the bra first, for whatever reason. I clipped it first, opting to slide it on over my head as opposed to trying to clip it from behind my own back. I slid back into the skirt next, the slickness between my legs still as present and uncomfortable as ever. Each step I took caused my nether lips to slide against each other, teasing me just a little bit more. I threw on my shirt as I clumsily stumbled around the sand.

"You okay?" Mark asked, apparently noticing my struggle.

"Uh...yeah, I just have a, uh...it's still kind of..." I didn't know how to tell him what the problem was.

"It's okay to tell me, Lil. I won't make fun of you or anything." He said, back to his calm, reassuring self.

"Well...things are still...excited. ....And messy." I said, looking down and blushing fiercely.

He laughed a little and looked around, scratching his head for a moment. "You, uh...want me to help?"

My heart skipped a beat and a tingle ran down my spine. I wanted to scream 'yes' at him while simultaneously throwing him to the ground and having my way with him. I opted for a slightly more subtle approach. Slightly. "Please yes!" I said, my mouth nearly quivering as I spoke.

He laughed a little and sat me down on the log, my underwear still in my hand. He had me straddle the log and he sat in front of me, both of our legs hanging off either side. "Just lay back and I'll take care of it, 'kay?"

I nodded and flopped back onto the log. It wasn't terribly comfortable, but neither was the wetness that now flowed between my spread legs, down my butt and likely soaking my skirt. He wasted no time leaning down between my legs, flipping up my skirt again, and running his tongue from the bottom of my slit to the top. I moaned as his tongue lapped at me, caressing me where I needed it most. He took a moment to kiss here and there, taking the fleshy lips between his own and sucking on them, pulling me open and making me grip the log beneath us. I felt his tongue teasing my opening, reaching into me as far as it could and rubbing in circles; a very unique sensation, I have to admit. He seemed to purposely avoid the one part that would bring me most pleasure. He tongued in and around my opening, up and down my labia and even suckling on them, but he wouldn't touch my aching clit.

I grabbed his head in frustration and pulled him towards it, bringing his head up as I arched my hips down. His tongue found it and his lips closed over it, sucking and licking it as I moaned in satisfaction. I felt his fingers rubbing against my opening as he began running his tongue in circles over my stiff peak, my wetness coating them before he slid two in. Whether by choice or not, he had them facing just the right way at just the right moment. He thrusted them into me and immediately hit the same spot Jenny had, the spot that made me squirt that stuff out of me the first time I did this alone. He found that spot and seemed to focus on it, pushing his fingers against it as they entered and retracted from me. I started to come as he maintained this pattern, licking fast circles over my clit and sliding his fingers into me.

"Ohhh Mark! Don't st-ahhh...don't stop!" I moaned, making a note in my subconscious to be embarrassed about it later.

I peaked as he kept going, seemingly speeding up a little at my encouragement. It seemed to last an eternity as my moans became gasps and small hiccups of inhalation. I realized that it wasn't one, but several orgasms I was having, one immediately after the other. His fingers slammed into me as his lips took my clit into his mouth again and he sucked on it, lightly grazing it with his teeth. I yelped in surprise as the most powerful orgasm yet slammed into me. He jumped back when I did, pulling his fingers free and releasing my clit from his mouth's embrace. I felt myself squirting again, the log and my thighs getting drenched as I did. He seemed to realize I was okay as he returned to his task, lapping at me as I dug my fingers into the log and moaned. He seemed to be cleaning up my mess more than trying to make me come again, but I didn't care either way. The attention felt nice as my pleasure subsided and I started to lose my grip on the waking world.

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Courtney set Jenny in her room through the window, the younger girl still rather confused. She climbed in after her, making sure she didn't run into the other room with the rest of the girls. Well, the ones that had made it back, anyway. She checked out her door after sitting Jenny on her bed. Most of them were back now; the only one missing was Lilly. No doubt she was by the lake with one of the boys. Probably Mark, if Courtney had to guess. Jenny was nearly asleep at this point, getting tired rather quickly after nearly getting them caught in the woods. Courtney lay down in the bed with her, stripping down to her underwear and pulling the younger girl under the covers.

"Next time you sneak off like that, you'd better let me know so I can join you." Courtney teased.

Jenny looked at her, confused but too tired to question it. "...Okay..."

Courtney kissed the younger girl and smiled, happy with her night. A quick rendezvous with Greg was all she'd planned, but catching Jenny in the woods like that was a better opportunity than she could pass up. Looks like it was going to be a good year after all.

>>21923

Awesome, eagerly awaiting more!

>>21923
thanks! a great chapter to read!

bump!!

get back up to the first page, you filthy lil thingie! >8]

While I'm on the front page, I guess I'll give you guys an update. But on that particular note, I'd like to ask a question or two of my audience while I'm here. First off, just to satisfy my own curiosity, do I have any females in my audience? Secondly, I'd like to get a read on how old some of you are. Finally, I've been wondering how often you all check for updates as opposed to actually posting to bump.

As for updating on the story, it's probably going to be a second Jenny chapter with a shorter main story chapter alongside it again. However, I've found myself incredibly busy with a lot of different things and I'm trying to cut back on writing so much at work (cuz I'd get fired in a heartbeat and I like my job.) Since I made you suffer through a straight scene last chapter though, you'll probably get a lot more gg in this chapter (possibly even in Jenny's story.)

All in all, I wanted to say thanks for your patience and let you know that I'm not dead and haven't abandoned the story. I really appreciate your support and words of encouragement (or impatience, those still keep me writing!) and I hope to continue giving you fap-worthy stories to enjoy!

>>22011
F, 22,
I don't usually check individual stories for updates often, but I check /elit/ for updates almost every night

M60
I only cottoned onto 7Chan and this elit thread quite recently (maybe 6 weeks or so ago) and have been pleasantly surprised by the quality of much of the writing I've come across so far.

I check certain stories (including yours) on a 1 to 3 day basis, hoping there will be a new installment.

This part of the internet isn't safe for females! You know that! I'm 17, though I've been reading sex stories for a while, and I check for updates to your story probably every other day.

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I just read this whole thing without even meaning to. Wow. Keep writing it! Needs moar Lilly/Heather.

Lol, if this part of the internet isn't safe for girls, seventeen year olds should probably tread lightly, too. I appreciate the feedback and would love more. Anything else you feel like sharing is welcome, I like getting to know my audience. I'm slightly more delighted to know there's a girl closer to my age in the audience than I should be. Also really glad to know there's some diversity in ages, I'm kind of interested to hear of some racial diversity, too. Thanks for responding guys, it means a lot to me. Hope to hear from more of you guys and I'll keep pounding away at the next update!

>>22038
If I tell you will you write more? M19, Norwegian/German, studying physics, not single, really like hockey

I check for updates almost everyday but till now I had been loosing hope :) glad to see youre alive bud.

21 m australian, white. Cant wait to see more and I hope that jennys part will have more of her back story!

M 45, America. Often read /elit/ while working.

>>22051
I too like to dangerously

Le bumpeth

>>22028
male, turning 17 soon.
been coming to 7chan and /elit/ in particular since I was 14. erotic lit is how I learned about porn, I've always been into reading.

I check it out at work sometimes, but I spend a lot less of my time on the computer than a lot of people here. getting /fit/ this summer too, so I have less time for 7chan and more time for grilling chicken.

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the norwegian/german dude practically wrote a bio so...

in an eight-month relationship, trying to figure out how it's going to go when she goes to college. I communicate really well but she doesn't, I'm just hoping that if she decides she wants to have a gangbang or something she'll dump me first. I understand lust but I hate cheaters.

I'm skinny but trying to bulk up. I like books. I like games involving open-world destruction. I love music but I live in a shit rural town in Connecticut with few to no potential bandmates, so I write and record alone.

woo.

NOW GIVE ME MORE WORD PORN, OP



>>22022
I don't want to make you uncomfortable by calling out your age, but I'm always a little unsettled by older posters.

to be fair, it's your generation that pioneered the world wide web, but still. I know exactly zero internet-savvy 60 year olds.

>>22070

One reason for that is because you don't know me :) Don't think for a moment that just because we're older that we don't have any technical savvy. The most influential technocrats are still part of my generation - my job is building the infrastructure that the Internet sits on, particularly 'Cloud' and I've yet to come cross a 'youngster' who really understands that that is.

My main reason for replying however, is to ask why you're unsettled by older posters and btw, was there a reason you didn't put your own age down?

>>22072
it's in the post directly above the one you replied to. 17.

I find it unsettling because my father and most of the people I know are technologically illiterate. I have to explain copy/paste to my 57-year-old father every time he needs to do it because he can't seem to remember that it exists.

it seems like the older they are, the worse they are. my mother, her in her late 40s, picks up on things fairly quickly. I've got her using basic programs like WinDirStat and CCleaner, which is something my father simply can't grasp. he's amazing at math but computers baffle him.

his Galaxy S3 is still running all of Verizon's bloatware and he refuses to let me touch it. It's painful.

so I'm not unsettled by the fact that there's older tech wizards. I'm unsettled when I imagine my father sitting on 7chan's /elit/ board, half because he can't use a computer and half because it's 7chan's /elit/ board.

to be fair though, I expect I'll be just as into stories about 11-year-olds getting it on at camp when I'm 60 myself.

>>22072
and "cloud" is a buzzword - it's just the act of storing massive amounts of personal data on remote servers instead of on a local machine.

>>22076
You're right; 'Cloud' is just a buzzword. But it’s so much more than just storing personal data on remote servers though and more than just a retail offering. Individuals will always embrace new technologies early, but enterprises (and Governments) are now moving more and more to ‘Cloud’. It gives them the ability to spin up extra compute power, with storage and memory, or extra email inboxes, virtual desktops etc at a moment’s notice paying, just for what they’re using at the time and the ability to ramp part or all of it down and stop paying just as quickly. There’s lots of other benefits to ‘Cloud’ of course, but let’s not get off topic for too long
And btw, I do accept that (on balance) it’s mostly the younger individuals who are the early adopters, but like I said, youngsters don’t have all the knowledge and technical savvy - we’re the guys that invented it all :)
In the meantime OP, just keep it going; it’s just starting to get really interesting

bump

Come back OP!! this needs to be finished :s

OP - any chance you could give us some kind of indication that you'll be continuing this - it's too good just to give up on

Well, I'd like to say I'm nearly done with the next chapter or even that it's started, but I scrapped what I had because it felt like I kept changing the mood of the story too quickly. I will have some more time to write soon, but it's no good if I don't actually write anything. I'm glad people are still interested, I haven't abandoned it yet, I'm just not sure where it's going right now. I still have the chapters saved so, if the thread disappears, it's not gone for good or anything. Hopefully it won't take me that long to write more, though. Sorry to my faithful, patient fans for being so inconsistent, but I promise I want to see it finished as bad as you.

It's great to hear from you OP, just the knowledge that you are working on updates helps - thanks

You've gained a new, avid reader good sir. This story is fantastic, and I can't wait for more.

>>22011
m 18, I check every night and only bump if it is gonna fall off the front page

>>22819
alrighty then, I anxiously await more from OP

Hey there OP. You said right at the beginning that you were going to try and finish this story. You've certainly done a really good job so far, but please for all of us let us know whether you are going to finish and how soon we may expect the next installment

dont fall off the front page please! also op, any honts on where th story is going and I will love you

I'm alive and so is the story. I wrote most of the next Jenny chapter a couple of weeks ago. I know it's been forever since I have updated, but this story gets harder and harder to write. I'm not quitting, but I can't promise when you'll get anything. I'm trying is all I can say

Thanks for letting us know you're continuing with this. Like many others, I think this is one of the better stories on here and there are too many authors who tease us with a good start and fail to follow through - THANKS

M30 Anglo Saxon
Loved the story OP, keep it up

BUMP! Keen for another chapter OP, definitely one of the better stories on here.

Has this story been posted anywhere else! I want it finished D: I've been waiting since last year and I lost hope and haven't checked it in a while ><

I guess this is dead then?

Like the last poster I'm worried that you may have given up on this FapArtist. Please get back to us to say you haven't, even if you don't have an update ready yet (Computer and Internet savvy technocrat - Caucasian M, 60)