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XV.
The girls in the beginning class, Brittany included, were coming along quite
well. Amanda, though she had said no more than ten words to me since I had
met her, showed as much aptitude for martial arts as anyone in the class.
Brittany, of course, had thrown herself into it, and I had suggested more than
once that she think seriously about continuing after camp was over.
Monday morning, we began working on the last defensive maneuver I was going
to teach them. This was a combination of several blocks and punches they had
learned the previous week, but still a pretty simple move. I demonstrated it
a few times until I thought they had the idea, then had them work on it in
pairs.
As I watched them, I saw Barbara looking in the door. I walked over to talk
to her.
"How are things going?"
"Very well."
"I'm glad. From what I've been hearing, this has become a very popular
class."
"The girls certainly seem to enjoy it."
"Has Gerald mentioned to you about doing the second camp in July?"
"Yeah. I hadn't give it a lot of thought yet, to be honest."
"We don't need an answer right away. If you want to wait until camp is over,
that's fine."
"Gerald seemed to want an idea sooner than that."
"No. It's okay. I want you to get a complete idea of what's involved."
I thought about that for a second. She couldn't possibly suspect what was
going on-God knew what her reaction might be-but that was a weird thing to say
about my just teaching karate.
"Okay. Thanks."
She patted my shoulder and left. I stood there wondering what she had meant
when I saw Brittany watching me. She glanced away, not looking back.
Once again, Kim flagged me down when I jogged past the swim class.
"How did it go last night?"
"What did Brittany have to say?"
"Sorry. Counselor-client privilege."
I rolled my eyes.
"It went well. We had a long talk beforehand."
"Was it worth the wait?"
"Yes."
She and Monica both laughed.
"About Karin."
"Yes. She's decided that she definitely wants to do this."
"And you?"
"I've decided that it's not that big a deal. I'll do it for her. Okay with
you?"
I grinned.
"Don't make me look stupid trying to act nonchalant about it."
She groaned.
"God."
"Tonight?"
"Tomorrow night. We have something else going on tonight. But we'll see you
after lights-out."
I ate lunch with Cabin 9, and walked with Beth back to the cabins afterward.
"The menage is on."
"Kim told me. Apparently, this has become the issue of the week in Cabin 12.
It might not be the only one you enjoy this summer."
"I don't know whether to feel lucky or overworked."
She patted my shoulder.
"I'd go with lucky."
"Yeah. You know, I've been meaning to ask you. Just so I know where things
stand."
"What?"
"Is it just going to be Cabin 12 I'm dealing with? Or am I likely to see any
of your girls?"
She looked ahead of us, nodding.
"I know what you're worried about. No, you're probably not going to see any
of them. They love to talk about it, but I've seen no indication that any of
them are going to act on it. Frankly, if any of them wanted to, Lisa and I
would try to talk them out of it."
I exhaled.
"Please do. Fifteen is one thing, but . . ."
"Yeah. I know. Don't worry about it. There is a certain amount of intra-
cabin activity, but we look at that as less serious. It's really just
experimentation and playing around."
The hour between four and five in the afternoon was typically free time,
which the campers used for writing letters or quiet activities in the cabins.
I usually took the time to relax in my room.
I was lying on my bed reading, with the door open, when I heard someone on
the porch outside. I looked up to see Robin standing in the doorframe. She
had, as I said, a big head of thick, dark blonde hair, and a slim though nice-
developing body, but I was discovering that she had quite a brain to go with
the rest of it.
"Hey."
"Hi."
"What's up?"
"I just came over to see what you were doing."
"Reading."
"What are you reading?"
I looked back at the generic spy thriller I had in my hands, which was
nothing I wanted to discuss in depth.
"Trash. But too much literature isn't good for you."
"Oh. I like to read other stuff."
She glanced out the door, then back at me.
"Um, can I shut the door a sec?"
"Sure."
She closed the door and came into my room.
"There's another reason I came over. I just wanted to let you know that I
like you and all, but I'm probably not going to do anything like the other
girls. Not this summer. I just don't think I'm ready."
"That's perfectly all right. It's not up to me what happens. You don't have
to explain yourself."
Disappointing maybe, but all right. It would have been nice to get a closer
look at that cute butt of hers.
"I'll probably come back next year, and then maybe we can do something."
"I have no idea if I'm even coming back next month."
Confusion flashed over her face.
"But I thought they said-oh."
She put her hand over her mouth.
"Said what? What are you talking about?"
"Nothing. Never mind. I have to get back. I'll see you later, okay?"
She was out the door before I could respond.
I had that night off, so I went to bed early. But I began to feel thirsty
lying there in my bunk, and I finally got up and walked up toward the dining
hall. As I approached, I saw someone coming back down the hill from that
direction. The figure was backlit by the light from the dining hall, so I
couldn't immediately see who it was, although it looked-from the slight build-
to be one of the campers.
She noticed me about the time I realized who it was: Amanda. She jumped in
surprise when she saw me.
"Hi. What are you doing out here this late?"
"Nothing."
She stepped back from me, arms around herself, looking like a deer caught in
a pair of headlights.
"I don't think you ought to be out here. It's after lights out."
"I know. I'm going back to the cabin. Bye."
She walked rapidly down the hill, glancing nervously back at me once before
she disappeared into the trees.
I stood there, baffled. She could have come from the dining hall, but she
had seemed to have been coming around it, not out of it, and that still didn't
explain her surprise and nervousness at being discovered.
When I got to the dining hall, I got myself a paper cup of ice water and
walked outside. Further up the hill, toward the entrance to the camp, were
the horse stables, and it wasn't likely she had come from there, unless she
had somehow fallen in love with one of the horses and gone to feed it.
Possible, I supposed, but not likely. Off the other direction were the
athletic fields, and there was nothing there. The only other building up here
was the main hall, which held the meeting rooms, and Gerald and Barbara's
suite on the second floor. Could she have been seeing either of them for some
reason? Maybe, but why do it at ten-thirty at night, after lights out?
A little voice in my head suggested that I might not be the only one sampling
the local cuisine this summer. Except that if there was anyone I knew whom I
thought less likely to be chasing fourteen-year-old girls like Amanda, it was
Gerald Taylor. He and my father were both conservative Christian Republicans
from Pepperdine, and though I had avoided inheriting a lot of that stuffiness,
I could not imagine a less likely scenario than Gerald cheating on Barbara
with one of his campers. He took great pride in the fact that their camp was
one of the few single-sex camps left in Southern California, and the camp
brochures tended to run on about the "structured and moral environment" they
provided. The idea was alien to everything I knew about him.
So-Amanda had been up to something else. What was it? She hadn't been
coming from the dining hall. The horse idea seemed the only explanation, but
the more I thought about it, the sillier it sounded.
I went back to my cabin, still confused.
XVI.
I grabbed Kim after breakfast the next morning.
"Has Amanda gotten really into horseback riding?"
She looked at me curiously.
"No. She hates it. It's her least favorite activity. Why?"
"Well, last night I went to get something to drink from the dining hall after
lights out, and I ran into her coming down the hill. She acted very nervous
about being discovered and practically ran back to your cabin. She wasn't
coming from the dining hall, and I couldn't think of where else she was coming
from besides the stables."
The confusion drained from Kim's face, to be replaced by something else. The
pause in her response was slight, but I still caught it.
"Oh. No. I sent her up to the main building with a note for Gerald. It was
nothing."
She smiled and lowered her voice.
"So are you ready for tonight? Karin is really excited."
"Yeah."
"I'll see you later. Have a good class."
Amanda gave no indication of anything unusual during class, but that was
mainly because she was as quiet and reserved as she was every day. Brittany
continued to flirt with me, and that was enough to take my mind off this
mystery for most of the hour.
I went for my usual run afterward, then took a shower and went up the hill
for lunch. It was early, and I saw Phillip sitting by himself, so I took my
tray over to his table. He was a bit shorter than me, dark brown hair, and a
long smooth physique no doubt gained from years of competitive swimming. He
reminded me of Greg Louganis, which was appropriate considering Louganis was
gay too.
"Hey."
"Hey. How's karate?"
"Not bad. The kids are coming along really well. How's swimming?"
"The usual."
"You've been doing this a few years, right?"
"Yeah. Three years. I was a cabin counselor one year before that, and a
camper for about four years."
"Do you remember any incidents of counselors and campers maybe doing things
together that they shouldn't have?"
He stared at me for a long time before answering.
"Why?"
"I don't know. Last night, I came up here after lights out to get something
to drink, and I ran into one of the girls from my class coming down the hill.
She acted really nervous about being discovered, but the weird thing is I
can't figure out where she was coming from."
"Don't worry about it. The kids are always running around after dark. Did
you mention it to her counselor?"
"Yeah, Kim. She seemed to think it was nothing."
"I wouldn't worry about it then. It happens."
"Huh. Okay."
The rest of the day was uneventful, and I retired to my room to await Kim and
Karin. As much as I had fantasized about something like this over the years-
don't all men?-I wasn't sure what they had in mind. It looked as if, as odd
as it might be, that Karin would be calling the shots tonight.
They knocked on my door just after ten, and I let them in. Karin was
brimming with excitement, though Kim seemed, if anything, amused.
"Hello," she said.
"Hi."
Karin sat down on my bed, bouncing a few times.
"So what's on the agenda tonight?" I asked.
She looked at Kim, then back at me.
"I don't know. What do you think we should do?"
Kim groaned.
"This is getting much too scripted for my taste."
She sat next to Karin and played with her hair briefly.
"This bunk is too small for all three of us."
I realized she was right.
"Get up. Put that mattress on the floor and I'll get the one from the other
bunk."
The two of them pulled my mattress onto the floor of the room. I dragged the
unmade mattress off the other bunk and laid it next to them, then laid the
blanket over the top of the two mattresses.
Karin knelt down on the mattress and pulled off her T-shirt. She pulled Kim
down next to her and pulled off her tank top. I watched as they both removed
their bras, and I was treated to another sight of Karin's cute vanilla-ice-
cream tits.
"Come on," she said.
I lay down next to them and Karin crawled over so I was in the middle. She
leaned on my chest, arm folded, and looked over at Kim. Kim smiled at her,
then at me, and bent down to kiss me. I held onto them both as I kissed Kim.
Then Karin moved over, and I kissed her too. She giggled, and then pulled off
my T-shirt.
I pulled them both up and alternately suckled their breasts, examining the
contrasts between Kim's firmer, broader tits and Karin's soft peachy mounds.
I suckled both of them until I had two sets of nipples erect and swollen.
Kim turned, bending down to lick my nipples. Karin followed her, matching
her actions on the other side. I held both of their heads and watched. Kim
slipped a hand into my shorts and began pulling on my erection. Karin reached
down and unbuttoned the waist, exposing my cock trapped in Kim's fist.
Kim continued south, and Karin followed her. Soon both of them were taking
turns sucking on me, switching off every five or ten seconds. Karin seemed to
be getting an enormous kick out of this, constantly checking my reactions and
Kim's.
After few minutes, I pulled Karin up to my side. I kissed her strongly for a
few seconds, and began pulling off her shorts. I felt Kim moving around, and
she appeared on the other side. We repositioned ourselves so Karin was in the
middle.
Kim took one breast; I took the other. I had never seen two women together
before, so I couldn't resist watching every move she made. Karin lay back,
sighing, and held us. I watched as Kim slid a hand between Karin's legs and
began to masturbate her. She-no surprise-clearly knew what she was doing, and
I let go of Karin's tit to slide down and watch. She saw me, tweaked Karin's
clit a few more times, then moved out of the way.
Karin was already getting wet, and I soon had her fluids flowing out onto my
tongue. Kim continued to work on Karin's breasts, playing with the one she
wasn't sucking on. Karin began to whimper, breathing hard, and reached down
for my hand.
As she had the first night, she came quickly and easily, arching her back and
squeezing my hand. When it subsided, Kim slid down to take my place, and I
crawled up to suckle Karin's breasts.
Kim extended her tongue into Karin, looking up at the-no doubt-goofy look on
my face. Karin reached out and gripped Kim's hair, wrapping her other arm
around my back. I watched as closely as I could, but the novelty of it wore
off pretty quickly. Karin's second and third orgasms came in a few minutes,
and Kim climbed up to kiss her.
Karin pushed her up further, and pulled Kim's breasts to her lips. Then,
after a minute of this, Kim maneuvered over Karin's mouth, and settled down
over Karin's busy little tongue.
I crawled around behind Kim to get a better look, watching Karin licking
rapidly away. I reached down and began to slide a finger between Karin's
thighs, masturbating her gently as she ate Kim. I slipped my index finger
inside her, and used my thumb to softly stroke her clitoris.
Kim was soon moaning and shuddering over Karin's face, but Karin was equally
aroused. She humped my fingers as she ate Kim, and when Kim finally shook in
orgasm, Karin joined her a moment later. Kim rode out the last twitches of
her climax, then flopped onto the mattress next Karin.
I grabbed a condom from under the bed and rolled it on. Kim was still on her
side, recovering, so I crawled up over Karin. She put her arms around me as I
slipped inside her. I tasted Kim in her mouth as I kissed her.
Kim watched, smiling, as I made love to Karin. She stroked my back or played
with Karin's hair, but otherwise did nothing. Karin was still far more
aroused than I was, and I brought her off twice in about five minutes. Then
she pushed me off.
"Come with Kim. I want to watch."
Kim rolled on her back and guided me into her. She bit at my shoulder and
wrapped her legs around mine. Karin sat up on her knees, then rolled over on
her other side to look at where I was thrusting into her counselor.
"It's ob/gyn night," I whispered to Kim, and she began laughing.
"Give her something to watch, then," she moaned.
I released the brakes and began driving more forcefully into her. She rolled
her hips up at me, spreading herself open. She dug her fingers into my back,
groaning.
"Faster . . . like that."
I obliged, speeding my thrusts. It wouldn't last much longer, but I could
tell she getting close. She began to gasp, then shake, then finally threw her
head back into the mattress. When I felt her spasming around me, I let loose,
firing off long spurts of come inside her. We shook together for a few
moments, finally melting back into the bed. I lay there for a few seconds,
then rolled off. Karin was at the end of the mattress, grinning.
"Wow."
Kim reached out for her.
"Come here."
She crawled up between us, and Kim hugged her. When she let go, Karin turned
over and hugged me.
"Thanks. This was a lot of fun."
"Good," Kim said. "But don't get used to it."
We got dressed a little later, and they helped me put the bunks back
together. Karin kissed me quickly on the lips, and Kim gave me a hug.
"Beth is very lucky," she whispered to me.
"I don't know what will happen with that."
She smiled.
"Deny it all you want. Good night."
XVII.
Beth appeared at my door the next morning just before I left for breakfast.
"Hey."
"How did it go?"
"It was all Karin. But I think we got it out of her system."
"I was laying in bed last night wondering what was going on."
"It was less than you might think."
She took my hand, moving in closer.
"Would you ever want to do that with me?"
I had to take a moment to get a grip on my surprise.
"Would you?"
"I know Kim was reluctant. I was hoping she would say no, so I could have
volunteered."
"Seriously?"
"Yes. I've thought about trying it, it was just a question of finding the
right people."
"Why didn't you say something?"
"Because it wasn't my place. This job isn't about satisfying our own
fetishes. Karin asked Kim to do it, so I wouldn't have stuck my nose into it
unless I was needed."
I looked into her eyes for a moment.
"I would like that. But it's something that probably has to wait."
"Probably. I just wanted to get that off my chest. So you knew how I feel."
I kissed her quickly.
"Okay. Thanks."
After class, Brittany tended to linger around the room chatting with me, or
just not wanting to leave immediately. That morning, she stayed, doing some
stretches, until everyone else was gone.
"Hey."
She looked up.
"What?"
"How much do you know about Amanda?"
She shrugged.
"Not a lot. She's really quiet. I know she's from Torrance, but beyond that
I haven't talked to her much. Even in class."
"You haven't noticed her doing anything weird, especially at night?"
Her face creased in distress, and she bit her lip.
"No."
"Oh, come on. I'm not stupid."
"I'm just not supposed to talk about it."
"Even with me? I thought was in on this."
"I'm sorry. They told me not to."
"Who?"
Her jaw began to vibrate.
"Please don't."
Seeing the distress in her face, I backed off.
"Okay. Never mind. It isn't anything bad, though?"
"No. It's not that big a deal. But there's other stuff that's related, and
that's what I'm not supposed to tell you. I shouldn't even be talking like
this."
"Okay. I'm sorry. Forget I even asked. You'd better go."
"Thanks."
She grabbed her workout bag and left quickly. Whatever this was, it didn't
look like I was going to get to the bottom of it any time soon.
The remainder of the day was uneventful. I had lunch with the male
counselors, then did my two afternoon classes. Michelle and Karin got into a
giggling fit during class, and I had to stop to get them to calm down. Then I
went back to my cabin to change into my swim trunks.
I hadn't gone swimming much since coming to camp, since I had to compete with
a lot of campers, but I was in the mood this afternoon. Two o'clock was when
Cabins 9 and 10 had their swim classes, and I saw Lisa and Beth on a bench
watching their kids. I walked up and greeted them.
"We're off again tomorrow night, right?"
"Yeah," Beth said. "I wasn't sure what to do."
"Want to go get dinner? Just the two of us?"
She smiled.
"Sure."
"Okay."
I wanted to bend down and kiss her, but knew better.
"Going swimming?" Lisa asked.
"Just for a little bit."
I dropped my towel on a bench and waded out into the water. I got a few
giggly glances from the girls on the dock, but otherwise no one interrupted
me. I swam out past the floats marking the edge of the swimming area,
stopping to make sure no one was around to run me over with a speedboat. I
saw a couple of people on jet skis a good half-mile away, but otherwise this
end of the lake was clear.
Big Bear is an alpine lake, even though it's in Southern California, so the
water was cold and clear. I swam out until I could get a good view of the
entire camp.
From my spot out on the water, things looked distressingly normal. If I
stayed here, I could let myself drift-mentally and physically-back to a world
where young girls didn't come to camp to lose their virginities and engage in
lesbian orgies. As much as Kim and Beth's explanations made some sense, I
couldn't help wondering what I had gotten myself into. The whole spring
semester, I had gotten laid exactly twice. Hell, I'd slept with a whopping
total of six girls in my entire life up to that point. Now I had almost
doubled that figure in less than two weeks. And certain people were making
noises about my doing this again next month.
The paradox of this situation kept floating back up in my mind. What was
this secret free-love sorority doing in one of the more conservative summer
camps in the state? What would Gerald and Barbara do if they knew about this?
Yet how could they not know about it? Something was seriously out of whack
here.
"'Lay on, MacDuff,'" I said to myself, "'and damn'd be he who first cries,
"Hold, enough!"'"
I ate dinner with Cabin 12, spending most of the meal discussing "Macbeth"
with Robin. She had a surprising number of trenchant insights into what was a
pretty difficult work that she hadn't even finished yet. Despite my
ruminations out on the lake that afternoon, I couldn't resist thinking what
she would be like in bed. She wasn't as sharply pretty as Karin or as
voluptuous as Brittany, but damn, this intellectual connection we had made was
getting to me.
Wednesday was Movie Night, so I followed the campers to the main hall after
dinner. Brittany sat next to me, with Beth on the other side. Afterward, I
lingered with some of the other counselors and had a soda. Brittany stood
near me but didn't say much. She followed me out when I finished.
"Speak," I said when we were outside. "Don't just stand there."
She fidgeted for a second.
"Do you like Robin?"
"She's nice. But she's not interested in anything this summer."
"Oh. Can I come see you tonight?"
"Sure."
"Thanks."
I rubbed her hair playfully, and she laughed.
Beth walked up, putting her hand on my shoulder.
"What's going on over here?"
"Nothing. Brittany just wanted to get on my dance card tonight."
She glanced at Brittany, who looked a little embarrassed, and smiled.
"Oh, well. I just came over here to ask you the same thing. I guess I can
wait until tomorrow."
"Um," Brittany said.
"What?"
She squirmed again.
"If you want, you could come too."
Beth and I glanced at each other, then back at her. Neither of us said
anything.
"After what Karin and Kim did, I was just thinking. If it's okay. I don't
want to cause any trouble."
Beth put her hand on Brittany' shoulder.
"Are you sure, honey?"
She shrugged.
"It's just an idea."
"If it's what you want, we can."
Brittany took a deep breath, then finally smiled.
"Okay."
Beth kissed her.
"You better go tell Kim."
"Okay. See you tonight."
She turned and ran off.
"Whoa," I said.
"I know. I'm shocked. I'd better talk to Kim about this. Just so I'm clear
on a few things."
"Yeah."
She kissed me, and followed Brittany down the path. So much for the real
world, I thought.
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