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By RealGood2020
Kelly has just gotten to camp, and is already missing Davey. However, she meets some new friends, who will help her get over her sadness!
I looked out the car window, watching the scenery pass us by while my parents drove me to the youth camp two hours away from our house. I did my best not to look sad, but I couldn’t help but think about my boyfriend, Davey, whom I’m pretty sure I was in love with. We couldn’t make our relationship known to my parents, and probably his parents, or to too many other people, due to our age gap. If I was two years older, or he was two years younger then perhaps we wouldn’t need to hide our relationship. We could go on actual dates, and not just hooking up in the forest or at his house. We wouldn’t have to pretend we were just friends, or that he was just an old student of my mother’s, and he was just being nice to me because he was a good guy.
Atleast Davey won’t be lonely. He’ll have Jenny to keep him ‘company’, and fuck him silly, and I did tell him he could have sex with whomever he wants too, and he did tell me I could do the same. Still, I couldn’t help but be a little jealous. I mean, what are the odds I would meet anyone at camp that would to have sex with me. Or more importantly I would want to have sex with.
“What’s wrong?” My mother asked, noticing how much I had been looking out the window. Usually I’m playing with my phone or tablet when we are on long trips like this, not just looking out the window, trying my best not to look sad.
Davey once told me that the best lies are those that are entirely the truth, it’s just that you leave certain details out. Remembering this I told my mother, “I’m just thinking about my friends, and that I’m going to miss them.”
“It’s okay, Kelly,” my mother said, trying to assure me, “your friends will still be there, plus you’ll make new friends at camp!”
While my dad’s back was turned to me, due to the fact he was driving, but I could sense that his eyes just rolled at what my mother said. He then told my mother, “you know, Ashley, that really doesn’t lesson the fact that she will miss her other friends. Plus she’s only going to know these kids for a couple of weeks anyways.”
“I’m just trying to make her feel better, Frank,” my mother muttered to my father. My mother always tried to say something to comfort a person, even if it was temporary, while my father was all about logic. He didn’t go out of his way to make people upset, but he didn’t like treating people like children, even if they were children. How they were married and loved each other I will never know.
My father is a bit of an enigma. He’s a lawyer who doesn’t like to lie, although he will twist the truth a little if need be. His boss is a Baptist and a preacher, yet my dad, as well as me and my mother, are Unitarian Universalists, which are not very well liked by more… Evangelical Christian sects. Atleast they get along with each, although my father thinks he’s a little delusional, because he thinks he is going to run for president in the future, probably in 2032.
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We finally got to the camp. It took two hours to get here, which included one twenty minute stop to stretch our legs and use the bathroom, as well as get a little snack. When we got to the camp’s main office there were no kids or their parents outside wandering around, which felt very unusual, considering we arrived over an hour before the opening ceremony. When we went into the offices the receptionist, a woman in her fifties greeted us. While her smile was pleasant, she did seemed a bit annoyed when she saw us.
“Aww, the Coopers, correct?” She asked, to which my mother politely replied, “yes”. She then informed us, “you were suppose to be here atleast a half-hour early so that you could check in and get your daughter’s stuff to her cabin before the opening ceremony.”
“Umm… I thought we were over an hour early?” My father asked, all three of us looking very confused.
The woman sighed and informed us, “we sent an email out yesterday morning telling everyone we were beginning the ceremony and hour earlier due to the storms coming in. Did you not receive it?”
My father took out his phone, looked at it for a few seconds, and said with some annoyance, “it went into my spam folder for some reason.”
The receptionist just signed in disappointment and annoyance. She turned to my parents and said, “it’s okay for you to take her stuff to her cabin. I’ll have a junior consular take you to it.” After talking to my parents she turned to me and said, “young lady, after the ceremony is done, please come back here so you can get your cabin number.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I told the lady before turning to my parents, gave them both a hug and a kiss, and told them ‘goodbye’ before running off to the outdoor amphitheater where the ceremony was being held.
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I got to the amphitheater about a couple of minutes before the ceremony started. I sat down in the back next to a Eastern-Asian girl wearing a green shirt with the camp’s logo on it. All the kids and camp consulars were. The kids were wearing shirts in all the colors of the rainbow: green, blue, red, yellow, orange, purple, and pink, which is the color I was wearing. It was an old shirt that I had from last year, and I would be given two new ones this year.
The consulars on the other hand had less colorful shirts. The junior consulars, the older teenagers and young adults who are only working there for the summer, all wore either grey or white shirts, while the senior consulars, the older adults that worked here full time, or came back here every year, wore brown, or black if they worked inside.
The ceremony lasted about half an hour, and was about as cheesy as it was four years ago. Infact it was the exact same ceremony I had sat through for the past four years. The consulars even made the same speeches, and the goals as every year I have come here, followed in the end by everyone singing the same corny camp song as they had been singing since my father was my age. I know this because he came here when he was my age, and taught the song to me. I thought the song was corny when I was nine, and I think the song is corny now.
After the ceremony, which I felt went on forever, I went back to the offices to find out which cabin I would be staying in. The lady told me which one, and even gave me a key to the cabin. Normally the cabins would remain unlocked, but an older kid that’s been shown to be trustworthy, like myself, could be given a key to lock up the cabin they are in, just for some extra security if they feel it’s needed. It usually wasn’t, but some kids were afraid there might be thieves in the camp.
I got to my cabin, and found that the door was locked. “Maybe the consular locked it?” I thought to myself, not really caring because I had a key. I opened the door watched one girl quickly get off the bed another girl was sitting on. Both of them looked a little annoyed, like I had just interrupted something they didn’t want me catching them doing, which I probably did. What were they doing anyways? Kissing perhaps?
“Hi…” I told the two, hoping they wouldn’t be to angry at me interrupting them. “I’m Kelly Cooper, your new bunk mate,” I info the girls in as nice of a voice as I could let out.
“Hi…” the blonde girl and the smaller of the two said, giving a wave, “I’m Samantha Goode, and this is my friend, Carla Guerrero.”
“Hi Carla,” I told the Hispanic girl with a slight wave, which she return after getting off of the bed. I couldn’t tell if she was older than me or not. Yes she was a little shorter than me, but she had a large bust for a girl who was probably around nine or ten at my guess. The girl was clearly developing early like Jenny, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she had some hairs on her pubic area.
“Hello…” Carla said before turning to her friend and asking, “I thought this cabin was going to be to ourselves?”
“I did too…” Samantha answered her friend before I explained to them, “I… got here late. My father missed the email from the camp explaining we needed to arrive earlier than normal.”
The young blonde girl sighed and said, “okay.” I had a feeling I wasn’t welcomed here. The girl then asked me, “how old are you?”
“I’m twelve,” I told them, which caused Carla to sigh and say, “I guess you’re incharge then.”
Samantha gave her friend a questioning look, and before she could ask anything Carla told her, “it’s sort of a tradition that oldest kid in the cabin is the one incharge.”
The blonde girl looked back at me surprised, and I just shrugged my shoulders and said, “I guess I am. How old are you two anyways?”
“I’m nine,” Samantha answered, and then Carla told me, “I’m ten.”
“She’s gonna have bigger tits than Jenny!” I thought to myself before telling them, “let me see what we’re going to be doing today.”
I grabbed the clip board hanging next to the door. It had a sheet of paper on it that that told us what we would be doing today. I made a quick read of it and told them, “looks like we’re going hiking around the lake today.”
While Carla didn’t look like she could care less, but Samantha just moaned in disappointment and proclaimed, “I hate hiking!”
“What are you doing at a summer camp if you hate hiking?” I asked, very confused by her statement.
Samantha sighed again and said, “mom sent me here. She said I need get outdoors and need to get some fresh air, and not be couped up in the house all day during the summer.”
“Is that the only reason why?” I asked her, not quite sure she was telling the whole truth.
She shook her and told me, “she probably also wants me out of the house so she can fuck her boyfriend all she wants for the next two weeks.”
“That’s the reason I didn’t want to come here,” I thought to myself before telling the two, “regardless, we need to get ready.”
I helped the two get all the stuff needed on the list, which was just a water bottle, a compass, a map, a whistle incase they got lost, a rain jacket, because it was suppose to rain, and a backpack for each to put the stuff in. I also brought along a small first aid kit, a small garden hand shovel, and some toilet paper, just incase, as well as a bag of trail mix.
“Davey would be proud!” I thought to myself as I grabbed a couple of hiking sticks from the porch and handed them to the girls. I then got my own, and told the girls, “okay. Let’s head to the food hall!”
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Eventually everyone who was going on the hike had gather at the food hall within a few minutes of us arriving. About a third of the camp was there. The other two-thirds would be off doing something else. That’s how they tended to do things here. They took one-third of the group to do one thing, one-third to do another, and another third to do another.
I greeted a few of the kids and some of the counselors I remember from last year, as well as one girl whom I actually go to school with. Her name is Amira Kerei, she’s twelve like me, and she’s from Kazakhstan. She moved here last year when her father’s job transferred him here. She’s a really nice girl, and tries to be friends with everyone. Really pretty, and she’s a really good dancer too. Her specialty is Arabic belly dancing. I’ve seen it before, and I’m embarrassed to admit, it kind of turns me on.
There was one other girl here from my old elementary school that I was not happy to see. Her name was Chi Phan, she’s nine-years-old, I think, and she and her family are from Vietnam. She’s also pretty annoying. She’s a Jehovah’s Witness, just like the rest of her family. She was also pushy about it too, and was constantly trying to push her religion onto other kids, which has left her a bit isolated due to everyone trying to avoid her. Infact the only person that talks to her, that I know of, is a girl named Alissa Thompson, and that’s because she’s also a Jehovah’s Witness, but she doesn’t try to force her religion on anyone else. Well, not anymore.
My mother told me there’s nothing the school can really do about Chi, as the school could be sued for religious discrimination if they did. Infact they have already been threatened with a lawsuit by her parents years earlier due to her brother doing the same thing. He’s in my grade, and stopped being so pushy after another kid punched him in the face a few months ago. Nothing happened to the guy who punched him in the face because school was already out, it was off school grounds, and the police decided not to press charges because the her brother was once again being pushy, and even told him that his religion was a false religion and pretty much pagan. By the way, the guy was Catholic.
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Our hike lasted about four hours, and it did rain. It would have lasted about an hour less if it wasn’t for the rain. Fortunately we were at one of the rest cabins along the lake trail having some lunch that was brought to us by two junior consulars who driven up to the cabin with some coolers. While we were having lunch, it started to rain, so we stayed in the cabin. Even though most of us had rain jackets, the lightning is what really kept us in the cabin. Atleast Chi Phan wasn’t pushing her religion on anyone, which was really surprising.
Amira sat next to me as we ate lunch. We talked as we ate, and she commented, “I believed you said Chi was like her brother… before he got punched in the face.”
I couldn’t help but giggle at what she, and replied to her, “now she’s acting like her brother after he got punched in the face.”
Amira giggled at that and suggested, “maybe she was told she could not. This is a private camp, and not a public school. Your nation’s freedom of religion may not apply here.”
That was true. The camp was secular, rather than religious, so, if my understanding of the of the law is correct, they do have to let her practice her religion, but they can order her not to push her religion onto others.
While thinking about it something crossed my mind, and I suggested to Amira, “maybe she’s sorta stopped trying to push her religion on people after what happened to her brother?”
Amira shrugged and said, “maybe.”
After lunch and while waiting for the storm to end we kept ourselves occupied by playing games. Carla had brought a deck of cards with her, so myself, her, Samantha, and Amira played several rounds of rummy.
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I, Carla, and Samantha finally returned to our cabin. While all three of us were sweaty, Samantha was cover in sweat, to the point where her shirt was now the color of mustard rather than yellow. She took her clothes off as soon as I shut the door, and headed to the bathroom, not caring she was naked infront of us. A minute later I heard the shower turn on.
“She could have asked us if we need to use the bathroom first,” Carla muttered as she put her backpack on the floor, and changed her shirt for a fresh one. I did the same thing thing, turning my back to her to give her some privacy.
Samantha came out of the bathroom a couple of minutes later, drying herself off and still not caring that she was naked infront of us. I was about to use the bathroom when Carla ran in there, staying in for several minutes and making noises that made me decide to wait before going in after her.
When Carla came out she was holding her stomach and flopped down onto her bed. I looked at her and asked, “are you okay?”
“I’ve been holding that in for and hour,” she said weakly. “You might want to wait a few minutes before going in there.”
“Thank you for the warning,” I muttered as I sat down on my bed and… waited.
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Before dinner we had an art class in the food hall. We were told to paint something about nature. Naturally we used water colors. Some of us were pretty good. Some of us pretty bad. I did okay… I think.
Carla did a little better than me, but Samantha… the flower she painted was beautiful! It was the best painting I saw in the class! She had some real talent if she could paint such a beautiful flower with some cheap kids water based paint!
Samantha however was disappointed with her work, complaining, “if I had some more variety in the colors, I could have painted a lot better picture.”
I just looked at her, stunned by her comment, and told her, “that looks like something you can put up on the wall in you house in a picture frame, and not just being held on to your refrigerator with a magnet like my mom use to do with my drawings.”
“Oh, my mom does that too. She puts my pictures in a frame and put them on our walls I mean,” Samantha told me before she told me something that surprised me, “sometimes we’ll have copies made and sell them at art shows.”
My eyes went wide with surprise. Samantha was a very real artist. She didn’t make paintings just for fun. She made money off of them! If she could make this level of quality painting with just some kids water color paint, what the heck could she do with some real artist paint? Good enough to sell, clearly.
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We had dinner and spent the rest of the time before going to bed hanging around a bond fire, telling ghost stories and singing awful songs. Once we got back to the our cabins me and Carla showered, separately ofcourse, put on our pajamas, and went to bed.
I woke up an hour later, due to hearing a sound. I’m a lite sleeper, and can easily be woken up. What I saw shocked me.
In the bed next to me was Carla, she was naked, and bent over at the end of the bed was Samantha. She was also naked, and had her head between Carla’s legs. From the the sounds the latina girl was making, I could tell that not only was Samantha eating her out, she was doing a good job of it too!
One of Carla’s hands went to the back of Samantha’s head, encouraging her to keep going on, while the other one was at one her surprising large breasts, pinching her nipples and playing with them. I’m not sure why, but for some reason I was imaging myself playing with her breasts, but it was my mouth doing all the work, not my hands. I also imagined myself between her legs, eating her probably hairless pussy out. I had to control myself from slipping my hand into my pajama bottoms and playing with myself, or going over there and joining them. I might be straight, but fun is fun and hot is hot!
Samantha eventually got done. It felt like several hours, but I know it was only several minutes. Once done the blonde girl got on the bed with Carla, getting on top of her and kissing her way up the Latina girl’s body stopping at her chest to enjoy her tits with her mouth.
After Samantha sucked on Carla’s tits for a couple of minutes the two kissed, and the blonde girl swung around, and got into the sixty-nine position. I then watched Carla lift her head, and she began to lick and finger her friend’s pussy. Samantha on the other hand just laid on top of Carla, making noises and not really even trying to be quiet.
“Maybe she thinks I’m deep asleep?” I thought to myself as I watched and listened to Samantha receive oral sex from her friend.
I watched as Samantha shook and raised her head up, letting out a silent scream. She had an orgasm, and she just laid on top of Carla for several seconds before rolling off of her, getting off the bed, giving her a kiss, and her tits a small suck. She then looked over at me and smiled. I was squinting my eyes to try to make it seem like I was asleep, but I wonder if she could tell that I was awake. I hope not. I wasn’t sure how I was going to handle this if she did figure out I was awake.
Samantha put back on her night gown, while Carla put on her pajamas, and the two girls went back to their respective beds. I’m not sure how well they slept, but I didn’t sleep well, as my mind kept bringing up what I just watched the two do, and made me think of Davey. It made me remember him sucking my tits, and eating me out and fucking me with his dick! “Great! Now I’m horny!” I thought to myself as I tried to sleep. I wanted to masterbate but I didn’t want to risk waking the girls up and catching me, plus I didn’t want to get the bed wet with my juices.
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When I got to the food hall in the morning I ordered a cup of coffee with my breakfast. I was given a puzzled look by the junior consular when I asked for a cup, but was given it without question when I told her I didn’t sleep very well.
I sat down with Carla and Samantha, and both looked well rested. Neither one talked about or even hinted about what they did last night, although Carla was also drinking some coffee as well.
“Why are you drinking coffee?” I asked the latina girl. She responded with, “I always drink coffee. It helps get me awake in the morning. Why are you drinking coffee?”
“I… didn’t sleep well last night. I had some… weird dreams,” I told the two, doing my best not to indicate I had watched them having sex.
Samantha giggled and commented, “I don’t see how anyone can drink that stuff. It tastes awful!”
Carla answered her friend, “it’s an… acquired taste.” However I told her, “I usually don’t, but I don’t want to murder anyone today.” They both laughed at that, not realizing I was dead serious.
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We went on another hike today, and while on the hike Samantha took me aside and whispered, “I know you saw us last night. I could tell you were squinting.”
I wanted to deny it, but felt it was pointless, and decided to admit, “okay I did. Is that why you two were hoping to have the cabin by yourselves? So you two could fuck like rabbits?”
Samantha giggled and said, “I doubt rabbits would be lesbians or bisexual.”
I was about to comment she has no idea if rabbits could be homosexual or bisexual when suddenly something struck me, “are you bi or a lesbian?”
Samantha admitted to me, “I’m a lesbian. Carla is bi. Two of my other girlfriends are bi, and one is straight, but she is friends with one of my other girlfriends and wants to be included in our group, so she participates in our orgies.”
I looked at the younger girl and asked, “really?” Sure, I’ve had sex with my best friend, Jenny, and I’m straight, but that was in a threesome with Davey. This girl Samantha was talking about just wanted to be apart of a group with her friend. I kind of felt sorry for her, but at the same time I was shocked girls her age were having orgies!
Samantha nodded her head, and then asked, “why didn’t you say anything? We would have stopped… or let you join us.”
“Umm… I couldn’t help but watch…” I admitted to her before adding in, “I’m… straight.”
Samantha giggled and told me, “well I’m a lesbian, but I actually want to know what it feels like to have a real dick in me rather than one of the fake ones from my cousin’s house.”
“You… use one of your cousin’s… dildos?” I asked, amazed by what she was telling me.
Samantha giggled some more, and told me, “they’re actually my aunt’s dildos, and I don’t just use them. Me and my cousin both use them. Usually on each other because she also has a strap-on.”
I was shocked by what she was admitting to me, and I just had to ask her, “what do you two do if she’s at your house, or you can’t to your aunt’s dildos?”
Samantha shrugged and said, “me and Yasmin just lick each other’s pussies.”
She saw that I was shocked by what she just admitted, that she commits incest with her cousin, so she told me, “what? It’s not like we can get each other pregnant. Besides, she’s pansexual, and always horny. She’d fuck her own mother if she could… I would too, because aunt Jan is really hot!”
We continued our hike, and all I could think while we were hiking was, “what kind of freak is this girl?”
—
That night Carla and Samantha didn’t have sex. I don’t know why they didn’t, I wouldn’t have said anything. Maybe they were to tired too.
During the night it began thunder outside. This didn’t bother me, but it did bother Samantha, as she gently shook me awake, and asked me, “can I sleep with you? This storm is scaring me.”
“She has orgies with her friends, but a storm scares her?” I thought to myself as I asked her while still half asleep, “why not sleep with Carla?”
“It’s… not smart to wake her,” she told me, sounding fearful what would happen if she did wake up her friend.
I threw back my blanket, and let her slip into my bed. She draped one of her arms over me, and nuzzled her face against my neck.
—
A half-hour after Samantha got into bed with me a loud bang of thunder woke both of us up, and we both clutched onto each other tighter.
We were face to face, and breathing hard when Samantha kissed me. It was a gentle kiss, and one I didn’t try to pull away from, but instead pulled her closer, and eventually our tongues played in other’s mouths.
We kissed for a couple of minutes, and during this time Samantha unbuttoned my pajama top. I could have stopped her, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to. Eventually she lowered her head, kissed my neck, kissed her way to my chest, and began to suck on one of my tits.
I moaned and brushed my hand through her hair as she enjoyed my tits, and I enjoyed her lips on my tits. “She’s just sucking my tits,” I thought to myself, “as long as I don’t suck on her’s it’s not really gay or cheating!” Well, it wouldn’t be cheating regardless because Davey said I can fuck anyone I want while at camp. Whether he actually expected me to do so I have no idea, but here I am, getting my tits sucked on by a nine-year-old girl I just met yesterday!
Apparently, my tits weren’t enough to satisfy Samantha, because after a couple of minutes of getting my breasts wet she got over top of me, and pulled my pajama shorts down, revealing my pussy, which had a patch of blonde hair on it. Without even asking me if she could do so she began to lick me, which made me moan in pleasure.
About a minute into Samantha eating me out I noticed that her night gown had gone up over her waist, and that she wasn’t wearing any panties. I felt bad that I was getting all this pleasure from the younger girl, but she was receiving none, so I took two fingers, and inserted them into her vagina, which made her moan in pleasure and relief that her own needs were being taken care of.
Samantha continued to lick and suck and finger my pussy for several minutes until I came, twice! The whole time I fingered her pussy, slowly at first, but sped up after I had my first orgasm to help her have one soon, which made her come also.
After she was done giving me pleasure, and I giving her pleasure, she backed up pressing her hole to my face. I was about to say something, but instead I raised my head, and began to lick and suck her bald pussy, just as she had done to mine!
I licked and sucked her for several minutes until she came, shaking and moaning as she did. I tasted her juices, and they tasted so good! I thought to myself, “I wonder if Jenny tasted this good when she was nine, or if I tasted this good?” This made me wonder if I was nine instead of twelve would I have still want to have had sex with Davey? Maybe? I guess I’ll never know, although the other question is would he have sex with a nine-year-old, despite the fact he’s sixteen? Maybe? Maybe not? I gave no idea how young of a girl he is willing to fuck actually. All I know is he is willing to fuck an eleven-year-old… with tits that are bigger than mine.
Samantha got off of me after I got her off, turned around, faced me, gave me a kiss, and told me ‘good night’ before falling asleep. My mind was still racing about… everything, but eventually I did get to sleep.
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