Chapter 5

3rd Tuesday

Tuesday afternoon, just four short days before they would get up and get on the bus, and leave camp for another year, Gloria walked toward the boat house. She knew she was crazy to do this ... to meet him here. She'd come to camp a complete virgin, at least physically. She'd come to camp thinking her best camp friend, Amy, was a slut, even if she was a nice slut, and Gloria's best friend. Each time she had met Arden at the boat house, she had become more and more like Amy. With each step she let him take, she knew she was getting closer and closer to something she wasn't ready for, shouldn't do, and that would more than likely end up very badly for her.

She looked down, to see her tennis shoes moving forward, one step at a time. Her nipples were already tingling, and she could almost feel his hot breath ... down there.

He was waiting for her, and she felt almost weak with relief that he was there. Part of her had hoped he'd had to do something else today. But the part of her that made her keep walking couldn't wait to see him.

"Hi," he said, with that beautiful, slightly crooked smile. She looked around, and when she didn't see anybody nearby, she pushed him into the boathouse.

He was reliable. She had to give him that. First came the firm, slippery fingers, as he coated her body with Nivea. When his hands dipped into her top, to slide over her breasts, she didn't say a word. He didn't rub Nivea into her pussy, but when his hands came up to the top of her legs, they pushed firmly into the crotch of her bottoms. He teased her by moving them just inside her bottoms, but then stopped to put on her life jacket.

He was in the stern today, and this time it was him who steered them straight to their tree. She jumped into the water immediately, but waited for him to make her naked. When he had, she watched as he bent, and his hand came up with his shorts, to drop them in the canoe.

He kissed her, pressing against her, and letting his hard manhood slide between her legs, right next to her pussy lips. She didn't care. Without a word, he put her left hand up on the gunwale of the canoe, and made her grab it. He did the same thing with her right hand, and came to bend and pull at her thighs. She thought the canoe would tip over, but it stabilized at a tilt, as he put his hands on her buttocks and lifted her hips level with the surface of the water. He put her left leg on his right shoulder, and she knew to do the same with her right leg.

As her legs held her loins at the surface of the water, his hands were able to reach over her legs, to part her luxurious growth, and he stared at her pussy, pulling the lips apart. Gloria realized her lower lip was caught between her teeth as he leaned closer. He looked up, into her eyes, and stuck his tongue out, making it wiggle.

Again, she wanted to scream at him, but she bit her lip harder, so the pain would keep her consciousness here. She wanted to feel this, this time, instead of being overwhelmed.

Before, he had been wild, forceful, his face pushing between her legs hard. This time he was completely different, licking her pussy lips first, and wagging his tongue with it inside her. Her legs tightened behind him, her ankles crossed. Finally, his tongue came up to caress her bud.

"Uhhhhhhh" she moaned. She wanted to shout her joy, but she remembered how Amy's voice had carried, across the water. The last thing she wanted now was a counselor, or anybody else, for that matter, to investigate her moans. She wished she'd brought something to stuff in her mouth.

She sensed her orgasm building. It didn't flash over her, like the other ones, and she had time to enjoy the buildup as he licked faster and faster, only touching her clit with his tongue. Her groans came more frequently, as he brought her closer and closer. She felt helpless, because she wanted it to happen, but she couldn't make it happen. Only he could give her relief, and the words "Oh please" burst from her lips.

He looked up, and she could see, around his blue eyes, that he was smiling. Then he closed his lips around her clit and sucked, nibbling it, and the stars were back as she gasped. It was so strong, that one hand came loose from the canoe, and he had to move his hands to her back, to keep her face from going under as her other hand lost its grip when the canoe tipped. She felt like she was floating through the universe, rather than floating on the surface of the lake, and she wished it would never stop.

She suddenly realized he had stopped, and was holding her in his arms like a baby. She opened her eyes, and his blue ones were staring at her face.

"I love it when you do that," he said.

She wanted to laugh. She hadn't done ANYTHING! She had just lay there, while HE did amazing, wonderful things to her. The energy her laughter gave her mobilized her and she sat, telling him without words to let her go. Then she pushed him back in the water. He floated easily, with her left hand in the middle of his back. His prick stuck up out of the water, leaning, like it was broken at the bottom. It pointed toward his face. Her right hand was free, and she used it, watching closely as the skin slid under her hand. She couldn't understand how the skin around something so hard could be so flexible. A collar of skin covered the tip when her hand was up, and bared it, like Brad's had been bare when her hand moved down.

Arden put his arms out, like he was lying in a huge bed, and closed his eyes as she stroked faster. She saw something white bubble out of the tip, and moved her hand even faster, knowing that he needed speed to spurt. She had learned that yesterday, when, kneeling in front of him, he'd asked her to speed up.

"Uh!" came his grunt, and his stomach muscles rippled. A long, thick stream of white burst out of the tip. She was moving her hand so fast now that his prick wobbled back and forth, and the long stream landed on her shoulder, instead of going straight up. Another followed, going into the water beside him, and then another, just like yesterday, when she'd thought it would never end. She felt the heat of it on her shoulder, and was amazed that something so hot could come from inside him. '

The spurts died down, and became oozing globs. She squeezed and pulled, and was delighted to see a larger glob bubble out. SHE had done this! SHE had made this beautiful thing in her hand speak to her in the only language it knew. She felt inordinately proud that she could do for him, what he had done for her.

When he stood, he looked at her, again with that slightly crooked smile on his face. His hand went to her shoulder and she felt his fingertip there, smearing his seed. He pulled it back, and a big glob was on his fingertip.

She saw that fingertip coming toward her lips. She knew about tasting. Amy had told her. She'd been horrified, at the time, thinking that was so disgusting that it would surely make her throw up, even though Amy swore it wasn't bad. She couldn't believe it when her mouth opened.

Such power he had over her, she realized.

She suddenly thought about Judy, in the dark, taking a finger from her panties and putting it in her mouth. She felt his fingertip on her tongue, wiping, spreading, and closed her lips on his finger, like Judy had done to her own finger. When he pulled it out of her mouth it was clean. Her mind was screaming at her again, telling her to spit instantly, but she tasted instead, to find musk, salt, the barest hint of sweet. She swallowed.

She did not throw up.

That night, Gloria planned carefully. Playing at war, and sneaking around, had given her an idea. As the girls trickled into the cabin, Gloria lay down fully dressed. She waited until Judy came in and started her nightly routine of trying to get the girls to go straight to bed. Then she got up and went to her counselor.

"Judy? I have an upset stomach. Can I go see if the nurse has anything that will settle it?"

Judy, as Gloria knew she probably would, simply said "Sure."

Gloria went outside, taking her bath towel, which was dark brown. She put it over her shoulders, like a shawl, as if she was afraid it would be cool out. She didn't go to the director's cabin, where the director had one room, and the nurse had another. Instead, she looked around for a place she could hide. She found a spot and lay down behind a tree. Then, she waited. She was only there for five minutes, when she saw the door of the cabin open, and Judy came out, dressed in her sleep shirt. She had her flashlight with her, this time, but she didn't turn it on. She didn't walk around the cabin either. She strode off directly toward the boys' cabins, on the other side of the open area that separated the boys' cabins from the girls'.

Carefully, wrapping the dark towel around her, Gloria followed her counselor. She saw her go to the third cabin in line, and around to the back of the building. For Gloria to follow, she'd have to go out in the open, and between the same two cabins Judy had gone between. If Judy came back, she'd get caught for sure. Instead, she took a chance and went to the second cabin, slipping between it and the first. She ducked down, with the towel over her head, and snuck along the edge of the building. She could hear the murmur of boys' voices through the cabin wall, and wondered if Arden was in that cabin.

When she got to the back corner of the cabin, she peeked around, making sure the towel covered her head. She saw the white of Judy's sleep shirt first, and then Judy's form, leaning up against the building. A yard light on the side of the dining hall provided just enough back light so make Judy into a silhouette.

Someone else came around the corner of the building, and Gloria knew from his shape that it was Brad. She heard some whispered words, but couldn't understand what was said. Then, Brad lifted Judy's sleep shirt, and his face went to Judy's chest. Judy's hands went to Brad's head. Then they kissed for a while, and it seemed that their hands moved, but Gloria couldn't see what they were doing.

She was able, however, to see the dark silhouette of Brad's stiff penis, when he pulled away. Judy went to her knees, and her face merged with that stiff thing. Gloria almost gasped, when she realized that Judy had his penis in her mouth. That Amy did this, she was used to. But to see Judy do it too ... it just blew her away.

She didn't do it all that long, but Brad stroked her hair while she did. When she stood up, Brad moved toward her, holding that stiff dark thing. He jutted his hips forward, and bent his knees, moving closer to Judy the whole time. He seemed to fumble, as he obviously made it touch Judy, about where her pussy would be. Suddenly he stood up, and Gloria saw Judy's whole body rise just a little. She also heard Judy's moan, before it was cut off by Brad's mouth covering hers.

Gloria realized, with a start, that they were doing it standing up! She'd never heard of that. But that was what they were doing. He'd pushed up inside her, and had her pinned to the wall. Now she could see him bending his knees, and then straightening them, over and over again. She envisioned his thick white column plugging Judy's pussy. Like a bombshell, Gloria realized that Judy had probably never actually done a walkabout. All this time she'd been sneaking out to get fucked by her lover. Every night, she went out and met him, and let him spurt her full of sperm! And it had been going on for YEARS!

Gloria pulled back. She didn't know how long they'd be, but now was her chance to get away without being seen. She ran, still holding the dark towel over her head and shoulders. She went straight back to her cabin, and was in bed when Judy came back in. Judy covered her flashlight with her hand, like she had before, and came to Gloria's bed.

"You get something for your stomach?" she whispered.

She was so close that Gloria could smell the same thing she'd smelled ... and tasted ... that afternoon. The odor was strong. Gloria remembered seeing sperm welling out of Judy's pussy, as she lay on the blanket. If he'd squirted in her, it might be running out of her right now!

"I'm OK," Gloria managed. "It's better, I mean."

"OK, sweetie," said her second most favorite woman in the world. "Night night."

It had been a rough night for Gloria. Her world had been changed, in very significant ways. Nothing seemed normal any more, as she lay in her bed ... the same bed she had lain in on several occasions in past years. The cabins were the same. The dining hall was the same. The same trees were there, and the trails through them. The food was the same, and she had made friendship bracelets before.

In spite of all these things, though, she felt like it was a whole new place. It would be difficult to say that the majority of that hinged on what she'd seen Judy and Brad doing. They looked and acted the same too, but now, she saw them as sexual beings. She saw herself as a sexual being too, which was the other possibility for the majority of her difficulties. Those two changes made everything else seem new and strange too.

3rd Wednesday

What drove Gloria to the boathouse on Wednesday, was something she'd never felt before. She knew that some of the kids, who had boyfriends or girlfriends, got more and more frantic as camp began to draw to a close. Perhaps because she'd never had a "boyfriend", she couldn't think of Arden as her "boyfriend". But she knew that she only had three days left to be with him, and she couldn't stand the thought of wasting one of those afternoons doing something else. Afternoons were for Arden.

Again, he was waiting for her. He had the same smile, the same gorgeous blue eyes, and she expected everything to be the same. She handed him her bottle of Nivea automatically, but this time, he didn't take it.

"Later," he said. He didn't tease her, or stroke her either. All he did was put her life jacket on her, and hand her a paddle. She felt like the world had gotten cloudy, or something. This was wrong. It wasn't supposed to be like this!

He also got in the stern, even though it was, by the unofficial pattern they'd set up, her turn. She wanted to ask him what was going on, but when he steered them toward their tree, she relaxed a bit.

When they got to the tree, he jumped out, and she followed. She turned her back to him, but he said "Not yet." She turned, her mouth open, to see him climbing up the bank. He went around the trunk of the tree, which hid him from her sight. She clambered up, slipping on the mud, and when she got around the trunk, she saw him bending over, a bundle in his hands. She watched, amazed, as he unfolded the blanket, that, the last time she'd seen it, had had branches sewed to it. A can of Diet Coke rolled into the grass as he lifted the blanket and spread it out.

He stood.

"I took a hike, this morning, during free time," he said, smiling. He was waiting for her. She looked at the blanket, and remembered being naked on it. He would make her naked again. She knew that. She remembered Judy, lying on a blanket, with her legs spread open, for Brad to crawl between.

"I'm scared," she blurted, hating the words as they burst from her mouth, because she was afraid he'd roll the blanket back up.

"I won't hurt you," he said softly. He'd said that before, and he HADN'T hurt her ... before.

She couldn't believe that her right foot stepped toward him. Again, she entered that strange world where, while her mind screamed at her, she let him strip her bare naked, and lie her on the blanket. She looked up as, this time, he got naked too. He was stiff ... stiff for her.

He bent over, and when he stood, her Nivea bottle was in his hands. She almost laughed hysterically. They were lying in the shade of the tree. She lay tensely, as he kneeled beside her, and jerked as he began to rub on sunscreen. He started with her shoulders and arms, and she slowly relaxed. She didn't know how it happened, but she suddenly realized his hands were sliding all over her body, touching her everywhere, from her toes to her neck, and everywhere in between. She felt one Nivea-slickened finger dip into her pussy, and her legs spread all by themselves. He rolled her nipples between slippery fingers, and she felt like she was floating. She was completely relaxed, now.

He kissed her for five minutes, looming over her on his hands and knees, beside her head. When he went between her legs, she closed her eyes, and jerked as she felt his tongue. He licked, and sucked and nibbled her to two sweetly agonizing orgasms and, on land, she felt like she could vent her moans, and did so. When he stopped licking her, and crawled up, terror in her mind wailed, and her hands fluttered, preparing to push him away as he tried to rip her virginity from her. She got her hands on his chest, just as he leaned down to kiss her again, his mouth wet. She was so concentrated on keeping him from putting his penis in her that she didn't realize the tangy taste on his lips was from her own body, until his tongue was in her mouth. When she DID realize she was tasting herself on his lips, her mind, in a strange twist of logic, simply reported that she tasted different than what he had put on her tongue, when she tasted him.

Suddenly her hands rose, as he rolled, to lie beside her on his back. She was shocked by him suddenly being ... gone! He was right there beside her, but he wasn't touching her any more, and her body ached for his touch.