Camping is annoying because I am always surrounded by tough bullies, this time though, God smiled down on me for one hour straight.
I left the bus and began to unwrap my belongings. My mom determined to accompany me on my senior-year school camping trip. It would be hard without her; I must agree, especially when Tyler, my brother, is also going on the same journey. He has his girlfriend, Kiera, with him who is sophomoric, I, on the other hand, being the elder brother, am single since birth.
But who knew this camping trip would bring luck in my favor and that I would finally lose my virginity!
The adults divided our 20 campers into two teams, and every 10 players of the group were allowed to pair up with one player. Unfortunately, I paired up with Zach, who was also my tent partner (I was thinking about ditching him later and playing the game alone because he's gay, so no, thanks.)
Scavenger Hunt, the game was called, where the adults would give us some clues, and we had to find the objects that matched the hints. We had to give up on our cellphones and weren't allowed to contact anyone during the game, only our partner. We had one hour in our hands, and we were also given a GPS device to find our directions. At the end of the game, the team with the most collected items will be the winner.
We began our hunt, but I bailed on Zach by telling him I was going to pee and didn't return. He started the quest on his own, and I was alone. I took out the first clue from the small knitted bag, and it read, "Everyone loves me. I'm pretty and smell sweet. Look down to find me! I'm near your feet."
Well, it was definitely flowers, but there were no flowers around me. I was surrounded by long woods and bushes, everywhere I looked, there were only big trees and narrow streets between the forests. You don't hear anything except the chaos of foreign birds and the rustling sound of dry leaves beneath your feet. Even when you sneeze or cough, you will listen to your own voice echoing back to you.
It was a strange feeling being there alone, but still, it was calm and peaceful, better than being with a talkative partner anyway.
I drove myself further into the woods, and after a while of searching for flowers, I found an overpowering smell of oregano with a hint of mint. After a moment, I reached a place where there was a bush, unknown, and at the top of the bush had bloomed a type of red-fetal flowers.
I looked past it, there was a forest of it that ran miles after miles away from the woods. The smell was incredibly compelling and beautiful. Once you experience it, there is no going back, it will invade all your senses.
It compelled me to explore the forest further until I found the voice of a young woman groaning or moaning audibly.
I looked around me to find the person, but no one was nearby. The voice grew louder as I walked, but amidst the mid-chest length branches, I couldn't find the girl.
"Hello? Is anybody here?"- I shouted, and the girl seemed to reply to me with a louder groan.
"Mmm.."
Suddenly, I tripped over a rock and fell on the ground, and there I found her.
She was lying there in the green, wearing a rainbow-colored long skirt and a white lacy bandeau bra. The cups of her bra pushed her breasts versus her chest, creating a spectacular, attractive cleavage. As she lay, the skirt rolled off her long glowing creamy legs and ended at her mid-thigh, giving me a reason to glance at what's under that silky smooth skin.
Her one slim hand rested at the top of her head, and the other one was around her ankle area. Upon seeing me falling on my feet, she moaned again with words.
"Please help me!"
Her help request sounded like a sex invitation to my ears, and I felt myself growing big and hard under my jeans.
I went to her and sat down on my knees near her perfect body. With a nervous and unsteady voice, I asked, "What happened? A-are you okay?"
"No, it hurts." She closed her pretty blue eyes and replied in a low murmur.
"Where? Where does it hurt?" I asked in the same pitched voice, concern growing inside of me, and my boner is sinking down.
"Here," She pointed at her waist and asked me to touch her there.
"How-how did you get hurt? Have you been out here alone, or are you with someone?" I wanted to know the last information, not because I am a pervert, but because I wanted to help her to get to her friend or family or whoever she was there with.
"I was here with my boyfriend, but he left me here." Her voice was soft and sad, and for a moment I thought she was going to cry. I tried to be careful with my words, I didn't want to hurt her even more.
