Summer Camp Firsts

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.