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VII.
I ate with the other male counselors again that night, though I got another
invitation to sit with Kim and Monica's group. Although I liked Kim, I
figured it wasn't wise to be too obvious about it, and I still wasn't entirely
sure I trusted her.
After dinner, Kim came up and pulled me aside.
"How are you doing? Did the classes go okay this afternoon?"
"Uh, fine. But something funny is going on, and I can't help but suspect it
has something to do with what you told me last night. Or rather what you
didn't tell me."
"It does. Beth is going to come by your room tonight after lights out and
explain."
That knocked me back a second.
"Beth?"
"Remember what I said about keeping an open mind. And don't get possessive
on me, okay? I told you I have a boyfriend."
I exhaled.
"If this is what I think it is, I'm not sure I like it. I don't like getting
passed around like a dress."
She snorted.
"Please. It's not going to be like that. Just give us a chance to explain."
She took my hand and squeezed it.
"This isn't as cold-blooded as you think. Please don't jump to any
conclusions yet."
I stared at her for a few moments.
"If this is some sick joke at my expense-"
"It's not. I promise. Beth will explain. I can't do it out here."
"Okay."
Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, she kissed me briefly.
"Good night."
I watched her walk off and tried to get grip on myself.
Just after ten, there was a soft knock on my door.
"Come on in."
The door opened, and Beth entered. She wore the same shorts and T-shirt I'd
seen on her earlier. Her hair was straight and deep copper-toned, down about
to her breasts, which as I said, were quite prominent. I fixed her age at
about twenty-two, the same as me. As annoyed as I was at this bizarre
mystery, I couldn't help feeling a thrill at having Beth alone in my room.
Jesus God, she was a babe.
"Hi."
"Hi."
She came over and sat on the end of my bed.
"Kim told you I was coming over."
"Right."
"She said you're not entirely comfortable with this."
"I don't know for sure what 'this' is, but I told her I'd listen to you."
"That's all we ask. If you say no, we'll survive, although the rest of camp
may be kind of dull. But you'll break about fifteen hearts if you do."
"Gotcha. So explain."
She scooted back on the bed and leaned against the wall.
"You've known Gerald a while, right?"
"All my life. He's a friend of my Dad's."
"And you've been up here before. But just for the boy's camp."
"Right. And not since I was twelve."
"Okay. Certain things go on here that Gerald isn't aware of. There's a
group of us, counselors and campers, who have been coming here for a long
time. It's sort of a secret sorority. Once you're in, you agree to keep
coming back if you can. If you're still into it when you get older, you put
in your time as a counselor, like I'm doing. Then it's your job to pick the
new girls."
"You and Kim? Your cabins are this sorority?"
"Right, Cabin 9, with me and Lisa, and Cabin 12, with Kim and Monica. Most
of their girls are already part of it, but ours are the twelve and thirteen-
year-olds, and only about half of them, the older ones, are in."
"And . . . what exactly is the point of this thing?"
She took a deep breath.
"This sorority of ours is a tradition around here. It's been going on for
years, long before I first showed up as a camper. This being one of the few
single sex camps left, the parents who send their kids here tend to be on the
conservative side. A lot of their girls come up here ready to run wild, and
rather than suppress it the way their parents might do, we try to guide and
nurture it. We try to help them deal with feelings and desires they can't
express elsewhere. Feelings their parents might not approve of. It's a
structured environment to help them feel good about themselves instead of
scared and ashamed."
"Okay. That's wonderful. But can we stop talking in circles?"
She rolled her eyes.
"Typical man. I'm trying to explain the reasoning behind this, so you
understand that it's not just some wild orgy. This supposed to be a positive
experience for them, and I need you to have the right attitude about it. Kim
thought you could. Maybe she was wrong."
"Well, it would help if you were clearer about this."
"All right. Fair enough. What we do is pick girls who are showing signs of
blossoming sexuality. Our goal is to avoid what often happens when young
girls with active sex drives grow up in repressive environments. It's an
attempt to avoid the promiscuity, and worse, that often breaks loose at some
point. Although we're helping them become sexually active, we do it
responsibly, rather than let them experiment on their own and get pregnant or
contract an STD or God knows what else. Some of our girls are straight, some
gay, some bisexual. We teach them how to deal with their feelings. How to
decide how to express them. How to be responsible about it. And how to make
love, if it's what they want."
I suddenly realized what Kim had been getting at with her suggestions about
Karin the previous night. The import of what Beth really meant smacked into
me hard.
"Are you saying . . . you want my help with this?"
"Yes. Some of the girls want to lose their virginity this summer. We need a
guy who can do that, and be mature and discreet about it."
It took me a few moments to come up with something to say, and I still
couldn't think of an intelligent response.
"They're all virgins? Even the ones who are in already?"
"Yes. Last summer, when the older girls might have done it, didn't quite
work out right. I won't go into the details now, but it's why we need someone
new."
"The girls in my class . . . are they part of this sorority?"
"The ones from our cabins, yes. But they haven't all been brought in yet.
Zo� is part of it. The other two of mine haven't. So you may notice Zo�
behaving a little differently than Nicole and Rachel, until we bring them in."
"I already have."
"I'm not surprised. The girls are always a little frisky the first few days
of camp. We're trying to get them to calm down about it. We don't want to
get you in trouble."
"What about Kim's girls?"
"Karin and Michelle are in. Brittany and Amanda aren't. Don't worry about
them now. Wait until we've explained everything to them."
"When?"
"Tomorrow night. We break this to them in stages, so it will be a while
before you do anything with any of the new kids. It may not even happen with
them this time."
"How do you know they'll want to do this?"
"We don't. But there are almost never problems, because we only pick from
the girls who have been here a few years. We watch the young kids, and we
pick the ones who seem to need what we can offer them. There's a lot to the
selection process that I won't go into, but we know what we're doing."
I was still half in shock, but I thought I could see what she meant.
"What you're talking about, with me, it's not just about losing their
virginity?"
"No. It's a holistic approach. And as I said, not all of the girls are
straight. There will be a lot more going on that won't involve you, just the
girls alone."
"Together?"
"With us, the counselors, and each other."
"You and Kim, and the others? You're doing this too?"
"Yes. The counselors have to be gay or bi, because otherwise there's no
point. Monica and Lisa are lesbians. You won't be seeing much of them."
"Isn't Lisa wearing an engagement ring?"
"Yes. It's from her girlfriend."
"Does . . . does she know?"
"Lisa's girlfriend? Yes. She understands. Kim's boyfriend doesn't, and I
don't think she would ever tell him. Men seem to be less understanding about
this than women."
I wondered how I would feel about my girlfriend doing this. If she was
bisexual, and just sleeping with the campers . . . maybe.
Except-Kim hadn't just slept with her campers. She had slept with me,
probably to see if I could deal with this crazy idea. That was when another
realization hit me. There was probably a reason Beth had come here tonight
instead of Kim.
"But you aren't a lesbian."
"No. I'm bi."
I paused.
"Like Kim."
"Yes."
"Who came over here last night."
She smiled.
"Yes. We have to see what the girls would be getting into, you know?"
She leaned forward and crawled over to straddle my legs.
"Which is not to say," she said as she sat back on her ankles, "I might not
be interested in this otherwise. The circumstances would just be different."
"That's why Kim came in here? A test drive?"
She sighed.
"I know that sounds cold, but yes. These are young girls we're talking
about, remember. We had to be sure you could make love to them, not just pop
them and send them home. If you hadn't impressed Kim, we wouldn't have told
you anything about the sorority. She would just have acted like she was horny
one night and left it at that."
"Oh."
"Any more questions?"
"I don't know."
"So are you interested in helping us with this?"
"I have to think about it."
Her face dropped a little. She looked at me for a moment.
"I understand. Should I go back?"
The thought of her leaving jerked at my gut.
"Do I need to make a decision tonight?"
"No. Sleep on it if you want. That's okay."
We stared at each other for a second or two.
"Do you want to leave?"
She smiled.
"Do you want me to?"
I didn't want to lie to her.
"No. But I don't want you to think I'm just agreeing to help you just to
keep you from leaving."
She didn't respond right away.
"I was going to leave. But I'd rather not. I won't make it conditional. If
you want me to stay, I will."
I couldn't resist sliding my hands onto her smooth, muscular legs. This
close, her incandescent beauty was almost overpowering.
She looked down at my hands and smiled.
"I saw you checking out my tits this morning. Trying to figure out if
they're real?"
I gulped.
"Yeah."
"Well . . ."
She took my hands. For a split-second I felt like I was watching this on
television. She couldn't possibly be about to do what she was obviously going
to do.
" . . . see for yourself."
She put my hands on her breasts and pulled them close. The feel of her firm,
bountiful flesh against my palms knocked me out of my inertia. I gave her
breasts a gentle squeeze and caressed them. Real, all right. Definitely
real, and very nice. I could feel her nipples erecting against my palms.
"Mmm. I don't have a boyfriend like Kim, so take your time. It's been a
little while."
"You're kidding."
"Oh, don't do that. Please."
"What?"
"Think, 'She's so good-looking, she must have fifty boyfriends.' It's not
like that. I seem to intimidate most guys. I get a lot of attention but not
a lot of dates. The guys I seem to like, they're too scared to ask me out,
and if I get the least bit forward, they run away."
"I'm sorry."
"I don't want to talk about that. You don't have a girlfriend, do you?"
"No."
"Good."
She leaned forward, leaving my hands on her breasts, and kissed me. As she
had requested, I kept it slow and let her take the lead. I caressed her
breasts as she hung over me, just kissing her for a long time. Then she
leaned back, pulling off her T-shirt and her bra. Her breasts were quite firm
for their size, and hadn't yet begun to sag. I have big hands, but couldn't
quite get her all into one handful.
She leaned down to kiss me again, and I went back to fondling her breasts.
Her long red hair fell down around our faces. She stretched out her legs,
rolling over next to me. I rolled on my side and began kissing my way down to
her breasts. I worked on them for while, licking and sucking back and forth.
I sucked on her nipples until they were bright red and swollen. She sighed
and held me close.
After few minutes of this, she came to life, pulling off my shirt and pushing
me over to suck on my nipples. She licked down toward my shorts, then pulled
those off too. She looked up at me, smiling, then took most of my cock into
her mouth. Unlike Kim, who was somewhat more creative with her cocksucking,
Beth just sucked hard and moved up and down slowly. She watched my reaction,
smiling around my stiff penis.
I pulled her up when I felt myself getting close. She unbuttoned her shorts
and shoved them off. I pulled her closer, getting her to squat over my face.
She folded her arms against the wall and leaned forward.
Her red pubic hair was trimmed closely, leaving her exposed to my attentions.
It took only a few minutes of spinning and teasing with my tongue to have her
gasping above me. I held on to her tight buttocks, keeping her close, and she
finally let out a long whine, biting the edge of her hand. Her stomach
started to shake, and she dissolved into orgasm. Toward the end of it, she
lifted up from my face, gasping for breath.
I gave her five seconds or so to recover, then pulled her back down. She
resisted me weakly, whimpering when I began licking her again. Then she began
to moan and shake again, and soon came a second time. This time, her
convulsions were stronger, and she finally threw herself down onto the bed,
shaking and shivering.
"Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, shit."
She reached for my hand and squeezed it.
I lay next to her for a minute while she caught her breath. Her eyes
fluttered open, rolling around dizzily. She reached down for my cock,
stroking it. Then she curled around and took my back into her mouth, sucking
it hard for a few seconds.
She let go and lay back on the bed, pulling me on top of her.
"Fuck me, please fuck me now."
I moved between her thighs and thrust forward. She arched her back, digging
her nails into my butt. I buried myself up to the root, grinding the base of
my cock against her clit. I pulled up, giving her deep thrusts against her
pubic bone. She grabbed at my back, pulling me down to kiss her. I
penetrated her from both directions for about five seconds before lifting up.
I looked down, watching my cock sliding in and out of her red-haired mound.
She pulled up her legs, spreading herself open, then reached out to grab the
headrail of my bed.
"Fuck me," she groaned through her teeth, "fuck me, fuck me hard."
I tried to oblige, thrusting hard against her as far in as I could get. I
watched her breasts shaking with each thrust, and bent down to bite and suck
at her nipples. Twenty seconds of this had her whining and whimpering through
her nose. I could see the muscles on her arms standing out as she held
tightly onto the bedrail, pushing herself back at me. Then she began to
shake, her legs flailing wildly around me, and burst into climax. That broke
through the last of my control, and I squirted off helplessly inside her. We
shook together in orgasm for a good ten seconds before I collapsed on top of
her. She let go of the bedrail and lay there as if dead.
When I had caught my breath, I rolled off of her. She rolled over with me,
throwing her arm over my chest.
"I wish I could sleep here," she said a few minutes later. Her face was
still buried against my arm, her red hair splayed all over my shoulder and
chest.
I glanced at my watch.
"You really should get back."
"I know."
She sat up, running her hands through her hair, then looked down at me,
smiling.
"You can't do the girls like that. You'll kill them."
"Sorry."
She laughed.
"Thanks. That was . . . very nice."
"Yeah."
"I don't usually swear like that. I don't know what came over me."
She reached for her clothes and began getting dressed. I watched her,
suddenly wondering if I was going to see her after camp was over. I wanted to
kick myself for even thinking it, because I knew it wouldn't happen, not the
way things seemed to be going with this crazy sorority thing. Goddamn it, I
thought-I'm such a sucker for redheads.
But I couldn't stop myself.
"Where do you live?"
She glanced at me, not answering right away.
"Pasadena. You?"
"By U.S.C."
"Let's not talk about that now. Don't ruin it, okay? A lot may happen over
the next few weeks."
"Okay."
She stroked my arm.
"I'm not saying no, just let's put that discussion on hold."
"You're right."
She bent down and kissed me for a few seconds.
"See you tomorrow."
"One last thing."
"What?"
"You said you're going to break it to the new girls tomorrow. What about the
others? When is this going to start?"
"Are you saying yes?"
"I just wanted to know."
"Well, it would be soon. Kim is having trouble holding some of them back."
She kissed me again.
"Good night."
"Good night."
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