Hockey Camp Ch. 02byjallen944©
Ethan couldn't have been more excited. The first week of hockey camp had been a blast. He had learned quickly he was a much better skater than last year, and that he was as good or better than most of the other guys there, even some of the older guys. He had learned new ways to score and how to hit someone hard against the boards. Now he was looking forward to the start of the season so he could try out all the new stuff he was learning.
However, all of that came to a screeching halt when the head counselor announced to all the boys in the camp the activity for Saturday night was a special trip down the road to a girl's equestrian camp. Ethan had to ask his cabin counselor what equestrian meant. When he found out the evening with the girls would consist of a barbecue cookout and dancing, Ethan was horrified. There was nothing worse he could have imagined than spending an entire evening with a bunch of girls, and possibly having to dance with one of them.
He dreaded Saturday night until it arrived. On the bus ride to the girl's camp he sat at the back, brooding silently. He had nothing to look forward to but a night of humiliation and he resented the counselors for putting him through it. All the counselors except Ramona, of course.
Ramona was the camp's trainer. Every guy there had a crush on her, especially Ethan. Ramona, or Mona as the guys called her, was part Mexican and had long, straight black hair, dark eyes, dark, tanned skin and a great body.
When the guys were alone, some would talk obscenely about what they would do if they had a chance to get their hands on her body. Ethan always kept quiet. He had too much respect for her. He called her by her real name, Ramona. He liked her too much to say anything mean about her.
He wanted to touch her body as badly as some of the other guys, but not the way they would. He wanted to be gentle and caress her lovingly, to excite her and turn her on and make her want to make love to him in return.
He peeked over the top of the seat at her. She was sitting up at the front with the other counselors, laughing at something one of them had said. She looked ravishing. The thought of her naked body lying beneath him had given him a hard on, and it strained against the front of his jeans. It ached painfully. He wanted to get back to the camp so he could get himself off and make it go down, and they weren't even at the girl's camp yet.
The barbecue was the best. There were baked beans, corn on the cob, ribs, chicken, hamburgers, hot dogs, fried potatoes and a whole bunch of other stuff he loved to eat, and he had most of it.
They ate after the girls gave them a tour of the camp and let them ride some of the horses. Shortly after eating, the dancing started. It had begun to get dark and a string of lights was turned on around a square set up in the yard. The counselors from both camps were the first to dance. Some of the guys from Ethan's camp joined some of the girls and danced. Ethan tried to stay hidden among a group of guys, hoping someone wouldn't make him dance with one of the girls.
He was more interested in watching Ramona dance. She looked so exotic when she moved. She wore tight, faded jeans and a snug white sweater. He was practically drooling. Every song she danced with a different guy, some of them the counselors from the hockey camp and some the counselors from the girl's camp. Ethan wished he had the courage to ask her to dance with him.
The guys Ethan was standing with were saying bawdy, crude things about Ramona, the women counselors from the girls camp, and even some of the girls. They spoke low so the counselors wouldn't hear them and they chuckled quietly among themselves at their own jokes. He felt safe among them, until they suddenly became quiet.
One of the girls was coming toward them. Every boy in the little group watched her approach. Ethan knew she was coming to ask one of them to dance. He prayed silently she would go up to Jimmy Amonte, the most outgoing guy in the camp. He seemed like the guy most girls wanted to go out with.
And the girl coming toward them seemed like the type who'd want to dance with him. She had long, sandy blonde hair and a pretty face. She wore faded jeans over cowboy boots and a tight grey pullover shirt that was cut off, revealing her slender middle.
To Ethan's horror, she came directly to him, smiling. The other guys scattered, abandoning him. Ethan felt terribly stiff.
"Hi," she said.
His mouth opened and he said, "Ok."
"Great," she said, smiling cheerfully.
She grabbed his hand and dragged him out to the middle of the yard.
A slow song was playing. She put her arms around him and hugged him close, and he swayed slowly with her.
"My name's Angie. What's your's?" she whispered in his ear.
He felt her breath on his neck. Her body was warm against his and she felt so soft. He put his hands on her slender hips and let them rock slowly side to side.
"E-Ethan," he stuttered.
He had never touched a girl before, especially not in this way. She felt so soft and delicate.
"My friends and I think you're kinda cute," Angie whispered.
"Cute?" Ethan repeated. He couldn't believe any girl would think of him as cute.
"Yeah. They were all afraid to ask you to dance. But not me."
"How nice," Ethan said.
Angie sighed, blowing her breath in his ear. "It is nice."
She pressed her body against his. He could feel her soft breasts against his chest. His erection had hardly gone down since the ride on the bus, and she was rubbing against it. He was certain she could feel it. How could she not? He had been grateful for the darkness to hide it from anyone's view.
The slow song ended and a fast one started. Angie stepped back and Ethan hoped that meant they were done dancing. He felt awkward enough dancing to a slow song. The thought of having to do it to a fast song mortified him.
However, she was smiling at him, holding his hands, and he had a feeling he wasn't going to get away from her so easily.
"Wanna see the horse I ride?" she said.
"Sure," Ethan shrugged.
That didn't sound bad. Anything was better than dancing.
Angie dragged him away from the lighted yard to the stables. They stopped at one of the stalls. A horse stuck its head out and Angie patted its nose.
"This is Molly," she said. "She's a very good horse."
"Hi, Molly," Ethan said, and stroked her nose.
He felt much more at ease being away from all those other people and not having to dance. Molly encouraged him to pet her more and Ethan liked it. He finally started to relax. He turned to Angie to tell her how happy he was and she kissed him.
Ethan's words were stifled in his throat. He was too startled to react. Before he knew it, her wet tongue forced his lips apart and pushed into his mouth. It was the most exquisite sensation he'd ever felt.
Angie put her arms around his neck, squeezing her warm body tightly against his, and pushed her knee between his legs.
Ethan didn't know what to do. He simply let it happen. She rubbed her thigh against the inside of his leg, along the hard lump of his penis, and he thought he was going to get off right then.
She was moaning softly in her throat. Ethan didn't know what to do with his hands and put them on her waist. She lifted his left hand off her waist and moved it down to her ass.
"Let's go make out," Angie said in a husky, breathy voice.
"Yeah," Ethan agreed.
Angie dragged him into the stables. The inside of the stalls was very dark. Angie seemed to know her way around without lights, so Ethan let her lead. She found a wooden ladder and they went up to the loft. Some light from the moon and the party came in through a small window, giving them enough light to see. Against the wall was a pile of fresh hay, and Angie rolled into it, giggling.
Ethan could hardly contain his excitement. Here was a beautiful girl who wanted to make out with him, and she had already let him touch her. There was no telling how far she might let him go.
"Sit down," she said, smiling up at him with rosy cheeks as she brushed her long hair away from her face. She was covered with bits of hay.
Ethan jumped into the pile of hay beside her and she laughed out loud. He landed upside down, laughing, and Angie rolled on top of him. She lowered her face and gently pressed her lips on his. She moaned again.
He lay still for a long time, with only his lips and tongue moving with hers. Angie did the same, rubbing against him ever so slightly like a cat.
Ethan wanted to touch her breast, but he didn't know how. He had an idea, though.
He started by putting his hand on her waist, and he touched her bare middle where the top didn't cover. She didn't object, so he left it there. Then, slowly, he started moving his hand up until it was touching the bottom of her breast. He couldn't believe how thrilling this was.
"You can touch it," Angie said, breathing hard. She looked down at his hand.
Very carefully, he closed it around her breast. It was soft and yielding. He squeezed gently.
Angie moaned and closed her eyes. Ethan's mouth was open. He couldn't believe he was actually touching a girl's breast. It was the biggest goal of his entire life and here he was doing it. And it was so incredibly good.
Angie leaned over and kissed him again. Ethan liked the feel of her breast so much he didn't let go. He was afraid that if he did he might never touch one again.
Angie moved over him, straddling him with her legs. She lay on him, kissing him, and pressed her crotch to his groin.
Ethan groaned. He could feel the warmth between her legs. He desperately wanted to put himself there. He moved his other hand down to her ass and rubbed it. She moved her hips, grinding herself on the hard lump in his pants. This was more than he could take. She was going to get him off in his pants.
Angie lifted her head. In the moonlight he could see her sparkling eyes looking down at him. She was smiling.
"What?' Ethan said.
She was breathing hard. "Wanna see my pussy?" she said.
Ethan's heart pounded like it was going to explode and his throat swelled up.
"Do I?" he muttered, and it came out sounding like a question.
Angie nodded. "I think you do," she said, and rolled off him, giggling with excitement.
She unfastened her jeans. Ethan's eyes were locked onto her hands as they worked. Angie unzipped the front and pushed them down. She wore lacy pink panties underneath. She pushed the jeans down below her knees, then pushed the panties down.
Ethan stared at the small mound between her legs. It was like winning a prize he'd never dreamed of reaching. It was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.
He noticed a light covering of hair on the mound. Down the center of the mound was what looked like a narrow slit. Was that it? Was that where his penis was supposed to go? He stared at it, but it was impossible to believe his large penis was supposed to go inside anything so tiny and delicate.
Angie spread her thighs wider, with her knees bent up. She stared at Ethan with lusting eyes and an open, panting mouth. Her breasts were swollen and stretched the front of her shirt, and her hard nipples poked through the fabric.
She looked so inviting. He felt such desire to climb on top of her and put his penis inside her, but he didn't know if that was what she wanted. How was he supposed to know? Was she waiting for him to ask, or just do it? What if he did and she didn't want him to? Would he get in trouble? He was so terribly confused.
"Touch it," Angie whispered.
"Touch it?" Ethan said. He wasn't sure what to touch.
Angie grinned. "Touch me right here." She put her hand on her mound and rubbed her middle finger over the slit. "Just like that."
Ethan put his hand on her mound. It was surprisingly warm. The light wisps of curly hair on it were as soft as downy feathers. He did as she showed him and gently rubbed his middle finger over her slit. She tilted her head back and moaned.
Ethan jerked his hand away. "Did I hurt you?" he said.
She looked up and giggled. "No, silly. It felt good. Do it again."
Ethan put his hand on her slit again and rubbed. Angie moaned again, but didn't take her eyes away from his. She poked her tongue out and licked her lips. Her ass squirmed side to side on the hay.
"I like that," she said softly, sounding like a little girl. "Put your finger in."
"What?" Ethan said, although he realized she might have meant like how a penis was supposed to go in.
"Like this," Angie said. She took his hand in hers, separated his fingers, and pushed his middle finger into her slit. "Push it in right there. But not too deep. I'm a virgin and my Daddy wants me to stay that way."
Ethan was astonished to see his finger go inside her pussy. It felt warm and wet and slippery.
"Why?" he said.
Angie shrugged. "He wants me to be a virgin on my wedding night. He wants to make sure I don't fool around with boys before then." She giggled and covered her mouth with her hand. "He doesn't want me to get pregnant but he doesn't know I already fool around. I can suck them in my mouth and still be a virgin, and I can't get pregnant."
Ethan's eyes widened. Such an idea had never occurred to him. At first, the thought of putting his thing in Angie's mouth was appalling, but the more he thought about it, the more he liked it.
"I could suck on your's, too, if you wanted me to."
"You could?" Ethan said.
She put her hand on his thigh and rubbed the lump of his cock through his jeans. "Yeah. I know you got a really big one. I felt it when we were dancing."
Ethan blushed, ashamed she had caught him. He didn't know how many times that thing had got him in trouble.
"Will you show it to me?" Angie asked.
Ethan thought about it for a second. She had her hand on his penis and she wanted him to show it to her. To do that, he'd have to take his finger out of her pussy to unfasten his pants. He wanted to leave his finger inside her for as long as he could, but he also wanted to let her touch his penis, and especially put it in her mouth. He decided that was worth more than anything and unfastened his jeans.
Angie reached in and pulled it out before he could get his pants down. Ethan gasped. It was worth it just to feel her hands touch it.
"Goodness," Angie sighed. Her hand squeezed the shaft and pumped slowly. "I never saw one so big." She giggled. "Now all the other girls are gonna wish they asked you to dance when I tell them about this."
Ethan was horrified by the thought that she would tell other girls about his penis, but he kept his mouth shut because he was more afraid she would stop rubbing him if he said anything. He bit his tongue and let her rub. She was going to get him off. He wanted to see if he could get her off, too, and reached for her pussy with his middle finger extended.
Angie was breathing hard as she stared down at his penis. His hand snaked between her legs for her pussy and she spread them wider. Ethan watched her carefully. When she started to lean forward with her mouth opening, he knew she was going to suck on it. He pushed his hips up to meet her. Her red lips looked so soft and moist. He wanted to feel them on his penis.
The sudden sound of a horn froze both of them.
"What the hell was that?" Angie said anxiously.
Ethan thought he knew, but he didn't want it to be. They were so close. She was just about to put it in her mouth. He wanted to beg the counselors for a few more minutes, but how could he tell them it was for this?