Chapter 3

By mid day on Saturday, all of the campers had arrived and were getting settled into their new environs. John and Cindy had introduced themselves to each one as she arrived, and both seemed pleased with the attitude and appearance of their charges. Cindy made a point of announcing her role as a temporary counselor, so as to not dismiss the legitimate occupier of that throne. None of the girls seemed upset or uncomfortable with that.

The four girls ranged in age from "almost 13" to 15. Kayla was the youngest. She would turn thirteen on July fourth. Brianna and Ashley were each fourteen, and lived near one another, but had never met before today. Taylor had just turned 15. She was tall, about 5 feet 8 inches, very slender, and from outward appearances, seemed to be missing any sign of a chest.

John and Cindy began the discussion of camp activities. Cindy was not quite as tactful as Angie had been, and her brusqueness startled some of the younger girls.

Without giving a lot of thought to the ages of them she asked, "Raise your hand if you have ever made out with a boy."

When no one raised their hand, she looked puzzled.

"Has anyone ever kissed a boy that they were not related to?"

Still no hands. John suggested that perhaps they should change course and ask each of the girls to tell the others about their lives, their likes and dislikes, their school, family and anything else they wanted to share. This was much more successful, and by supper time, every one was much more familiar to each other.

John explained about keeping everything shared as very private, only within the cabin, and never with an outsider. He thanked each of the girls for telling a little about themselves, but then challenged them.

"Each of you told us some things about your life, family and school. But each of you only told us good things, things that make you happy. That's wonderful, but I personally would like to hear some of the things that trouble you or concern you as you get older. None of you have dated yet. Are you afraid? Does anything worry you about dating? What about sex?"

Cindy continued, "The neatest thing about this camp is that there are no parents here, no teachers, no one to scold you or quiet you, or make you feel intimidated or embarrassed. When I was here the first time, the four of us asked some pretty silly questions, we thought, but John and Angie didn't treat them as silly. We learned more about growing up and relationships and sex then has ever been taught in the classroom."

They talked most of the night about strictly girl things. Two of the girls had not had their first period yet, and much of the conversation dealt with that. One asked about applying make-up, and Angie demonstrated the basics. They spoke of peer pressure with fashions, and a little about their studies. Finally, someone asked if any had a boyfriend. Both Brianna and Ashley, the two fourteen year olds, admitted having serious crushes on a boy in one of their classes.

"When you are with him, do you feel differently than when you are not together?"

Ashley spoke first, "The first time that we walked home together and he held my hand, I felt really funny in my tummy, and when I got home, my underpants were wet."

That brought giggles from the others until Cindy spoke up. "She didn't wet her pants. That was her natural lubricant. She was becoming sexually excited being with him."

Looking into the faces of the girls, it was obvious that they were baffled. Cindy continued.

"When a girl becomes sexually excited, her body produces a very slippery fluid in her vagina to reduce the friction of having sex. Each of us is different, of course, about just how much fluid our body produces, and it differs again with just how excited you get. But most girls do get wet inside. Many times this fluid will seep out and wet the area surrounding, or make a spot in your panties. This is not bad. This means you are physically ready to have sex at that moment. You may not want to, but at least your body is ready to."

"Have any of you ever looked at yourself down there? I don't mean from far away in a mirror on the door. I mean, up close, with a hand mirror, or even closer, at your best friend."

"I think what we should all do is get undressed, get naked right here in the privacy of our cabin. Then we will be able to examine our bodies and appreciate the features that distinguish us as women. Don't be embarrassed about John. He has seen more girls naked than there are in your school."

Cindy wasted no time in shedding her clothing, and the others followed her lead, returning to sit on the edge of their beds.

"Everyone stand up and look at everyone else. All five of us have different breast sizes and shapes. Take a good look, though. Our nipples are all different in size and color. Some of us have a lot of hair between our legs, some have little. We are all different. There are no two identical women. What I am trying to say is that it is silly to compare yourself, physically, to any other girl."

Slowly each girl stood up and faced the others, and, to a certain degree, looked embarrassingly at each others bodies. They had always thought it rude to watch the other girls undressing in the locker room at school, and this was a new experience for them. They tended, unconsciously, to pay greater attention to the extremes. Brianna and Ashley each needed and wore bras. They had been through the "puffy" stage that Kayla was in right now, so that was nothing new. That Taylor had an absolutely flat chest, even at 15, was a little curious. Kayla had very little hair, and she was very interested in the variations that she saw between Brianna, Ashley and Taylor, especially Taylor's very full bush. Taylor looked at the other three and saw that each was in a different stage of breast development. Her flat chest combined with all the hair between her legs told her that she was never going to get boobs like other girls, and that both worried and depressed her.

Cindy had them each get a hand mirror and sit on their beds, spread their legs, and look at their pussies. To be kind and helpful, John knelt before each girl and helped her discover all of her features. Beginning with Kayla, she held the mirror while he carefully outlined her labia, ran his finger up and down her lips until he was able to show her a rapidly responding clit popping out from them, and then finally, carefully spreading her pussy lips to show her that fruity membrane, otherwise known as a cherry. He noted that with all this playing around, she had still not shown any signs of moisture or natural lubricant, and made a mental note to remember that.

Brianna and Ashley were looking at each other as well as themselves. He did the "educational tour" for Brianna first, and, even through her "older than 14" light blond pubes, he could see her clit standing out from her labia without even touching her. That was an encouraging sign for him. Ashley's brown hair masked her lips and pussy completely. As he spread her lips, he could see her moisture had already wetted the region well, and after sliding his finger up and down between her lips a few times, her clit responded to his touch, and when he pushed over it twice, her hips bucked in response.

Taylor would be a challenge. She was 15, the oldest of the group, a little taller than he thought most 15 year olds would be, and had virtually no breasts. Her chest was as flat as the day she was born and her nipples and areolas had apparently not grown to any degree either. She was very self conscious about this, and sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs closed, kept her arms folded across her chest as John neared.

"Did you look at yourself, Taylor?" John asked.

"Kinda," was the brief reply.

"Well, why don't you lie back on the bed, bring your knees up and rest your feet on the edge of the bed. Put the mirror between your legs and tell me what you see."

Taylor did that and said, "More hair than all the other girls combined. I can't see anything."

By this time, John was kneeling in front of here and had seen the dense underbrush to which Taylor was referring. Her hair was coal black and very full and dense, forming a perfect triangle that extended about 3 inches above her lips and was nearly six inches across the top. It had not reached the joint at her legs, and John guessed that she did not need to shave or trim it to keep it within her panty line. But it was very dark and very full -- John could see nothing through it at all.

"Ok, spread you legs some more and let me have a closer look at you."

John gently pushed her thighs apart with his hands and moved his head a little closer. He could actually see her trembling as he ran his hands up and down the inside of her thighs. When he finally got to the base of her body, he lightly extended one finger of each hand to skirt the very edge of her hair, up and away from her lips. As he did that, her hips flopped up and down once, bouncing her butt on the edge of the bed with a soft thump. He was teasing her, he knew it, and Cindy did as well.