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This is not as romantic as some of my previous stuff, but there is a certain
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far. This work is quite long (almost 32,000 words), but I think it's worth
the effort. It's as long as it is for a reason.
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recycling bin.
SUMMER CAMP
I.
It was just after six o'clock on a Wednesday night in late May, three days
into finals week. I sat on my bed studying for my last exam, Anthropology I,
which I would face at 8:30 the next morning. Across the street, the band was
practicing for the graduation ceremony that Saturday, and the familiar strains
of "Conquest" drifted in through my window, a welcome respite from the usual
noise of downtown Los Angeles.
The phone rang. I shoved my textbook aside and grabbed the handset off the
cradle.
"Hello?"
"Mitch? It's Gerald Taylor. How are you doing?"
Gerald was an old fraternity brother of my father's. He and his wife owned a
camp up in the San Bernardino Mountains. I had gone up there many times as a
kid, but I hadn't seen him in several years.
"I'm fine. I guess it's been a while. How are you?"
"I'm doing all right. How is school? I had to get your number from your
father. He said you didn't have plans this summer."
"Not really. I'm still looking. The job market for English majors isn't so
hot, as you can imagine."
"Well, I may have an answer to your problem, and one of my own."
"Really? What's up?"
"We've been working on some big changes at the camp this year. We're trying
to add some new activities; tennis and horseback riding just aren't enough
anymore. The kids expect a lot more. One of the ideas we had was martial
arts classes."
"Ah. I see."
"Right. But hold on before you say anything. We had already hired a woman
for the girls' camp that's starting this weekend, but she hurt her knee in a
bike accident yesterday and had to back out. I called the three other women I
had talked to about this, and they've all found other jobs. I realize two
days isn't a lot of notice, but I'm in a real bind here. You're the only
other person I could think to call on such late notice."
"Whoa. You mean this Friday?"
"Exactly. I was going to pay her $1500 for the three weeks, but I can bump
that up to $1750 for you since this is so late. That's on top of the room and
board, of course. You'd be doing us a huge favor. A lot of girls expressed
interest in doing these classes, so if we drop them now, we're going to lose
some campers, and that means a lot of refunds and angry parents."
Seventeen-fifty wasn't exactly a fortune. It would, however, be enough to
keep me on my own the rest of the summer, on top of the three weeks of free
room and board.
Over on the practice field, the band went silent. I leaned over toward my
window. It had rained last night, and the air over L.A. was clear enough that
I could see the mountains behind the city. Mount Baldy still had some snow on
it. The thought of escaping all this for the mountains definitely appealed to
me.
"I guess I can do it. It's a good thing you caught me tonight, though. I
was about to start applying at McDonalds."
"Great! I can't tell you how much I appreciate this. You understand,
though, that this is the girls' camp?"
"Yeah."
"You've taught kids that age before, right?"
"Dozens."
"So you know how they can be. We're one of the few single-sex camps left,
and the parents tend to send their kids here for a reason. We don't run the
place like a convent, so you won't be the only male counselor up there, but
you'll definitely be in the minority. You won't be teaching the young kids,
though. For safety reasons, we decided to limit the classes to the older
girls, just thirteen to fifteen. You'll be doing three classes a day, one in
the morning, two in the afternoon, six days a week, about ten girls in each
class. Some of them have martial arts experience and some don't, so we tried
to divide them up by skill level."
"That's fine."
"I want to warn you-and understand that this has nothing to do with you; I
trust you-that the atmosphere may get a little difficult."
"What do you mean?"
"You're going to be one of about five men in a camp of two hundred young
girls. These are good kids from good families, but however straitlaced they
may be at home, once they get up into the mountains, they're on vacation, away
from their parents, and they know that whatever happens, they're going home in
three weeks. Some of them get it into their heads to do things they would
never think of doing at home. And then having you, a good-looking college-
aged guy as an instructor, well, it's inevitable that some of them are going
to decide they're in love with you. It's going to happen. I see it happen
every summer. I just want you to know, so you can be prepared when it does."
"I understand. I've dealt with that sort of thing before."
"As I said, I'm not worried about you. It's the girls I'm concerned about."
"Got it."
"Great. You remember how to get up here?"
"Yeah."
"We need you up here at noon on Friday for the orientation meeting. The
campers will start arriving around five."
"Okay. See you then."
The band resumed practicing, starting "Conquest" again from the top.
II.
The camp was on an isolated arm of Big Bear Lake, about fifteen minutes from
the main town. I pulled into the parking lot to see about ten or fifteen
college-aged girls milling around the main building. I saw only two men, one
of whom was Gerald.
I got a few glances from the female counselors as I walked up, but most of
them were too busy getting to know each other. Gerald saw me and waved me
over.
"Mitch, good to see you." He shook my hand. "No problems getting up here?"
"Nope."
"We're going to get started in about ten minutes. Why don't you try to get
acquainted while you wait?"
"Okay."
I looked around and saw Gerald's wife Barbara surrounded by half a dozen
counselors. Gerald and Barbara were in their late forties, but looked
younger. Gerald had been a Phys. Ed. Major when he was at Pepperdine with my
father, and retained his tanned, athletic physique, though most of his hair
had long since gone down the shower drain. Barbara had been an accomplished
amateur tennis player in her younger days, and remained quite fit and trim.
She had very short blonde hair, almost a butch cut, which was only now
starting to gray.
Barbara saw me, and came up to give me a hug.
"Look at you! You just keep getting bigger every time I see you. How is
school?"
"Good. One more year."
"I can't thank you enough for doing this. We were in such a bind when Shelly
backed out."
"It's no problem."
She took my arm and introduced me to the group of counselors she had been
talking to. Although they all had that healthy outdoor glow, there were two
who really caught my eye. One of them, named Kim, was about nineteen. She
was a tall, blue-eyed blonde who would be in charge of one group of the
fourteen and fifteen-year-olds. She had a reddish, freckle-faced complexion
and a lean, athletic figure. The other girl, Lisa, was about my age, a
shorter brunette with shoulder length hair. She had one of the younger
cabins.
I talked to the two of them for a few minutes, during which I noted-with some
disappointment, after getting myself all worked up-the engagement ring on
Lisa's finger. But Kim seemed interested, and I ended up sitting with her
during the orientation meeting.
Most of the talk had little to do with me, since I would not be spending much
time with the campers outside of my classes. A short bit on drugs and alcohol
and making sure the girls didn't try to sneak out of the camp at night, then a
lecture about our behavior. Although we had a few nights off to ourselves,
Gerald reminded us that we had examples to set, and coming back from town
drunk would earn us a quick trip home. Then the safety procedures and what to
do in case of injury-generally a lot of stuff I already knew from my previous
instructing jobs. Finally they let us loose to move into our rooms.
The camp took up a good twenty-five or thirty acres, though it was hard to
get a full sense of the size because of the dense forest. Clark had inherited
the land from his grandfather years ago, and after college, had borrowed some
money to start the camp with his new wife. The property was a long strip
along the lake, and sloped gently downhill from the road toward the water.
The athletic fields and horse stables were at the top of the hill, with the
main buildings about halfway down. The cabins, about twenty-five of them, sat
along the lakefront. Most of them were occupied by the campers, about ten
kids and two counselors apiece, with the rest occupied by the staff.
The staff cabins were divided up into four individual rooms with two
counselors each, but since the male staff, with the exception of Gerald, were
all assigned to one cabin, I got a room all to myself. The four rooms were
laid out end to end, each room opening directly to the long porch out front.
After I finished unpacking my stuff, I walked back up the hill to check out
the facility I would be using as a dojo. The building apparently did double
duty as the gymnastics halls, which would do fine for me. It was a simple,
one-room building with exercise pads all over the floor and mirrors on most of
the walls. I checked the schedule on the wall against the schedule in my
information packet, and saw that I was sandwiched between gymnastics classes
all day long. I had the novices-the girls with no experience at all-at ten,
the beginners, white belt through orange, at one, and the advanced, purple and
up, at two.
The door opened while I was inspecting things, and I saw Kim stick her head
in.
"Hi. This is it?"
"Yeah."
"You've got four of my girls. I just wanted to see where they were going."
"Finding everything all right?"
"Oh, yeah. I've been coming here for years, this is just the first summer
they've done this karate thing. I'll see you later."
She smiled at me and left.
The campers began arriving at five, and the air was soon filled with high-
pitched squeals and laughter. I stayed in the gymnastics hall in case any of
them wanted to check the place out beforehand.
Around five-fifteen, one of the counselors came in. She was short, about
five-two, with short brown hair and a slim, girlish body.
"Hi. You must be Mitch."
"That I am."
She came up and shook my hand.
"I'm Jessica. I'm doing the gymnastics. I guess we'll be switching off
here."
"I guess so."
"Are you a black belt?"
"Yes. Shaolin Kempo."
"What is that?"
"It's a school of karate based on traditional Chinese martial arts. It
traces its development back to the original Shaolin Temple in China. The same
thing that was in that TV show, 'Kung Fu.'"
"Oh. Cool. I'm on the gymnastics team at UCLA. I've been doing this for
about three years."
The door opened again, and two girls came in hesitantly. They looked about
fifteen, one blonde, the other brown-haired, both with the skinny, coltish
build common at that age. The brunette was cute, definitely nice-looking, but
the blonde was pretty enough to put my teeth on edge.
"Hi," Jessica said.
"Hi," they both said. Then they looked at me.
"Are you Mitch?" the blonde said.
"Yes. Are you going to be in my class?"
"Yeah." They walked up. "I'm Karin. This is Michelle."
I checked my roster. Both of them were in the advanced class.
"So you guys have done this before. What school?"
"Karate. Shotokan. We go to class together."
"Where?"
"Irvine," Michelle said.
"Okay. I'm not going to try to take over or distort what you're already
learning. What we're going to do during this camp is try to give you
perspective on some other schools of martial arts. I'm trained in Shaolin
Kempo, which is a broader and less linear art than Shotokan."
Both of them stared at me raptly. Karin wasn't a natural blonde-her hair
looked to be light brown, heavily highlighted-but she had sharp, well-defined
cheekbones, and her eyes were huge, deep blue, and perfectly shaped. I had
some difficulty keeping my mind on the business at hand.
"I'm guessing you haven't done a lot of throws and take-downs."
"Not really," Karin said.
"We'll work on some of those, as well as some other stuff."
"Cool." They both smiled, and I could see what Gerald had warned me about
developing already.
A few more of my students showed up to say hello, and at six I walked with
Jessica over to the dining hall. When we got there, the full import of what I
had gotten myself into became apparent. The counselors alone were enough-
twenty-five women from late teens to early twenties, most of them attractive,
and all of them the healthy, athletic types I'd always been drawn to. Then
there were the campers. About half of them were kids, but the remainder were
teenagers, all in various stages of pubescence. Not all of them were good-
looking-far from it-but plenty were, and there were enough truly beautiful
girls to make three weeks of this almost painful.
I saw Kim with her girls, who included Karin and Michelle. They saw me and
waved.
"Mitch!" Karin yelled. "Sit with us!"
Kim met my eyes, grinning, and I took my tray over to their table. I sat
between her and Karin, and she introduced me to their other counselor, a woman
about my age named Monica. She was cute, auburn-haired and green-eyed, but a
lot shorter than Kim.
The dinner conversation was a lot of meaningless teenage chatter, most of
which went over my head. I talked with Kim about school-she went to UCI,
while I went to USC-and Karin sat next to me, listening and occasionally
asking questions. The longer I sat with them, the more of her girls got up
the nerve to talk to me. They didn't all behave like Karin was, but I was
drawing enough interest to make me uncomfortable.
"You realize that you're one of the few eligible men up here?" Kim asked me,
smiling.
"Gerald warned me that there were only a few male counselors."
"Well, it's worse than that. Gerald, and Jimmy, who does the horseback
riding, are both married. John, the other tennis instructor, is engaged. Did
you meet Phillip? He's one of the swim instructors."
"Briefly."
"Well, he's gay. That basically leaves you and Chris." Chris was the
assistant camp director. He was thirty-something, and not particularly
attractive. "I hope you can withstand all this attention."
"I'll live."
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Karin asked.
"No."
She smiled, glancing at Kim. A few of the other girls giggled and whispered
to each other. I could see this would be a long three weeks.
III.
Although there were activities planned for the campers after dinner, I had no
further responsibilities and decided to go back to my room to finalize my
lesson plans.
The beginning group was going to be the hardest. Although they had some of
the basics down, they didn't have enough experience to hold onto what they
knew through three weeks of a change in instruction. As I told Karin and
Michelle, I didn't want to screw up what they were already learning.
About ten o'clock, after lights out for the campers, I heard a knock on my
door.
"It's open."
Kim leaned in.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Well, I can tell you that you have officially been named the mascot of Cabin
12. Half of them are already in love with you."
"Wonderful."
She laughed.
"Don't tell me you don't love every minute of this."
"Don't make me lie."
She laughed again and sat on the end of my bed.
"What are you doing?"
"Figuring out what to teach these kids."
"I'm sure you'll be all right."
She leaned over on the bed, putting her head up on her hand. I noticed that
she didn't appear to be wearing a bra under her tank top, and the walk through
the cool mountain air to my room had brought the nipples on her small breasts
to full erection.
I tried to keep my cool and told myself that just lying on my bed wasn't an
invitation for sex, no matter what she was-or wasn't-wearing.
"When was the last time you were up here?" she asked.
"Junior high. I was just twelve. After that, I found other things to do
with my summers."
"Too bad. That was when I started coming here."
"You like it?"
"I love it. It's nice to be able to get up here in the mountains and get
paid for it. And I really like working with the kids."
"Me too. Although I'm worried about three weeks of this."
"Of being surrounded by teenaged girls?"
"Yeah."
She grinned.
"It's probably the counselors you should be worried about."
The look on her face told me she wasn't exempting herself from that warning.
"Really?"
"Uh-huh. There's always a certain amount of fraternization going on, no
matter what Gerald tells us. You probably remember it from when you were a
camper."
"Not really."
"Oh. Well things have changed a bit since then."
"I guess so."
Her eyes dropped, and she seemed to be looking me over.
"You must work out a lot."
"Uh, yeah. I guess. I go for definition rather than bulk. I don't want a
lot of muscle mass to slow me down."
"Me too. I don't like those huge Arnold Schwartzenegger types. Lean and
mean, that's what I love."
She reached out and ran the tip of her index finger along my arm, looking
down to follow its path as she did. It moved up my arm, over my bicep, then
across my shoulder, finally tracing across my face to my nose. She wiggled my
nose a couple of times, then withdrew. She chewed on her lower lip for a
second, then smiled at me again.
"Uh," I said.
"What?" But it was obvious she knew damn well what.
Now, let me say that yes, I liked her and found her attractive-she had that
natural, fair-skinned, Nordic beauty that required very little assistance-but
Jesus, I'd just met her that afternoon. I couldn't decide if I was being
responsible for not wanting to move this fast or sexist for not being able to
handle a woman being this forward-which was no more forward than I often was
with women I pursued.
Grinning slyly, Kim reached for my hand and pulled it to her mouth. She
sucked my index finger between her lips, tonguing it. The feel of it-and the
thought of her doing that to other appendages-broke through the last of my
resistance. I leaned over, and she put her arms around me as I kissed her.
We rolled around together for about a minute, fondling each other, then she
rolled me on my back and rose up on her knees above me. She pulled off her
tank top, revealing small, firm breasts tipped with pink eraser-tip nipples.
I took a nipple in each hand and worked them back and forth. Kim sighed,
closing her eyes and holding her hands over mine as I played with her breasts.
"Keep doing that. I have very sensitive nipples."
"I can see that."
As I played with her, she ground herself down at me, soon getting my erection
rubbing against the crotch of her shorts. After a minute or two, she leaned
forward and began rubbing herself much harder, and about ten seconds later,
let out a squeak and tensed up. Her hands clawed at my shoulders for a few
seconds, then she relaxed and exhaled.
"Wow."
"Was that . . ?"
She smiled.
"Yes. I warned you about my nipples."
She leaned down and kissed me for a few seconds, then pulled off my T-shirt.
She licked at my nipples briefly, then slipped a hand into my shorts. She
found my erection and squeezed it tightly. Then she dug it out, slid down and
took me into her mouth.
She sucked my cock like she had sucked my finger, tightly and using her
tongue all over me. I hadn't gotten laid in a couple of months, and I was
worried about losing it too fast, which would happen if she kept up what she
was doing much longer.
I ran my hands through her long hair, feeling the bobbing motions of her
head, still not believing this was really happening. Just before I was about
to pull her off, she stopped, leaning back beside me. I kissed her again and
reached down to unbutton her shorts. She lifted up her butt and shoved shorts
and panties down together.
As was fairly obvious even with her clothes on, she was a natural blonde, and
I wanted a closer look at her. She lifted up her knees as I lowered myself,
taking my pillow and covering her face.
She was already wet, and I tasted her sweet fluid as I licked deeply into
her. Remembering what had happened earlier, I reached up to tweak her nipples
as I massaged her with my tongue. She groaned into my pillow, arching her
back. A minute of this was enough to have her thrashing on the bed, and she
finally reached down to claw at my arms as she came.
Not waiting for her to recover, I climbed up her body, slipping into her in
one quick movement. She groaned again, reaching for my butt as I buried
myself inside her. She felt hot, silky smooth around my cock, and having made
her come twice already, I released the brakes and concentrated on getting off
myself. She wrapped herself around me, arms and legs, and moaned into the
pillow.
I approached the critical moment rapidly, and before it was too late, I
slowed down and whispered into her ear.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes," she moaned, "come in me, come in me, please come in me . . ."
A few more rapid strokes were enough to do it, and I buried myself as far up
as I could get, squirting out long ribbons of sperm inside her. As it
happened, she clawed at my butt, groaning, and joined me in climax.
I caught my breath after a few moments and rolled off of her. She exhaled,
putting an arm on her forehead. I lay beside her and tried to absorb what had
just happened.
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