Chapter 9: Nude Camping

We spent about ten minutes or so, partially unloading the RV, leaving the tents and most of the actual camping supplies inside. Once done, Jessica caught our attention, “Could the four of us go exploring this afternoon? I have a couple of places I want to show Rose, Tom, and Robin.”

“Would you be inviting the three younger Muellers if we allow you to go?” Grandma asked.

“Yes, but I wanted to get your permission to go exploring before we invited them,” Jessica replied with a smirk.

“Go ahead. I would like for us to eat dinner together so try to be back in time for us to do that,” Grandpa replied.

Upon getting permission, Jessica pulled a backpack out of her gym bag and tossed four towels in it. She then handed the backpack for Tom to put on. Once we left her cabin, our first stop was next door. She had us wait for a moment with Rose while she went inside. She soon returned with Sam, Angie, and Sofi. Sam was wearing a backpack and carrying what I considered to be a medium sized cooler. Angie came out with a second backpack which she tossed to me, “You get to take this one Robin.”

“Follow us,” Jessica ordered. She initially took Sam’s hand, then as a second thought, grabbed the handle of the cooler. She and Sam then headed between her and the Mueller’s cabin, towards a pine tree sitting at the edge of the clearing. Rose closely following the couple.

I considered walking with Sofi, but Angie approached me, “Will you walk beside me Robin?”

“Sure,” I replied, noticing that Sofi was talking to Tom.

Even when we were under the trees, the path for the most part was wide enough that two people could walk side by side, like Angie and I did the first part of the path.

About halfway to the clearing we were heading to, there was a section that was a little tricky. I watched how Sam went across that stretch first with the cooler. After setting down the cooler, he then reached back to help Jessica and Rose past that stretch. I was inspired by him so I did the same thing. Once on the other side, Angie decided she wanted to continue holding hands and didn’t let go of mine. Tom had a similar experience with Sofi when they crossed that spot.

After that spot, Jessica and Rose took the lead carrying the cooler between them. I thought that they had a little more wiggle than needed based on the conditions of the trail. Considering that they saw Angie latch on to me and Sofi to Tom, I suspect that Sam was the only target they intend to satisfy.

Ironically, the narrowest spot of the trail was just before we arrived at our destination. Jessica had led us to a clearing about a third the size of the one surrounding the cabins we were spending the night in. The focal point of that clearing, for me at least, was a five-meter-tall waterfall that we had been hearing for the past ten minutes or so. The edge of the clearing was lined with pine trees which created a hedge effect that left only a few openings on three sides of the clearing, with the other one side being the cliff which the waterfall came down.

The waterfall ended in a pond that emptied into a stream that Jessica said ended up in a larger pond near the commons building. Most of the way around the pond was a fairly flat grass field, with only a couple of trees that, once their leaves grew back in a few weeks, would provide some shade.

“Come take a look at this,” Jessica said as she approached a portion of the cliff face that had an overhang.

When I got closer, I noticed that part of the cliff wall under the overhang had been smoothed off. On the smoothed off area, that was about 2.5 meters high and at least three times that wide, were dozens of painted hearts.

While some of the hearts had been filled, most had two or more names painted inside along with a date. While there were some common names like John or Mary, more frequently, especially in the case of the older dates they had what appeared to be nicknames.

Near the center of the wall, there were four hearts arranged to form a four-leaf-clover. Inside each heart was a pair of names, ‘Bear and Aphrodite’, ‘Chestnut and Venus’, ‘Pencil and Gaia’, and ‘Rebel and Passion’. None of these hearts had a date, but next to the stem was March 17, 1970.

I wondered if those names referred to Grandpa and Grandma, Lloyd and Vicky Price, and Vicky’s brother and his wife respectively. I also wondered if I knew or would meet the ‘Rebel and Passion.’

“Let’s see that Mom made for lunch,” Sam called out after we had spent some time checking out the names. “Robin, I will need that backpack you are carrying. Tom, you can put your backpack over here.”

From the backpack I Angie had handed me Sam took out four thin picnic blankets. Tossing one each to Tom and me he laid the two he kept the ground.

“Tom and Robin, you lay down the two picnic blankets on either side of this one,” Sam suggested.

Tom and I followed Sam’s suggestion, leaving several meters between the blanket we lay down and the center one has he did. While we were doing that, Sam then took a couple of packages of cookies and a stack of paper plates from his backpack, placing them on the center blanket. He then set my backpack on the ground next to Tom’s and put the one he had brought next to them.

While he was doing that, Angie and Sofi had opened the cooler. From inside, they took what appeared at first glance to be two loaves of sliced bread. Instead they were stacks of sandwiches. They also took a bag of lettuce and three Rubbermaid containers, one containing tomato slices, one with celery sticks, and the third containing carrot sticks.

Angie and Sofi each took one bag of sandwiches and proceeded to cut them in half before placing them on a couple of the paper plates. When done Angie said, “Dig in. There are four types of sandwiches here, chicken salad, tuna salad, turkey and cheese, as well as ham and cheese.”

I started off with half of each of the four choices. I did add a piece of lettuce to each sandwich, with the two with cheese also getting a slice of tomato. I also added some carrot and celery sticks as well.

Angie then invited me to join her on one of the blankets after we had each grabbed a bottle of water. As we ate, we softly talked. While we have considered each other friends for years, we really hadn’t spent time just casually talking.

Even with several of us getting another (half) sandwich before the end of the meal, there were still a few left over.

Just before we were done eating, Jessica announced, “You four stay here. Sam and I have something private to show Rose this afternoon.”

Then the three of them stood up. Sam picked up the blanket they had been using and folded it up with Jessica’s help. The two of them with Rose started walking up a trail that appeared to led to the top of the waterfall.

Shortly after they left, my conversation with Angie started getting really personal.

“Do your parents allow you to date yet?” She asked.

“We actually have not had that conversation yet. I suspect that they might, since they allowed Jessica to start dating shortly after her fourteenth birthday. What about you?”

“Dad says that he would let Sofi and me to go on dates with certain individuals now. Someone outside of his list of approved individuals I would only be allowed to date until after I am sixteen,”

“So have you gone out on any dates?”

“No, I am waiting for a certain guy to ask me out. He seems more interested in going out with my sister though. My sister on her part, wants to date my guy’s stepbrother.”

“My sister always said that guys can be oblivious to what goes on around them. Have you tried talking to this guy?”

“I have to agree with your sister ... As for the guy I am interested in, I am talking to him now silly,” Angie said with a slight giggle.

Slapping myself on the forehead, I asked, “Duh ... Could we go out say, a week from tomorrow? That is of course, if I am permitted to date, and I get your dad’s approval to date you.”

“Unfortunately, I have a commitment that particular evening,” Angie replied with a blush, which I later would learn was because she was thinking about one of the activities planned for that evening. “Maybe the following week?”

“Sounds good to me. Now, what should we do?”

“Let’s start by making out while we wait for our older siblings and Rose to return.”

We then started awkwardly kissing. At first it seemed like neither of us knew where to put our hands, until Angie took one of my hands and placed it on her bare tit. She in turned grabbed my cock and started stroking it. She didn’t seem to have the awkwardness I expected she might have in stroking me. I wondered how Angie might have gotten her experience for a moment, but I decided I didn’t need to know. I did have a question I wanted to ask her, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes,” she replied before trying to see if she could take all of my cock down her throat. To my surprise, I soon felt her nose in my pubes.

I soon guided her into a sixty-nine. Once we were in position, I started paying attention to her clit and the portion of her lower lips I could reach with my mouth. For this afternoon, I decided to see how long I could give her pleasure, instead of trying for a fast cum, like I had with both Jessica and Rose.

At one point I was drawing circles around her pussy. When I started getting closer to that entrance, Angie lifted her head from my cock, “Please don’t put your fingers or tongue in there. I want for the first time that part of a male’s anatomy enters me there for it to be a, I mean, your cock.”

I then started trying to see if I could get her to cum before I did. I managed to reach my goal, moments before she made me cum. After licking her clean while she did the same for me I moved around so I could look into her eyes. I then surprised her with a French kiss, even knowing that I would once again be tasting my cum.

“So, is what you said while we were having oral sex true?”

“Which part?”

“That you were still a virgin and wanted to have sex with me.”

“Yes, I am a virgin, I don’t have a hymen though, since one of my girlfriends used a dildo to open me up. I do want you to be my first lover.”

“Here? Now?” I asked

“Not here, but soon. I do want it to be more memorable than a spontaneous fuck in a random clearing,” Angie replied.

“If you will pardon my eavesdropping, I think I can help make it memorable,” Jessica said from behind us.

It turned out that Jessica, Sam, and Rose had arrived while I was kissing Angie after our orgasms.

“Sam and Robin, how about the two of you start getting things ready for us to return to the cabins. Get Tom to join you when he and Sofi are done. Remember that we need to make sure all the trash is picked up as well.” Jessica ordered. “Us girls have some plans to make.”

Sam and I then started picking up what little mess we had created. Tom joined us after he had given what I would later learn was Sofi’s second orgasm of the afternoon. Sofi of course, joined the other three girls in their planning.

While picking things up, we didn’t limit ourselves to just the trash we had created in our picnic, but we also took care of some trash we had noticed left over from previous groups.

On the way back, Tom started out helping Sam carry the now partially empty cooler. The four girls came next, with Jessica and Rose pairing off with one of the Mueller twins, but the exact pairing changing often. I brought up the rear with the bag of trash that we had collected. Inside the larger bag was three smaller ones, that could be separated into paper goods, (spoiled) food, and recyclables (plastic bottles and aluminum cans.) About one third the way down the path, Sam and I switched places, with Tom and Sam switching spots with a third of the way to go.

The reason we tried to sell to the girls for the switches was so each of us shared the work more or less evenly. In reality, we did that because all three of us wanted to admire some female posteriors. Based on the smirks I saw as we were trying to sell our story, I suspect that none of the four girls really believed us.

When we got back to the cabins, it was still a couple of hours before the camp dinner, and evening activities were to start. Jessica, when she noticed the time asked, “Anyone feel like playing volleyball?”

We all headed down towards the lake that was near the core of the camp. None of the four adults wanted to play volleyball but had decided to come down to watch us play. Before we left, each of us grabbed a towel, since we planned to stay down there until after the evening activities.

It was odd playing volleyball in the nude on a sand court. The seven of us ended playing another mixed team that had been playing a four against four game when we arrived. I had fun playing even though we lost badly. During the post-game handshakes, we learned that the four women on the team were part of a college volleyball team. The four guys included three boyfriends and a brother of one of the women. While the four guys were not an official team, they were all part of an unofficial ‘practice squad’ for their college comprised of individuals who had played volleyball in high school.

Rose was the only one of us who played in her school volleyball team. They were surprised to learn that Sam, Tom, and Angie were not on any sports team, and that Jessica, Sofi, and I were cheerleaders.

Soon afterwards the dinner bell rang. My family as well as the Muellers headed to a three-story log lodge. The lower floor of that building included the public showers on one end, a dining room with attached kitchen in the center, and a den with a help desk as well as some party rooms on the other end. The two upper floors had hotel-like rooms. During the peak summer months those rooms would typically hold a quarter of the individuals staying at the camp.

Upon entering the dining room, which was decorated for Saint Patrick’s Day, we were requested to allow our badges to be scanned. Mr. Mueller later explained that while everyone who ate dinner in the dinning room had their badges scanned, in many cases that meal was included in their stay.

The food was almost as good as what grandma makes when she is trying to impress somebody. The Shamrock shake was a lot better than the fast food version. I also enjoyed the themed deserts.

About an hour after the dinner bell, Vicky announced scheduled evening activities. Except for the evening campfire, none of the activities seemed interesting to anybody in our group. We left to return to our cabin shortly after we were done eating.

At the cabins we gathered inside of Jessica’s cabin, which although smaller overall, had the largest room. I looked at my grandparents and asked, “Grandpa when this place was a commune, was there a stone cliff that had several hearts with pairs of names on it?”

“Sounds like you have found the ‘Love Wall’ as we called it back when Blanche and I lived here, while this was a commune.”

“That name was spray painted on that cliff.” Tom continued.

“What shape is it in?”

“There are currently about fifty hearts with names on them. There are many smaller hearts with just a date inside. There also are some hearts that appear like they used to have names, but have since been filled in.” Jessica added.

“The most amazing thing is that there appears to have been respect for those who came before them – with a possible exception of those filled in hearts,” Sam continued.

“Do you remember how it started Grandpa?” I asked. As an afterthought I added, “Based on the earliest date I saw, it was forty one years ago today.”

The ‘Love Wall’ as we called it was started by four couples. There used to be a ‘love tree’ in that clearing the seven of you went to this afternoon. That tree died after being struck by lighting. I don’t remember why we did it, but we all used our Hippie names.”

“Who were the four couples?” Sam asked.

“One couple was your Mueller grandparents, Sam. Frank and Denise Mueller, who we called Rebel and Passion. Lloyd and Vicky Price put their names on the wall as Chestnut and Venus. Justin and Leann Smith used Pencil and Gaia when they placed their name on the wall. Finally, Blanche and I used Bear and Aphrodite.” Grandpa replied.