This piece has been written based on a real life scenario about a young high school graduate. She collaborated on certain details of the events. She is also a literotica author. She’s known here as cheveuxroux. The names have been changed to protect the guilty. This is only the first chapter in the events of that summer. More will follow.
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You remember that summer after high school graduation when our hearts were filled with the wonder of having actually graduated and that slight little twinge of anticipation mixed with a minor feeling of fear knowing that in a few short weeks we would be heading off to the University? This is a tale of one such young high school graduate.
Shawna Stone, a pretty five foot three inch high school grad was about to embark on the most memorable summer of her life. The fiery red haired girl was ebullient and bubbly and much more mature than her eighteen years suggested. Though not a super model in her appearance, she was nonetheless a real beauty. Her sparkling red hair topped a pretty face, and a voluptuous body, sporting big breasts that still had the proud presentation of youth. Her interests included the theater, music and the arts. She had graduated high in her class roster. And her future looked bright. But there was a secret that dwelled deep within Shawna. She was a submissive. She had learned she was one several years ago when she began surfing the Internet. Unbeknownst to her, she was about to experience Dominance and submission first hand. Shawna had long had a crush on the high school drama coach. Stan Liverpool was tall with a flashing smile that added to an outgoing personality. He had a shaved head and sported an earring. Shawna was quite taken with him in a manner that was far from just a high school crush. The number of single teachers who openly flirted with him validated her interest in her own mind. She could sense a power and intenseness about him that intrigued her, especially given her growing interest in D/s. Little did Shawna know that this summer would be her introduction into a lifestyle that would bring her great joy for the rest of her life.
During that first week of summer vacation, Shawna received a phone call one afternoon. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard Stan Liverpool’s deep resonant voice greet her on the other end of the phone. It seemed that there was a band camp starting next week for middle schoolers and incoming freshman. And the enrollment numbers had jumped creating the need for another counselor. The camp was two weeks long and Stan wanted to know if she would be interested. Feeling a little twitch between her legs as she thought about being in such close personal surroundings with her favorite high school teacher, She jumped at the chance. He told her he would call tomorrow, so he could set a time to bring by some printed information.
The week progressed slowly for Shawna. Her excitement grew as the days crawled by. The personal visit she and Mr. Liverpool had kept her horny and wet for a couple of days afterwards. She practically swooned when he told her that she was no longer a student, but a young adult now and she might start calling him Stan. And when he stuck out his hand to shake her hand for coming to his rescue, she just couldn’t help moving in and giving him a hug.
Finally the day had arrived. Stan picked her up and they headed to the high school parking lot where the participants of the camp were to assemble. She went about her duties of checking the kids in with an air of commitment. She was out to impress her high school heartthrob. With clipboard in hand, she boarded bus #1. She was now in charge of this excited bunch of youngsters.
They next two weeks were filled with seminars and introduction classes for new instruments as each child was encouraged to learn the basics of at least one new instrument. Rehearsals were held; some light music history was thrown in. And some good old-fashioned summer fun was added to round things out. Cookouts featured hot dogs and hamburgers, canoeing on the lake was offered and evening marshmallow roasts were held after sun down. And all through those two wonderful relaxing, hectic weeks, Shawna never passed up the chance to flirt with Stan. Whenever they talked, she would find an excuse to touch him some way. She had brought lots of tops that accentuated her big youthful breasts. Then an incident occurred that would add much fuel to Shawna’s burning desire to have Stan.
Stan and three of the counselors were on the lake in canoes with some of the kids. Shawna was in command of one canoe, as was Stan, Chrissie, and Matt. They were having a ball and were out in the middle of the lake. Canoes tend to tip over easily especially when filled with inexperienced kids. And as luck would have it, one capsized dumping kids and counselor in to the water. As with most accidents, panic erupted and suddenly this quiet lake was transformed into a life and death battleground. Righting a canoe and getting back on board is no easy task for one calm adult. But it was becoming impossible to get the waterlogged kids back to a safe haven. Stan, being always alert to the possibility of something going wrong had tossed a life raft kit into his canoe. When tightly packed the life raft is no more than a couple of Feet Square, so it fit neatly under one seat. Grabbing it, he pulled the ripcord and threw the thing in the water toward the canoe in trouble. It inflated immediately into a safe haven for at least eight full-grown adults. All of this took just a few seconds as the kids flailed in the water. Although most were good swimmers and the rest passable, the shock of the capsizing canoe, the cold water and the screaming had caused a panic among those in the water. The counselor was having much difficulty controlling the situation. Shawna watched in horror as one young middle school girl was losing the fight. She immediately placed the oldest of her kids in charge and rolled over the side of the canoe into the water. Though her canoe wobbled dangerously close to overturning, the kids stabilized it and no further danger occurred. Shawna swam with deliberate strong strokes toward the kids in the water. Meanwhile out of her line of site, Stan had also entered the water. The two of them got each of the five children calmed down and into the life raft. She and Stan then scrambled on board the life raft and pulled the other counselor in with them. Shouting for the remaining canoes to follow them, Stan began to paddle the raft toward shore. Shawna had ended up in front of Stan, with the only other adult on the opposite side, paddling also. As Stan worked deliberately, Shawna turned and faced him.
“You OK?” she asked.
“Yeah, fine, thanks. How about you.” He replied as his sinewy arms moved the paddle through the water effortlessly.
In an unconscious movement, Shawna reached out and brushed a lock of hair away from Stan’s face. “I’m good.” She replied. The touch of her hand on Stan’s face caused a ripple of electricity to course through her. Her already erect nipples pressed even harder against her wet tank top. His eye inadvertently dropped to her chest.
In his first ever flirtation with his young protégé, he smiled. “A little cold, Shawna?” he said with a teasing glint in his eyes.
