Chapter 4

2nd Saturday

At breakfast, Gloria happened to sit at the same table with Judy again. That wasn’t unusual. She liked her counselor a lot, and being both excited and worried about what might happen with Arden may have nudged her toward sitting with someone she felt comfortable with.

It was for that reason that she happened to be there when the camp director came to the table to talk to Judy.

“I’ve got the shopping list for the supplies we’re running low on,” said the director. “It’s not too bad. There are some things we need for crafts, and we need some saddle soap and some more ping pong balls ... things like that. I think it’s you guys’ turn to make the run, isn’t it?”

Judy smiled up at the director. “Probably,” she agreed. “I’ll find Brad and we’ll get it taken care of during morning free time. Can you cover for us while we’re gone? I’m at crafts, this morning, and I think Brad is helping out at the pool.”

“Already have it covered,” said the director. He thanked Judy, and went back to the table he was eating at.

None of that was odd. Counselors made trips into town to WalMart, or wherever, to pick up needed items, every other day or so. But knowing that Judy and Brad were making the run this morning turned out to be critical for Gloria.

She had been on the verge of talking to Judy about what was happening to her with Arden. She wasn’t going to identify Arden, of course ... she just wanted to talk about the feelings she was having. She knew ... or at least believed ... that she shouldn’t be letting Arden touch her so intimately. The problem was that she loved his touch, and what it did to her. Now, though, Judy would be gone, and Gloria couldn’t talk to her.

Instead, Gloria took what she called a “nature walk”. She ended up doing a nature walk just about every year, where she went off by herself, to think about something that was bothering her. All she did was walk the old trails through the woods.

The camp had been there for years and years. The road that came into it, back when the camp was new, had been bulldozed from one side of the property to the other, providing two entrances. Only one was used, these days. The other had a locked gate across it. But that gate was closer to town by a couple of miles, so counselors usually got the key and went that way when making a run. Gloria knew that too, though she didn’t think about it as she wandered along in the woods.

The first thing that caught her attention was a flash of color, through the vegetation. It was a deep maroon color, and she recognized it immediately as being a car, parked off the road, by a picnic shelter that nobody used any more because it was too far away from the dining hall.

Her first thought was that trespassers were on the property. Then she wondered why anybody would want to trespass clear out here, in the middle of nowhere. Using her woodsman’s skills, she crept forward, to see what was going on. Quite soon she realized she was looking at Judy’s SUV, sitting next to the picnic shelter.

Her next thought was that the car had broken down. She didn’t see either Judy or Brad anywhere. They must have walked back when the car died. Then she realized that this shelter was a good fifty yards off the road. If they had broken down, why wasn’t the car on the road? More than that, the car had been backed into where it was parked.

Her woodsman’s skills forgotten, she walked up to the back of the SUV and looked through the back window.

Judy’s voice, sounding very close in the still air, almost scared Gloria to death.

“You’re going to tease me again, aren’t you!”

Gloria looked around wildly. The voice seemed to have come from the front of the car. Gloria stepped to one side and froze.

In front of the SUV, under the spreading branches of an old oak tree, a blanket had been spread out. Gloria hadn’t been able to see that because the car blocked her view. Judy was lying on that blanket.

She was stark naked.

More than that, Brad was standing over her, also stark naked.

Gloria jerked back behind the car, and then peeked around the edge of it again, immediately, squatting down. She couldn’t believe her eyes.

“I love to tease you,” said Gloria’s male counselor. “You love to be teased.”

“It’s bad enough when we only have ten minutes!” moaned Judy. She had her knees up and spread. Gloria’s wide eyes could see exactly what Brad was seeing, and that was everything! “We’ve got time to make this last, Bradley, but don’t tease me. You know what I want.”

Brad turned, and for the first time in her life, Gloria saw a fully erect penis. She gawked. It was so different than her cousin’s, or Arden’s that she couldn’t take her eyes off it. Both Arden’s and Bobby’s had been wrinkled lumps of flesh, maybe two or three inches long, and maybe twice as big around as her thumb. Brad’s looked huge to her. It stuck out two or three times longer than what Arden’s would, if it weren’t lying on that round sack. It was almost the same thickness the whole length too, instead of being smaller at the tip, like Arden’s was. The tip looked blunt, with a large wedge-shaped knob there, that suddenly sloped inward behind the knob, before swelling back out. Brad’s naked body looked different too. Gloria had seen him in a swim suit, of course, but this was different somehow. He seemed to bulge with muscles, including his butt, where muscles defined their shapes under his skin. The hair around the base of his penis was light blond, like the hair on his head. She couldn’t see his balls yet, because his thigh just barely hid them.

“I still don’t get that,” said Brad, bringing his hand to that scary looking penis. He stroked along it a couple of times. “I know we’ve been having fun for the last couple of years ... but a baby?”

“You never listen to me!” said Judy, closing and then opening her knees, even wider. Her right hand came to her pussy and rubbed there. “Steve and I have been trying for two YEARS! He won’t believe it’s his sperm count that’s the problem, regardless of what the lab reports say. He won’t try invitro fertilization. This isn’t just for fun, any more, Brad. Come on, baby, I need you.”

“I thought you were just teasing me,” said Brad, “I thought you were just trying to get me going.” He got to his knees, his back to Gloria, and got between Judy’s spread thighs, blocking her view of Judy, who she’d been looking at too. It was hard to see, with her lying on her back, but Judy looked just as beautiful naked as she did with clothes on, to Gloria. Her breasts looked bigger, and her nipples were dark brown, like her head hair and the thin strip of obviously trimmed hair that seemed to point from her belly button to her pussy.

Feeling a sort of deja vu, Gloria’s eyes got wider as Brad leaned forward, to rest on his hands, while Judy’s hand came to his hanging prick and nosed it between her pussy lips. Now Gloria had an unobstructed view of Brad’s balls, which hung down, almost, but not quite hiding his penis. With no preamble at all, he pushed, and Gloria watched as that fat, long penis slid into Judy.

The noises they made were startlingly like those Amy and Mike had made, which heightened the sense of de ja vue in Gloria’s shocked mind. Seeing that thick white stalk slide in and out of Judy’s pussy, seeming to do so effortlessly, made Gloria feel weak and faint. Seeing Judy’s hips bounce up off the blanket to receive that impossibly large thing made the teen want to moan. She realized she was squeezing her nipple with one hand, and stopped, afraid she’d make a noise. She knew she should flee. Getting caught spying would ruin everything, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the coupling that was going on, just a few yards away.

Theoretically, what Gloria had heard had been something she had the capability to understand on a rational level. Judy had basically said that she and Brad had been having sex, on a more or less recreational basis, for two years. Now she knew that her husband couldn’t give her a baby, and she wanted one badly enough to have it with Brad. On a cerebral level, Gloria understood that. It hadn’t sunk in, emotionally, though. She just hadn’t had time to process that.

But, when Judy started telling Brad he’d always been her favorite lover, and that she looked forward to camp every year because she knew Brad would do this to her again, and that she wanted him to squirt a baby in her, begging him to make her pregnant, the emotion in her voice flooded Gloria’s emotional centers as well. Her hands went to her breasts again, and then one flashed between her legs, where she needed to feel the pressure. She felt the insane urge to strip off her clothes, and run to the blanket, to beg Brad to make a baby in her too! She knew that was the craziest thing in the entire world, but that was the urge that flooded her.

She didn’t do that, of course. It was unthinkable. Well ... un-doable, anyway. Instead, she watched as he bucked and groaned and those hanging balls flopped under him, until, at one point, he stopped, and his balls seemed to jerk, and tighten.

“Ohhhh yess, baby,” moaned Judy. “Knock me up, lover.”

Everything seemed to stop suddenly, except that Gloria’s hands kept moving. She felt an orgasm so close she could almost taste it. But she knew she couldn’t be quiet if she let it come, and, stifling a groan, she pulled her hands from where they were rubbing and clasped them together. She saw Brad getting up, and saw the long string of white that connected the tip of his prick with Judy’s pussy mouth, which was running with white goo. She had to turn away and sit down, with her eyes closed tight, while she got control of her body.

Gloria didn’t know how long they’d stay there, on the blanket. She knew she had to get away, though, without them seeing her. Her knees were so weak she crawled away from the back of the car, until she got to the trees surrounding the open area, and could pull herself up beside one. She was panting like she’d run a mile. Making sure they couldn’t see her, she leaned her back against a tree until her racing heart slowed, along with her breathing.

Then she carefully crept as far as she could stand creeping, before breaking into a run that took her all the way back to the dining hall without stopping.

Gloria arrived at the dining hall gasping for breath, and sweating freely. Other kids stared at her as she stood, stooped, her hands on her knees as she tried to get her breath.

“What’s wrong?” asked a boy named Rodney, who she knew, but didn’t talk to all that much.

Gloria shook her head, looking down. “Just ... trying ... to get ... in shape,” she panted. She had run with Bobby in the past, and realized she was, in fact, out of shape.

“I don’t know,” said Rodney. “You look in plenty good shape to me.”

Gloria looked up to see Rodney smiling. He was actually flirting with her! He was also looking down the front of her shirt, which had pulled away from her body, heavy with sweat. She stood up.

“Thanks,” she said, having a hard time believing that a boy would flirt with her when she was sweaty and her hair was flying loose. She pulled her hair back, as if she was going to put it in a pony tail, but she didn’t have anything to hold it there. She held it up off the back of her neck, and then realized that Rodney was staring at her chest, which was thrust out by the position of her arms. she dropped her hair, and turned, to walk away.

Her emotions were roiled and troubled even more, for the rest of the morning. At lunch, when she saw Judy sitting at another table, looking and acting completely normal, and Brad sitting at a different table, looking and behaving the same way, she could barely contain her astonishment. How could they possibly look like they had always looked, when she had seen them doing that?

Then she remembered that they’d been doing that for two years, and she hadn’t suspected a thing. She was so caught up in thinking about all this that she didn’t take a bite, until a boy asked her if she was going to eat her chicken fried steak, or if he could have it.

Gloria stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom of her cabin, and almost by habit, dealt with the stray hairs sticking out of her bikini bottom. Lunch had been a daze, and she still felt like she was in it. She’d put on her bikini automatically, and, standing in front of the mirror, she knew she’d meet Arden at the lake. She knew he’d give her another orgasm.

She knew she shouldn’t go.

She knew she would.

His smile, when she saw him coming up the path to the boat house made her knees weak again. She walked with him into the boat house, where he stroked her belly, rubbing the Nivea on her. His hands dipped into her top to almost, but not quite, touch her nipples. She stood there, letting him touch her. When his hands slid up the insides of her thighs, she didn’t go up on tiptoes, and felt the insane urge to squat, instead. Then he fastened her life jacket. He didn’t kiss her there, in the boat house, and she almost kissed him when she realized he wasn’t going to.

She was in the stern, this day, and she steered them straight to the overhanging tree, where they swam naked. She thought of it as “their tree”, now, and of this place as where “they” swam naked. He didn’t say anything as she presented her back to him, once they were in the water, and he unclipped her bra. This time she watched as he stuck his head under water, and lifted her feet herself, to help him get her bottoms off. When he came up, and wiped his hair back, off his face, she did lean forward, to plant her lips on his. Then she took her shoes off. The mud, squishing between her toes, felt warm.

He didn’t hold her up out of the water, like last time. Instead, he went behind her, and reached around to cup her breasts. He squeezed her nipples, and she lay her head back on his shoulder. When his right hand left her right breast, and started to slide down, over her belly, she knew what was coming. He stroked her belly for a while, kissing her neck, and she almost reached to shove his hand between her legs. Then, with agonizing slowness, his hand dropped lower, until his fingertips played with her soggy hair. She wanted to scream at him to go on, but couldn’t. The anticipation of feeling his fingers on her, lower, was making her crazy, and she began to gasp for air. His fingers finally grazed the top of her split, and her feet left the mud as her knees reflexively came up and spread. She groaned as she sank, and his hand slid back up into her pussy hair. His left hand, which had been stroking her left breast, tightened, to take her weight and his right hand left her bush to pull her to him, while his left hand went to the other breast.

Her mouth was open to scream at him for stopping, and then, as suddenly as a snake strikes, his right hand was across her belly and deep between her legs, which were still up and spread wide for him. One of his fingers drove into her pussy, and he pulled with that finger, to take part of her weight in the water.

She babbled then, making sputtering noises as her body jerked in his arms, her arms flopping in the water at her sides. Some dim part of her brain noticed that the feel of his hand between her legs was different than she’d imagined, in those few short seconds while it slid across her belly. She’d touched herself there, but his fingers felt so different.

The finger that was in her went deeper, and she stiffened, but didn’t lift her head from his shoulder. She could feel the sun on her face, and see it through closed eyelids. His left hand pulled her up a little, now just holding her breast, and that delightful finger stroked, in and out, just like Brad’s penis had stroked in and out of Judy.

Gloria finally felt the orgasm she had denied herself, that morning, as she watched her counselors, making a baby. It burst through her like hot sparks.