Summer Camp Stories: Part 2

Time for another round of Summer Camp Stories!  If you want to read the first part, you can find it here.

This one isn’t strictly speaking a summer camp story, but we were still at the camp, even if camp had officially ended, so I think it counts.  It was just a few hours afterwards, anyway.

While camp is in session, there’s a pretty strict policy on alcohol.  If you’re underage and caught drinking, you’re fired on the spot.  If you’re drinking in the same room as someone underage, you’re fired on the spot.  The quickest way to make enemies is to lie about being underage while people are drinking, because you’re basically risking the job of every single person in the room, and yes, some people are so dumb that they do this.  As you might imagine, seven weeks surrounded by teenagers produces a mighty strong urge to drink, which builds up until they’re gone, and there’s just a giant party the last night.

I just barely decided to attend, but I’m glad I did.  I’m not much of a party person, nor am I very much into alcoholic excess, but it was going to be everyone’s last night together, so I decided to at least try it out.  It…was pretty much exactly what I had been expecting.  Not really my kind of thing.  But there was a girl at the party that I had my eye on.  She was pretty butch: short hair, wore suits to dances, &c., but she was cute, and nice, and I had been hoping for some sort of summer fling, so I mostly hung out with her.

While doing some sort of special shot that involved peppermint Schnapps and chocolate syrup, she got some chocolate sauce on her shirt and had to go change.  While she was gone, the party decided to move to merge with the other staff party happening that night.  I stayed behind so that I could tell her what had happened, and I admit, there was an ulterior motive or two, as well, but I didn’t want her being abandoned, so I waited.

Once she came back out in a new shirt, we walked across campus to the new party together, and things got a little flirty.  There was a bench about halfway there that I stopped at, and we sat down for a bit.  I offered her a backrub, she accepted.  Let me just say that I am amazing at giving massages.  I mean incredible.  I love giving them to friends, and they love receiving them.  So as soon as she said yes to a backrub, I was in my element.

She sat between my legs as I massaged her back, fantasies running through my mind.  Should I try to kiss her?  Should I just reach around and give her a frontrub instead?  Should I inch closer so she can feel the effect she’s having on me?  I didn’t want to just start groping her, though, so I kept waiting, hoping that things would be made clear.  And they were.

She turned around and kissed me passionately.  I reciprocated.  She turned around and climbed onto my lap, and we began to furiously pet each other while making out.  Both of our shirts came off.  It was night.  We were alone.  What need did we have for them?  A few minutes in, though, another couple who had been delayed passed by.  We pretty much ignored each other, but it did put a damper on things.  I suggested we go back to the dorms.  She said she wanted to go to the party first, but that afterwards, she’d be up for that.  I eagerly agreed.

I suppose now is the best time to digress a little.  I already mentioned she was pretty butch.  Well, that was foreshadowing.  I forget at what point during the night it came up.  I believe it was when we were petting and making out.  If I recall correctly, I had taken out my cock so she could stroke it a bit, when she told me that she was a lesbian.  See how good my backrubs must be?

So she was a lesbian, but she was curious.  She hadn’t dated a boy since middle school.  She had never gone past kissing with one.  But she was curious and probably feeling uninhibited, as was I, and she wanted to give things a try.  She very explicitly made it clear that she wouldn’t be having sex that night, but I was fine with that.  I think people put too much emphasis on putting a penis inside of a vagina.  Yes, it’s fun, but it’s not the only fun thing you can do.

As you might imagine, the news was pretty flattering.  I had apparently attracted her enough to at least be an acceptable curiosity-satisfier.  (I’ll ignore the theory that I’m just extremely feminine.)  My massage had evidently had quite an effect on her, as well.  And to top it all off, I was going to be her first cock.  I don’t get off on virginity or anything, but it’s always fun to be the first, I think.  I love teaching.  It’s so much fun to get to instruct someone in a new sex act, don’t you think so?

But first, we had to attend the rest of the party.  It was torturous.  I had a beautiful young woman ready to jerk me off, and first I had to sit through an hour or two of other jerks.  It wasn’t that bad.  I actually had a lot of awesome coworkers.  But none of them were about to get naked with me, so, for the time being, they weren’t at the top of my priority list.  I eventually got her to call it a night after massaging her a little bit more and pressing myself firmly against her back, and soon we were walking back to the dorms.

We almost didn’t make it.  We got pretty frisky and handsy on the way, and almost ended up in the grass, but we persevered, and we finally got indoors.  Off came the glasses, off came the clothes, and wow!  To this day, I think I’ve only seen one pair of breasts in person that were nicer than hers, and even then, just barely.  They were perfectly round and perky C cups, a large handful, just marvelous for caressing and sucking.  I’m definitely a breast man, and it was such a lovely surprise to discover what she had been hiding all summer.  It definitely made my night.

She kept her pants on, but I ended up naked.  We kept making out.  She started stroking me.  She seemed interested in it.  She was definitely curious about how a real cock felt.  While we were making out, I reached under her pillow and felt something: something long and hard.

“Is your dildo under your pillow?

She had to admit that it was.  It was a humorous moment, but we soon forgot all about it.  We were more interested in flesh and blood than plastic.  I asked her if she wanted me to do anything to her, but she declined.  She preferred to give others pleasure, she explained, although my having a dick might have affected her decision, as well.  After a while, she asked me for help.  She was trying to figure out how to get me to cum, since just stroking it wasn’t working.  I suggested she try her mouth, an idea that was quickly shot down.  Okay, okay, how about some hand lotion?  That should work.

She filled her hand and got back to work.  I absolutely love getting jerked off while making out.  It’s probably my favorite sex act, to be honest.  It’s intimate and romantic and it feels so good, and my orgasms are always so strong and powerful when I finally climax.  I was getting closer and closer…  I was almost there…  I came…

It was incredible.

Afterwards, we were both exhausted.  It was about 2 am, and we both had to get up early the next morning, but it had been worth it.  She went to go shower, and I went to my room to sleep.  And that’s the story of how I was a straight-curious lesbian’s first handjob.