Camp Counselor

I’m a university student, taking a summer job as a camp counselor. The camp is for rich girls between sixteen and eighteen. It's a lovely camp, with lots of outdoor activities, including kayaks on a small lake.

It's a dream job for a closet lesbian like myself. Most of the girls are quite attractive. The best assignment is shower monitor, where I get to see naked girls of all sorts and sizes. Some girls are fully developed with large boobs and could pass for their early twenties. Others have smaller boobs. Most girls shave, but some have hair.

I’ve never dared to approach any girl with the idea of doing anything sexual, but I do have fantasies about them. Every night in my cot, I think of one (or two!) and imagine kissing, touching and licking her while rubbing myself and cumming.

One girl is short and a bit geeky-looking, with thick glasses. The other girls are pretty cruel, and they exclude her from their activities. I feel sorry for her, so during my free time, if I'm available, I usually let her hang out with me.

One evening after dinner, the last night before this group of girls goes home, she and I are hanging out at the dock. All of the boats have been put away, and nobody else is around.

We are talking about this and that, then she falls silent. I see her start to sniffle, so I put my arm around her and ask, "What's wrong, Marcy?"

"Oh, Jill, the other girls are so mean to me. They’re always taunting me about my size, especially my tiny breasts."

"Marcy, you shouldn't worry about that. Women have all sizes of boobs, and it has nothing to do with how sexy they can be."

"Really?"

"Yes. Mine aren't all that big, and I've never had any complaints."

"What do you mean?"

"Um, well, uh," I stammer, "can you keep a secret?"

"Of course!"

"Well, I like girls."

"Sure, so do I."

"I mean, um, you know, for having fun."

"Ohhh. You mean you're a lesbian?" she says, with a hint of enthusiasm.

"Yes, but I'm not out, so don't tell anyone, okay? I've told hardly anyone."

"Yes, I promise."

"So all the girls I have been with have loved my little boobs."

"So do you think my breasts will grow bigger?" Marcy asks. She pulls up her t-shirt and shows them to me. Her boobs are quite small. I have seen them in the shower, of course, but in there, with girls watching, I’ve always had to be furtive with my glances.

Now that I’m alone with her, I can take all the time I want. I’m looking at them as a familiar hot feeling floods over me. The cool evening air makes her nipples stand up, and I gasp softly.

"Oh, Marcy, they’re beautiful. I love them. I can't say if they will get bigger, but I just love them as they are."

My body flushes with excitement. I’m hoping for so much more, but I hesitate to suggest it. She doesn't drop her t-shirt, so I decide to be bold. I lift mine up, showing her my boobs.

Marcy reaches out and tentatively touches one of my boobs. I moan as her touch sends sparks through my body. I let her hold my breast for a moment, and then I put my hand on her mound through her shorts. I pull one of her nipples gently with my finger and thumb to see her reaction.

She lets out a little cry and closes her eyes. I know now that I want her so much, and I suspect that she wants me too. I bend down and start to suck on her nipple and she presses her chest into me and puts her hands on my shoulders.

I get nervous about being seen, so I ask her to go into the boathouse with me so I can show her more. My heart is pounding. She gets up and marches right into the boathouse. I follow and close the door behind us.

She stands there in front of me. I can see her shivering as she waits for me to do something. I hold her to calm her down. I run my hands under her t-shirt on the smooth skin of her back. Then, as I lift her t-shirt, she raises her arms to let me take it off.

I take mine off and hold her again, this time flesh to flesh, boobs to boobs. My body is going wild, and I sense that hers is too.

I drop to my knees and my mouth is right at boob level. I open my mouth and take one in. Her nipple is erect and hard. I feel the rough texture of her nipple on my tongue as I suck and lick.

I suck on the other boob as she pushes into me again. I start moving her shorts down. Her hands shoot down on top of my hands and push my hands down, sliding her shorts and knickers down to her knees.

I pull my mouth off of her boob and finish dropping her shorts and knickers to the floor. She steps out of them. Her pussy lips are closed tight. Her mound has delicate wisps of light hair.

I look around and pull some life vests to the floor. I ease her down onto her back, cushioned by the vests. Her hard nipples point up from her boobs and her petite legs lie together, hiding her pussy.

As I push her legs apart, she doesn’t resist. As they open, her lips part to reveal a glimpse of her pink pussy. I can see a glistening of wetness in the dim light of the boathouse.

Her hips are slightly raised on the life vests, so when I move down on her I can get my hands around her butt cheeks. As my mouth comes ever so close to her pussy I hear her put out a little cry as my breath reaches her skin.

The fresh aroma of her pussy fills me before my tongue reaches her skin. I can't stop. I push my lips onto her and my tongue into her and lap up her juices. Her pussy tastes so sweet.

I lick her pussy for a minute, before pushing my tongue up her slit, finding her clit ready and waiting for me. She almost pulls into a ball when my lips first suck on her clit. Her reaction to my sucking her ignites my passion.

Her hands are on her boobs and then on my head and back on her boobs. She doesn't know where to put them. I press her thighs apart with my hands as I suck and lick, driven by her cries.

As I suck on her clit I move one finger to her tight, wet hole. I push its fingertip into her, and I feel her pussy grip it.

I hear her moans increase, and I can sense she's about to cum. I lap hard and fast on her clit and she screams and releases juice onto my face.

I am so wet now that I can feel my juice soaking my knickers. I let her settle, then I strip and open my legs to her. She reaches out to my pussy. "Wow, Jill, you are so wet!" She rubs my mound and then sucks one of my nipples.

"Oh, Marcy, that's wonderful," I say. "Let me show you where to rub, my clit." I put my hand on hers and direct a finger onto my clit. "Feel that little hard button?"

"Yes, I do."

"Rub that, and keep licking my nipple. It feels great."

She sets to work and has me cumming in a couple of minutes. "Mmmmm yesss, Marcy, wow!"

For a first-timer, she is lovely. In a way, her inexperience has heightened the excitement. I hold her and kiss her softly for a few minutes. Then the chill makes us shiver, so we get dressed and head back to camp.

I’m sorry that I won't see her after tonight, but I'm happy that we have shared a lovely experience.