Sexual Awakening Of Liv Cooper 1

Disclaimer: All characters are over the age of 18

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You may have read the story of how Josh Miller and I met (The Ordinary Life of Josh Miller series), but it's now time for me to tell you my story, how Liv Cooper was sexually awakened and the search for something to satisfy me. Josh may have hinted at a few key moments in his story of my sexual awakening, but here I am to recount to you what exactly happened.

My story begins early, the same year I met Josh at his first Rovers camp. I had started at a new school after moving to Sydney from Brisbane. My mum decided to move us down here after the untimely death of my dad. He had been speeding on his motorbike when he was collected by a turning car. Everything in the city reminded us of him, so to move away from the grief, we started a new life in the capital of New South Wales.

Back in Brisbane, I had attended a coed public school, but seeing as this was my final year of school, Mum managed to fork out enough money to send me to an all-girls private school.

When I asked why, she said, "I want you to focus on your education this year. "

There was no need to clarify what she was getting at when she said that.

A few weeks into the first term of school, all of year twelve were sent away on a 'Leadership Camp'. The school wanted these few days to help teach us about stepping up and taking responsibility for our lives. We did a few team-building activities that were aimed at problem-solving and team leadership. The camp only lasted three days, with us staying in cabins for two nights. All the cabins had two bunk beds shoved into the small room. That was all there was, not even a small bathroom or toilet.

In those first few weeks of school, I had met a girl named Holly Gardner, and we kind of hit it off. It was unusual at first since neither of us had much in common. She was the athletic, outgoing kind of girl, whereas I was the more nerdy, quiet type. Somehow, we managed to enjoy talking with each other, and I started to hang around her during lunches and after school.

When it was announced that we were going to the camp, it was revealed that we could choose one partner to bunk with. I was very surprised when Holly asked me to be her partner, but being so new and having no other options, I wasn't going to turn her down.

So there we were, Holly and I bunking in the cabin, with two other girls, Emma Phillips and Lucy Parker. I had met Emma in passing a couple of times, and she seemed nice, but this was the first time I had met Lucy. My first impression of her wasn't great. Throughout the first night, she ignored Holly and me and focused solely on talking to Emma. So to say that the first night of the camp was awkward would be an understatement.

Before the second night began, Holly had come up with a plan to try to change the awkwardness in the room and to somewhat get back at Lucy for being so rude to us the night before. Earlier that day, she explained to me that it was somewhat common knowledge that Lucy was a prude and didn't have any experience with guys. I didn't ask how Holly knew of this information and just blindly agreed to go along with whatever she had planned for that night.

After devouring the late-night snack that the camp provided post-campfire, we all headed back to the cabin to get ready for bed. Having the toilet block and showers in a separate building meant we all had to go over there before we could get settled in for the night.

Holly pulled both me and Emma aside, asking us to stay back a bit, whilst Lucy left to go to the bathroom.

"What's going on?" asked Emma.

"I'll explain in a second," Holly said, indicating that she was waiting for Lucy to leave.

We didn't have to wait long for Lucy to grab her stuff and head off to have a shower. When the door to the cabin clicked closed, the three of us huddled together to discuss the plan.

"Before we plan anything, I just want to say I'm sorry for the awkwardness last night," Emma said. "She asked me to be bunk partners, and it was pretty hard to say no, as she really doesn't have any other friends. We've known one another since we were kids, and sometimes I forget how rude she can be."

"That's all good," I said, trying to convey to Emma that we didn't blame her at all for Lucy's actions.

"Yeah, all good," echoed Holly. "Besides, I have a plan to get her to open up to us."

She said that last sentence with a mischievous grin. I didn't have to wonder for long as to what she had planned.

"The last few times that I've been on a camp with my local scouting group, we've played a fun game that let all of us open up to one another and get closer. I want to play that game here, tonight."

Both Emma and I looked at each other, sharing that exact same confused look.

"What kind of game?" asked Emma.

"Spin the bottle," answered Holly. "I know that sounds like a child's game from when we were young kids, but the way I play it is much more fun."

This piqued my interest. I had heard stories back at my old school of people getting into these types of games and what had happened during them. But, not being very popular meant I never got the chance to take part. Perhaps now was my time.

"I know that sounds very vague, but I feel that it's a good way for us, a good way for Lucy, to open herself up and maybe make tonight a more pleasant experience for everyone," Holly continued, with a little grin forming on her lips.

It took me a moment to decide, before I responded, "I'm in. It sounds like it could be fun."

As I said, not being very popular had led me to miss out on a lot of things growing up, and one of those major milestones was to do anything sexual with anyone. I hadn't touched a guy's penis before. I hadn't kissed a guy before. Heck, I had never properly touched myself before. It was just something I had never been able to do. I'd heard of others talking about what they had done by themselves or with others, but it had never piqued my interest. That was until the opportunity of this game came up. The chance that something might happen tonight was calling to me, and I was ready for it.

"Same here. I just don't know how you are going to convince Lucy to play," followed Emma, hesitantly.

"I already have a plan in motion," Holly said, with that wicked grin returning.

With Holly's plan now in action, there wasn't much Emma or I could do to stop it, so we both agreed.

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Emma and I had agreed to try and rush through our showers as quickly as possible so that we could get back to the cabin before Lucy. Meeting outside of the shower block, we headed our way back to the cabin, passing a grinning Holly, who was now headed out to the shower.

As we got close to our cabin, we noticed a pink mound lying on the muddy ground. Getting closer, we realised that the pink mound was actually a pile of clothes. Not just any clothes, though, they were the pink silky pyjamas that Lucy had worn the previous night to bed.

Emma reached down and picked up the shorts and shirt, letting them drip as she held them out in front of her.

"Oh, Lucy is going to be pissed. I can't believe that this is what Holly had in mind," exclaimed Emma.

"We should probably take them inside so it doesn't look suspicious as to why we left them out there," I suggested.

"Yeah, probably."

Carrying the clothes out in front of her, we both headed back inside the cabin. As Emma laid the clothes out on the floor, we started to inspect them, watching the sodden brown goop start to ooze off the pink fabric. There was no chance that Lucy was going to be wearing these to bed.

We didn't have to wait long to get a response out of Lucy, as not long after we had come back, she came barging back into the cabin. She threw her toiletries bag and towel down onto her bed (the bottom bunk) and started to frantically look through her suitcase and then around the room. Her eyes eventually landed on the pink and brown mess that lay sprawled out across the floor.

"What the he'll happened to my pyjamas?" Lucy screamed. Now looking directly at me, "What did you do?"

"This wasn't me," I yelled back, defending myself.

"Then who did?" she yelled again.

"Calm down, Lucy, calm down. We found them outside when the three of us headed out to the showers. You must have got them tangled in your towel and brought them with you," Emma explained, trying to calm Lucy down.

"Oh, really, oh. I could've sworn I left them on my pillow," she said, still not quite convinced.

"I don't know what to tell you. We found them outside in the mud and brought them back in here," Emma continued to explain.

"I guess you must be right," Lucy said, turning back to me. "I'm sorry I accused you of destroying my clothes."

In that moment, I felt bad for Lucy. Here we were, sitting around pretending we had nothing to do with the destruction of her clothes. I know that it was mostly Holly's doing, but I was still an accomplice. Here's to hoping that the plan is well and truly worth it.

Sitting down on her bed, Lucy covered her eyes, trying to hide the fact that she was starting to cry. Emma sat down next to her and tried to comfort her by patting her on the back.

"What's wrong. I'm sure the mud will clean out of them," Emma said, thinking she understood the reason for Lucy's tears.

"That's not why I'm crying," she huffed. "I'm actually embarrassed, okay. I don't have anything to wear to bed now, other than what I have got on."

"Oh, that's alright. I'm sure we can find something for you to wear in this bag," Emma replied, leaning forward to go through Lucy's bag.

At this moment, Holly chose to walk back into the cabin. This brought me a great deal of relief as we could now initiate Holly's plan, and I wouldn't have to sit through this awkwardness any longer.

"What happened here?" asked Holly, pretending to take interest in what was going on.

"They found my pyjamas outside in the mud. I must have dropped them on my way to the showers," responded Lucy.

"And we were just discussing what she was going to wear to bed," Emma piped in, trying to hint to Holly to get a move on.

"All I have with me, other than my underwear, is a pair of Jeans and a couple of baggy shirts," Lucy said.

It was way too hot to be sleeping in a thick baggy shirt and jeans, well, I think we all know they aren't going to be comfortable. All of us sat there in silence for a moment, pretending to try and think of a solution for Lucy.

It was time for Holly to strike with the first part of her plan: "Can't you just sleep in your underwear?"

Lucy almost choked from what Holly had just said, responding with, "But you guys will see me in it."

"There would be no judgment here. I've seen plenty of women in their underwear before," said Holly, trying to play it off as if it were commonplace.

"I don't know, wouldn't it be weird?" Lucy said.

"Hey, if it makes you feel better, I'd happily also sleep in my underwear, and I'm sure Emma and Liv would as well," Holly said, trying to be as sincere as possible.

"I'll happily do it," I agreed.

Lucy looked at Emma, waiting to see if she also thought this was a good idea. Giving Lucy the nod of approval, Emma turned and looked at Holly, seemingly confirming that she was ready for part two of whatever plan she had cooking up.

"Yeah, I guess I'm in. It's not like I have any other option," Lucy agreed.

We all sat there again in awkward silence, none of us wanting to make the first move and start to strip down to our undergarments. Slowly, that smirk started to spread across Holly's face again.

"Since none of us wants to make the first move, why don't we make things interesting? I propose we play a game of strip spin the bottle," interjected Holly, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, that could be fun," said Emma, trying to convince Lucy to take another leap of faith.

I seconded Emma's answer. This night was starting to head in the direction I was hoping it would, and I was getting excited. We all looked at Lucy, waiting for her response.

"Sure, I guess," she said timidly. "I'm going to have to partially expose myself anyway, why not try and have some fun whilst doing it?"

She didn't seem quite convinced, but she was in for now. Jumping up from her bed, Holly started to rummage around in her bag, pulling out a shampoo bottle.

"This is the best I've got," she said, answering the quizzical look I was giving her. "So the rules of the game are pretty simple. One person spins the bottle, and whoever it lands on is the one who needs to either remove an item of clothing, or, for the more adventurous, do a dare set by the spinner."

That last bit was a little surprising. The way Lucy had been responding made it seem that she wasn't entirely receptive to the game, so hearing Holly try and convince her to go even further was unexpected. I, on the other hand, was pleased with what she had instructed; there was only one trajectory the dares for a strip game could go. Maybe I was going to experience some of those firsts, others had always been talking about.

All four of us moved to the floor and sat around in a circle. Holly placed the shampoo bottle in the middle of us and gave it a quick test spin.

"Alright, that works," she commented on the bottle. "Seeing as we are playing this to help Lucy, I guess she can be the one to spin first."

"Okay, I guess," Lucy responded, before leaning forward and giving the bottle a good spin.

I bet you can guess who the bottle landed on first. Although I had an inkling of what was going to happen during the game, and honestly, I was excited for it, I was just not expecting to be the first one off the bat. I needed to commit now, or else Holly's plan was going to fail before it had begun.

Excited for what direction the game was heading in, I went straight for my shirt, lifting it up and over my head, revealing my grey sports bra. Sports bras have always been my go-to undergarments. They are comfortable while managing to hold everything in place.

Feeling the cool air against my bare skin sent a buzz throughout my body. It was an experience I had never really felt before. I've taken my shirt off in front of others before, but that was more in the context of getting changed, not intending to show my skin.

Being in my own little world for a moment meant I hadn't noticed the other three staring at me. Feeling a little subconscious for being the first to remove anything, I wanted the game to move along quickly. Reaching forward, I spun the bottle and watched it rotate round and round, until it landed on Emma.

The tension in the room was still quite high, as barely anyone was able to speak. So, we all sat in silence as we watched Emma remove her first piece of clothing, her shirt. As the thin piece of fabric was lifted over her head, the surprising size of her breasts came into view. Although encased in a bland tan bra, the shock on all of our faces conveyed how well she had managed to hide them under her loose-fitting t-shirt.

Still with not a single word spoken, Emma spun the bottle, presumably trying to divert the attention away from her. After spinning a few times, the shampoo bottle pointed directly at Holly. There was no hesitation. Rather than removing the obvious option of her shirt, Holly chose to remove a piece of clothing a little further south. I don't know what Holly was thinking, but this was either a part of her plan for the game, or she was trying to hide something. Extending her long legs out, she grabbed the sides of her denim cut-offs and pulled them down, leaving behind a pair of silky black panties. It crossed my mind that all that was between us and her most private area was that thin, silky bit of cloth.

Sitting back again with her legs crossed, Holly managed to hide any sight of what lay below. I started to feel a heat rising within, as the reality of the situation was beginning to dawn on me. This was something I had fantasised about in the past, but never thought it would ever come true. At this point, I didn't know what it was I was feeling and whether or not it came from seeing Holly and Emma partially undressed, or from the excitement of the game.

That heat and buzz that had been rising within was also affecting my downstairs region. Shifting slightly, I felt my lips rub against each other. They were slightly damp. I had only ever felt them like that when I'd woken from one of those special dreams. This was going to get embarrassing if any of the other girls noticed. Let's just hope it dries before I have to remove any more revealing clothes.

This sensation also got me thinking about what some of the other girls at my previous school had been talking about. Before this moment in my life, I had never had the inkling or urgency to rub one out or get myself off. Masturbation had always been something so taboo to me. I'd given it a go once or twice, but it never felt right. Maybe this heat was what I needed, for it to feel good.

In my moment of thought, Holly must have spun the bottle, as there was a small kerfuffle happening in front of me. The raised voices of Holly and Emma were what had brought me back down to earth.

"It landed on you, which means you need to remove another bit of clothing," said Emma.

"But I just removed one, it should be someone else's turn," responded Holly with a slight hint of annoyance in her voice.

Holly lunged forward and tried to spin the bottle for a second time. Emma was too quick for her, though, and managed to grab the bottle before Holly could get her hands on it.

"There was never any rule against it landing on anyone twice," said Emma as she tried to defend the result. "Besides, this was all your idea."

Emma gave Holly a stare, one that could make even the most stubborn of people agree.

Rolling her eyes, Holly admitted defeat, "Fine, fine. I guess we never said so."

With that, she grabbed both sides of her shirt and lifted it over her head. As she revealed her melons to the group, it became abundantly clear as to why she hadn't removed her shirt first. The size she was rocking wasn't anything to boast about, and having to go after both Emma and me, she must have gotten a little embarrassed with what she was lacking. Don't get me wrong, she still had decently sized breasts, which looked bigger than what Lucy was hiding underneath her shirt; they just weren't what I would call spectacular.

Now blushing from all of the eyes that pointed directly at her lingerie-clad body, Holly reached forward and spun the bottle.

The time had finally come to get what we had come for. The bottle's final resting place was pointed directly at Lucy. The annoying girl that we all wanted to get back at for giving us an annoying cabin experience. Now that I look back upon my experiences, it seems kind of petty what the three of us planned, but at the time, it seemed very necessary.

Lucy's reaction was quite comedic to watch. It was like she went through all the stages of grief, trying to come to terms with what she was going to have to do. I don't know what she was expecting to happen when it was her turn.

"I don't think I can," Lucy timidly said.

"What do you mean you can't?" Holly responded with a hostile tone. "We are all doing this for you. Besides, you are going to have to strip that off at some point, it's not like you're going to sleep in your dirty camp clothes."

What Holly was saying was very true, but the way she had gone about it wasn't very nice. Grabbing Lucy's hand, I tried to console her a little, partially to help her know that this was an okay space to remove clothes and partially for the selfish reason of wanting to continue the game.

With a very audible sigh, Lucy went for her shirt, lifting it and revealing the almost non-existent lumps she had hidden behind her bra. A small smile started to creep across her face as she realised what she had just done.