Chapter 2: In the Poconos

When he left the bus, he joined the crowd of other campers, but he couldn’t seem to find Felicia. There was a lot of milling around while they were waiting for their cabin assignments. He picked up his bag and wandered off to his assigned cabin, number five. He climbed the two steps and walked inside and stopped, dropping his bag at his feet.

“Felicia! You’re in this cabin? I didn’t hear your name called.”

“That’s because I use my middle name. I’m May Felicia Younger, at your service. Do you want me to ask for a transfer?”

“What? NO! Shit, Felicia, I’ve just seen all the others, and you’re the hottest girl in this camp!”

Flanking Felicia were two young men. Oscar addressed the one to Felicia’s left.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know your name, but can I have that bed that is next to hers? Do you mind switching?”

“Sure, my name is Steve, and I can see you two know each other. You can have the spot close to the cute girl.”

“Hey, thanks, Steve,” Felicia agreed, “I’ll give you a blowjob later.”

She wasn’t serious, they both were laughing, but Oscar felt a sudden pang of unexpected jealousy. He managed a simple “thanks” to Steve and hopped on to the bed he had just vacated next to Felicia. Four other campers filed in and took the remaining beds. Like the other cabins, Cabin Five had four men and four women.

They were joined by a member of the camp staff. He strode into the cabin and asked for their attention. He was six foot four inches tall, African American, and his large cock was clearly visible in the brief camp underwear, his only garment. The same thin and elastic fabric revealed everything, just as Greta’s did on the bus. On his unusually large feet he wore light rubber sandals.

“Welcome to Camp Stillwater. I’m Landon Monroe, I’m 30 years old and married to Shelly Cannell. She’s assigned to Cabins 1 and 2, while I’m assigned to Cabins 5 and 6. That means I use this bed here on alternate nights. The first thing you should know is that, whether I’m here or not, all of you are free to have sex in these beds, just not with me.

“Helen, don’t pout. I know your names already, because I was given a big printout with your pictures.

“Let me be clear, inside this cabin you are going to have sex in front of each other. You’re going to leave this camp without any body shame and without inhibitions, learning how to please and be pleased from your partners and from watching your peers.

“I know that right now this might be hard to believe. But I won’t be surprised if I walk in here at the end of the session and four of these beds are bouncing at once.”

Landon was well aware that most of his audience was feeling nervous anticipation and excitement, just thinking of the possibilities. They were also trying to check each other out, while trying not to be too obvious about it.

“If your partner is from another cabin, you should arrange an exchange so there are always eight campers sleeping in each cabin.

“I know this has been explained to you already, but the time has come. Under the eight pillows you will find your camp panties. They are stretchy to fit everyone’s body and, as you can see, very revealing. The word ‘panties’ isn’t very masculine, but it fits, if you’ll pardon the pun. The time has come, ladies and gentlemen. Put your street clothes in your bags and keep them under your beds. Come on, nobody gets to be body-shy here at camp.”

Landon settled back on the ninth bed to watch the campers’ young bodies. None of the four young women were very busty, so they were going to be going topless. Still, it was such a new experience that all eight of them nervously undressed while facing the outside walls of the cabin. At the end, he watched each of them bend down to slip on the panties, then sit to put their socks and shoes back on.

“All right, people, let’s get acquainted. Everybody stand up and face the center of the room. Starting on my left, introduce yourself and mention a few things we should know about you.”

It didn’t surprise him that three of the guys were showing chubbies. This was typical on the first day of camp. The beautiful girls arrived at camp with their skin clear of acne, their teeth straightened, and their eyesight fixed.

Oscar, though, was totally erect, his eyes locked on Felicia’s blushing face. It was disconcerting to her, she didn’t usually get a lot of attention from guys in social situations, like at high school. She blamed her A cups, but her shyness and passivity likely were the real issue for her.

Meanwhile, Landon was also lengthening and stiffening, and not just because of the girls. Away from camp, he was often involved with threesomes with Shelly, both MFF and MMF versions. Meanwhile, the four girls were sneaking glances at Landon’s equipment. Seeing his reaction, they assumed it was from seeing their four bodies instead of all eight of them.

On Landon’s left hand, first up was a model-thin blonde, with dark eyebrows and pubic hair.

“I’m Marcia Holcomb, 17, I had some issues with eating when I was younger, that is, not enough, but I’m better now. I should tell you, since the big theme here is sex, I need to confess. Guys, I’ll put out if you feed me chocolate. To be honest, a cookie will do it. Also, by the time we leave here, the carpet will match the drapes because the dye will wear off.”

“Thank you, Marcia. William?”

“Call me Will. I’m Will Deloitte. The parents of my parents were all immigrated from Haiti, which is why I’m black and speak a little Creole. I’ve been out with a few girls, but they dropped me when they see that I’m only normal-sized instead of big like Landon.”

From nearby, a female voice called out.

“You look perfect to me, Will!”

It seemed impossible with his very dark skin, but Will actually seemed to blush. Landon interceded.

“You’ll have lots of chances to examine Will later. Anything else you want to add?”

“I had a serious issue with online games. My obsessions were hurting my education, and I had to quit—cold turkey.”

“I’m Helen Wang; it sounds like Wong but spelled with an ‘A.’ I’ve thought about getting it changed legally, but my family went batshit crazy when I mentioned the idea. My family immigrated from China after World War II. Let’s see. My grandfather says I won’t inherit from him unless I bear a son, although I believe he will tolerate a daughter. It’s too much money to ignore, unfortunately. My only experiences are with girls and Bob, my battery operated boyfriend. Any volunteers?”

All four males raised their hands. Felicia glared at Oscar, and he lowered his hand, grinning.

“I’m teasing you,” he whispered.

Landon turned and glared at the two of them.

“Oscar, Felicia, I want to remind you. We love romance here at Camp Stillwater, but we discourage exclusive relationships. You might leave here as a couple, but while you are here both of you are going to be intimate with others. Think of it this way, Felicia. If Oscar is experienced with others, even the ones with big tits, and he keeps coming back to snuggle with you, that is, if he still prefers you, then you know you have something special together. Yeah, Greta warned me about your obsessions, Oscar.

“Your family wants you all to come back to them with a full experience, able to find a partner among all the different kinds of people out there. Helen just mentioned this, to become fathers and mothers. Not by accident, and not because you settle for someone just because you’re lonely and/or horny. I want you to say to someone in your future, ‘I’ve tried the rest, and you’re the best.’

“With that understanding, let’s move on. Paul?”

“I’m Paul Alvarez. Legally, I’m Pablo, but I prefer Paul. I’m pretty disconnected from my heritage. I can’t speak Spanish, and my mother is not only white, but paper-white. I mean, she doesn’t cast a shadow on a sunny day. Meanwhile, my dad’s skin is so dark, they call him a Blatino. I love them both to pieces, and I’m truly sick of racial divisiveness. If a girl is attracted to me, I don’t care what hue her skin is. What else? I’m crazy about football, I played tight end in high school.”

“Paul, turn around,” asked Helen. “Yes, nice and tight. We need to talk about the Eagles.”

“I’m May Felicia Younger. I go by Felicia. I guess I’m miscellaneous European, no idea really. One of the things I want to work on is my self-esteem. It seems this weird guy to my left thinks I’m hot, which is, like, a first for me. I hope he won’t mind sharing me like Landon says, because I do want confidence and experience. I hope for the same for him, because if he has experience with other women, including women with tits, and then he still wants me, well—”