My Life. Danielle’s Story Ch. 1 by SLCPunk1_0_1
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The beginnings of Danielle’s sexual history. , For those of you who read the MY LIFE series, you will recognize Danielle as the girl who broke my heart when I caught her banging her stepdad. For those of you who haven’t, I recommend you do, but it’s not required.
She was my first real girlfriend, and she is a real person. She was rather promiscuous when I met her, while I was still a virgin. Before we dated we were friends, and I learned all about her, finding out how she lost her virginity, and stuff like that. Her life was entertaining and tragic, mainly because it was so characterized by sex. Her sexual history practically defined her, and while I don’t know what became of her, you can bet that her path was forged by her good looks and willingness to let men use her. This is her story.
I was just a girl. It was the summer time. As a sort of coming of age gift, my parents had sent me to summer camp. It was a girls only camp, but it was a week away from parents and truly made me feel grown up.
The camp was the largest of its kind for several surrounding states and was only for girls. They sorted us into bunk houses based on our ages, which was nice, but being around so many older girls made me uncomfortable at times. First of all, I had only just had a birthday, and I hadn’t yet shown an interest in boys (which was fine because they hadn’t shown much interest in me either). Second, seeing the bodies of the other girls made me self conscious of my own.
I was short and a little pudgy at this age, far from the girl I would grow to be. I had a decent pair of breasts for my age, which was nice because when guys are younger they like boobs no matter who they’re attached to. But having boobs when other girls don’t can be it’s own problem too. It wasn’t just my figure that made me feel awkward around the older girls, it was everything. They were just so pretty.. tall, with cute clothes and makeup… they even wore thongs, they all looked like should be on a CW show.
There was one shower house for the camp. Girls from any age used it, just not counselors. It was a big room with no shower curtains, just several pipes coming straight out of the ground. Each one had 5 shower heads pointed in different directions, and knobs for each. The showers were available all day, but naturally everyone waited to use them at night before bed. I’d look around the room at the different girls. The younger ones chatting and splashing water at each other, and the older ones doing womanly things. I admired them as they shaved their legs and underarms. Many even shaved their cunts down to the skin, revealing smooth tender flesh along the sides of their snatches. I looked down at my own pussy, still covered by its original mound of pubic hair. One of my friends told me that it’s supposed to help with sex. I looked around at the girls showering, each one I saw with a shaved twat I immediately thought of differently, more mature, more of a woman, sexier… it meant she must’ve had sex.
I tried imagining what sex must be like. I’d taken a sexual education class, but that’s pretty much just an anatomy lesson that labels the parts. What I wanted to know was what sex was like! How did two people start? Does the boy just ask “hi, will you have sex with me”? I had so many questions. I’m not sure why, I hadn’t even kissed a boy yet. So I definitely never looked at one and imagined him fucking me. I’d never masturbating before, hell I hadn’t even gotten my period yet.
These questions, and the desire to know more, were amplified but the constant conversations going on around me. Girls talking about boys, what they’ve done with them, and how many they’ve done it with. I now know that most of the girls were full of shit, just trying to sound cool and one-up each other. But at the time I wanted to be as sexy and cool as they were, and that meant that I wanted to have sex.
I heard words that I’d never heard before, things like fingering and blowjob. I had to ask a friend what they meant, she admitted that she didn’t know what a blowjob was, but explained about fingering. She said it was like masturbating, but a guy was doing it to you. She was surprised when I didn’t know what masturbation was either, and had to explain. She told me what to do, and how to do it, and said that it would feel really good. The idea of it was strange to me and I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. She pointed out that if I wasn’t ready to touch myself, then I definitely wasn’t ready to touch a guy like that, or have him touch me.
I got offended by that, and pulled my shorts and panties down right there in front of her. We were in the woods, not far from the main camp area, just enough away that we were concealed. I placed my hand on my crotch and slid my fingers through my pubic hairs towards the opening of my twat. Standing there with my legs bowed, trying to finger myself in front of my friend was awkward to say the least, but what made it worse was that it didn’t feel good at all.
“No, you’ll never get there doing it like that!” She said, laughing a bit. “Here sit down.” She said, and we both sat in the grass. She pulled her shorts and panties down just a bit, and spread her legs. I watched as she closed her eyes and rubbed her the lips around her pussy slowly. She was the same age as me, but had obviously been doing this for awhile. I mimicked her, working the outside before putting my fingers inside. I watched her start to squirm, her fingers moving faster, and her breathing increase until she stopped suddenly, her body tense and she began to shudder. It felt good, but I was not having the same reaction as her. She had just orgasmed, and I clearly had not. I tried several more times over the next day, but never got anything more than simply feeling nice.
It didn’t matter I guess, because losing my virginity was easier said than done at an all girls summer camp. And even once I got home I had no real guy friends, or boys that were into me. The only one I knew was my stepbrother, and he was 5 years older than me and already in high school. But even though I was at a camp full of girls, there were a actually a few guys. They were staff members, all much older than me of course, not that it mattered. There was Dale, Steve, Jimmy and Ricky. Dale was Jimmy and Ricky’s dad. There mom, Susan, was a staff member there too. Dale and Susan ran the kitchen together, while the boys, who were 17 and 18, were sort of like janitors or maintenance guys around the camp.
Then there was Steve, he was a total heartthrob. Older, in his 40s, but incredibly handsome and in killer shape. He ran the waterfront, which at the camp was a lake. He oversaw the lifeguards and boating instructors, and personally taught the swimming classes to the younger girls. This meant that he was walking around shirtless and wet all the time. I wasn’t the only one to notice him, in fact girls were always following him around and giggling. He was a nice guy though and acted like he never noticed.