Chapter 1: Thinking About Church Camp

Ever since I gave Steve, the older brother of one of my girlfriends, my virginity the summer before I started high school, I’ve wanted (and had) sex as often as possible. At first I only felt comfortable doing it with Steve but he was a wonderful boyfriend and would fuck me as much as I wanted in the months afterwards.

Steve made me feel special so you can imagine, how crushed I was when Steve’s mom was transferred to California and so he and his brother and sister had to move away later that winter.

Once Steve was gone, at first I just masturbated a lot but it didn’t take long for me to realize how much I missed having someone show me how much they wanted me, even if I wasn’t the hottest girl in my class. For over six months Steve had been the only boy I’d had sex with so it was time to open my horizons - and my legs.

As it turned out, my fears were all for naught as I learned there were lots of horny boys around who thought I was sexy and were more than willing to do their best to show me. Somehow even though I had a very active sex life, by staying involved in a school and church activities I managed to avoid acquiring a public reputation as the school slut, at least at first. Of course, when it came to the boys at school, well, they knew who to come to for a great blowjob and I was never more proud then when I overheard two guys saying what a great BJ I gave!

So summer was again in full bloom and I was enjoying myself. During summer bikinis and cutoffs became the standard uniform for me and my friends and we were all having a great time teasing the boys and sometimes enjoying the fruits of our labors. Most of us had lost our virginity by now although I was probably at the upper end of the scale when it came to number of partners. My best friend Beth was ahead of me but that was because she was known for being a party girl whereas I preferred more the one-to-one dating routine.

Before I knew it, it was time for that annual rite of passage - church camp. I’d been going to church camp every year since I was eight and I’ve always looked forward to going back again. There was so much to do - horse riding, swimming, crafts and worship. Being fifteen now, this would be my last year so I was looking forward to being the senior group finally.

Actually I was excited about going for a few other reasons as well. During the last couple of years me and the other girls my age had started flirting with some of the counselors at camp. We were barely teenagers so it was all pretty much just innocent fun and nothing really happened, at least not that I knew about. Oh sure a few girls claimed to have “gone all the way? but for the most part I figured they were just boasting and there wasn’t anything behind the bravado. As for me, this year I was no longer a virgin and so my intentions were to go way beyond flirting!

Being fifteen now also meant that some of the younger counselors wouldn’t be all that much older than me. If there was one thing I’d learned since last summer it was that your average boy would do just about anything for even a chance at getting in my panties (when I wore them). Besides, doing it at church camp just seemed so naughty even to think about it.