Chapter 1

Sitting in the car, looking at the trees flying by as we drove down the highway, I couldn’t have been more miserable. Here I was stuck going camping with my parents when all I wanted to do was hang out with my friends at home. Why would I want to sleep on the dirty ground, in a bear’s nylon lunchbox, for five long nights? To make matters worse, it was supposed to be hot the entire time, with temperatures spiking in the triple digits. I tried to argue my case of staying home, but my parents insisted that camping would be good for me. To make it worse, I wasn’t getting much signal on my phone. Ugh!

We drove for almost three hours to this small state park my parents loved when they were dating. They had planned to return there for years, but things never seemed to work out. Maybe I’d be more excited had I grown up with this stuff, but I wasn’t an outdoor kind of girl. Give me the noise and excitement of the city anytime, along with all the comforts of home. Being sweaty and dirty while swarmed with bugs doesn’t really do it for me.

We finally arrived around 4:00 in the afternoon. My parents registered at the camp office while I stood up and stretched my legs. I checked myself in the mirror. My long blonde hair was starting to naturally curl from the humidity. It looked fine, but I preferred my hair straight. My blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, and my complexion was clean. I hoped by the end of this trip that I didn’t end up breaking out in pimples or bug bites.

My parents finally returned with the site information and a map, so we got back in the car and headed for the campsite. My dad drove slowly along the dirt and gravel road, the car jostling from side to side hitting potholes. The road was lined with trees for the first few minutes until we started passing campsites. All seemed to be occupied with cars, tents, and people roaming about. As we passed a couple of people on the road, they waved at us. Why were people so friendly here?

After several more minutes of my head nearly banging against the door of the car, we turned into our campsite. My parents had booked months in advance to pick the best site right beside the lake. Most of the site was shrouded in trees, giving us a decent amount of cool shade. Mom and dad hopped out of the car excitedly and started pulling things from the trunk while I got out and stretched, weary of this whole experience.

“Come on, Jane, help me with the tent!” my dad said with more energy than he usually has when he’s working. Normally, he’d just get home and pass out on the couch till dinner. Now you’d think he was a rugged outdoors man with Walmart equipment.

He had me unpack the tent bag and separate out all of the pieces while he read the instructions. There was a lot of “ok”, “I see”, and “oh, that makes sense”, as we slowly put together the flimsy contraption. We’d be living like homeless people for the next several days. It was a large tent, navy blue and grey, with screen windows that rolled up on the side. As I held up the poles, dad banged in some stakes to hold it in place. It rose 5 feet in the air, so I’d still have to duck to get in and out, but at least we wouldn’t be packed like sardines. There was also a thin privacy wall to create two rooms inside the tent, not that it did much other than the illusion of privacy. Mom and dad would take one, and I would get another.

Mom, meanwhile, was setting up a cooking area with a pop-up shelter. It didn’t have as much building required, only pulling on the legs, and it opened up to full size. She set up a little kitchen underneath with a camp stove they’d just bought, a cooler, and some snacks. The fire pit was away from our little encampment, and mom had dropped some camp chairs close by for tonight, when we would have a fire.

It took nearly an hour for us to get everything loaded into the tent and have the site set up how mom and dad liked. Personally, I didn’t care, I just wanted to cool off from the strong heat of the midday sun. Even under the shade of the trees, it was still sweltering. I don’t know how I was supposed to last the whole five days in this weather.

“Mom, where’s the washroom?” I asked, wanting to change and relieve myself.

“Oh yeah, I guess we should find it.”

Dad responded while holding the map, “it looks like it is down the road to the right. It shouldn’t be too far. I’m going to walk to the camp office, I forgot to buy a bag of wood for tonight.”

Dad headed in one direction, and mom and I in the other. We passed several more campsites as we walked, some with two or three tents within the bounds of their little lots. I would have to say that we did seem to have the nicest one out of all the ones I’d seen. At least my parents did that right. We climbed a little hill, and off to the side was a concrete building with a few people going in and out.

“That’s the washroom?” I asked incredulously.

My mom smiled at me, “Yup! Welcome to roughing it. At least it isn’t an outhouse.”

“If it was an outhouse, I’d already be in the car on the way home. I’d pick you both up in five days ... maybe.”

“You need a sense of fun, Jane. Lighten up, come on,” my mom said as we walked up to the women’s side of the structure. There was a path to the door with a corner wall to block direct view inside when the door was open. Glass cube blocks and dirty, cobweb covered windows were high above the doorway for ventilation and light, but it was gross to look at.

Inside, it wasn’t much better. It smelled gross, like mold and garbage, and there were dead flies and bugs anywhere near a window. I didn’t really want to touch anything there, but I didn’t have much choice. There were several toilet stalls, a wall of four sinks across from it, and off in the corner were three showers with curtains.

A couple of girls ran around inside while their mother likely used the facilities. I went to a free toilet stall and sat down. When I finished peeing, I took off my shirt and bra and released my small breasts from their hot and sweaty confinement. It felt nice to let them air out, if only for a minute or two, before I put on my bikini top. I was never well-endowed in the chest department. My mom always thought I was going to be a late bloomer since she had larger breasts than me, but it just never happened. My small and perky 30-B breasts never seemed to catch the eye of the boys at school despite my best efforts. Even when I did, though, I always found myself disinterested in them after a couple of dates. There’s only so much you can hear about video games or sports before you just want to move on.

I gave the underside of my breasts a quick rub from a hot spot my bra made as it pinched my skin. I really needed to find something more comfortable in the future, maybe something that lifted them up a bit more, too. As I touched my own skin, I unconsciously teased my own nipples which caused them to stick out from my chest. I was getting hot and not just from the weather. This was going to be a long few days without some kind of relief. Reluctantly, I tied on my top, flushed the toilet, and headed out to wash my hands and meet up with my mom.

“Thought you fell in,” she joked.

“If I did, I’d burn all of my skin off.”

“Now, now, don’t be like that. I promise by the time we leave, you’ll wish you could stay longer.”

“I wouldn’t put any money on that, mom.”

We walked back to the campsite, and dad had already returned with a weird-looking sack of wood and kindling. It was about 6:30 in the evening and mom started to prepare dinner. She figured we could eat early and then have snacks around the campfire before bed. That kind of made sense, and I really didn’t feel like doing too much more in the hot weather.

While she and dad made dinner on the camp stove, I wandered around the edge of the water. Apparently, there was a beach at the park a few hundred yards down the road, but I couldn’t see it. I asked if we could visit there tomorrow so I could work on my tan. My parents agreed since it seemed like I was interested in doing something outdoorsy, even if it was just laying on a beach in the sun. If nothing else on this trip, I was going to get a nice tan.

An hour later, I was called to dinner for steak and potatoes. It wasn’t bad considering it was cooked on a small propane stove. Mom and dad talked about all the activities the park had, including hiking trails, guided nature walks, canoe and boat rentals, and all kinds of other stuff that made them giddy. I’m pretty sure I’m adopted, was my main takeaway from that conversation. Very little of that was of interest to me, especially in the sweltering heat. I honestly wanted to do as little as possible and try not to bake to death.

We all puttered around the campsite for the rest of the evening, cleaning things up and putting things away. Dad made a little stack of wood in the firepit and then joined mom and me to watch the sun go down over the lake. I have to admit, that was pretty nice and something I didn’t see in the city that often. The sky was a bright shade of orange and yellow as the sun slowly crept behind the trees on the other side of the water. When it was nearly dark, dad turned on a flashlight and led us back to the campsite where he started up the fire ... eventually. Seems he’d forgotten how to get the tinder to light, so it took a few minutes of frustration and a few low-voiced swear words to get the fire started.

Once it was going, we sat around and toasted marshmallows and made smores. It was nice to look into the burning hot flame and watch it dance to the light breeze outside. What was less nice was the smoke constantly following me around anywhere I sat. It was like it was attracted to me and always blew into my face, making my eyes water. I think I moved my chair four times to try to stay out of its smoke, but to no avail.

Mom and dad had a couple of beers while I drank Coke. I couldn’t help but try to get them to let me have a beer, but they said no. It wasn’t like I’d never had beer before, I’d had quite a few at various parties and sleepovers over the years, not that my parents knew anything about that, though. Still, it would have been nice to have one while sitting around the campfire. I felt like it would have improved the whole affair. It’s the least they could have done since they dragged me out here in the first place.

As the fire slowly died down, the high-pitched buzz of mosquitos filled the air around us. Since it was getting late and we were being eaten alive, dad suggested we turn in for the night. He dumped some water on the fire while mom and I traveled back up the road to the washroom. There was a bit of a line for the toilets, and it took ten minutes to finally get in there. People were brushing their teeth and brushing their hair in the mirror. I didn’t have time to daydream this time, and after a quick pee, I brushed my teeth, and we got out of there.

Dad went when we got back, having ensured the fire was good and truly extinguished. Mom and I climbed into the tent, and I changed into a thin pair of panties and a very thin top. I put a housecoat near my sleeping bag in case I needed to go to the bathroom. I climbed into my sleeping bag and tried to close my eyes, but I was so warm. When dad returned, he walked past me and headed to the back section of the tent, and my parents closed the divider. They settled in themselves and eventually turned their flashlight out.

I lay there, still boiling hot in the pitch black of the tent with lots of unknown noises all around me. I felt uneasy and unsafe, like something big and mean, with giant teeth would rip through the walls of the tent and eat me before I had a chance to scream. You never know the horrors that lie outside the walls of your tent. The things that go bump in the night, rustle the leaves, or hoot and howl are nothing compared to the depths of your own imagination in an unfamiliar setting.

I lay there wide awake, hot, sticky, and smelling like a campfire. I couldn’t do anything about all the noises going on around me, but I could do something to cool myself off. When I heard my dad snoring, I took off my top and let my tits free in my sleeping bag. It wasn’t much, but I didn’t have to feel the damp material against my skin any longer, and it was a couple of degrees cooler. I also had to admit, I did enjoy the danger factor a little bit, knowing my parents were just feet away from me, separated by nothing more than a piece of fabric.

A naughty thought played in my mind; an urge to touch myself right there in the tent. I could. There wasn’t much down below, but my panties and I was dying for a little sexual release. If I was at home, I’d have already made myself cum by now. It was something I did almost every night and I had a hard time sleeping if I didn’t. I’ve never actually done anything with a boy before, even though I had opportunities. I let them touch my titties while making out, but I never let them go further than that. I didn’t want to be known as a slut like some of the other girls. I knew a couple girls that had bad reputations from the stories that had been spread around, but I also knew some of that stuff was made up. It was difficult to separate the truth from the lies.

I lay awake for several hours, doing my best to keep my fingers out of my hungering pussy. As time went on though, a new problem arose. I needed to pee. I struggled against it for a little while, hoping it would just go away on its own but to no avail. I knew what I had to do but was a little scared to do it. Eventually, as the pressure built, I knew there was no other choice. I climbed out of my sleeping bag, put on my housecoat, and grabbed my phone.

It was 12:38 in the morning as I unzipped the door to the tent as quietly as I could. Once outside, I zipped it back up and turned on the flashlight function on my phone. It gave enough light that I could see where I was going, and I made my way along the road towards the washroom.

I walked along the dark road. The park was silent with the occasional rustle in the distance. The light from my phone wasn’t powerful enough to see into the brush and it creeped me out. Passing a few campsites, everything was quiet. People slept peacefully in their tents, unaware of the noises in the night. That is, until I passed a campsite with a couple of tents. I thought everything was quiet until I heard some heavy breathing coming from the larger tent. At first, my fearful mind thought it was a bear, but as I listened more carefully, I could hear something more human.