A Summer at Labrador Pond
Copyright© 2026 by WittyUserName
Chapter 7: Clear Skies
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 7: Clear Skies - Winning a contest leads to finding adventure, friendship, and romance.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction
“We’re free!” Marcus declared, throwing the backdoor open and stepping out into the Thursday morning sun.
Sofia followed him outside. “Oh, it’s so nice out.”
“I can breathe again,” Owen grinned, taking a deep breath of the outside air.
“You were breathing all day yesterday,” Mei told him.
“Don’t use logic on me,” Owen laughed lightly. “We have a nature scavenger hunt to complete.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” Amelia asked, a smile on her face as she held a picnic basket.
The dark gray clouds had vanished overnight, replaced by a brilliant blue sky that reflected across the pond. Raindrops still clung to leaves and pine needles, sparkling in the sunlight. The air smelled clean and earthy, the breeze carrying the scent of damp soil and evergreen.
Leaving the house, the group of six took a short walk through the trees. They eventually found a small clearing not far from the home that they hadn’t noticed before. It was a nice, isolated location, and they took a few minutes to enjoy the view. Amelia took Carl’s hand and squeezed it three times as she smiled at him.
Marcus stretched both arms toward the sky and inhaled dramatically. “This place is amazing.”
“It really is,” Amelia agreed happily while Owen snapped a few pictures. “We’ve been here a few days and didn’t even know this clearing was so close.”
“I’m so happy to be outside again,” Marcus added.
Sofia adjusted the straps on her backpack. “We spent one day inside.”
“It was the longest week of my life,” Owen declared.
“I guess the rain couldn’t dampen your spirits,” Mei smiled, making Owen sigh heavily.
It wasn’t long before they reached the welcome pavilion. Dozens of students milled about, backpacks slung over their shoulders and water bottles clipped to straps. People dressed in boots and shorts; anything that would be easy to hike while wearing. Everyone was excited after being confined inside for an entire day.
Thomas Greene stood on the small stage with several staff members beside him. There was a table nearby that had a stack of folded trail maps on it.
“Good morning, everyone!” Thomas called. “I hope the rain didn’t spoil your week. I’m happy to report Labrador Pond has decided to cooperate today.”
Several students applauded.
“I know many of you were disappointed we had to postpone yesterdays outdoor activities, but that just mean’s today’s adventure will be even better,” Thomas declared. “Today is the nature scavenger hunt. You’ll each receive a trail map highlighting several locations around Labrador Pond. At each stop you’ll complete one or more activities to earn passport stamps. There are a total of twelve possible stamps available today.”
Thomas looked out over the assembled students and smiled. “You’ll stay with the same group you’ve been living with all week.”
The six friends exchanged smiles.
“We strongly suggest you pack a lunch since you’ll probably be out for most of the day,” Thomas explained. “Remember, this isn’t a race. And on that note, please, have fun! Take pictures, help each other.”
The trail led the Boston University group beneath a canopy of towering pines. Sunlight filtered through the branches, illuminating tiny droplets of water. They unfolded their maps, with Marcus and Owen spinning several times in their attempt to figure out which way was which.
Carl walked beside Amelia, occasionally bumping his shoulder against hers as they explored the uneven trail. Every now and then their hands brushed together, their fingers briefly intertwining. Carl couldn’t stop smiling, still unable to believe he wasn’t dreaming.
About twenty minutes later, the trail opened into a meadow blanketed with wildflowers. They looked across the colorful meadow as they reached the location of the first challenge on their scavenger hunt. Marcus pulled a laminated field guide from his backpack while Carl helped Amelia pick the perfect leaf to keep.
Amelia crouched beside a cluster of bright purple blossoms. “New England Aster. Blooms later in summer and attracts butterflies.”
“I love how excited you get about this stuff,” Carl commented as he crouched down beside her.
The romantic moment was ruined by Owen snapping a picture of the two of them by the flowers. “That’s one! Four more flowers to go.”
Smiling, Amelia stood and offered Carl her hand. “Come on, astronomy boy.”
With five flowers successfully identified, the group earned their first passport stamp of the day. Mei was quite pleased that they were ahead of schedule, even showing everyone the schedule she had made. It was color-coded and she was very proud of it. Owen was more interested in snapping a candid photo just as Amelia whispered into Carl’s ear.
“What was that?” Owen asked.
Amelia smiled innocently. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“I really would,” Owen confirmed.
“Too bad, so sad,” Amelia stuck out her tongue and laughed.
The next challenge was to cross a stream and locate a marker. Rounding a bend, the group found a narrow stream weaving its way through the forest. Marcus eagerly went first, easily jumping from rock to rock as he made his way across. Carl followed Amelia, impressed with how confidently she stepped across the stones.
Mei stared at the stones with suspicion. “I don’t trust those.”
“They’re rocks!” Marcus called from across the stream. “They’ve never done anything to you.”
“That’s exactly what they want me to think,” Mei argued.
Owen smiled. “I’ll go with you.”
“You volunteering?” Mei arched an eyebrow.
“Sure.”
“If I fall...” Mei trailed off.
“I’ll help,” Owen promised.
Mei nodded once. “Okay.”
The stream was barely knee-high in the middle, but the moss-covered rocks were slick from the previous day’s rain. Owen and Mei were almost all the way across when Mei turned to him and smiled widely. He gave her a thumbs up before she turned and took the next step. That was when her foot slipped.
Owen reached out, catching her wrist before she could completely lose her balance. His other hand settled around Mei’s waist, steadying her against him. For a heartbeat, neither of them moved as the stream continued babbling against the stones and a breeze stirred overhead.
“You okay?” Owen asked quietly.
“ ... yeah,” Mei whispered, color rushing to her cheeks. “Thanks.”
“Anytime.”
Neither of them seemed in a hurry to move.
“Is this where I make a bad pun about falling for you?” Mei asked lightly.
“It is what you do,” Owen chuckled. “That and schedule every second of your life.”
“Maybe spontaneity isn’t so bad.”
“And maybe your jokes aren’t quite as bad as I’ve said,” Owen smiled.
Sofia cleared her throat loudly. “So, should I start playing romantic music, or...?”
Mei stood up and jumped to shore, grabbing a pine cone and tossing it across the stream. Sofia had plenty of time to dodge as everyone laughed. Brushing some imaginary dirt from her shorts, Mei let out a breath before fixing her ponytail. Her face was still slightly pink.
The rest of the morning passed in a blur of sunshine, laughter, and colorful passport stamps. Marcus was the one to spot the grazing deer with his binoculars, while Carl found the painted turtles sunbathing on an old log. Owen stopped every few minutes to take another picture, while Mei put her schedule away and decided to enjoy the day.
They had finished exactly half of the scavenger hunt when they decided to break for lunch. Picking a nice meadow, Amelia placed a tablecloth on the grass and started unpacking the picnic basket. Mei sighed with relief as she shrugged Bernadette the backpack from her tired shoulders.
Carl settled beside Amelia right away, and she leaned against his shoulder while unpacking her lunch. She had a turkey sandwich with apple slices and trail mix. That was similar to everyone else’s lunch, since there was only so much that could be done out in the wilderness.
Owen scrolled through pictures on his camera, showing Mei a few of the shots he’d gotten. She made a couple of bad puns and an impressive dad joke, which actually made him laugh. Sofia caught Carl’s eyes and glanced at Mei and Owen before waggling her eyebrows suggestively.
The scavenger hunt resumed at a slower pace than the morning. Some of the urgency had faded between all the hiking and lunch. Instead they simply enjoyed the walk, stopping whenever something caught their attention. A blue dragonfly landed on Amelia’s shoulder, refusing to leave. Carl commented that the bug had excellent taste.
Another challenge was to identify three different kinds of rocks along the shore. Marcus went with “rock,” “slightly different rock,” and “deluxe rock.” Mei immediately said that didn’t count, insisting they complete the challenge the correct way.
They met plenty of other students during the scavenger hunt, some they knew from before. Dylan briefly spoke with Sofia before returning to his group, both of them seemingly over their brief hookup. They also met the people from The University from Vermont, and Ben from the University of New Hampshire.
Not long after that they reached a massive fallen pine tree. Owen climbed onto it with surprising ease, taking a picture before offering Mei a hand. Since he was nearly a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier, Owen had no difficulty helping the petite girl up onto the tree.
“It’s tree-mendous!” Mei gasped.
Marcus groaned loudly. “No.”
“I kind of liked it,” Owen chuckled, causing Mei to grin widely.
“Hey Owen, why is camping sex such a workout?” Mei asked.
“I don’t know, why?” Owen smirked.
“It’s fucking in-tents!”
As the afternoon wore on, the conversations drifted from one topic to another. They discussed favorite movies, embarrassing stories, childhood pets. Carl spent more time talking than he had in the entire last month of high school. At one point he told a story about locking himself out of the house while stargazing in the backyard. His father had caught Carl sleeping on the deck at four in the morning.
The final challenge of the scavenger hunt didn’t require them to find anything. They simply had to sit quietly on a rocky overlook. The six friends stood together as they looked over the pond and took in the sounds of nature. Carl felt Amelia’s shoulder against his as she took his hand. It wasn’t about collecting stamps; it was about experiencing everything the area had to offer.
They returned to the house to relax for a little while before the big cookout. Amelia and Carl sat together in the swing chair outside, whispering quietly to each other as they looked out over the lake. Marcus took a nap in the hammock, and Sofia read a book outside while Mei and Owen went through some of his pictures.
It had been a long day, so everyone decided to take turns showering. Sofia managed to grab the big bathroom first, with Marcus yelling through the door for her not to use all the hot water. When Amelia’s turn arrived, Sofia found Carl in the enclosed back porch and sat down beside him.
“I finally got you alone,” Sofia smiled.
“Should I be worried?” Carl asked jokingly.
“I can’t believe how much you’ve come out of your shell in just a few days,” she observed happily. “I love it!”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Sofia replied. “Now, remember that I’m your wingwoman. So, first I’d like to congratulate you on your relationship with Amelia. Seriously, it’s fucking awesome!”
“Thanks,” Carl couldn’t keep the smile off his face.
“You have no idea; I might be happier than you are about this,” she grinned.
“I don’t think that’s possible,” he stated sincerely.
“Hm, perhaps,” Sofia mused. “Now, do we need to talk about what happens when a man and a woman really love each other?”
“We, um, Amelia and I, we didn’t...”
“No, but something happened, right?” she probed gently. “We aren’t dumb, you know. We all noticed you two slipped away last night.”
“Something happened, yeah,” Carl admitted, remembering he had to be mature enough to talk about it. “O-oral sex.”
“On you or her? Or both?” Sofia questioned.
“On me,” he let out a breath. “I hope I’m not breaking her trust by telling you this.”
“Girlfriends have no secrets, don’t worry about it,” she waved him off. “Did you finger her?”
“Is she your friend or are we girlfriends?” Carl frowned. “And no.”
“Either. Both. Whatever,” Sofia shrugged. “Touch her tits?”
“Yeah,” he blushed and grinned. “She wants to, you know, do everything ... Friday night.”
“Okay, we have some time,” she nodded. “First of all, a real man returns the favor. So, let’s talk about how to eat pussy.” Sofia pointed a finger at him. “I’d better not find out you’re getting your dick sucked without rocking her world, too.”
“Uh...”
Sofia pulled out her phone and kept talking. “Do you know about the clitoris?”
“Touching it makes you feel good?” Carl offered.
“I guess that about sums it up,” she scoffed as she showed Carl her phone. “Every pussy is unique, but let’s look at this one.”
“There’s a vagina on your phone,” he stated stupidly.
“Actually, that’s a vulva,” Sofia corrected. “The vagina is the tunnel inside. The labia are the lips. The entire thing is called the vulva.”
“I knew that,” Carl nodded.
“And here,” she pointed, “is the clitoris. The clitoral hood does hide it a bit, but it really isn’t hard to find. I don’t know why so many guys struggle.”
“So, I um, lick that?” he asked, his face bright red.
Carl knew he probably would have passed out if this conversation had happened a few days ago.
“Yes, but you don’t need to start there,” Sofia explained. “We girls like a buildup, and sometimes teasing us is good. Make us desperate for you to finally put your tongue there. The important thing about sex is that it’s a form of communication.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you aren’t just following a script or pushing buttons,” she said. “It’s about reading your partner’s nonverbal cues. Well, and verbal ones. The greatest sex glitch of all time is when a girl says ‘don’t stop, I’m gonna cum,’ and causes the guy to pop off.”
“This is overwhelming,” Carl swallowed weakly.
“You’ve got this, you’re a good guy. Caring about her pleasure is the most important first step,” Sofia smiled. “Some tips? Trim your nails, the skin in there is sensitive, so don’t scratch her. Then just do what comes natural and listen to her moans. She’ll direct you without even realizing it. If she’s breathing faster, if she’s shuddering; you’re doing the right thing. So...?”
“Keep doing it?”
“Smart boy,” she nodded. “That should be enough to get you through today. We’ll cover intercourse tomorrow. Sound like a plan?”
“O-okay,” Carl let out a breath.
Sofia smiled and kissed his cheek. “One final note: if it doesn’t look and sound like a demon is being exorcised from her body, you’re doing it wrong.”
Students from the fifteen participating colleges all gathered at the pavilion for a barbecue. Carl was surprised that people recognized him, even waved to him while passing. The group of six from Boston University loaded their plates and found an open section near the middle of one of the long picnic tables.
The conversations flowed easily while everyone ate; starting with Marcus being teased about his overflowing plate of food. Two women from the University of Vermont asked to join the group, sitting on either side of Marcus. They had spoken before, and the girls seemed eager to continue flirting with the big guy.
As dinner wound down, Thomas stepped onto the small wooden stage and waited patiently for the conversations to die out. “I just wanted to thank everyone again for making this week so special. I’ve seen new friendships form, old fears overcome, and a ton of laughter.”
Thomas paused before continuing. “I know tomorrow is our final full day. Don’t spend it thinking about Saturday. Spend it making more memories, because I promise, years from now you won’t remember every activity. You’ll remember the people you shared them with.”
Carl glanced toward Amelia. She was already looking at him. Neither of them said anything.
Thomas smiled warmly. “Enjoy the rest of your evening.”
By the time the six of them returned to their house, twilight had settled over Labrador Pond. The sky had transformed into a breathtaking display of deep oranges and soft purples. Crickets had begun their evening sounds, while a loon called from somewhere across the lake.
In the backyard was the circular stone fire pit surrounded by chairs that overlooked the pond. Beneath a small shelter sat a neatly stacked pile of split firewood. Marcus grinned widely as he led the other five over to the firepit as the darkness continued its descent.
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.