Summer camp was one of my favorite summer activities when I was young. My parents would normally send me for a week or two and they were always happy times. When I grew too old to be a camper I decided to stay on as a counselor, and suddenly the place took on a whole new life. Camp shuts down at night for the kids, but starts to kick into gear for the counselors.
Things got especially out of hand during the session breaks – Saturday nights. The camp was empty of kids and most counselors drove home. A few, who either had no vehicle or lived too far away to go home, hung out in the camp on Saturday nights. Usually one of the older counselors would make a run to a liquor store and bring back a large bottle of something cheap to make the night more interesting.
One of the last session breaks of the summer turned into a very interesting night for me. A small group was sitting in a cabin in the women's unit, passing around a bottle of cheap vodka. There were maybe 10 of us, and I was the youngest so they kept the bottle away from me. Bastards. Anyway, the group was entirely paired up, men to women, except for Ellie and me. Ellie was short and pretty with large breasts and a short pixie haircut. She was drinking heavily because her steady boyfriend, Mason, had just left camp for good, having to report to training camp for his football team. Mason was a jock, big and strong, handsome enough to make you sick, and a real ladies man. Ellie was heart-broken, and by her increasingly slurred words, drunk and horny as hell.
The other couples were nice enough to her and tried to cheer her up, but as the candles burned low and the buzzes increased, people started to get silly. I wasn't planning anything but I was sure lusting after Ellie. I figured I'd be jerking off in an hour or so but I could live with it. The girls I had been fooling around with that summer had all gone home for the weekend and I was a little bit of an outsider in this group. They all knew me and the counselors weren't really clique-ish, I just hadn't spent much time with the particular people in the group.
Eventually somebody suggested a skinny dip at the pool. What group of horny, drunken teenagers is going to refuse that? Everybody jumped at the idea, even Ellie who was normally a little more reserved. I got the job of being her chaperone for the evening since everybody else was "taken." I didn't mind – she was nice to look at even if she was poor company, and skinny dipping with beautiful women is always fun.
The pool was close, but also closed. We knew we would have to sneak in. The fence was tall and tipped with barbed wire but the bathhouse had no roof and nothing but height to deter us. The men could easily grab the top with a strong jump but the women needed some help. We sent 2 men over the wall and then helped all the women over. I was the last one in, and what a sight it was to see.
We didn't have the key to turn on the lights but a bright clear moon lit up those beautiful young bodies quite nicely. I was about to disrobe when I noticed Ellie fully clothed and just dangling her feet in the water. This would not do.
"Come on Ellie! Are you going to be the only person here with clothes on?" I asked as I sat next to her and started taking off my shoes and socks.
"Well, I thought I might sit here for a little while first," she slurred, more than a little tipsy. Her voice clearly conveyed her sorrow at her missing boyfriend.
"You still miss him, don't you?"
She nodded silently, looking down into the folded hands in her lap. I extended a comforting hand around her shoulders and hugged her a little, keeping it entirely friendly.
"Hey, I can't tell you how to feel, but I bet if you get in and have some fun you'll feel a little better." Just then, a drunk, naked Victor ran up on the dive board, threw his head back and gave a Tarzan yell, then jumped ass first into the water near the others. I saw Ellie smile and chuckle at that.
"See, you can still have some fun." I stood up and quickly got naked, tossed my clothes well away from the splash zone, and jumped in. The water felt wonderful in this early August heat and the sensation on my privates made me instantly aware that I was not getting laid tonight – unlike almost everybody else here. I figured I needed to come up with something to keep people occupied in a group for a little while so I jumped back out and grabbed a kick-ball. I tossed it in the water near the rest of the group and they quickly started a game of toss-around.
What simple pleasures, being young, naked and carefree. Even though I wasn't getting any, I had a great time watching the other girls play. We tossed the ball around for a little while, but Ellie just sat and watched. I eventually went to one of the girls and suggested she try to pressure Ellie into joining us.
"Come on, Tits, get in the fucking water!" she yelled. "Tits" was apparently her nickname. It was appropriate. Her large, round breasts were the envy of every woman and the lust of every man, and set on her smallish frame they looked amazing.
"I don't want to. I'm cold."
They started splashing at her and she retreated, yelling at them to stop. They were too far gone by now to play nicely and they kept taunting her and splashing so I figured it was time to get her out of there.
I jumped out and scolded them playfully for a moment, then grabbed my clothes. I went over to Ellie near the bathhouse and dried off on somebody else's clothes. I know that was mean but my reasoning was, "hey, screw 'em."
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I just want to go back to my cabin," she said, still a little pissed from the splashing.
"No problem – I'll take you back." I was fully clothed by now, and I realized that we had a problem - the wall. "Um....shit."
"What?
"We need to get you over that wall."
"Oh, yeah."
We went over to the bath house and I was able to let her climb me to an extent, then push her up to the top of the wall with a hand on her pretty little ass. I jumped up myself, but before I could get to the other side to help her down she jumped on her own. I heard a squeal of pain as I vaulted the top and I saw Ellie in a pile on the ground. I landed next to her and bent down to help her up.
"Are you OK?" I asked, holding out my hand.
"I think so. Hurt my ankle," she drawled, a mixture of alcohol and southern accent. I helped her sit up and took her leg in my hands, feeling for a serious injury. There were no protruding bones or blood, and she didn't protest as I slowly rotated her ankle, so we figured she would be fine.
I helped her up and placed an arm around her to help support her as we hobbled slowly back to her cabin. My hand was in a wonderful spot, just below her breast and in excellent contact. It was all I could do to not twist my hand and palm that lovely thing.
Trying to hold her up was difficult with our mismatched heights, so after a few dozen yards I just scooped her up in my arms and carried her. She gave a little "Whee!" sound as I lifted her and threw her arm over my shoulder; her head nestled into my neck. Her other hand rested against my chest and she snuggled into me a little.
"You're strong," she said quietly into my chest.
