It was summer. And time for our annual extended family camping trip. We'd done it ever since I could remember, my parents, my aunts and uncles, my cousins, even friends of the family joining us. All the older kids would bring friends, and by the time we were college aged we'd bring boyfriends and girlfriends. I was nineteen and had just finished my freshman year at community college. I was looking forward to leaving in the fall for an out of state university for my sophomore year.
We went to the same campground every year, a place off the beaten path, and we'd rent several lots at the far end. It felt like we were deep in the woods, even though we weren't a terribly far walk from laundry and shower facilities, and a nice sized town was just a few minutes away by car.
All told each summer anywhere between fifteen and thirty of us would meet out there, with tents, campers, and RVs. The RVs and campers were for the adults and small children, and the rest of us grouped up into different sized tents. The adults' only rule was no co-ed sleeping in order to set a good example for the younger cousins. But with plenty of hiking and biking trails, and secluded places to swim along the lake no one really complained. There were plenty of opportunities for sexual fun if you had brought a date.
For several years now I'd been old enough to have my own tent. With a younger brother and mostly male cousins I'd rarely had to share with anyone. Being the only girl my age was a definite perk.
But the summer I'm telling you about was different. One of my cousins was bringing his twenty-one-year-old college girlfriend and he'd asked if I'd share my four-person tent with her since I was alone. My aunt wouldn't let him bring her unless he arranged a place for her to sleep ahead of time. I'd always gotten along with my cousin and had met his girlfriend several times at cookouts and holiday gatherings, so of course I agreed.
I had just completed my freshman year of college and had been able to live at home instead of the dorm because we lived close to campus. While I was far from shy, I was usually quiet in crowds and would have preferred to bunk alone. Several years earlier I had discovered masturbation, and it was a part of my nightly routine to tease myself to an orgasm or two before I could sleep. Sharing a tent would certainly take that opportunity away, but I figured it might be good to curtail my masturbation habit since I'd been accepted at an out of state school for my sophomore year and I'd soon be in a crowded dorm.
Rachael and I settled into our tent and got along just fine. She was a few years into college and happily answered a lot of my questions about dorms, classes, homework, and college dating. We stayed up late most nights, each in our own sleeping bag in the dark, talking about all sorts of things. The later it got each night the more 'adult' our conversation would become, with me asking questions about sex. I wasn't a virgin but had never had an orgasm with a partner and was aware that there was a whole world beyond four or five minutes of the missionary position. She and my cousin had been having sex for quite a while, and she didn't mind answering my questions.
It started raining the second day we were there and didn't let up until we left. A slow steady downpour that kept the air cool and the sky gray. The guys still fished, happily sitting in the drizzle with their poles, and the kids spent most of their time in the RVs watching movies and playing board games while the adults sat around and talked. Everyone got along well enough that the rain didn't really ruin anything, it just cut down on the number of things we could do outside.
At the end of the second rainy day everyone decided that an all-day trip to town the next day would be a good use of time. There was a movie theater, several fast food places, a mall, and plenty to do. As much as a movie appealed to me, I decided that since Rachael and James would surely be going into town with everyone, I'd have the tent to myself if I decided to stay behind for the day. I told my mom it was a chance to catch up on my English Literature list of suggested reading for the summer, but I didn't mention that I also planned to have three or four orgasms with all that privacy. She bought it, since I've always been a voracious reader, and to this day I'd rather read than shop.
To my surprise Rachael decided to stay behind as well. James was planning to hit a sports bar with all the cousins and uncles to catch a game and she had no interest in that. Since she also had some summer reading to do, I resigned myself to what I was sure would at least be a peacefully quiet day.
We had plenty of food, and we could get into one of the RVs if we needed to cook anything.
We spent most of the morning reading, and after braving the rain to get into the RV and make some lunch we ran back to our tent. We got soaked in the process, and were both chilly, so we stripped down to our underwear and t shirts and crawled into our sleeping bags. We both intended to keep reading I'm sure, but in the darkened tent with the soothing sound of rain outside we started talking. Even though it was mid-afternoon it felt late at night as we lay there almost whispering.
And knowing that everyone was miles away gave me a boldness to take the conversation towards the topic of orgasms.
Answering my many questions Rachael described how many months it had taken her to start having orgasms during intercourse, and what sort of foreplay she needed at the start to make sure that she could orgasm later when she wanted to.
I confessed to not having had an orgasm during sex, but that I'd been having a few almost daily since discovering the pleasure my own fingers could cause all those years ago.
We talked about masturbation, and it gave me an unexpected thrill to learn that she too masturbated often.
We talked about oral sex. Prior to that conversation I'd had little interest in letting a guy put a penis in my mouth, however listening to her describe it made me want to try it.
We talked about having a guy lick us down there, and based on the clumsy fingerings I'd experienced I assumed it would be more of the same, but the way she described the kind of orgasm caused by a slow skillful licking and sucking down there made me ache to have someone do it to me.
We talked about different sexual positions, and I realized that my body was responding physically to the conversation as I imagined how each different way to be fucked would feel.
At one point I unzipped my sleeping bag and opened it a bit to let air in. I wondered if Rachael felt as overheated as I did from our conversation.
We talked a lot about kissing, and we agreed that thinking about slow sensual kissing played a large part in each of our masturbatory fantasies.
I asked what she thought the best way to masturbate was, and as we talked about our fingers and the different ways we would each tease and tickle and stroke and rub ourselves I had to fight an almost losing battle to keep my fingers from slipping into my panties. Every few minutes I would cup my mound with my hand and feel the heat that was radiating out from my pussy through the thin cotton.
We talked for hours as the rain came down. It got darker outside and we grew more and more comfortable with each other, sharing things that we'd never told others.
As our comfort grew, so did our boldness, and I became aware of a very sexual energy in our conversation.
Eventually we heard the cars begin to return, and I left the sleeping bag and went to the door of the tent to shout to my parents that we were safe and fine and dry and planning to stay put for the rest of the night. I saw James stagger into the pop up he was sharing with his brothers and I knew he'd soon be dead asleep.
I hadn't wanted to leave my sleeping bag. I was wet from hours of arousal, and I was certain that my panties would have a very telling wet spot from where I'd kept touching myself, but I knew that shouting across the woods would do less to break the spell we'd spent the afternoon weaving than having my mother stick her head in to check on us.
