Chapter 2: Sunday - Seeing Mark for the First Time

My bags were packed and I was ready to go (I think there’s a song in there somewhere). During church there was a special sendoff for all the kids leaving for camp. Afterwards my parents and I stopped home for lunch and to pick up my suitcase. From there it is a two-hour ride.

While I could’ve taken the church bus with most of the other kids, traditionally my parents had always taken me to camp so as to be sure that I was all set up and OK for the week. I didn’t have the heart to tell them that I was fifteen now and didn’t need mommy and daddy to check up on me. Oh well, it would be my last year so why go against tradition now?

Overall it was a pleasant trip into the mountains and we showed up about the same time as everyone else. For a while the parking lot was organized chaos as everyone got his or her gear and lined up to check in.

Looking around, I was thrilled to see that one of the guys working the registration table was someone I recognized from the previous year. Mark was one of the college students that worked at the camp as a counselor. This year I knew he was 21 which automatically made him so much more mature than most boys I knew in high school. Tall and handsome, every girl in camp had a crush on him last year - me included. I think last year my cabin must have all masturbated about him every night!

When I finally worked my way to the front of the line I felt a chill run through me when I noticed that Mark was looking me over as he checked me in - all over. It didn’t hurt that I was wearing cutoffs as short as I could get away with. Unfortunately our church has some pretty ridiculous dress code rules so they weren’t nearly as revealing as I usually wore around the neighborhood.

Standing at the table, I smiled at him while he checked me in. As I walked away with my cabin assignment I was pretty sure he was taking a good look at my ass. I doubt it hurt that I made sure to wiggle it just for him. One of the older camp counselors caught me and she wagged her finger at me but I just ignored her. What could she do anyway?

There were lots of other things to occupy me afterwards and I forgot all about Mark for the moment. My dad helped carry my stuff to the cabin where I was assigned with eleven other girls and Jackie, our counselor. Mom helped me to put my things away during which she noticed I’d brought a couple of my bikinis with as well.

“Now Kelly,” she gently scolded me, “You know you can’t wear these here. My goodness, they’ll be calling for us to pick you if you show up at the beach in one of these!”

My mom then reached down and picked up one of my favorites that my dad had bought me just a couple of weeks earlier. “Good grief, I thought you promised me you would never wear this one in public. You know it was just for your dad to see.”

My dad was always buying me outfits that I would model for him. This particular bikini was one he’d bought that I really loved. Although I could have used more cleavage to fill it out properly, the bottoms were not much more than a piece of triangular clothe with thing strings holding it on. It left little to the imagination to say the least. When I modeled it for him he took a bunch of photos, just as he always did when he brought me home one of his “special” outfits.

“My goodness, now where’s the one we bought you special for camp?” my mom mumbled as she tossed my other bikinis in to her purse for safe keeping.

Reluctantly I pulled out the suit she was talking about from the very bottom of my suitcase. Ugh, I hated it!! It was one-piece which was bad enough but it covered my ass and boobs completely making me feel like I was wearing a straitjacket when I had it on! It was like something from the stone age.

Oh well, the only consolation was that at least all the other girls would have to wear one just like it as well so I wouldn’t have to be embarrassed to wear such a stodgy thing. My mom took it from my hands put it in the drawer along with my underwear.

“So what else did you sneak in here you naughty little girl?” she said with a smile. She looked around to be sure nobody could hear her and added, “You know, just because you’re not a virgin this year doesn’t mean you can run around looking like a slut. This IS church camp you know.”

Looking through my things, she ended up confiscating a couple of skimpy tube tops and one pair of my cutoffs, my favorite pair too in that my ass hung out both sides when I walked. Then she rummaged through my things one more time before giving up. She looked me in the eyes and asked, “What, no bras?”

“Mommmmmm!” I protested, folding my arms in frustration.

Mom shook her head but at least she didn’t press the issue. She and I were always fighting over this issue. I hated bras with a passion and generally never wore one unless she forced me to like when we were going to church. It wasn’t like I was all that well-endowed anyway to where I required one.

In all fairness, it wasn’t that she wanted me to wear a bra ALL the time. Heck, if anything she actually encouraged me NOT to wear one much of the time although she did give me a few pointers on when to wear one to tease boys more. As I mentioned, usually the only time she really pushed the issue was when it came to church activities.

So far as dress codes go, our church isn’t nearly as extreme as some I’ve heard about but even so it’s still pretty strict when compared to school. Even though the camp rules did not specifically require that girls had to wear bras (most weren’t old enough to need one anyway), there was always the general statement about “proper and appropriate attire? that could be interpreted just about however the Camp Director wanted.

As it turned out my mother proved yet again how well she understood me. She reached in her purse and pulled out one of my newer bras.