Author's notes:
1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.
2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author's knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.
3. All characters in this story are aged 18 or older.
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"Do you have anything planned for your vacation?" Mom asked as we ate breakfast the morning after school had finished.
"No, I've been so focused on exams that I haven't even thought about it. Now I have several weeks of nothing, but I guess something will turn up. I haven't even applied for college yet, but they said I can always put in a late application if I need to. I haven't even decided what to enrol in, thinking possibly psychology, but nothing definite."
"Well, we thought about it and guessed you'd been too busy to consider anything, so we've booked you on a senior summer camp. From what the brochures said, it's an idyllic week in a beautiful setting with forests and lakes, a variety of activities and about 40 girls and guys all in their late teens. It sounded like paradise to us," replied Mom, smiling as she passed over a brochure.
I didn't reply, instead browsing quickly through the brochure, coming to the same conclusion: paradise. I jumped out of my chair and gave Mom a huge hug, then continued around the table to give Dad his share.
"Thank you so much," I replied breathlessly. "That'll be awesome. I'd better work out what to take; the week till it starts will just fly by I guess."
"Well, I thought you might like or need some new clothing, so I wondered if you'd like to accompany me on a shopping trip this afternoon," suggested Mom.
"Thanks, Mom, that'd be awesome."
Later that afternoon Mom and I were browsing in a large shop full of women's clothing. I selected some items I thought could be suitable and found a vacant changing room, while Mom waited patiently on the seat outside for the fashion show. She commented on the shortness of the two skirts I chose, and really liked, but didn't put up too much resistance when I pointed out that it wasn't like I'd be naked underneath and it was summer so it would undoubtedly be hot. Thinking about wearing the skirts was making me hot already as my mind wandered to the possibilities with a group of sexy young people in a relatively unsupervised setting.
Shorts came next; again, they were met with mild disapproval which my "Mom, don't be so old fashioned," seemed to overcome. After all, they covered my ass cheeks as well as my G string panties, of which I also bought several pair. Tops were another bone of contention, especially the non-fitting ones that only covered my ample breasts from half way down the top to hang loose at the lower level of my breasts. I was wearing a bra so there was no real problem, but I knew that I wouldn't be wearing a bra all the time on camp and was mentally enjoying the anticipation of guys feeling and seeing my breasts as the fabric lifted from my movements or the breeze. I knew from past experience that I enjoyed mild exhibitionism, so I was selecting my clothing accordingly.
Finally, there were the items I knew Mom would try to veto. I had selected three bikinis for swimming and sun bathing. The first one was mildly modest, bright sunny yellow that fitted tightly, covering most of my breasts, some of my ass cheeks and, of course, my pussy. It was lined so it barely showed my nipples. Mom seemed to consider it for a few seconds before smiling and nodding. The second one was a little more risqué, being constructed mainly of narrow straps holding small pieces of red fabric in strategic places. Having a single narrow strap between my ass cheeks was a definite cause for objection by Mom, but basically it did cover everything she felt had to be covered, so reluctantly agreed.
Even I was nervous trying on the third suit. It was unlined, thin white, almost sheer elastic fabric which I just knew would be almost completely transparent when wet; it pretty much showed everything when it was dry! I fastened it around my breasts and noticed that the tight straps encasing my nearly bare mounds actually forced them outwards and emphasized the nipples. The bottom half was also mainly straps, rising high on the hips and very low on the front, with just a narrow strap up my ass crack. I could see that I'd need to shave if I was to wear this. The narrow piece of fabric from the lowest point on the front fitted tightly over my pussy, pulling into the creases between my mound and upper thighs and showing off my camel toe perfectly. As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, even I became slightly nervous about wearing it and considered putting it back. However, I gathered my courage and stepped out the door, almost walking into a young guy in his 20s or so who stopped and stared, his eyes taking me in from top to toe and back again before he let out a low whistle. I felt his eyes burning into me as I stood almost naked, then slipped to the side around him to show Mom.
Mom's hand flew to her mouth. "You may as well be naked," she protested.
"Yeah, well what if I was," I replied defensively, "It's only skin. Anyway, I like it and I'm buying it, even if I have to pay for it myself."
"Well, I guess you have to learn somehow, and that's probably what the camp's for. I just hope you like the attention you get."
I thought of the look in the young guy's eyes as he mentally probably stripped and fucked me, wondered what it would be like having lots of horny young men doing this, decided it would be terrific, realized I was both a tease and an exhibitionist, blew Mom a kiss and scuttled back into the changing room.
We took the selected items to the cashier, who cast a few sideways glances at both of us as she wrapped my selections, then we returned home. Dad asked what I'd bought and wanted to see everything on, so I agreed to show him a few items, including the yellow bikini, but in the interests of his peace of mind, not the other bikinis or very brief shorts or tops. He seemed happy afterwards; I wondered what Mom would tell him when they were alone later.
The following day, Mom had a quiet talk with me, suggesting that it would be a great idea if I went on some form of contraceptive because it was possible that I'd meet up with some friendly guy who felt it was his duty to relieve me of my virginity. I agreed that there were lots of good ideas in that, both losing my virginity and being on a contraceptive being two of those. The doctor was quite happy to prescribe the pill for me, checking first that I was 18, my 18th birthday having been several weeks ago.
"I'll also give you some condoms just for additional protection in case you feel you need them," she told me. I accepted them without intending to use them; to my way of thinking it was like wearing a raincoat while having a shower. However, better to have them and not need them than vice versa.
The bus ride was several hours, during which I sat beside Tracy, who had been to camp before, and we quickly became firm friends.
"We share cabins, each person has their own bedroom with a shared bathroom and combined kitchen and lounge area. It's really quite luxurious. Would you like to share with me?"
I agreed that would be great; it would be wonderful having a cabin buddy who knew the ropes.
Once we arrived, we stood around in the sunshine, stretching after the ride, looking around at the cabins located under sheltering trees, surrounded by forests on the undulating hillsides. A guy called for quiet so he could organize us. He told us a bit about the camp and reviewed the possible activities, then asked if anyone had already paired up for cabins. Tracy and I, along with three other pairs, stepped forward and were allocated cabins, to which we took our bags and settled in. We each had a small bedroom with a double bed, a moderately sized living room and a bathroom, which we needed after our trip.
"We've got about an hour till lunch. Wanna have a look around the place?" asked Tracy.
"Yeah, sure," I agreed.
"Ok, so first things first, what we're wearing it fine for the bus trip but it sure ain't a guy magnet. I suggest if you wanna have fun this week you get into something more tempting, shall we say."
I grinned at her, anticipating my first foray into sex, then we both changed in our rooms and met again a few minutes later. I was wearing a crop top and a pair of tight short shorts, not my shortest that showed my butt cheeks, but short enough to be interesting and tight enough to leave little to the imagination. My stretch top showed lots of cleavage as well as the nubs of my nipples. Interestingly, Tracy was dressed in much the same way.
We had about an hour before lunch so she took me around the camp, showed me the pool, walked along the trail beside the river and she showed me a place where she liked to sunbathe.
"It's a lovely quiet, secluded place," she commented, gazing at the sunny pad of fallen pine needles, "This was where I lost my virginity last time I was here," she added wistfully.
"How long did that relationship last?"
"A few months after camp ended. After that he seemed to change, become more possessive and seemed to need to be in control." She stopped and her eyes met mine. "Beware of guys who think they own you. If you don't resist, you'll wake up one day and find they do."
I didn't reply; such concepts were beyond my experience, but I was grateful for her advice and stored it away for future reference.
"Time to head back for lunch," she said, returning to the present.
We walked into the dining hall and collected our meals from the counter, selected drinks and headed towards a table. I noticed that most people had changed out of their travel clothes, were showing a lot more skin and generally were going through the rituals of getting to know others. We stopped and looked around.
"Those two guys OK, do you think?" asked Tracy.
I was very new to the art of meeting guys so figured that if she thought they were OK, they most probably were. We headed towards their table.
"Hi, are these seats taken?" asked Tracy.
"No, please share our table," one of them said, "I'm Troy, this is Mark."
"I'm Tracy and this is Carla," replied Tracy as we sat down opposite each other at the small table.
We chatted amiably as we enjoyed our food. Like Tracy and me, Mark and Troy had met on the bus trip and had found they had quite a bit in common. I found I was quite shy at first, having spent most of my past few years working and studying rather than socializing. Tracy had the advantage of having done this before and I was quickly realizing that she was quite experienced with guys so was very confident. It seemed that Mark also had experience, mentioning several girls he'd been out with, but neither he nor Troy had a steady girl at present. Troy and I mainly listened, but did exchange a few comments with each other, agreeing to go for a swim after lunch.
