Summer camp was shaping up to be a three week headache for Adam. He had just graduated from High School and turned 18 a few months ago. He and his friends always went to camp after school let out, but this time Joe and the rest got dragged off to Europe by Joe's parents. Then Adam's mom had to work late, and so he didn't get in to camp until it was already dark. All the good cabins would be taken by now, he was sure. She dropped him off and he headed for the registration site.
"Getting in a little late, aren't we?" said the counselor at the table. "Well, it looks like there's one spot open, in cabin 12." She looked at the map. "Sorry, looks like you'll be rooming in one of the girl's cabins this time. I'll write you a note so you don't get any trouble about it!"
Great, he thought. What would people say? He might as well do his nails and learn ballet. "Thanks Ms. Rand," he said.
He'd missed dinner and there was a curfew so the dark wooded paths were empty except for the rustling of a few animals. He made his way down to 12 and hesitated by the door. What if they were changing or something? He decided to knock.
The door opened slightly, revealing a girl about his age with purple glasses and a ponytail. He could see another one behind her, sitting cross legged on one of the beds; she had skin like milky coffee and a bright halo of curly blonde hair.
"Um, hi," she said. "What are you doing out here? It's past 10, I mean."
"Yeah, they put me in this cabin," he said, offering the note. "Weird, huh?"
"Huh," she said, scanning the paper. "Hey girls, we got another one." She swung the door open and stepped aside. He caught a flash of pink bikini bottom under the hem of her t-shirt as she turned away. Maybe rooming with the girls wasn't so bad after all, he thought.
"What? He's a... he!" said a third girl as he came around the door. She was laying on another bed with a book of ghost stories. Her hair was deep red and voluminous, and she kicked her feet back and forth in the air behind her as she spoke. She was wearing striped socks that reached past her knees, and an oversize t-shirt; he couldn't tell what else.
"He's got a note. They couldn't put him anywhere else."
"Yeah right."
"Shut up Becky," said the girl at the door. She pushed up her purple glasses and looked at him. "So you got a name?"
"Adam." He dropped his backpack on the floor by the unused bed.
"I'm Katie," she said, nudging her glasses again. "That's Nadia with the afro."
"Hey!"
"And there's Becky with the scary stories; we told her there's no campfire in here but she won't give up." A balled up sock flew threw the air and bounced off the side of Katie's face.
"And we told Kat to put on some pants," said Nadia, "'Why?' you said. 'It's not like there are any guys around,' you said."
"Speak for yourself, prude," said Becky. "What's the point of camp if you have to wear pants?"
Adam looked over at her, eyes drawn to the soft curves of her legs where they disappeared under her big shirt, suddenly more curious what she had on.
"It's ok," laughed Katie. "We're all here in the girls' side of camp. So Adam's just like one of us girls, right, Adam?"
"Uh, yeah, of course."
"See? No big deal. No need for pants."
"Yeah, totally, guys," he said, not wanting to disrupt the situation. "Don't mind me, wear whatever you want."
"Uh huh," said Becky. "We'll just hang out in bikinis and underwear while you sit there fully clothed. No way, buddy. You want to be in the no pants party, lose the pants."
"Ooh, good idea," said Nadia, perking up.
"Nadia you perv," said Becky, "You're not in the party either, with those baggy sweat pants."
"Ok, I'll join the no pants party if it's official. And everyone has to." She looked Adam up and down suggestively.
"Well, Adam?" Katie put her hands on her hips. "You in the party or what?"
"Alright," he said, nervously. "Here goes..." He kicked off his shoes and socks, undid the button of his jeans, and pushed them down, careful not to tug his boxers with them. He was in a situation now; he liked the idea of the girls without their pants but he would have to concentrate on math or something to keep from getting an erection. They'd be able to tell for sure in his loose underwear; that'd put an end to this 'one of the girls' business.
"Ok, Nadia, your turn now," taunted Becky.
"Of course," she said, smiling at Adam. She turned around and pulled the sweats down over her butt, revealing cute yellow panties that hugged the curves of her ass and rode up her crack a little on one side, showing some cheek. She let the sweats drop the rest of the way down her long, toned legs, and bent down to toss them at her pile of stuff. She turned back around and his eyes were drawn to the tender strip of skin between her panties and the tight shirt that just reached the tops of her hips. He could see her nipples standing out through the thin shirt, now, too.
He felt his penis twitch. Math, math, math, he thought furiously.
"Help us push these together," she said to Adam, pointing at the beds.
"Sure."
He and Nadia pushed one while Kat and Becky pushed another until they met in the middle of the cabin, and the girls hopped on, sitting in a circle, so he joined them. Katie was digging through a little knit pouch and pulled out an altoids tin full of weed and some papers. She rolled a joint, got it lit, and leaned over to pass it to Adam, putting her other hand on his knee for a moment. "Want some?" she asked, smiling.
"Thanks," he said, taking a puff. He passed it to Nadia and found her hand on his leg as well, a bit above the knee this time, sending tingles up his bare skin. She lingered there and took her time with the joint, drawing on it slowly, letting her hand slide off only when she leaned the other way to pass it to Becky.
Math, math, mouth--no, math! He felt his cock brush against his boxers, but avoided looking down to see if it was visible, not wanting to draw attention.
"You know," said Nadia, looking at Becky with a sly expression, "it's hardly fair that your shirt is so huge. Here I am in panties--because of you!--and you could be wearing gym shorts for all we can tell."
"What about Kat? Can't see her butt either."
Actually I did, a little, thought Adam, but there was no need to argue the point. She raised an eyebrow at Becky as if to say 'challenge accepted,' and said "You're right, not fair at all." She grabbed her shirt hem and lifted it over her head. Her bikini top was white with pink dots to match the bottom. Adam could see goosebumps rise on her cleavage, and her nipples pushed hard against the silky bikini material. "So, Becky? Your turn."
"Um, here's the thing. I'm not exactly wearing a bra."
"Should have thought of that before you pushed this no pants idea on everyone, then, huh?" taunted Nadia.
"Come on Becky, I did it," said Katie. "Now you go."