Discovery

"Bye honey! See you tonight."

Emma's eyes fluttered awake and her brain slowly came into focus. Who needed an alarm when her mom headed out the door every morning at exactly the same time, 7:30?

She inhaled and called out the obligatory response, "Bye mom, have a great day."

Nineteen years old, still living at home, and still being woken up in the morning by my mom; well, at least she was in college...ok, community college. Emma pushed the covers back slowly, enjoying their silky feel against my bare skin. Sleeping naked had been her personal statement when she turned 18 that she was now an adult...not that anyone ever saw me naked. The first several nights, it had felt weird and made her feel a little self-conscious, like she was doing something she shouldn't. But she knew her mom slept naked and wouldn't have any issue with it.

A year later though, she couldn't imagine sleeping any other way. She loved how her sheets felt when they caressed her nude body and how she was totally free to touch herself anywhere and everywhere at any moment without anything in the way.

Her hands slid up over her stomach to her exposed, 34C breasts, full and firm, her nipples thick and fully a half inch long...not that anyone ever got to see them or touch them, other than Tommy Jeffries after senior prom and Barry Miller just after Christmas break. It had been the first time for both of them and had been awkward and he had cum in less than a minute. After a couple of final tweaks and a pull, Emma let her hands follow the electricity down her stomach and over her smooth, pouty lips...well, usually smooth. She hadn't shaved in three days, which she definitely needed to take care of.

She swung her legs out of bed, stood up, and headed for the bathroom, pausing in front of the full length mirror. She liked her body. Too bad hardly anyone ever got to see it. Combine being overly shy with being very late to develop and you have a sure formula for a lack of popularity.

Emma studied my figure briefly. She still maintained the slim, athletic build she had before her body finally decided to go through puberty, but she now had curves in all the right places, hips and bust. Her breasts looked full and heavy, but had virtually no sag and her nipples seemed to be perpetually hard. She turned a little and took a look at her ass, also curved, but rock tight.

Turning back, she looked between my legs, briefly studying her pussy. Pubic hair had come late; late enough that she got to see that most girls were shaving, so when it did finally begin growing in, she just began shaving it all off.

Being bare highlighted the other set of curves that had developed over the last year. What had been a very discrete area, now boasted full, round, puffy outer lips, labia wings that routinely snuck into view between them, and a clit that protruded enough to create a visible bump underneath its hood. It was pretty obvious that her post puberty body was built for sex. It just wasn't getting any right now...at least not with someone else.

Her adult body definitely had demands that just wouldn't' be ignored. Over the past two years, she had graduated from owning a small, discrete bullet vibe to a full-sized rabbit, along with two fairly good-sized dildos and an anal vibe, something she learned about online and discovered that my body craved. Her mom's 12+ hour shifts at the hospital gave her plenty of time to use her toys in private and keep her very horny libido in check.

A quick shower and Emma turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing the towel off the nearby hook. As she dried off, she couldn't help but gaze at her nude figure in the mirror once again. She liked the way she looked and imagined letting others see her nude...imagined letting others touch her nude body. She could feel that hint of electricity coming from just inside her pussy, ever present and seeking to distract everything she did these days. 'Stop it.'

She had always been the good girl...the good student...the teacher's aid...the daughter who mom could always trust to do the right thing. It had always been easy, so why didn't it feel so easy anymore? She used to dream about finding Mr. Right and settling down to have a family. She imagined making love, with that one special person, feeling the love and intimacy. So why did she dream about being a stripper last night, showing herself to everyone in the room, spreading her legs wide to expose her sex. 'Stop it.'

Running out of time, Emma hurriedly dried her hair, pulling it back in a pony tail, put on a little make up and went back into her bedroom to dress for class. She opened the bottom drawer and grabbed her 'fat girl' pull-on jeans, as Becky referred to them and a Six-Flags t-shirt from the drawer above. She grabbed a standard white bra and panties, then paused. Biting her lower lip, she put the panties back in the drawer and reached into the bottom back and pulled out a red lace thong. 'Really?'

She had bought the thong, along with a few other 'unmentionables' at Victoria's Secret last week. Buying them had taken all the courage she had. She just imagined everyone in the store looking at what she was buying, but in reality, no one seemed to pay the slightest attention. Even the girl at checkout didn't even raise an eyebrow or note in any way what she was buying. 'No one will know.'

She pulled it on, feeling it slide up between her cheeks and coming to rest against her asshole, something she hadn't ever thought about until it started to sometimes buzz like her pussy. And why had she started calling her vagina a pussy? It had always been her vagina, or when she was with a friend, her Vajayjay. Pussy sounded vulgar. But it also sounded sexy and she knew that's what most guys called it. Vagina's were for periods and doctor's appointments, pussies were for being looked at, licked, and fucked. 'Out of time.'

Emma finished dressing, feeling energized knowing she had a secret underneath her normal exterior and grabbed her backpack just as she heard Becky pull up and honk. She ran out the door and jumped in. "Hey there! Only two days left til our last day of our first year of community college," Emma said with a cheery smile.

"Hey. Sorry, I'm in a pissy mood today."

"How come?"

"Remember me telling you about the summer job I've had the past two summer's and how cool it was the first year and how much it sucked the second, all because of the partner I was assigned with?"

"Yah."

"Well, Karen Wells, the girl I partnered with the first summer, was supposed to be my partner this year. I mean, it was all locked in. Camp starts in like two and a half weeks. Then this morning, just after getting up, I get a call from the camp director and he tells me that Karen's mom has cancer and needs to cancel, and says unless I know of someone else, he'll end up having to put me with Monna again! Can you fuckin' believe it?"

"Oh no. It took you like two months to finally stop bitching about her after last summer. It was funny though listening to your stories."

"Not funny for me. I need the money for Fall semester, but I just can't do it again."

"Isn't there someone else they can assign?"

"Not at this late stage. Most college kids already have summer jobs lined up except for those who don't need one, and they all have summer trips planned. I'm fucked."

Emma was silent for several second, thinking through an option. Mr. Brown had told her they were overstaffed and he'd likely move her to Fineline instead of the Young Women section, plus cut her to three days a week. Fineline sucked. Most of the women were super bitchy and looked down on you. "Tell me about the job again? What's do you do, how much work is it, how much is the pay?"

"The job's at Camp Whistling Wind in northern Arizona. It's an adventure camp for junior high kids. I'm the offsite director for the Sierra Madre Treasure Hunt. It's a day long canoeing and hiking treasure hunt adventure.

There's a group of 12 kids every day selected to do the adventure, divided into three teams, along with a guide. They get a clue first thing in the morning that leads them on a canoe trip across the lake to my 'Settler's Camp.' At the camp, they find other clues and head out on several more hiking legs. Before leaving, we hand out lunches, then serve as their 'trackers'. We all arrive back by mid-afternoon and the group and main camp guide canoe back."

"And you stay out there in a cabin?"

"Yah. It takes three hours by car to drive around the lake between the main camp and the Settler's Camp, so it doesn't make sense to go back every day. Besides, we have to keep the campsite clean, reset the treasure hunt after they leave, and in the morning, make lunches for that day's group. There's a store about 25 minutes' drive from the camp we go to a couple of times a week to restock and get anything we need.

The camp area is private property and the dirt road leading to it is gated and locked so it's safe and secure. The cabin is actually pretty cool. It has a little kitchen, living area, bathroom with hot and cold running water, and a sleeping area with two twin beds. That was the worst part about Monna; she snored SO loud."

"So why can't you just do it yourself?"

"Insurance. Two person teams are required for all camp staff for liability reasons. Oh, and the pay's not bad, especially since food and lodging is included. You get a hundred bucks a day for 6 days a week over the 12 weeks the camp is open. After spending money, I came back with just over $6,000. Any chance you might be interested?"

"Wow, that's pretty good. It sounds a lot better than being stuck in Fineline all summer. And being outside would be really cool. So, other than when the kids are at the camp, you're on your own and free?"

"Mostly. The treasure hunt runs in a star pattern around the camp. It takes about an hour to reset the clues at the various locations after they leave. The only other tasks are making lunches in the morning, keeping the camp clean, and restocking at the store a couple of times a week. Other than that, it's free time."

"What do you do when you aren't doing that stuff?"

"Read, swim, sunbath, play cards. I got a killer tan the past two summers. There's cell coverage, but internet is super slow and surfing is nearly impossible. It was great the summer Karen was there. She brought a stash of weed and we smoked most nights while skinny-dipping in the lake. It was totally laid back. And then there was Monna. She threatened to turn me in if I smoked weed and she wouldn't even change her clothes unless she went into the bathroom. Total prude and so fucking uptight."

"It sounds tempting and actually a lot of fun."

"It would be amazing. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE say you'll do it! I can get you the background forms and application today and you can email it in. I'll drive us out. PLEASE say yes!"

Emma thought about it for several seconds then made her decision. "Ok. I'll do it. It sounds like the perfect summer job."

"You won't regret it. I promise you. Only thing we'll need to do is go shopping before we go to get you some appropriate clothes. No 'sportswear and flower prints allowed. Mid-thigh jean shorts and a camp t-shirt are the uniform during the day. Once the kids leave, the only rule is staying cool and comfortable. The camp's in the foothills, so there's lots of trees, but it still can get really hot. And don't even think of telling me no about enjoying some weed and skinny-dipping. It'll be just us and a chance to pull you out of that conservative shell."

Emma couldn't help but smile, although it hid more than a little nervousness. The summer sounded perfect and a great chance to begin changing how she lived, how she dressed, and how she thought about things in a safe place with a good friend she trusted. Maybe this was fate.

After classes that day, Emma filled out the forms and emailed them in. Within two days, she was approved and Becky literally picked her up and gave her a bear hug she was so excited.

True to her word, the next weekend, Becky took her shopping at Kohl's. Emma had always worn comfortable, conservative clothes, choosing looser fitting shorts and tops for the summer. Becky would have none of it. Even the mid-thigh jean shorts that were part of her 'uniform' were ultra-stretch and totally form fitting. The girls almost got into an argument over the other shorts Becky insisted Emma buy, but in truth, it was a half-hearted argument on Emma's part. She wanted the change, wanted clothes that showed off her body, wanted to feel and look sexy...and she guessed that Becky knew it too.

In the end, besides the uniform shorts, Emma got four pair of 'booty shorts' that barely covered her ass, two-pair of thin, stretch jeans Becky planned to make into even shorter shorts for her, three pair of yoga shorts, two packages of sports thongs, two crop tops, a tube top, two string bikini's, and a few t-shirts Becky was going to 'trim' to make them cooler. At the end of it, Emma really couldn't argue since Becky essentially bought the same things for herself.

The next week, with college out for the summer and their bags packed, Becky and Emma headed out for Arizona. The drive was just over 9 1/2 hours, and they agreed to spend the night near Flagstaff, then drive to Camp Whistling Wind the next morning.

The room was cheap and very basic, but clean. After grabbing dinner at TGIF, they headed back to the room and to bed, knowing they would have a long next day. As expected, Becky showed zero signs of modesty as she undressed down to a black thong. Emma couldn't help but take in Becky's body.

They were both nearly the same height, but where Emma had feminine curves, Becky's body was purely athletic, lean, and toned. Her brunette hair, cut in a fun, bob style that sat off her shoulders, fit her easygoing personality perfectly. Her breasts were perky B-cups with quarter-sized, dark aureoles, topped by pointy nipples. A taught stomach and lean legs met in a cute sexy ass that looked amazing framed by the thong. While Becky's thong prevented Emma from getting a proper look at her pussy, it was small enough to highlight that like Emma, she was shaved bare.

Becky headed to the bathroom to pee and brush her teeth, leaving the bathroom door totally open. Emma figured she should undress also and decided to forego the sleep-shirt she had brought, deciding to go with the tone Becky had set. Removing her bra, she felt a little self-conscious given how much larger her breasts were, but took a deep breath and reminded herself to just relax and let go. She removed her jeans, now left in just a pale blue thong she had bought the week prior.

Becky finished in the bathroom and as she came out and saw Emma, stopped and let her eyes roam up and down her nearly nude body. "Wow, you have a seriously incredible body! I can't believe you've been hiding it all this time."

"Thanks, but it's not nearly as nice as yours."

"Are you kidding? You have amazing tits and a perfect ass, all wrapped in a killer body. And I bet you're nice and smooth, just like me." With that, Becky pushed down the front of her thong, exposing her totally bare pussy, then let it snap back into place.

Without thinking until she had already done it, Emma repeated the gesture, exposing her bare, but very full and lush pussy. "Not fair! You even have a perfect pussy. I can just imagine those lips wrapping around a hard cock and stroking it. Any guy would cum like instantly."

Emma could feel her face turning red with embarrassment. She hadn't meant to just expose herself to Becky. She had just done it without thinking.

"And thank god you aren't a prude. I'd assumed I'd have to work to get you to relax about your body given the way you usually dress, but I'm pleasantly surprised...even if your face is a tiny bit red right now," Becky said with a mischievous smile.

Emma smiled back nervously, knowing she was still flushed. "I've been sleeping nude for over a year, but that's only in private. To be honest, I've never been this open about my body with anyone else before. I guess I just feel comfortable around you after spending the past year going to class with you every day. You're so easy going about everything...maybe it's rubbing off."

"I always sleep nude too. I just kept my thong on because I didn't want to push things too far at first and make you super uncomfortable. If you're ok with it, I'd actually prefer ditching the thong. I like letting things 'air out' a little at night. And if I'm horny, it...well...don't worry, since we're sharing a bed, I'll be a good girl."

With that, Becky slipped her thong off and climbed into the King bed. Emma did the same, noting that Becky watched her until she turned off the light.

Emma woke the next morning feeling rested and refreshed. Becky was apparently already up and from the sound of it, was in the shower. A couple of minutes later, the shower turned off and a minute after that, Becky appeared in the doorway, toweling dry. "Good morning sleepy head. Looks like we both needed a good night's sleep."

"I guess I did for sure. You been up long?"

"No. Just long enough to shower. We probably need to get on the road in 45 minutes or so. I still have to do my makeup, but feel free to use the toilet and shower. If we're going to be sharing the cabin all summer, we might as well start getting used to sharing a bathroom at the same time."

It was like Emma's exhibitionist fantasies were being handed to her on a platter, in a simple, manageable dose. But could she do it? Becky stood at the bathroom sink, drying her hair. The noise from the hairdryer would blot out the sound of her peeing in the toilet, but only if she was quick.

She slid out of bed and walked into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet, the urge to go being nearly checked by her acute embarrassment, mixed with a sense of excitement. Relax...relax...relax...go. She felt the stream release from her bladder and could just barely hear her pee splashing into the water, or mostly pee anyway. Oh fuck...was she having a mini orgasm? So hard to tell, but...ohhhhh...so different from anything else. The amazing feeling of releasing her full bladder, but mixed with the unmistakable pleasure of what felt like an orgasm.

She could tell her clit was rock hard and excited, everything down there was excited and on fire. What the fuck was this? At that moment Emma wondered if she was in fact a total pervert. She looked over at Becky who was working her hair, apparently oblivious to what was going on between Emma's legs.

Her pee slowed to a trickle and then stopped, her orgasm riding the wave down and subsiding a couple of seconds later. Emma pulled some toilet paper off the roll and wiped herself then stood, flushed, and walked over to the tub-shower and turned it on. Her legs felt weak, but didn't buckle. Thankfully the blowdryer was going or Emma was sure Becky would hear her heart pounding.

The unexpected mini orgasm took away the urge to touch herself in the shower, giving her time to shave again, but not to wash her long hair. That would have to wait til tomorrow.

The girls packed up and got back on the road. 45 minutes later, they turned down a gravel road with a metal sign across it saying Welcome to Camp Whispering Wind. They drove through the forest for nearly a mile before it opened into a clearing at the edge of a large lake.

Within the clearing were three large log buildings, including the main lodge. Scattered around the surrounding tree line were eighteen cabins. Becky explained that each cabin held eight campers for a max capacity at the camp of 144 camper for every 10-day period. A separate cluster of 4 cabins were where the leaders and camp counselors stayed. Separate bathroom and shower facilities for boys, girls, and adults were mixed throughout the cabins. A large swimming pool behind the main lodge completed the camp.