First Kiss At The Camp Dance

My experience at an academic camp the summer before high school involved a completely different social dynamic than my public school back home. At the camp, I wasn’t known as the smart girl since most of us were high achievers kids. The boys weren’t dumb.  

I had no romantic experience other than frequent and satisfying self pleasure. My roommate Eva, however, had a camp boyfriend, Duncan. She had kept me updated with the progress of their relationship. 

A dance occurred the last night of the camp outside on the college’s quad. Since the camp was filled with middle school nerds, our dance definitely lacked the hip nightclub vibe. At fourteen, I was in the oldest cohort; the younger kids were even more shy and awkward. Taj, the residential advisor who lived in the room next to me, was the DJ. There was talk about Taj encouraging his hall’s boys to make a move with a girl at the dance. Duncan, Taj’s protege, was leading the charge.

As my roommate Eva was putting on her makeup for the dance, she asked me a special favor: would I not come back to the room right after the dance?  She said that she and Duncan have been making out in random places at the spur of the moment. Since it was their last night together, she wanted to have our room to themselves. 

The dance itself mostly involved Taj playing songs and campers jumping up and down. We mostly danced in groups, boys and girls in circles. Most of the girls wore summer dresses. Most of the guys dressed in t-shirts and gym shorts like they always did. I had never gone to school dances back home, but for once I was out and enjoying myself, jumping around with the best of them. 

The last dance of the night was a slow dance, a ridiculously long and romanticaly sappy song that Taj had set up. All of the younger campers scattered from the dance floor. Eva and Duncan grabbed each other and were in a passionate embrace. As I was looking at them, I felt a tap on my shoulder. There was Kevin, a boy I knew from down the hall. He was skinny in a nerdy kind of way and fairly quiet. “Would ya like to dance,” he said. I paused and said, “okay,” with more confidence than I had. 

Kevin placed his hands around my slim waist as my hands went around his shoulders. We shuffled our feet in a slow circle. Almost all of the couples on the dance floor were from our hall–about six couples from Taj’s and Kim’s residents. Duncan and Eva were kissing, and every so often he would give the thumbs up to one of the boys on the dance floor. 

The song went off on a long guitar solo, and Kevin pulled me in closer. My body was now next to his, his hands touching around my lower back. I felt a tingling in my crotch, and I could tell that my nipples, now pressed against his chest, were hardening. I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. Mind you, I was not particularly attracted to Kevin–he wasn’t really the kind of guy that girls would find attractive. Even so, I took advantage of the moment and decided to make the most of it. 

Kevin’s body shifted a bit, and I realized that my nipples were not the only thing between us that got hard. His lower abdomen pressed against my belly, and even through my light cotton dress and his gym shorts the feeling was unmistakable. I couldn’t believe it. Was my body really so sexually alluring that it could turn on a guy this much? 

Just then the song finished. I opened my eyes. Eva and Duncan were French kissing, tongues moving rapidly. Other couples were kissing too. As I took my head off of Kevin’s shoulder, he bent his head down. Wow. To my surprise, we were kissing right on the lips. My first kiss wasn’t long, maybe six seconds. It started with a timid peck, then a longer and more open kiss without tongues, then ended with a quick peck again. It felt consequential. I felt desired.

Shortly after we stopped dancing, the loud sound of thunder added immediate urgency to our getting back to our dorms. Kevin said, “Thank you for the dance,” then turned around and got a high five from Duncan. He then jogged off with the rest of the campers to the safety of the dorms. I never saw Kevin again. 

I didn’t think that I was taken advantage of or abandoned. I felt that I took advantage of the situation as much as Kevin did, and I had no interest in a relationship beyond that one dance. 

When the rain started, I stayed behind to help Taj secure the equipment. Going back to my room was not an option, and I felt happy enough to do a good deed. Soon I was completely soaked. Water running down my light brown hair, and my cotton dress sticking to my skin everywhere. I felt giddy. I twirled around a few times with my arms carelessly raised up in the air. I purposefully stepped in puddles.

When I went back to my dorm, I knocked on the door of my residential advisor, Kim, and asked for a towel. Going over to the large dorm bathroom, I entered a shower stall. Still with my clothes on, I turned on the deliciously warm water. After a few moments, I peeled off my dress, then my bra, then my panties, and hung them on a hook in the shower. I ran my hands over my body. I cupped my breasts, squeezing them. I love my breasts–they are incredibly sensitive to touch and that night especially so. I then moved back a bit and directed a particularly strong stream of water to my crotch. I pulled apart my outer labia and let the water pulse on my pussy. Then my orgasm came. It built up and up, and then exploded. My knees weakened. I rubbed my clit with my fingers, and the orgasm kept rolling on. Wave after wave of intense pleasure. 

After catching my breath, I dried off with the towel and wrapped it around my body, holding my wet clothes in the other hand. All the girls were far too modest to walk around wearing just a towel, especially since boys lived in the same hall. I also would have been too shy, except I felt like I had changed that night, and stepped out boldly into the hall. Since it was the last night, both boys and girls were sitting on the floor or standing in groups talking. Some of the couples from the dance were holding hands. I stopped at a few groups as I walked down the hall and carried on a bit of idle conversation. Everyone stared, but no one said anything about my condition. After all, the thin towel barely wrapped around my slender body and could only cover from just above my breasts to my upper thigh. After just a few minutes, I saw Duncan leaving my room, and I took that as my cue to retire for the night. 

Eva was sitting on the side of her bed. I asked, “Successful night?” She said, “fuck yeah.” She was still breathing hard and her neck was flushed red. 

I casually hung up my towel. There, standing naked in the room, I started to pack. It took me only about ten minutes but during that time I enjoyed the free feeling of complete nudity. At one point Eva said, “don’t get me wrong, but you are really pretty and have a nice body.” “Ahh, thank you very much,” I replied. 

Once almost everything was put away, I put on an extra large t-shirt, no panties, went to bed, smiled widely, and fell asleep right away.