All characters depicted in this story are aged 18 and are consenting adults.
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Chapter 1
As the school term came to an end, I couldn’t contain my excitement for the approaching summer and my annual pilgrimage to summer camp. Turning 18 this year marked a significant milestone in my life: I had transitioned from being a mere camper to taking on the role of a camp counsellor.
Some of my fondest summer memories centred around those three magical weeks at Summer Camp. Nestled amidst a picturesque landscape of towering trees, shimmering lakes, and majestic mountains, it truly felt like an enchanted paradise.
It was a place where a multitude of firsts unfolded in my life. I can still vividly recall my very first kiss, a memory forever etched in my mind, and Janet Miller’s ingenious entrepreneurial spirit for charging five dollars a pop for that stolen moment. Boys lined up, and Janet’s pockets grew heavier — she was undoubtedly a budding business mogul in the making.
However, what made Summer Camp truly unforgettable was the birth of my first real crush, and her name was Mara Johansson.
A few years back, I had the privilege of meeting Mara, and from the moment our paths crossed, it was as though the stars had aligned. We connected instantly, bonding over our shared sense of humour and our insatiable passion for all things nerdy. The only downside to our burgeoning friendship was the considerable geographic distance that separated us.
Mara’s shoulder-length light blond hair was a nod to her Swedish heritage. Those round black-rimmed glasses framed her face to perfection, and her braces? Well, they added a unique charm to her smile, not to mention her goofy laugh. Some folks might’ve found it irritating, but not me, it cracked me up.
As I navigated my early teenage years, I couldn’t help but notice the transformations occurring in the opposite sex, the fuller figures, and more defined curves. Mara though appeared to lag behind her peers in that department.
On the contrary, I had never considered myself much of a looker. Tall and exceptionally skinny, I was the kind of guy who perpetually kept his T-shirt on during swimming sessions. My self-consciousness stemmed from my bony ribs and my disproportionately twig-like arms and legs.
Perhaps that’s why I cherished Mara’s company so profoundly — we were two awkward-looking teenagers trying to find our way through the complexities of adolescence.
But something within me changed after last summer. I made a conscious decision to take charge of my appearance. I embraced a rigorous running routine to improve my fitness and delved headfirst into weight training. The results were nothing short of remarkable. My once-skinny frame, with its prominent ribs, underwent a remarkable transformation into a physique boasting well-defined abs, a chiseled chest, and more muscular arms and legs. I felt an overwhelming sense of pride in this transformation, a testament to all my hard work.
Today was the big day, the one I had been eagerly anticipating for weeks: the preparation for camp. The excitement was tangible from the moment I opened my eyes. With unwavering determination, I made a beeline for the bathroom, ready to commence my ritual of transformation.
As I stood at the bathroom sink, toothbrush in hand, gazing into the mirror, my eyes were drawn to my sporadic chest hair. I couldn’t help but think of the many guys I knew who regularly shaved their chests, a grooming practice I had contemplated but never mustered the motivation to undertake.
Today was the day though, I silently vowed. This year, I wouldn’t hide beneath a T-shirt; I would proudly embrace my new self.
After brushing my teeth I reached for the electric shaver and embarked on the task at hand.
In a mere ten minutes, every single strand of hair had found its new home on the bathroom floor. The outcome? A remarkably smooth chest that I couldn’t help but admire. I must confess, I was pleasantly surprised by not only how good I looked but also how incredibly confident and content I felt in my own skin.
I undressed in preparation for my shower, and as I did, my gaze inadvertently fell upon the thick, unruly bush of pubic hair that nestled above my member. I found myself caught in a brief but contemplative staring contest between the shaver and my reflection in the mirror, each one challenging me to make a decision. After a moment’s hesitation, I bit my lip and thought, “Ah, what the hell.”
With newfound resolve, I reached for the shaver once more and got to work. The meticulous trim brought about a neater look. It was also a bonus that it created the illusion of adding an extra inch to my appendage.
Satisfied with the results, I eagerly hopped into the shower to continue my preparations.
Once I had finished, I made my way back to my room to get dressed and to continue my packing.
As I carefully folded my clothes and tucked them away in my bag, I couldn’t resist stealing a moment to myself. With a sense of nostalgia and bubbling excitement, I made my way over to my desk and opened a small, weathered box. Inside rested a treasure trove of letters exchanged between Mara and me since our first encounter.
Our decision to become pen pals had been a stroke of brilliance. We’d share the details of our everyday lives, accompanied by silly little doodles that often made us laugh. Each letter, a testament to our enduring friendship, held within it the anticipation of our yearly reunion at camp.
As I perused her handwritten words, a warm smile unfurled across my face, and my excitement for the approaching weeks at camp surged to new heights.
Chapter 2
The drive up to summer camp was a long one, one that my folks were happy to oblige.
All I could think about was seeing Mara again, and whether or not I could summon the courage to tell her how I really felt.
When we finally arrived, the familiar scent of pine trees and the distant hum of laughter filled the air. My heart raced with anticipation as we pulled into the camp’s parking area.
This was the place where the magic of summer unfolded, where Mara and I had shared unforgettable moments, and where I knew the best memories of this summer awaited.
As we bid our farewells to our parents and rides, the assembly of teen counsellors began to make their way into the bustling main hall.
Upon the stage stood a woman clutching a wooden clipboard, who soon demanded our attention. Her voice resonated throughout the hall, silencing the chatter and drawing everyone’s focus.
“Can I have your attention, please?” she called out.
A hush descended upon the crowd as all eyes turned to her.
“Thank you. For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Sara, and I’m the assistant camp coordinator. Robert, the camp coordinator, is running a little bit behind, so feel free to talk amongst yourselves until he arrives.”
Conversations resumed, and the hall buzzed with animated discussions. I glanced around, searching for Mara, but she seemed to be elusive. It was then that I felt a gentle touch on my arm.
“Jakey? Is that you?” a girl’s voice inquired.
I turned to face her, and did a double take.
“Mara, oh my god. Is that really you?” I asked, taken aback.
She embraced me warmly. “The one and only.”
“Oh my god, you’ve changed so much. What happened to the glasses – Contacts?”
“Even better – laser eye surgery. As soon as I turned 18, it was the first thing I did.”
“And the braces?”
“Removed just last month.”
I looked her up and down again. She wore a short floral summer dress that accentuated her figure in all the right places. She had truly blossomed over the past year, which could be politely translated to having developed a nice pair of assets and a shapely figure.
“Wow, just wow, Mara.”
“Oh, stop it, Jake,” she said, her cheeks flushing as she playfully slapped my arm.
“Oh, wow, these are new,” she remarked, her fingers brushing against my bicep.
“Someone’s been working out.”
“No, no, it’s just the spinach like Popeye,” I replied, jokingly.
She let out a familiar goofy laugh. She may have looked different, but I’d recognise that laugh any where.
A man strode onto the stage, standing alongside Sara.
“Good morning, everyone!” he announced, clapping his hands together. The hall fell silent once more.
“My name is Robert, and I’m the camp coordinator. Welcome to summer camp!”
The room erupted into cheers.
He smiled and signalled for quiet.
“First, we’ll get you all checked in and assign you your camp buddies. We’ll show you to your tents and give you a basic tour. When we’re done, we’ll meet back here for our safeguarding session and run through the itinerary of activities.”
Sara took over. “We’ve put together a list of who you’re paired up with on the wall behind you.”
The crowd turned to see the notice on the wall, slowly taking turns to discover their buddies.
At this point, Sara and Robert conversed on stage, occasionally glancing at Mara. Soon, they made their way over to us.
“Hey Mara, could we have a word please?”
They pulled Mara aside, engaged in discussion, and then Mara pointed toward me. Robert looked my way and signalled for me to join them.
“Oh, hi Jake. I was just explaining to Mara here about the situation we’re facing. Essentially, Mara’s assigned buddy Janet Miller couldn’t make it, leaving her without one. I asked Mara who she’d like to be her buddy and she chose you. Additionally, we’re short of a male camper and to top it off one of our tents broke yesterday. Ordinarily, we don’t allow boys and girls to share a tent, but we’re left with little choice. Mara is comfortable sharing with you. Are you okay with that arrangement?”
“If Mara’s fine with it, I’m fine with it,” I replied.
“Wonderful, that simplifies things.”
Mara and I exchanged smiles.
“Oh, and it goes without saying — no funny business you two.”
“Yes sir,” we responded in unison.
Sara and Robert then turned and disappeared into the crowd.
“Guess we’re roommates,” Mara said.
“I guess so.”
This was going to be an intriguing experience. I had never shared a tent with a girl before.
With no need to check the notice, we both exited the hall. Being familiar with the camp’s layout, we quickly located a prime spot for our tent.
I unzipped the tent, and we both stepped inside.
“So, which side do you want roomie?” I asked.
Mara nibbled on her fingertip in thought. “Umm, the right side please.”
“Cool,” I said, tossing my bag onto the left side.
From that point on, the day seemed to stretch on endlessly. We attended numerous meetings on safeguarding and working with children, all in preparation for the arrival of the campers the next day. By the time it was all over, we were all exhausted and retreated back to our tents.
Mara unzipped her bag and pulled out an oversized t-shirt. It was none other than a Star Wars “Return of the Jedi” top, and it looked like it could have comfortably fit about four times her size.
“Hey Jake, I need to change, so…”
“Of course, no need to explain.”
I promptly exited the tent, securing the zipper behind me, and stood guard outside.
After about two minutes, she called out.
“I’m done; you can come back in now.”
I unzipped the door and re-entered. Mara had donned her oversized t-shirt, and crawled into her sleeping bag which she had pulled up to her chest. I couldn’t help but notice her bra peeking out from her bag.
“Do you need to change?” Mara asked, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
“Um, I usually sleep in my underwear,” I admitted.
“Oh.”
“But I can keep my shorts on if you’re not comfortable with that,” I offered.
“No, it’s okay. If that’s your usual routine.”
“But I’ll have to change in here if that’s alright.”
“Sure, sure. Would you like me to turn around?”
I pondered for a moment, realising that I had grown somewhat desensitised to changing in front of others due to the frequent gym visits.
“It’s up to you. It’s not like I’ll be going nude,” I replied, starting to remove my shoes.
I removed my top and unbuttoned my cargo shorts, sliding them down.
As I did, I noticed Mara’s gaze lingering, and she watched as I revealed my snug navy boxer briefs, and well, the outline beneath.
I glanced in her direction, and she suddenly fixed her eyes on the ceiling, but it was pretty clear she was taking a peek.
Once settled into our sleeping bags, we began chatting and catching up on each other’s lives, and before we knew it, we had talked for most of the night.
Chapter 3
The following morning, I turned to face Mara, who was still peacefully asleep. As I opened my eyes, I was met with a sight that left me stunned — one of Mara’s breasts had slipped out of her t-shirt. It was right there, practically within arm’s reach, her perfect breast with a small dusky pink areola and a pert nipple. I couldn’t tear my gaze away; it was like a magnet drawing my eyes.
Naturally, the unexpected view had an effect, and I found myself growing noticeably hard. Just as Mara began to stir, I quickly shut my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I waited a few minutes, then cautiously opened one eye. Mara had shifted, and her chest was once again concealed beneath her nighty.
I had to get out of there; otherwise, I felt like I might explode. The best distraction I could think of was going for an early morning run. I carefully climbed out of my sleeping bag to avoid waking her, given my evident condition. I was sporting a sizeable erection that strained against my underwear. I grabbed my shorts and hastily put them on, then snatched my t-shirt, quietly leaving Mara behind.
Once outside, I did a few stretches, which felt somewhat awkward given my current state. I set off on a run around the lake.
By the time I returned, it seemed everyone was awake. I had taken off my t-shirt due to the heavy sweating, letting it hang around my neck. My face, arms, and chest glistened in the morning sun. Out of nowhere, Mara appeared.
“Hey Jake, missed you this morning.”
“Yeah, thought I’d go for an early run, you know keep up with the routine. I’m just about to head to the showers, I’ll catch up with you when I get back.”
“Before you go, Sara came round earlier and asked if we could prepare the campfire area. Could you help me set up for tonight? We need to arrange some logs for the kids to sit on, and I could really use a nice, strong man to help me out.”
“Sure.”
We walked over to the campsite, and she showed me how she wanted the logs positioned. I tossed my t-shirt onto the ground and got to work, lifting the heavy logs.
Mara stood there, watching as my body flexed with each lift. I had already moved two logs when I noticed a few other girls had joined Mara. I couldn’t help but be aware that they were essentially ogling my physique now.
I moved the last log into position.
“Is that everything, Mara?” I asked, now thoroughly drenched in sweat.
“What do you think, girls? Does it look good?” Mara asked.
“Looks good from where I’m standing,” one of the girls replied, her gaze clearly fixated on me rather than the log arrangement.
“Alright then, I’ll leave you to it.”
“Bye Jake,” they all chimed in.
How things had changed; it was only a few years ago that I was invisible to the opposite sex, and now they were forming groups to catch a glimpse of me.
When I returned from the shower, Mara and I started talking again.
“You know, I think you’ve unwittingly started a fan club” She grinned.
I raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. “A fan club? Really?”
“Absolutely. They all seemed quite eager for tickets to the ‘gun show’.”
With a wink, I jokingly flexed my muscles, making Mara chuckle.
She leaned in a bit closer, a playful glint in her eye. “Well, can’t say I blame them. Your hard work at the gym is clearly paying off.”
“Thanks, Mara. I appreciate that,” I said, genuinely touched by her compliment. “So, are you mentally prepared for the chaos today? Kids arriving, activities in full swing — it’s going to be a whirlwind. What time do they all start checking in?”
Mara considered for a moment before replying, “Sara mentioned that check-in begins around midday.”
“Great,” I replied, exhaling with a mix of excitement and anticipation.
“We better get ready.”
Chapter 4
The kids had arrived, and they were settling in. The first few days were a bit hectic, to say the least, but we were starting to get the hang of being on the other side of the fence.
Every night before wrapping up for the day, all the counsellors would check the activity board to see which activities they were leading the next day.
Mara and I checked the schedule. I was scheduled to lead a group of kids on a hike with another boy called Peter, while she had the morning off.
“Sweet, morning free. Looks like I’ll be having a lie-in,” she declared triumphantly.
“It’s alright for some,” I responded, though deep down, I couldn’t help but wish for a lie-in with her.
The next morning, I left Mara to enjoy her extra rest and began my camp duties.
I had just gathered all the children, ensuring they had everything they needed for our hike through the woods when I realised I had forgotten my own canteen.
“Shoot!” I muttered under my breath, trying to avoid swearing in front of the kids.
“I’ll just run back to my tent to grab my canteen; I’ll be back in a jiff,” I told Peter, who was assisting me with the kids that day.
I briskly jogged back to our tent and unzipped the flaps.
“Hey, Mara, I just need to grab my… holy shit. I’m sorry, so sorry.”
As soon as I opened the tent, there was Mara. Her legs were spread wide open, she had lifted her oversized t-shirt up and her fingers were knuckle deep in between her legs pleasuring herself. Her other hand was playing with her breast. My eyes went into overdrive, instantly scanning every inch of her not to miss a single detail. Her breasts, her pussy, her trimmed bush.
I panicked and quickly zipped the doors closed and stumbled backwards, before picking myself up and running back to Peter with the kids.
Oh my god, did I just see what I thought I saw. Holy shit. It was the first time I saw a girl’s pussy. I tried really hard to push it out of my head. The last thing I want is a huge boner while taking the kids for a hike, they’d never let me back if someone notice.
“Is everything ok? You look a little pale.” Peter asked.
“Yes, yes. All good. Thanks. Right kids who’s ready to go,” I shouted out desperately trying to change the subject.
After a few hours hiking with kids, we all returned back for dinner.
I had thought about what I saw, and how I should react when I see Mara next. It was probably for the best if I pretend I didn’t see anything.
I didn’t see Mara for the rest of the afternoon, I think she knew I saw her and was avoiding me. By the time night fell and all the kids were safely in their tents, all the counsellors went back to their tents.
This was going to be awkward. I took a deep breath and unzipped the doors and crawled in. Mara was lying on top of her sleeping bag facing away from me. I guess she wasn’t in a talking mood. I laid on my own sleeping bag and just stared at the top of the tent, wondering what to say.
Suddenly, Mara got up and left the tent.
“Mara wait,” I called out.
I got up to follow her out, I could see she was running towards the small dock by the lake.
I ran after her. By the time I caught up with her, she was already sitting at the end of the dock with her feet dangling above the water.
“Go away.”
“Mara, what’s the matter.”
“You know!” She said adamantly.
“I, I…”
“I have never been so embarrassed. I’m going to call my parents tomorrow to pick me up.”
I sat down next to her.
“Please don’t do that Mara,” I begged.
“I can’t even look at you. I’m so ashamed.”
Mara began to sob.
“No, I’m definitely going. I can’t have you knowing that’s what I do.”
“Come on now Mara, it’s not like you’re the only person who does it.”
She looked at me, her wet cheeks were illuminated by the moonlight.
“But you saw it.”
“Look, I swear I’ll never mention it to anyone. It will be our little secret. A secret between friends.”
“No, I can’t. I’m going home. How would you feel if I walked in on you, with your legs spread apart stroking your…”
I thought about it for a second.
“If you did catch me, would you have chased me down here to convince me to stay?”
“I dunno, probably.”
“Look at this way, we’re friends, right?”
“Uh huh,” she said in between sobs.
“Well as friends, you shared a brief intimate moment with me. Well, what if I shared a brief intimate moment with you?”
I reached down to my shorts and unbuttoned.
Mara looked at me and grabbed my hand.
“You don’t have to do this Jake.”
“Sorry Mara, but playground rules. You showed me yours, now I have to show you mine.”
She chuckled, then cautiously removed her hand from mine.
I honestly don’t know what came over me, this was such a wild solution, it kinda made sense in a bizarre way, but Mara didn’t exactly say no.
I pulled my zipper down; her eyes were transfixed on my hand. I slipped my fingers into my underwear and pulled out my flaccid member. I pinched and tugged at it, and it slowly started to grow in my hand until I was fully erect.
She looked at it in amazement, her mouth slightly open.
“I’ve never seen one in the flesh before, only in the biology books. It’s so… big,” She remarked.
Mara wiped the tears from her face.
I can’t believe I was about to do this.
“Ok, here goes.”
I started to stroke myself, building a steady rhythm. It was both exhilarating and scary to be doing this in front of Mara.
A bead of precum oozed out the tip, I started to squeeze tighter and stroke faster. I could feel the orgasm coming.
Then it happened. My eyes closed and my face scrunched up, my dick pulsing in my hand.
I shot my load in front of Mara. Three spurts arced out of me and landed in the water in front of us, making little plunking noises as it landed. Once I was done, I tucked myself back in and did up my shorts.
I turned to look at Mara.
“Now we have a shared secret,” I told her.
“I can’t believe you shared something so private… for me,” Mara sniffed.
She smiled at me and leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek.
“Thank you Jake, you’re a good friend. I think I’m going to stay now.” She said giving me a little smile.
She got up and walked away, leaving me to my post climax daze.
I sat there for a moment and then it hit me.
“Wait! Did I just jerk off in front of Mara, while she watched and then got thanked for it?”
I got up and followed her back to the tent.
We didn’t say anything more about it that night and fell asleep.
Chapter 5
With Mara’s decision to stay, it felt like the status quo had been restored. Her spirits were lifted, and I couldn’t have been happier about her choice.
The following days ushered in a relentless heat wave, forcing us to curtail the majority of outdoor activities. The sun blazed fiercely, compelling the kids to seek refuge in the refreshing embrace of the lake. Mara and I found ourselves on constant lifeguard duty under the scorching sun. Even as the night fell, the relentless heat refused to let up, making sleep an elusive luxury. We lay atop our sleeping bags, the stifling air clinging to us like a second skin.
In the darkness, Mara and I exchanged complaints about the sweltering night. I yearned to shed every layer of clothing, to escape the oppressive heat that had infiltrated our tent. But the presence of Mara, my friend and tent-mate, left me feeling self-conscious.
“Jake?” Mara’s voice broke the silence. “Do you want to sneak out for a midnight swim? I might just melt away if I don’t cool down soon.”
My eyes lit up with the promise of relief. “Oh my god, yes! That’s a brilliant idea,” I replied, enthusiasm surging through me.
We decided to bide our time with a game of cards, waiting for the camp to fall into a deep slumber. The minutes crawled by, and as soon as it hit midnight, we seized our chance. Silently, we grabbed our towels and slipped out of the tent and ventured to the far side of the lake, where the water beckoned like a siren in the moonlight.
As we reached the water’s edge, a moment of hesitation hung between us. The time had come to shed our clothes, and uncertainty gripped the air.
“Are we going all in, a full skinny dip, or should we play it safe and keep our underwear on?” I inquired, my voice betraying a mix of excitement and apprehension.
Mara’s gaze swept over me, her eyes locking onto mine as she weighed the options. The anticipation of her response held me in suspense.
“I’ll go full skinny if you do,” Mara declared, her voice carrying a hint of challenge as she awaited my response.
My heart raced at her bold proposition. After a deep breath, I replied with newfound confidence, “Alright, let’s do it.”
Slowly, we began the process of shedding our clothing. With each article removed, a sense of anticipation and vulnerability grew. Our eyes surreptitiously traced the contours of each other’s bodies, every glance laden with curiosity and desire. Finally, we stood there, baring our naked forms to the moonlit night, the cool breeze caressing our skin, and our hearts pounding with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty.
If I didn’t get into the water soon, I knew my body would betray me and reveal to Mara how attractive I found her.
Taking a deep breath, I ventured into the lake. The cool water enveloped me, providing sweet relief from the sweltering night. I could feel Mara’s eyes on me as my pale backside disappeared beneath the surface.
Once I’d waded out far enough, I turned to witness Mara’s graceful entrance. With a joyful splash, she submerged herself entirely, her body gliding effortlessly through the water. I watched, captivated, as her figure shifted from her front to her back, her breasts breaking the surface in the moonlight.
She gradually made her way closer to me, and I couldn’t help but smile. “God, this feels so good,” she sighed in relief.
“It’s just what I needed,” I agreed, feeling the tension in my muscles ease as the cool water embraced me.
While Mara was busy treading water, I found my feet touching the lake’s sandy bottom. I stood there, a stable presence in the gently rippling water, while she bobbed playfully around me.
But our idyllic moment took an unexpected turn. Suddenly, Mara cried out in pain, her face contorting. “Ooh, leg cramp. Ow, ow, ow.”
Without a second thought, and realising she couldn’t reach the lakebed, she swam over to me in a flurry of splashes, wrapping her legs around my waist and gripping onto me for support.
“Mara, are you okay?” I asked, concern lacing my voice.
“Sorry, sorry. It’s a leg cramp, my leg hurts. I’ll be fine in a minute, if you’re comfortable holding me.”
Mara’s naked body was now tightly wrapped around mine, her thighs gripping my torso for support.
Despite the frigid water, there was no suppressing the inevitable. I grew increasingly aroused, and her body undulating against mine didn’t help. Then, it happened — her body descended a little lower, and her mound brushed against my swollen member.
“Oooh,” she gasped, the unexpected contact eliciting a shiver from both of us.
I struggled to maintain my composure, doing my utmost to prevent any premature eruptions.
“Sorry, I’m not accustomed to having a beautiful naked girl grinding against me,” I admitted.
Mara seized on my words, her eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. “You think I’m beautiful?”
“Yeah, I do,” I replied, my voice laced with undeniable sincerity.
In that electrifying moment, Mara kissed me. It was an unspoken confession of desire and longing that hung heavy in the air.
“What was that for?” I asked, breathless and taken aback.
“Because I like you Jake,” she admitted, her eyes locked onto mine with unwavering intensity.
“Well, I like you too Mara,” I confessed with a genuine smile.
“Jake, I have somewhat of a confession to make.”
“And what’s that?”
“That morning when you saw me, You know taking care of myself.”
“How could I forget.” I said with a smile.
“I was thinking of you. I can’t seem to get you out of my head.”
Mara just blew my mind, all this time I was thinking of her and she was doing the exact same thing about me.
This time, I leaned in, and our lips met once more. The kiss was a fiery testament to our shared passion, an unspoken promise that united us in the moonlit waters. Mara’s fingers wove through my hair as our kiss deepened, and the warmth of her tongue dancing with mine ignited a powerful connection between us.
She drew herself even closer to my body, her breasts pressing firmly against my chest. The cold water had hardened her nipples, and she slipped once more, causing my throbbing member to slide between her lips.
Mara couldn’t contain her gasp, followed by a deep breath. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she bit down on her lower lip.
Every moment was a form of exquisite torment. My arousal was undeniable, aching for more.
And then, she whispered in my ear, her words like a bolt of lightning striking my senses, “Jake, I want you to be my first.”
My heart raced, its thunderous rhythm echoing in my ears. Mara pulled away slightly, her eyes searching mine, awaiting my response.
“Are you sure Mara?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of desire and uncertainty.
A smile spread across her face as she nodded, her eyes never leaving mine.
Unable to hold back my own grin, I took a step forward and headed towards the shore, each stride causing my throbbing dick to brush against her mound. It was driving us both wild.
Mara reveled in the sensation, her gasps and sighs a testament to her desire.
As we waded into shallower waters, she climbed off me, using my arm for support as we walked to the shore. My rigid arousal bobbed with every step, aching for fulfilment.
Finally, when we reached dry land, Mara spread our towels on the ground, sat down, and then reclined on her back, her desire and anticipation palpable in the moonlight.
As she slowly parted her legs, her invitation hung heavily in the air. I dropped to my knees, my eagerness driving me closer to her with each shuffling movement.
A sudden rush of anxiety hit me, and I hesitated, looking into her eyes. “Shouldn’t we use protection?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and concern.
Her reassuring words eased my worry. “It’s okay, I’m on birth control,” she said, her gaze locked with mine.
Then, with vulnerability in her eyes, she asked, “Will I be your first as well?”
I nodded, my heart pounding as we shared this intimate conversation.
Her smile conveyed a sense of shared understanding. “We should be okay then,” she said, the weight of our decision settling between us.
Still intensely aroused from the water, I lowered my body onto hers, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss and my erection pushing against her stomach.
My heart raced as I realised that this was it–I was about to lose my virginity. In mere seconds, the mystery would unravel, and I would finally know what it felt like.
As our passion deepened, I felt her hand grip my dick, and then it happened, the anticipation proved too much for me. My body responded involuntarily, and I released onto her hand and stomach.
“Oh, oh,” Mara cried out, her shock mingling with understanding.
My embarrassment overwhelmed me as I watched my cum drip through her fingers and onto her pubic hair. I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me whole.
“I, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to,” I stammered, mortified.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” she reassured me, her gentle touch and understanding demeanour providing a lifeline.
With a calmness that surprised me, she glanced at the evidence on her hand and wiped it on her chest.
“Oh, Mara, I’m so embarrassed,” I admitted, my cheeks burning.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said, her voice filled with compassion. “Maybe we’re rushing things a bit. Why don’t you help me up, and we can both get cleaned up?”
I stood up, my embarrassment still lingering, and reached out to help her up. Together, we waded back into the water until it reached our waist, the coolness providing a welcome contrast to the heat of our passion.
She took my hand, her touch gentle and reassuring. “How about we take it slow,” she suggested, her voice filled with a seductive intimacy that sent shivers down my spine.
She guided my hand to her breast, allowing me to wipe off the remnants of my earlier excitement. Her soft, warm flesh yielded beneath my touch as I fondled her breasts and teased her nipples between my fingers.
She let out soft, melodic moans, encouraging me to explore further.
“You got some here,” she whispered sensually, lowering my hand beneath the water to her stomach. My fingers traced the curves of her midriff and hips as she granted me permission to caress her, each touch igniting the flames of desire.
She gazed up at me, her eyes locked onto mine, and then she directed my attention lower.
“And finally, there’s a bit here,” she murmured, guiding my hands between her legs.
A soft whimper escaped her lips as my fingers explored the delicate terrain of her mound. Although I couldn’t see much, my touch revealed a small, sensitive bump. I circled it with my middle finger and applied gentle pressure.
Mara’s moans grew in intensity, the heat of the moment enveloping us both. She rested her forehead against my chest, allowing her to process the euphoric sensations coursing through her body.
With a sensuous movement, she raised her leg and latched onto my hip, granting me better access. She took hold of my fingers, pushing them deeper inside her.
A loud, sultry moan escaped her lips as she bit down on her bottom lip, the sensations overwhelming her.
She released my hand and wrapped her arms tightly around me. I slipped in another finger, feeling the warm, spongy softness inside her.
“Mmm, Jake, go faster,” she whispered seductively into my ear, her desire driving her wild.
I obliged, sliding my fingers in and out of her in a rapid, rhythmic dance, where my earlier attempt had faltered. Her grip around me tightened, her body responding to the increasing intensity.
Her breathing became laboured, her gasps of pleasure growing more pronounced. Then, her orgasm took control, her body quivering against mine in a climax of ecstasy.
I stopped, my fingers slowly withdrawing from her, our connection now deepened in ways we never expected.
She looked at me, her eyes filled with warmth and affection, and kissed me again before taking my hand, leading me out of the water.
With our bodies still tingling from the shared intimacy, we dried ourselves off with the towel and slowly put our clothes back on. The night air seemed to carry a different kind of magic as we walked back to the tent, our steps filled with a newfound closeness.
As we entered our tent, the atmosphere shifted. We both knew that this was a moment of vulnerability, a chance to be honest with each other. We changed for bed, but it was still too warm to sleep inside the sleeping bags, so we slept on top of them.
I couldn’t help but break the silence. “Mara, I’m sorry about what happened earlier. I hope it hasn’t put you off.”
Mara turned to me, her eyes reflecting a reassuring understanding. “Don’t be silly, Jake,” she said softly, her voice filled with warmth and affection. “We’ll try again, I promise.”
In that moment, as we lay side by side in the dimly lit tent, I felt a deep connection with Mara, one that transcended our earlier mishap, and a sense that our sexual journey together was only just beginning.
Chapter 6
The following morning, I woke up with a stretch and a yawn and looked over to Mara, who was sitting cross legged on her sleeping bag reading a book.
She noticed me wake up.
“Morning sleepy head.”
“Morning, what time is it?”
“About 6.15.”
Mara put her book face down on the floor and crawled closer to me.
“Nice dream?”
I looked at her confused.
“How did you know I was having a dream?
She pointed to the tent I was making in my boxers.
“What kind of dream was it?” She asked curiously, but also knowing full well what type it was.
“I can’t say, it’s a bit rude, but all I can say is that you were in it.”
“Oh really.” Her interest perked up.
“Tell me more,” She asked.
“I probably shouldn’t.”
“Oh, go on.”
“Ok, well me and you were kissing.”
“Ok, ok, was it something like this?”
She learned forward and kissed me on the lips passionately. Someone was definitely in a playful mood this morning.
When the kiss broke, she continued.
“Then what else?”
“Well, you weren’t wearing much at the time.”
She pulled up her oversized t-shirt over her head and tossed it behind her. Showing me her perfect breasts.
“Like this.”
“Uh huh.”
“Then what?”
“Well, you kind of straddled my legs.”
She crawled on her hands and knees to my legs, her breasts jiggling as she did.
“Then you started to kiss the inside of my legs, from the knee upwards.”
Mara proceeded to do the same. When she reached the tent I was pitching in my boxers she stopped.
“Then…”
Mara cut me off mid-sentence.
“Let me guess, was it something like this?”
She pulled the elastic waistband down and my engorged member sprang forward.
I arched my head up to see my dick framed by Mara’s hanging breasts.
She looked down and then back up at me and gave me a devilish smile.
She clasped her hand around it and just held it for a moment, then circled the head with her thumb. It felt so good. She brought her face closer to it and kissed the base of my shaft, and started kissing along the shaft until she reached the top.
She glanced back up at me.
“I read somewhere that boys like this. Are you ready for this?” She asked.
All I could do was nod.
She then took me in her mouth, the sensation was immense and I let out a loud groan.
She looked at me and took me out of her mouth. She put her finger to her lips “Shhh!” and then went back to sucking.
This was incredible, it was like all my Christmases came at once. Not only was the feeling incredible, her hot mouth, her saliva, but she looked incredible doing it.
I surprised myself about how long I was lasting. She had been going for a good 3 minutes now. She stopped briefly to pull a hair from her tongue and went back to it.
The sensation was building up now, it was getting harder and harder to hold back.
“Mara, I’m almost there.” I cried out.
Mara stopped and then switched to her hand and started to jerk me off. Her grip tightened and the speed of her strokes increased.
Suddenly my whole body spasmed, I shot out my load, shooting back onto my chest. Mara didn’t let go.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god.”
I had to grab Mara’s hand as my body couldn’t handle any more.
“Sorry, I got carried away,” Mara said laughing.
“I hope it was as good as your dream.”
“Matched and surpassed.” I said propping myself up and giving Mara a kiss.
Mara turned to her bag and a pulled out a wet wipe and began mopping up the mess I’d made on my chest.
“I had a really nice time last night Jake.”
“I did too, I’m just sorry I ruined our special moment.”
“Don’t be, besides you more than made up for it with these,” she said grabbing my fingers.
We both smiled.
“So you liked that did you?”
“I did, I liked that a lot.”
“Oh you did, did you?”
I sat up and rolled Mara on to her back.
As she laid back, looking up at me. I paused for a moment.
“What?”
I brushed back a strand of her hair.
“You’re just so beautiful.”
She blushed with the compliment.
I leaned in for the kiss, I then rested my hand on her chest and slid it over her breast, down her stomach and then to her thigh.
I stroked her thigh, gradually moving my hand higher to her panties, never once breaking our eye contact. I slipped one finger underneath her underwear waistband and slowly slid it from left to right. I could see the excitement build in her face. I moved my hand back to the middle and slipped it all the way in, grazing past her trimmed pubic hair and to her mound. I traced my middle finger along the opening, her body trembling. Her lips slowly moistened with my movements.
I pushed deeper with my finger, remembering what she liked from last night. I rubbed her clit, my fingers getting wetter. Mara was softly moaning and gave herself over to me. I circled it, then massaged it with my middle finger. I pushed a finger in, then another. Her body squirmed. I had an uncontrollable urge to taste her.
I grabbed Mara’s underwear and gently pulled them down and then off, then I positioned myself between her legs, Mara opened them wide, with my face close to her mound I could smell her arousal.
“I read somewhere that girls like this.” I cheekily said, a callback to her earlier comment.
Having never done this before, I didn’t really know what to do, but I wanted to try anyway. I ran my tongue along her opening, tasting her sticky sweetness. I then pushed deeper, my tongue now parting her lips. I found her clit and flicked it with my tongue, I then made circles around and then gently sucked on it.
Mara was making more noise, which only made me want to try harder. Her thighs were squeezing against my head as her body tried to cope with my advances.
She grabbed the back of my head, guiding me to her favourite spot. Her hips now working against my tongue, her slow gyrations, bringing her one step closer to ecstasy. While my tongue worked her clit, I slipped in a finger and slowly began sliding it in and out of her. She gasped audibly then grabbed her pillow and put it over her face to suppress her moans. I slipped in a second finger and picked up the pace. Her legs were shaking, she must be close I thought.
She wrapped her legs around my neck, and pushed me even closer.
Then her whole body tensed up, she let out a muffled cry and then her body relaxed again.
She removed her legs from my neck and I lifted my head up. She moved the pillow from her face.
“Oh my god Jake, where did you learn how to do that?”
“Beginners luck,” I said smiling at her, my top lip and chin redder from the friction of her pubic hair.”
Chapter 7
We had entered the final week of our time at summer camp. The camp coordinators decided to give each group a day off, and today happened to be ours. Mara and I decided to seize the opportunity and make the most of it. We packed a picnic lunch and embarked on a long walk through the beautiful surroundings.
As we strolled hand in hand, the thought crossed my mind that we hadn’t officially had sex yet. We had explored various other aspects of intimacy – I’d jerked off in front of her, I’d fingered her, I’d gone down on her – but the act itself had remained elusive. I couldn’t help but wonder about it. All these experiences with Mara had been incredible, each one etching a deeper connection between us.
Yet, I also couldn’t escape the reality that our time together was drawing to a close. In a few days, we’d be parting ways again. The idea of not having her by my side every day was hard to bear. The questions lingered: What would become of us? Could we make a long-distance relationship work? I pushed away those negative thoughts, determined to enjoy every moment I had left with Mara. Today was about creating the best memories together.
As midday approached, the scorching sun beat down on us relentlessly. Our solution was to leave the main walking trail and seek refuge under the welcoming shade of a large tree. There, we discovered a secluded spot that offered both privacy and respite from the sun’s intensity. We unfurled a blanket and settled in for our lunch, enjoying the cooler atmosphere beneath the protective canopy of leaves.
We engaged in a heartfelt conversation about our shared experiences from the past three weeks, reminiscing about the moments that had brought us closer. Between our words, we exchanged sweet kisses. Lying side by side on the blanket, we gazed up at the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves above, savouring the enchanting ambiance.
“I’m really going to miss you Mara.”
“I’m going to miss you too Jake.”
“We’ll have to meet up, maybe at Christmas?” I suggested.
“Maybe we can take a trip together?”
“I’d like that.”
I turned to my side and propped my head up with my arm.
“Where should we go?”
“I dunno, I’ve always wanted to go to New York at Christmas. Every time I watch a Christmas movie on TV it always looks good.”
“Yeah, New York does sound like fun.”
“Then it’s a date.”
I rolled on to her and kissed her again. I just loved touching her so much.
She pushed me back, reversing it so she was on top, her legs now straddling me. She then looked around, surveying the surrounding area.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Nothing, there’s no one around.” She said with a smile on her face.
She started to unbutton my shorts, then pulling down my zipper. She squeezed the bulge in my boxers and then slipped her hand in and pulled it out.
“I want you, Jake.” She said fondling it.
It slowly started to grow in her hand. It didn’t take long before I was at full mast.
She lifted herself up slightly, so she was squatting over me. The summer dress she was wearing gave us privacy. With her hand tucked under, she began rubbing my dick against her panties. I could feel her wetness through her underwear.
This was it, the moment had arrived (again). I told myself not to blow it this time.
Mara pushed her panties to the side and brushed the head of my dick against her lips. They were warm and slippery, after rubbing for a few seconds. She looked down at me.
“Are you ok?” She asked.
“Yeah, I think so.”
She lowered her body a bit more, my head now parted her lips and was inside her.
The feeling was immense, it was warm, it was wet, and it was soft. Mara adjusted her position, my head slipping in and out of her.
I took in a sharp intake of air.
“Mara that feels so good.”
She lowered herself again, I could feel resistance, Mara face was a mix of determination and discomfort.
“Mara are you good?”
“Yeah, I will be. Just give me a second.”
She adjusted her body again and pushed down. I was now fully inside her, she paused for a moment, taking it all in.
It was incredible, the feeling of being joined together as one.
As she composed herself, she began rocking forward slowly, I could feel her lips sliding up and down my shaft. She moaned softly with each movement. I stroked her thighs, my hands gliding up underneath her dress. This was heaven. I then took my hands off her thighs and raised them in the air. Mara grabbed each hand, our fingers interlocking, I used my upper body strength to support her as she bucked her hips. She was so wet at this point.
Mara leaned forward again, pushing my hands to the floor, her motions intensifying. Her breathing became laboured.
It was getting too much for me, I could feel myself getting closer.
“Mara, I’m getting close,” I cried out.
“Not yet,” She called out. Her face was all flushed, her brow furrowed, as she grinded against me.
Mara let out a loud moan, I could feel her whole body tense up. I quickly followed with my own groan, I came hard inside her. I had obviously experienced orgasms before, but nothing like this. My body shuddered as my dick pulsed and injected my hot load inside of her.
Mara hung over me, trying to get her composure.
“Jake..” She gasped, her heavy breathing, interrupting her mid sentence.
“That was amazing!”
I could feel myself slowly getting softer inside her.
“I know, I’m so glad we did it.”
“Me too!”
She climbed off me and rolled and laid down beside me.
We laid there under the trees, intoxicated by the our sex high.
We had finally done it, our virginities gone and what a way to lose them.
Facing each other, our foreheads touching, all we could do was smile, our cheeks aglow.
We remained there for another hour. During that time, to mark the occasion, I carved our names into the tree, preserving that memory for eternity.
It truly was a summer of firsts.
The End