Chapter 3: Monday - Dreaming About Mark

Early in the morning our counselor woke us up. We put on our robes and took our toiletry bags as we walked in line to the central bathroom. Fortunately the toilets had doors because as usual I’d woken up so horny I had to do something or go nuts.

Although I’m definitely not a “morning person” (just ask my mom after when she tries to get me up for school), I usually wake up “needy”. After last night and talking about Mark with the other girls, and then dreaming about him as I masturbated myself to sleep, I was extra horny this morning.

I hooked the wooden door, lifted up my T-shirt, dropped my shorts and took a seat on the thrown of an ancient but fortunately clean toilet. Nature called so first I peed but then I was ready for better things. Spreading my legs, I leaned back against the back of the stall and reached between my thighs with my right hand, rubbing my clit slowly at first but quickly building up speed.

There have been times when I’ve masturbated for hours, just laying on my bed, cumming several times and eventually working myself up to a stunning climax which would leave me totally exhausted but oh so satisfied. At other times masturbation was just a quick means way to relieve myself of the overwhelming sexual tension that was threatening to overload me. These quick and dirty orgasms worked for the short term but naturally didn’t give me near the satisfaction of an extended masturbation session.

This was one of those times when I needed to get off quick so in less than five minutes of fantasizing about waking up to the feel of Mark’s cock pressing against my pussy, I drew a deep breath and let that wonderful sensation I get with any orgasm flow through me.

When I was finished I quickly pulled down my T-shirt, adjusted my shorts, and opened the door to go the rows of sinks where Beth, my very best friend, has just finished brushing her teeth.

“Feeling better?” she teased me with a smirk nudging me playfully in the side with her elbow.

“Whatever DO you mean?” I replied with all the innocence I could put in my voice.

“Oh give me a break girl; I’m your best friend, remember? I know what you do when you wake up in the morning. Look at your face in the mirror - you may as well be wearing a neon sign saying, ‘Look at me, I just did myself!’ You’re something else Kelly.”

I looked at my reflection in the cracked mirror and sure enough, I WAS pretty flushed. I flashed her a toothy smile and brushed my teeth while she stood there shaking her head in mock shame over the sinful deeds of her best friend. Yeah, like she probably hadn’t just done the same thing herself and just happened to finish faster than me. I’d slept over at her house enough times to know her morning routines well.

When I was finished at the sink I followed Beth to the shower room where modesty was not an option. The room has two stainless steel shower trees with several heads on each so everyone had to shower together. For me it was no big deal as I was long accustomed to being nude around people.

Growing up, nudity wasn’t something to be flaunted but at the same time not to be ashamed of nor made a big deal over. For me to see my parents nude or vice versa was simply a non-event. As I got older I noticed my dad would look at me a little longer than he had when I was younger but who could blame him? After all, he may have been my dad but he was still a guy. Besides, he never did anything overt or to embarrass me.

Most of the younger girls were obviously were raised in more conservative homes and for a few an open shower was actually a traumatic experience. I knew girls when I was in high school that never showered after gym class, figuring it was better to make it through the day with lots of perfume and deodorant than to be nude in front of the other girls.

Going a whole week at camp without a shower was a different story although I knew girls that had done it, depending on the daily swim at the lake with maybe a discrete wash-down at the sink to make it through until they could go home to the privacy of their own bathroom. Seemed pretty silly if you asked me.

Beth and I stripped together and stepped into the shower. It was pretty crowded with everyone trying to get ready the first morning so it was all but impossible NOT to bump up against other girls as you made your way through the mob. I knew from past experience that it would get better as the week went by as everyone learned to schedule their time better. Today, however, it was wall-to-wall naked girls.

Beth and I managed to get a shower head for ourselves and we pressed together to share the lukewarm stream of water. What is it about camps that they NEVER have really hot water in the showers anyway? My nipples hardened instantly when the lukewarm water struck them and I noticed that Beth’s were doing the same. She was fortunate in that Mother Nature had blessed her with the biggest boobs of any girl our age. In the meantime I was “cursed” with one of the smallest pair.

As I watched Beth soaping down her breasts and running her hands over them, I couldn’t help but feel jealous of her as I always was whenever I saw her nude. As we twisted and turned under the shower her boobs would sometimes accidentally rub up against my naked skin. Once our nipples even rubbed against one another’s and I felt a shiver run through me.

My eyes met Beth’s and for just a moment I wondered what it would be like to feel her naked body against mine in a more private setting. The moment passed almost instantly and then we were out of the shower to make room for someone else. We got back to our clothes and dried off. Beth handed me her towel saying, “Dry off my back, would you Kelly?”

She turned and faced away from me as I rubbed the towel over her. I got down to her butt and rubbed it with the towel as well. I wasn’t even thinking about it when I moved down and started to dry her off between her thighs. Beth instantly flipped around with a sly grin on her face.