Camp Sutton Pt. 09

CHAPTER THREE: Setting Sail

The final rotation for this summer was girls from 12-16. I had 14-16 year-olds while the younger girls were at a different set of cabins. It was always a weird time with so many teens running around, but it was fun to be surrounded by so much constant excitement and gossip and entertainment. They wanted their freedom more than the other ages, and I was more than happy to give it to them most of the time. Of course, I watched while they swam because I had lifeguard training and I made sure -- made sure -- they stayed in bed all night. If someone got injured, I fixed them up. But, for the most part, they didn't really want anything to do with me.

Well, besides Sidney. Sid, as she preferred. She'd pretty obviously been forced into this by her parents; she had streaks of home-dyed fading blue hair, wore shredded baggy jeans and chunky boots instead of shorts and sandals or sneakers, and kept pretty quiet around the other girls. She'd brought a pile of books to go through for the next few weeks and spent most of her free time down by the lake reading them.

All the girls in my cabin spent their afternoon free time a few days later up at the pool. Usually, Olive and I would use the time to sneak away and be together. Today, though, the two of us walked down to the beach to talk with Sid. We pretended, for a few minutes, that we were just going for a casual stroll. Barefooted, I walked at the very edge of the lake, my toes sinking into the pebbling sand. Olive stood just close enough that our hands could brush against each other every few steps and she could catch me if I tripped.

When we made our way back in a loop, closer to the boat house again, I waved at Sid and walked closer to her when she waved back. "Hey, Sid. Can we sit with you?"

"Sure," she replied. A little smile touched the corner of her lips. "What's up?"

Before I could say anything, Olive asked, "What are you reading?"

Her voice came out quiet, but there was a little twinge of excitement at someone showing an interest in her. "Ah, it's 'The Color Purple.' There's a new movie coming out."

"Yeah, I've heard," Olive said. She ran her fingers over the sand, creating patterns that chased each other. "Supposed to be good."

When the silence settled around us again, I said, "I just want you to know that there's a lot of cool stuff to do here besides what the other girls like. It doesn't have to be all swimming and friendship bracelets if that's not your thing."

Something sparked in her eyes. "Like what?"

I told her, "Like, we've got that sailing trip across the harbor tomorrow. We could take you out on one of the small boats and teach you some rigging skills, knots and stuff, before we go."

"I didn't know you could tie knots," Sid said with a mischievous tone, like she could already see herself pulling pranks on her younger siblings.

"I know tons of them," Olive cut in. When I cut her a borderline suggestive look, she added, "I grew up here. Lots of sailing experience."

I, of course, seriously doubted Olive had learned most of her knots from sailing, unless tying girls to bed frames counted as sailing now. I shook my head out and asked, "What do you think about that? Could be fun. Learn a new skill, impress all your dates back home."

"As if that would ever happen." She chuckled, pushed some hair behind her ears, closed the book, and replied, "But yeah, yeah, that sounds fun. Just let me put my book away and put on my swim clothes and I'll come with."

"Great! We'll do the same and meet you back here in a few minutes."

I'd worn my swimsuit under my clothes -- which I usually did if there was any chance I might need to go yank a kid out of the lake -- so I just went back to Olive's cabin so I could- well, honestly, so I could watch her change. Even if we didn't have time to do anything sexual, just watching her pull her shirt and bra over her head made my heart melt and my cunt pulse. The way that the afternoon light outlined her breasts and how the shadow caught her hip just-

Jesus, Maisie. Get it together.

The question I'd been asking just a few short days ago had an obvious answer now: Yes, this was love. I lusted after her, yes. I wanted to devour her body every day, all the time. But I also wanted to read the poetry of her, listen to the music of her, and fall into the space she created for me even more than all of that. It was cheesy and that was wonderfully refreshing.

Once she had her sports bra and board shorts on, Olive briefly kissed me by the door, careful to check that nobody was nearby before our lips touched. Honestly, now that I'd had time to think about it, the idea of being able to kiss her and take her and be with her whenever I wanted, out in the open, had become like oxygen to me. I looked forward to it every second of every day.

We walked back to the beach, mutually longing to be hand-in-hand, and met with Sid where she was waiting for us. As Olive and I rejoined Sid on the beach, we were all suited up in our swimsuits and ready for our sailing adventure. The sun was warm against our skin, and the lake glistened under the brilliant summer sky, inviting us to set sail. Olive got the boat ready, taking the time to show Sid the different parts of the sails and ropes.

With the sailboat gently rocking on the water, we began by showing Sid the intricate art of rigging the boat. We demonstrated how to properly hoist the mainsail, its vibrant white fabric billowing as it caught the breeze. Sid observed closely, her keen eyes tracing the path of the lines and the position of the sails. Under the guidance of Olive, she eagerly stepped forward to help, her fingers deftly wrapping the lines around the wooden cleats and securing the sails into position.

Next, we delved into the art of adjusting the sails. Olive explained the importance of finding the right balance between the mainsail and the jib, how to catch the wind's power effectively, and how to make fine-tuned adjustments using the ropes. Sid's interest was palpable as she grasped the principles of sailing, her hands deftly pulling the sheets taut and then easing them to catch the shifting winds.

Once we were satisfied with the sail settings, we moved on to the tiller, the boat's steering mechanism. Sid stood at the helm with Olive, who explained the nuances of steering a sailboat. With a gentle but firm touch, Sid learned how to guide the boat through the water, feeling the subtle shifts in its course as the wind and water played their parts. Olive stood by her side, offering encouragement and providing insights into reading the elements and responding to them.

This was a different side of Olive, one I hadn't really seen before. She was always confident and sure in her movements, but, with Sid, she was also soft and assuring. Teaching, guiding. Suddenly, I saw a life with her stretching out in front of me -- a life beyond late nights and shitty jobs. Out of the city, a cute little house we renovated together, maybe kids. I saw the gentleness that her parents had spent decades forcing into the shadows. It felt really special. My heart raced as the wind whipped over my reddening cheeks, but I knew all the sensations in my body were from Olive, not the activity of helping sail the ship or the beautiful vistas around us.

As we sailed further into the lake, the sun sparkled on the water and the boat glided smoothly through the waves, catching and reflecting each ray of light. Sid's initial apprehension had given way to confidence, and she took the tiller once more, steering the boat with a growing sense of command. Her movements were fluid and precise, and I could see the pride that I'd hoped she would find written on her face as she felt the boat respond to her commands.

The afternoon continued with Sid enthusiastically practicing her new skills, tacking and jibing the boat with ease. She learned how to navigate the changing winds, respond to gusts, and how to anticipate the best moments to adjust the sails and tiller. Olive and I watched her progress to make sure she was being safe and secure, but, honestly, Sid didn't need much help once she had the basics down. Tomorrow, we'd leave all the girls on a ship with a professional, and I knew Sid would be able to learn even more that we couldn't teach her.

When it was finally time to head back toward the shore, Olive took Sid's place at the tiller. The wind filled our sails, and the boat glided gracefully across the water. As we busied ourselves with sailing tasks, I couldn't help but notice a change in Sid as our time together, without the other girls, was drawing to a close. Her eyes darted between Olive and me, as if she were testing the waters -- no pun intended -- before she decided to open up.

With just a few minutes to shore, Sid finally broke the silence. "You know, I'm an only child," she began tentatively. "My parents...they send me to a bunch of different camps every summer just to get me out of the house." Her voice carried a hint of sadness and loneliness. "I don't really have friends and they don't want me staying inside all the time.

Olive nodded, understanding the weight of the words. "That must be tough," she replied gently.

"Yeah," Sid continued. "I don't really have many friends back home. It's a pretty conservative town and I can never figure out how to fit in. I don't want to be like anyone I know."

I leaned closer, our connection growing stronger. "Sid, I get it," I said, my voice filled with empathy. "I grew up in a small town, too, and I never quite felt like I belonged. It's hard when you're different from the people around you."

Sid's shoulders relaxed as she realized we weren't judging her.

Olive said, "And trust me, kid, I've been through some shit in my life, too. My mom -- Mary -- she's just a sweet old lady now, but it wasn't easy growing up for me or my siblings.

Sid's eyes widened. "You're gay?"

For a moment, I froze, wondering if this was it. The moment when things started to fall apart around me and Olive. But Sid had a small smile on her face and I knew, like I had with Jackie, that her question held a weight she wasn't quite ready to talk about.

Instead of pressing, Olive joked, "The mullet and tattoos didn't give me away? Not even the board shorts?"

Sid laughed, her cheeks turning even pinker than they were from the sun and wind. I could tell she wanted to say more, and I knew what she wanted to say, but I also knew that, when she was ready, she'd talk to us. Spending one-on-one time with the girls wasn't about getting them to spill their guts; it was about making sure they knew that they could, on their own terms.

CHAPTER FOUR: Tying the Knot

The next morning, we woke up even earlier than usual. We had to drive the girls all around the island to the opposite harbor for their professional sailing trip. It was a day when we dropped the girls on a few different massive sailboats manned by a team of experts. They got to learn, show off skills they already had, swim with the seals, and go fishing in the deeper water. We'd eat the fish they caught at dinnertime. It was usually an opportunity for the girls to feel really good about themselves and their capabilities.

Meanwhile, all the staff went out on another boat, just as large, and had a day to ourselves, trading off manning the boat, drinking just enough to still be responsible at the end of the day, and enjoying the sun and sea without as many responsibilities. By noon, Olive, Jackie, and I were reclining on loungers, sunglasses on and heads back, soaking up rays together. Mary was at the helm, calling out orders to year-round staffers, while the counselors got to relax for the first half of the afternoon before taking over.

I turned to Jackie, who had her eyes closed and her arms up over her head, and asked, "You want something to drink, Jacks? I'm going to grab a water."

"Yeah, I'd love a seltzer."

When I stood up, Olive followed me over to the big cooler full of drinks. She cut me a sly look as we leaned over the cooler at the same time. She said, "I'm going to head downstairs for a bit, I think. You know there's a full captain's quarters with a bed and everything?"

"Oh yeah?" I sifted through the ice like I was trying to find something even though the waters and seltzers were right at the top. "Were you thinking we should check that out?"

"I thought I could go down, yeah."

I offered a pity laugh at her dumb joke. "You go ahead and then I'll join you in a few minutes."

"Perfect."

Then, Olive made some random excuse about feeling seasick and went down below deck. I returned to my lounger for a couple minutes and handed Jackie her seltzer. Quietly, I said, "Would you mind, ah, stopping people from going downstairs for a bit?'

She rolled her eyes and laughed. "Here?"

I shrugged and grinned. "It's romantic."

"Sure it is." She shook her head and told me, "Yes, I'll help protect you two little whores."

I picked up her hand and kissed her finger like a court jester. "You're a real one."

"It's a tough job but someone has to do it."

Jackie stood up and walked with me over to the door that led into the spacious area below deck. I ducked inside and, a moment later, heard Jackie sit down and lean up against the other side of the door. It was one of the only places above deck to get shade, so I figured she'd use that as an excuse for blocking the door, maybe even throw in a lie about vomiting below. Regardless, I honestly didn't care. There was a door that locked between the main social space and the captain's quarters, anyway. If anybody even noticed we were missing, it would be easy enough to say Olive was going for a nap and I needed to get out of the heat.

Whatever, though, honestly. It didn't matter because, when I walked through the cabin's door, Olive was sitting on the metal-framed bed, waiting for me. And, at each corner, there was a rope secured carefully to one of the metal slats. I gave her a serious look as my pussy responded to the thought of her tying me up and the taboo of our coworkers being only a few feet above us above deck. I asked, "Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack." She beckoned me over with a finger and I closed the space between us, my heart beginning to race. She wrapped her arms around my legs, rested her head against my stomach briefly, and then looked up at me. Her eyes were on fire with lust. "I promise it's not just some random rope from upstairs; I went back into town to get the real, safe stuff."

Even though I was glad she said it, I also knew Olive would never do something so risky that it could hurt me accidentally. She'd always make sure I was safe, and I'd always do the same for her. So I said, "Alright. Just don't make me moan too loud."

She chuckled and bit her lip. "I can't make that promise without a gag in your mouth."

I leaned down and kissed her softly. When our eyes met again, I felt the need that sparked between us. It was only growing stronger the longer we spent together. "Maybe another time."

With another small laugh, Olive stood up and said, "I'm going to take your clothes off, and then you're going to relax on the bed, and I'll tie you up and get you off. Sound good to you?"

I couldn't help grinning. "Sounds perfect."

So, she started.

Agonizingly slow, Olive took my clothes off. Her fingers went to the hem of my tank top and exposed, inch-by-inch, my stomach and sports bra, before dropping the shirt gingerly to the floor. My bra went next. Each strap slid over its respective shoulder before Olive pulled it by the band over my chest.

Reverently, Olive took my breasts in her hands. She kissed the tops of them and gingerly rubbed my nipples. She was so soft and focused it was like she wasn't even trying to turn me on, rather just enjoying the fact of my body in front of her. She placed a kiss between my breasts, too, and then at the top of my shorts just below my waist. Then one kiss blossomed into a dozen all along the sensitive skin of my stomach.

Olive ran her first finger just underneath the waistband of my shorts, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. She untied the string that held them up and hooked her thumbs at the hem around my hips. As the soft fabric eased down my thighs and over my calves, I shivered. I hadn't worn underwear, just to be a tease. And when Olive's hands passed over my hips and she realized, I could practically see her mouth water. I smiled to myself. The air down here was cool and the room without windows was small and intimate. Just the two of us.

With me completely naked, my skin sensitive to her every touch, Olive pushed me gently onto the bed behind us. The fabric was silky smooth, unlike any of the cheap sheets at camp, and the mattress hugged my body. Lovingly, Olive took my right arm in her hands. She kissed from my shoulder to my wrist as she pulled it upward. She tied an intricate knot around my wrist, not so tight to hurt me but tight enough that I was secure.

After that, Olive moved around the bed with certainty. She worshiped and then stretched out each of my limbs, tying me up at the ankles and wrists. When I was fully bound, my chest blushing and heart racing, Olive looked at me with red cheeks. She was already just as turned on as I was. I knew she could see my glistening pussy between my spread legs and I knew how badly she wanted to take it.

First, though, she made sure I was okay. Carefully and affectionately, Olive showed me how to get myself out of each tie and made sure I understood. When she was certain I was safe and comfortable, she took a step back and, quietly, said, "Close your eyes."

I let my eyes flutter closed and immediately felt both more relaxed and more heightened. I knew it was my choice whether to open them again and that made the slight sensory deprivation feel empowering. With my sight out of the question, all of my nerves lit up. Even when Olive drew the slightest touch down the center of my body, from my collarbones down to just above my clit, it felt like an electric shock through me.

I felt the weight of her body shift the mattress next to me. The orangey light behind my eyelids darkened as she knelt over me. Her lips met mine. Her tongue traced around my lips and I couldn't help shivering. Her lips were so soft and sweet and sure.

While kissing from my lips to my neck, Olive's right hand trailed down my body. She gripped my hip hard for a moment and my back arched as her fingernails dug in ever so slightly. Then she stopped touching me for a moment. With my eyes closed, my body reacted to whatever touch it longed for even without getting it. My nipples hardened in the cool air. My pussy was getting wet at just the thought she could make contact with it at any second.

She sat up and then moved around the bed, settling between my legs. My heart rate jumped up with the knowledge she was really about to get to work. When Olive's fingers brushed my lower lip, I gasped softly. It was impossible to predict where she was going to move next, so every touch was a surprise. Her fingers slipped into my mouth, getting slick with my spit.

While I sucked on her fingers, Olive's other hand roved up and down my body, warming up every inch of me. She squeezed my inner thighs deliciously, exactly hard enough, and drew her harsh fingers across my thigh to my hip to my waist.

Then, finally, perfectly, she took her fingers from my mouth. Her hand made its way to my clit, which was already throbbing with need. At the same time, her other hand went to one of my breasts. Even the slightest brush against my nipples sent a shock down to my clit. When she increased the pressure from a gentle touch to a hard pinch, my head leaned back in ecstasy.

Olive rubbed my clit in slow, firm circles. She followed the increasing pace of my breaths; we were chasing each other. She took control, though, by slipping two fingers into my cunt. With how wet I was, they entered easily.