Porn Camp
Copyright© 2026 by Phil Brown
Chapter 2: Heather
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 2: Heather - “On behalf of Adult Entertainment Industries and Lancelot Productions, you have been selected to join us for three weeks of extensive training for positions throughout the adult entertainment industry.” The letter began and so too did the adventure. Come join Ryan Owens, a typical eighteen year old high school senior for the fantasy of a lifetime.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Consensual Heterosexual Anal Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex Safe Sex Nudism
When I walked into the coffee shop on Tuesday morning, I panicked.
I had forgotten to ask Crystal how I would recognize her. But just then, a girl wearing pink scrubs approached me holding a piece of paper in her hand as she kept looking from the paper to me and then back again.
“Ryan?” she finally asked tentatively.
“Heather?” I asked as I tried to give her a smile. I’ll say this, my new stepmom can sure pick ‘em! I immediately found myself hoping that we would get along.
Five-foot-nothing, with dark brown hair that was tied back into a long ponytail and sparkling green eyes that I immediately became lost in; I just stood and grinned like an adolescent school boy on his first date. Which wasn’t far from the truth.
“What do you say we get some coffee and sit down over there and get to know one another?” she asked. I just nodded with a goofy grin.
“Which one of us should go first?” she asked when we finally sat down with our coffee. I had noticed that she had steered us to a remote corner where other customers seemed to be on their laptops and not as likely to be staring at us.
“Ladies first,” I said.
“Fine. My name is Heather Bowling. I’m twenty-two years old and just graduated from nursing school at St. Vincents. I’m technically an RN (Registered Nurse), but I’m working two days a week at your stepmom’s clinic as a nursing assistant right now. I hope to get hired on fulltime as an RN when the new budget is approved in October.
“My mother works for Samuelson Publishing in their technical manuscript section and my step-dad is a mechanic. I have an idiot step-brother who’s single and still lives at home and two sisters who are both married. One lives in Nevada and the other in Durham, North Carolina. I have never been married, but I was briefly engaged to a guy who couldn’t seem to make up his mind.”
“Make up his mind?” I asked.
“Yeah. Whether he wanted me or his bosses’ secretary.”
“Ugg...” I grunted. “That stinks.”
“Yeah. But better before the wedding than after,” she replied. “Now, your turn.”
“Well ... my name is Ryan Owens, and Crystal became my new stepmom last month. My birth mom died of cancer almost four years ago and it’s just been me and my dad since then. He’s an aerospace engineer with Lockheed’s research division. No siblings. At least not until last month. Do you know about Crystal’s daughters?” I asked.
“Only what I heard yesterday. I’ve never met them. In fact, I just met Dr. Matthews yesterday for the first time,” she replied with a grin.
It took me a minute to parse that sentence. I remembered that Matthews had been Crystal’s surname before their marriage and dad saying something about her just keeping her name professionally because it would be too difficult to change at this point, but I had never actually heard anyone refer to her as Dr. Matthews before.
“ ... you tell me about what it is that you’re wanting to know about women,” she said as she smiled at me.
That’s when I noticed Heather’s dimples. I also noticed the spray of freckles across the bridge of her nose. I must have missed the first part of her question because I was daydreaming about love at first sight.
“I’m not really sure,” I stammered. “I haven’t had that much experience with girls.”
“Do you date?” she asked.
“I did some,” I replied. “Up until school was out. Since then I’ve been busy with Dad’s wedding and getting moved over here. We moved in with them because their house is larger.”
“Yeah. Your stepmom gave me a picture of you from the wedding. That’s how I spotted you. You clean up pretty good.”
There! There it was again! That smile warmed me down to my toes.
“Are you a virgin?” she asked suddenly.
“What?” I cried out.
“I asked if you were a virgin. It’s really no big deal one way or the other, I just wondered what I have to work with?” she said rather dryly.
“Lisa Simpson. Last spring. After the prom,” I replied just as dryly.
“I see. Do you play sports?”
After that it was one question after the other. I almost resented her questions at first, but she was neither mean nor judgmental about it so I found myself giving her more complete answers.
When she got around to my new step sisters and what had happened in the bathroom, she actually laughed. I couldn’t help it. I laughed too!
“Okay. I think I’ve got the picture. Now. What do you think you need to learn?” she asked.
I fumbled around and finally pulled the piece of notebook paper from my pocket. Then I read it to her.
“I want to learn how to treat women so that they respond positively to me and I want to learn how to make love to a woman so that they enjoy it,” I read to her. “I also want to understand my new step-sisters better and what I could do to help them.”
“Did Lisa Simpson enjoy it?” she asked. I could tell she wasn’t being mean but just wanted to know.
“I don’t think she did. She said it wasn’t her first time, but I couldn’t really tell. But she didn’t seem to like it very much and she definitely didn’t want to do it again. I think it was all my fault.”
“Your fault?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said hesitantly. “You see ... I’m ... ah ... kinda big down there.”
Her face turned red as she quickly looked around. “I think ... I think that we need to hold the rest of this conversation somewhere more private.”
“Where?” I asked.
“Think we could go to your house? There are people at mine today,” she asked.
As we walked out, I showed her my five year old Toyota Camery. She said she would follow me.
When we got to my house, I led her into the kitchen. It was where I had spent the most time here so far, and I figured we could sit around the kitchen table to talk.
“Okay ... let’s start again. You said you feel that Lisa didn’t enjoy it when you had sex because ... you’re too big?” she asked. “I mean you think your penis was too large for her to enjoy it?”
“Exactly!” I told her. I was glad that she was understanding me without a lot of embarrassing chatter.
Heather cocked her head to the side, squinting her eyes a little, and just stared at me, questioning ... something.
“Just how big are we talking here,” she finally asked. There was still no negative connotations in her tone. Just true curiosity ... and maybe a little concern.
I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t really know. I’ve never really measured. I do know that I get teased in the locker room quite a bit.”
“Okay ... pull it out,” she said quickly. “I need to see what I’m working with here!”
I was stunned for a moment. NO ONE ever tells an eighteen year old boy to ‘pull it out’ and show his cock to a beautiful girl. Except maybe in one of those porno stories online.
“Come on, stud! Let me see it!” Heather egged me on. “After all, you’re paying for the lessons and I’m your teacher, so whip it out!”
I stood up and turned to face her, slowly undoing my pants and letting them drop to the floor. Then, taking a deep breath, I slid my boxers down to follow my pants. As I returned to upright, I saw her eyes go wide as I heard her gasp as she just stared.
“Well ... I’ll say this,” she started when she could talk again. “Your stepsister wasn’t lying! That thing is huge!”
I just shrugged again as I peeled my polo shirt over my head. I figured I might as well show her the whole package.
“Well, I can see what has Madison so enthralled,” she said. Then she added, “Don’t move! I have to make a phone call.”
So I just stood there, totally naked as she punched in a number on her cell phone. Then she relayed her name and asked to speak to the doctor. The whole time she kept looking me up and down.
“Oh great!” I thought. “She’s calling my stepmother!”
“Do you work out?” she asked me. But before I could answer, she spoke into the phone again.
“Hello? Dr. Matthews?” she asked. “It’s Heather.”
“I’m calling because I decided to take the job. Are you okay with that?” she asked.
Silence while she listened to whatever Crystal was saying.
“No. We’re at your house. Will you be okay with us using his bedroom?” she asked.
“WHAT?”
“Okay. I’ll tell him,” she replied to the phone. “The clean sheets are in the linen closet and so are the towels,” she repeated. Then she listened again.
“I’ll show him how to run the washing machine,” she said laughing.
There was silence for another minute, then she added, “Well, I’m not sure yet since I haven’t seen it angry, but I may have to ask for hazard pay.”
There was a longer pause, then, “Yeah. I get that. Like father, like son. Well, all I can say is that you are one lucky bitch!”
Then she hung up her phone and looked me in the eyes. “Your mom said to be sure to wash the sheets when we’re through. Come on, show me your room!”
When we got to my room, she quickly shut the door and glanced around. Fortunately, I had cleaned yesterday while I gotten things settled in, and I had made the bed before I left this morning, so, overall, it wasn’t too bad.
Slowly, her arms went around my waist. Because of the height difference, she couldn’t reach my lips, so she just hugged me as she ran her hands over my naked back and then my chest.
“Sit on the bed,” she directed. “I can’t kiss you like this.
Obviously, I did what she said.
She quickly pulled the top of her scrubs over her head and then with a flick of her wrist behind her back, her bra just seemed to melt away. All at once there were two absolutely perfect spheres just magically appearing in front of me. Heather kept her eyes on mine as she watched me drink in the sight of her naked breasts.
Then, smiling like a tiger at mealtime, she placed her hands on my thighs while standing directly in front of me. Of course this caused those perfect orbs to hang down, wobbling enticingly in front of my face.
“Is that as big as it gets,?” she asked, looking down at my cock. She hadn’t touched it yet.
“Well, not quite,” I stammered. “But it sure is getting there!”
“Okay,” she said standing up. “Time for lesson number one!”
I groaned as she stood, taking the marvelous sight from my eyes.
She quickly skimmed out of her scrub bottoms and posed briefly in front of me in a pink thong. Then, turning around, she pushed the thong down slowly, revealing a perfect moon-shaped ass. Then she sat down next to me with eyes that were full of mirth.
“So here’s your first lesson,” she exclaimed. “In order to get that big, fat cock into this tiny little pussy, you first have to get my pussy ready for it.”
I just gulped and nodded. “Okay...”
“And do you know HOW you get it ready?” she asked me, giggling.
“Touch it?” I asked hesitantly, reverting to something like a learning mode in my mind.
“We’ll get to that eventually. But first, you have to start by touching me in at least ten other places,” she instructed. She had definitely engaged her teaching mode. “Starting with your lips or your fingertips, you should kiss and/or touch lightly a minimum of ten of my erogenous zones.”
“Erogenous zones?” I asked.
“Erogenous zones are areas of the body that are particularly sensitive to touch and can induce sexual arousal. They vary from woman to woman,” Heather patiently explained. “On most women they include her neck, her mouth, including her lips and her tongue, her ears, especially the lobes, her feet, especially her toes, behind her knees, her inner thighs, and her buttocks. They also include the sides of her breasts, her armpits, her navel, and her shoulders. And don’t forget her tummy! Especially down near her pussy!
“Then, after at least ten of those, and only after a minimum of ten, can you touch her breasts. It’s always best to use your fingers and then your tongue on her breasts,” she admonished. “And be sure you are very gentle with them. Especially the nipples.”
“Then, and only then, are you allowed to touch her pussy,” she added.
“Where should I start?” I asked her.
She lay back on the bed and spread her arms. “Why don’t you start with my lips. I’m in the mood to be kissed,” she said with the most seductive smile.
“Slowly and softly,” she reminded me as I leaned over her.
I won’t bore you with all the details, but suffice it to say that I licked, nibbled, or touched way more than ten of her erogenous zones that morning. But it was when I got to the part where I was moving down to her pussy that she cried, “STOP!” I had failed to notice that her whole body was shivering.
“What?” I cried. “I was just ready to start on your pussy!”
“I know!,” she exclaimed, breathing heavily. “But before you do, I need to explain some more.”
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