Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

Kelly squinted up at the blue sky while whipping his long hair back and forth with flicks of his head, a feeling he never tired of. Knowing he was stalling, he shoved his hands deep inside his jeans pockets and moseyed over to where Chrissy was chatting with a young girl and her mother. Standing with his chin pressed to his chest and jabbing the toe of his sneaker into the ground, he waited.

After directing the girl to her assigned bungalow, Chrissy turned to Kelly. "Everything all right?"

"Did my mom leave a number where she can be reached?"

Chissy flipped through her pad and then stamped her foot. "Shit! I was supposed to get that. She was in such a hurry that— Can you give me your home number?"

"She won't be home. She's going on a trip with, um ... She won't be home."

"How about her cell?"

"She gave that up. Too expensive."

"No need to worry. I don't recall ever having to call a parent. Well, except that one time when the bears attacked the camp and killed—"

Chrissy burst into a gut-wrenching laugh, doubling over and holding her side.

When her laughter subsided she picked up the dropped clipboard and said, "I'm kidding. I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist. You should've seen your face." She laughed again, then asked, "Is this your first time away from home?"

"Yeah."

"How old are you?"

"Fourteen."

"Don't worry. This is the first time for a lot of the girls your age. Many of the older girls have been here before. I used to be a camper here."

"But..."

Kelly stared at Chrissy's face expecting her to have the answer. Accustomed to grown-ups telling him what to do, he waited, and waited. His mother could not be contacted and if they learned he was a boy he wouldn't be allowed to stay. Where would he go?

"How old are the older girls?" Kelly asked.

"Up to sixteen. Don't worry, everyone will be like a sister to you here." She looked at a mother and daughter standing nearby. The mother's arms were crossed. "Sorry, gotta get back to work. See ya later."

Chrissy turned to the pair. "My name's Chrissy. Welcome to Tall Pines. I'm sure you're going to have fun here. What's the name?"

Kelly walked away with slumped shoulders, kicking gravel with each step.

"Kelly!" Chrissy yelled.

He spun around with hope.

"You better unpack. Things get hectic around here real fast." She turned back to the new arrivals.

Kelly sighed and turned. He lowered his head, shoved his hands into his pockets, and dragged his feet as he walked back to Bungalow 4. He climbed the two wooden steps and stopped in the doorway. Six girls were unpacking and chatting. Someone shoved him from behind causing him to stumble into the room. He turned to see a dark-haired older girl scan the room. She headed for an empty cot.

Someone else bumped into him so Kelly went to his bed. He stood there not knowing what to do. The room was filled with girls. Kelly felt uncomfortable around boys, but it was worse with girls. The walls closed in on him. He couldn't breathe. He covered his face and plopped down on the bed with his elbows digging into his thighs. No longer capable of holding it back, he sobbed.

A hand touched his shoulder. Kelly flinched. His hands slid off his face as he looked up at the girl he had met a short while before. Tara sat down next to him and draped an arm over his shoulders, pulling him against her, against her firm breast.

"What's the matter?" she asked. "Are you a virgin?"

"What!"

"A camp virgin. Is this your first time here ... at Tall Pines?"

"Uh, yeah."

"First time away from home?"

"Yeah." Kelly sniffled, swiping the back of his hand under his nose.

"It'll be all right. I know you're scared. I was my first time. But don't worry, it'll be okay. I'm right next to you." She pointed at her bed with her foot. "We'll be friends, okay?"

Kelly stared at her face. Always the target of teasing, he was skeptical. But the girl seemed sincere so he smiled.

"Thanks. I wasn't really crying. I—"

Tara patted his shoulder. "A girl needs a good cry now and then. Not like stupid boys."

Kelly forced a smile.

Tara stood up. "You better unpack."

Kelly stuffed his clothes into the chest drawers. What other choice did he have?

"You better put on shorts," Tara said.

Kelly turned to say something, but froze with his mouth gaping.

With her back to him, Tara continued, "The sun is strong up here so it gets warm during the day. High altitude, thin air, something like that. All I know is that it's hot during the day and cold at night."

The sixteen-year-old girl was bent over, pushing her jeans down. Her dark green panties stretched across her round ass, the elastic digging into the pale flesh. An inch of her crack showed above the waistband, and her puffy pussy bulged between her parted thighs. She stepped into a pair of shorts and slid them up her legs, wiggling as she tugged them over her butt.

Shit, I didn't think about that! Kelly thought. What the fuck am I going to do?

While adjusting her shorts, Tara looked over her shoulder. "Well, aren't you gonna change?"

"I like jeans."

"Suit yourself, but you'll be sorry." Her gaze shifted past Kelly and she waved. "Hey, Steph." Tara ran to a girl her age who had entered the bungalow.

Kelly finished unpacking a moment before Chrissy appeared, shushing the girls. She had each girl stand in front of their bed and introduce themselves. Kelly's eyes darted from girl to girl expecting one to ask why a boy was there. None did.

The rest of the day was a blur. They marched around the camp to get familiar with the grounds and were told the rules. Before Kelly knew it, they were in the dining room eating dinner. He relaxed. He was having a good time. It was the first time he fit in. No one picked on him. No one teased him.

After dinner, the girls changed into warmer clothing and sat around campfires roasting marshmallows and telling ghost stories. All had a good time, including Kelly. He was disappointed when the counselors told them it was bedtime.

Kelly sat at the foot of his bed watching the flurry of activity inside the bungalow. Girls scuttled around, giggling and chatting. A few had to finish unpacking. Many of the younger girls yawned, and some seemed as lost as Kelly. But none had Kelly's problem. One girl after another peeled off clothing and paraded around the bungalow in bra and panties, the younger ones only in panties.

Tara returned to the bed next to Kelly's wearing jeans and a lacy bra. She smiled. Did she catch him staring at her chest?

"Aren't you going to wash up?" she asked. "They have towels and soap and stuff in there." She thrust a thumb over her shoulder. "You have your own toothbrush and toothpaste, don't ya?"

"Uh, yeah. My mom packed them."

Tara wiggled out of her skin-tight jeans, dragging her green panties down with them. Kelly had an eye-level view of most of her naked butt. After she yanked the panties up, he pushed off the bed and strolled to the bathroom.

The sound of the shower caused him to look to his left. His breath caught. One girl with nice tits and a flat belly vigorously rubbed a soapy hand between her legs. He stared at her naked body, slinky wet and dotted with soap suds, and at her nipples standing out from cone-shaped breasts.

The other girl was younger, Kelly's age, skinny with a boyish figure. As she rinsed the shampoo from her hair with her head tilted back, her soon-to-be breasts were thrust out, two little puffy points. Kelly's eyes dropped to her pussy. The newly sprouted hair had no chance of concealing her slit.

Another girl shoved by him, snapping him out of his stupor. He glanced down to make sure his erection wasn't obvious.

Kelly stepped up to an available sink. He placed his toothbrush and toothpaste on the shelf and sandwiched the shorts he had brought between his knees. While soaping his hands, his eyes were riveted on the mirror, at the reflection of the two girls showering. Only when they toweled off and left did he wash up. Then he rushed into an unoccupied stall, locked the door, yanked his pants and briefs down, and sat on the toilet. It took only a few strokes before he sprayed his sperm into the bowl.

Kelly remained bent over breathing hard with a forearm on his thigh. The door in the next stall slammed shut. He held his breath and leaned forward a little more. He saw a foot with a pair of blue panties around the ankle. When he heard the tinkle of urine splashing into water he jerked off again.

When the girl in the next stall left, he removed his jeans and put the shorts on. He returned to his bed with his old clothes tucked under his arm. Tara sat on the side of her bed in a long tee-shirt. Her legs were parted, and when Kelly sat on his bed he got a glimpse of her panties before his eyes darted to her face. She was staring at him.

"You're a shy one, aren't you?" she said.

"Huh?"

She smiled. "That's okay."

She swung her legs onto her bed, first the right one and then the left. Kelly's eyes were drawn to the crotch of her panties when her legs spread. He again noticed Tara smiling at him as she covered herself with the blanket.