Sophie was more then a little annoyed, at her age, to be forced by her parents to spend the entire summer vacation away at a summer camp like a little kid. Her friends would all be enjoying their summer vacations at beach houses, sunbaking and partying, or at the very least working back home and earning some real money. Even though she was eighteen, from the second her parents had heard about Camp Rosewood, it wasn't up for discussion.
It was a specially tailored camp for eighteen year olds, that only catered for young women. It had sister camps that accepted girls as young as fourteen, but Rosewood was separated entirely from these, and it would only be girls Sophie's age that she would be interacting with. It was a highly prestigious summer camp, with long waiting lists, and Sophie half suspected that her parent's insistence that she attend was more rooted in their pride of being able to get her a place rather then any benefits or fun that Sophie herself would have.
Her mother in particular was adamant that it would be a great experience. It had high-tech facilities and a focussed approach towards nurturing the young women through the last years of their teens. Sophie didn't put up much of an argument, as despite her objections it was probably true that she would have a good time. Still, as the eighteen year old stepped off the bus that had slowly rolled them up into the heart of the mountain where Camp Rosewood was situated, she could barely hide her annoyance. The camp, despite it's promises of a more mature and 'young adult' focused nature, looked just like every other camp she had endured when she was younger.
She didn't know any of the girls on the bus, she very much doubted that she would see a single familiar face among the 200 strong camp attendees. Her parents didn't send her to the closest summer camps, always paying extra money for more expensive and exclusive camps. All it meant for Sophie however, was nobody to talk to on the first few days, and three hour bus trips there and back.
The camp site was large, with small cabins scattered all over it's area. There was a large mess hall for eating and other activities, and lots of smaller buildings that housed all kinds of activities and equipment. It even had a gym and a full computer room with internet access. Sophie plodded off the bus and stood with her fellow campers in what appeared to be the central meeting place. A row of buildings, including the mess hall and what Sophie assumed were the camp co-ordinator's cabins stood in front of them.
'Look alive campers!' came the shrill, overly enthusiastic of the young female co-ordinator. She was only in her early twenties herself, but she was tall and athletic, with tan brown skin and smoky black hair. Sophie groaned to herself.
'Okay, it'll be another hour or so until the last of the buses pull in here, but there's no point in sitting around doing nothing just waiting for them.
around waiting for them. If you look to the noticeboard directly in front of the mess hall, behind me, you'll see all your names and cabin allocations tacked up there. Don't push, there's plenty of time to find your cabin and get settled in, and you'll all be on free time until the others get here. After everybody is unpacked, your assigned councillors will show you around the campsite, and then we're going to have a bonfire to welcome you all to camp!' Sophie groaned, louder this time, and a few people standing close to her giggled. The tall councillor turned on her heels to leave, then jolted back around to face the girls. 'Silly me' she said, feigning embarrassment. 'I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Jo-Beth, and I'm head councillor here at Rosewood. Any problems you have, feel free to talk to me about, although I must remind you that your first point of contact should be one of the other councillors, who'll all be assigned to a different set of cabins.
Sophie looked around for someone to make eye contact with, but already the girls were paired off, or standing in smallish groups. They all started moving towards the mess hall, and Sophie did as well. She may as well get unpacked as soon as possible, she thought. A petite girl with bronzed skin trudged along next to Sophie, her curly blonde hair reflecting the sun's early afternoon rays. Sophie half thought about engaging some of the girls in conversation, but she was tired from the trip, and too apathetic to make an effort. The blonde-haired girl was struggling with her pack, and Sophie's dawdling walk meant that they reached the notice board at the same time.
Sophie scanned the list of names and cabins. Six girls to a cabin, and the placements had long ago been decided upon and weren't up for negotiation. A few weeks earlier Rosewood had sent Sophie out a form asking if there was anyone she wanted to be roomed up with, but Sophie didn't know anyone else who was attending. Doubtless the girls who already had friends here, either from their home towns, or from meetings on previous Rosewood camps would have paired up, and doubtless this would only make breaking into their friendship groups harder.
Sophie found her name, Sophie Best, and checked the other names of the girls in her cabin, although they were meaningless to her. Lily Samuels, Betty Gardner, Wendy Connors, Louise Rickford and Taylor McCullen. Sophie became aware of the fact that the curly haired blonde girl was also studying the same list. They turned to each other, and awkwardly smiled.
'Hi' the blonde girl said. 'I'm Louise'
'Hi' said Sophie, more warmly then she expected. 'I'm Sophie Best. I think we're in the same cabin'
Louise smiled at her, and Sophie noticed how pretty she was. Her curly hair flowed down around her shoulders, her tiny nose reached a sloped point at the end, and was dotted with freckles. Her green eyes sparkled, but she still gave off a sense of being overwhelmed.
'yep. May as well make our way there now' said Louise.
Louise grabbed her bags up to her shoulder and started trekking away through the campsite. Sophie followed her, admiring her tight, tiny little body. Sophie wasn't interested in girls, but she had always found their bodies a lot more attractive then the boys that she knew. Louise had small, pert little nubs of breasts, encased in a tight blue t-shirt, but from behind her true asset was revealed. Tucked into tight khaki hiking shorts, a wonderfully round bottom peeked out at Sophie. She caught herself staring and immediately stopped, ashamed. Sophie had broken up with her boyfriend about a month earlier, and despite never realising it before, was coming to realise that she had grown to miss their frequent bouts of sex and foreplay.
Sophie, in contrast to Louise, had a much larger, fuller body. She was still a very attractive young woman, but her breasts were larger, and her thighs and bottom thicker and more solid. She personally hated her physique, would have traded it for a skinny waist and small boobs any day, but the boys who constantly fought for her attention told her that large breasts were an asset whose true value perhaps straight girls never truly realise. She had thick brown hair, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as she looked at Louise's beautiful curled locks.
They got to the cabin, and the immediate thing Sophie noticed was that it seemed older then all the other ones they had passed. They had walked quite a way to get there, and it was situated quite a long way away from the other cabins, which in contrast practically shared walls with each other. Sophie didn't mind. Privacy could be a good thing. Still, she wondered why they were put here, when from the allocation guide on the notice board it looked like there were still spare cabins much closer to the main campsite.
Louise opened the door and walked in. Everything she did was nervous, timid. She had told Sophie on the fifteen minute trek through camp to their cabin that her parents had made her come to meet some new friends. She was awfully shy, she explained, but she was pretty sure that away from home in a new environment would let her come out of her shell. Her tiny little lips pouted up at the corners, and despite her cheerful disposition (was it more forced then Louise was pretending?) she seemed ready to break into tears at the slightest disturbance.
Inside the cabin there were three bunk beds, and an open doorway which lead to a small ensuite with a toilet, sink and shower. Sophie rolled her eyes at the bunk beds, apparently some of the juvenile aspects of camps are impossible to escape or outgrow. There was only one other girl in there, and she was already unpacking her bags onto one of the lower beds, and hanging clothes away in the dressers.
'Hi' said the girl, whose pale skin was a sharp juxtaposition with the fiery red hair that swept down from her head. She was taller then Sophie, but her frame was even more gentle, more tiny then Louise's. She wore jeans and a long sleeved white shirt.
'Hi there' replied the two girls, and introductions were made. The red-haired girl was Lily, and she had taken the liberty of choosing herself a bed, she hoped they didn't mind.
Lily seemed even more reserved then Louise. She had noticed that she had practically jumped when they had entered the room, and that she seemed relieved to see them standing there. She spoke very little, and when she did it was very softly.
