Unoriginal Summer Camp Story!

"Mom, I don't want to go to some lame summer camp. I stopped that in like, 6th grade." I told my Mom in annoyance, plucking a green grape into my black lips. My black nails made the green grape look bright.

"Honey, this camp looks like a lot of fun! Look, they have dips in the blue lake, rock climbing, ziplining, riding...I think you'd like it!" She encourages me, shoving the brochure in front of me. I scowl, rolling my eyes, a bad habit of mine.

I hardly read it, but a word catches my eye that changes my mind immediately: Room-mates!

I LOVE the idea of room mates, rooming with someone, that stuff. I can either be really bitchy or super sweet. I quickly act like I'm interested in something else about the camp, "Okay, I'll go!"

My Mom looks pleased, "I'll sign you up now!" She writes a reminder for herself on the fridge and I smile deviously.

2 Weeks Later

"Geez! Look at this place!" I exclaim, excited already. Several wooden, square little houses were set up in a circle around the camp ground. In the center of all the houses, there was a fire circle, with several logs circled around it. Then, the big lake was right there, like a beach.

Everywhere I looked I saw girls from 15-18 running around, talking, texting, calling, and some even kissing. Not a boy in sight. Damn! Well, I could do the lesbo thing for 3 weeks...

"Here, they said to drop me off here!" I squeal to my mother, and she laughs, "Okay, okay! I'll see you in three weeks, Leslie." She says my name warmly, and I smile at her, "I'll miss you."

Without giving her time to respond, I hop out of the car and grab my bag, waving to her. She laughs and leaves.

Suddenly, as soon as she's out of sight, several boys march into the center of the houses. Several hot boys. I gape at their hotness.

The whole camp goes silent as one boy blows a whistle, "Listen up, girls! You'll find that you cellphones have no service starting...now!" Suddenly, my phone made the sound it always did when it turned off.

Some other phones made a dying sound too. The guy with the whistle smirked, "Yes, yes. So, here is where you'll be assigned your dorms. Let's see..." he was handed a board with tons of names on it. There had to be over 30 girls here!

"Ah, here we are," and he began to call out names and cabin numbers. Cabin 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and 8.

Finally, my name was called to cabin 6. I scurried over to it, excited, and walked up the two stairs and entered the cabin. It smelled dusty and wooden, but I was glad. It smelled like camping.

The beds were better than I thought they'd be. 5 bunkbeds on the two sides of the room. Geez! A lot of roommates, then!

I quickly claim a free bottom bunk near the end. A girl on the bunk a few away comes over to greet me cheerfully. She has dark red hair and alive blue eyes, with a clear face and a small, round butt and good chest. Her body type is small. Her smile is dazzling and white.

"Hey! I'm Candace." She tells me, leaning down a bit far to reach my hand. I smile my charming smile, shaking her hand, "Leslie."

She smirks then, seductive, "Well Leslie, that's a nice shirt." She sits on my bed, her legs spread and she leans back. I smirk, "AKA; Nice boobs to fill out that shirt?"

She nods, slowly getting next to me, "I bet your underwear looks nice too." How cheeky and bold! I love it. I've never really kissed a girl, so I'm a bit timid, but I reply quickly and seductively, "Wanna see what's inside?"

Her eyes are blazing and excited, "Please." She almost whimpers, but quickly regains her seductive, perky self. She flips her hair over her shoulder, revealing a black bra strap.

"Do the honours?" She asks me, slowly getting closer. I start to panic. I thought it would be harmless flirting. I didn't really know how to do this with a girl! Anyway, were we allowed to do this at camp?

"Didn't you read the rules?" She asks me then, leaning back on her feet. She looks hurt, and hands me a paper I didn't notice on my bed.

Rules Of Camp Sselpot
Rule Number 1: You Must Obey The Camp Directors
Rule Number 2: No Leaving The Camp Ground Until Camp Is Over
Rule Number 3: You Are Not Allowed To Be A Virgin
Rule Number 4: There Are No Forbidden Secksual Activities Here At Camp Sselpot
Rule Number 5: No Video Taping, Calling, Writing, or picture taking of other campers unless you have their say in it.
Rule Number 6: GET DIRTY!

I gap at the paper. "This..this is a secks camp?" She laughs a tinkling laugh, "Oh, no, this is just a dirty camp. Sselpot is Topless backwards! Rumour is, the camp directors assign you a master for your stay here! You'll be someones master, and someone will be your master! There are all these kinky things here too! Lesbians, Bi girls, straight girls..."

"Lesbian?" I asked her, playfully pulling her bra strap. She smirked, "How'd you guess? You're Bi, aren't you?"

I made a face then, "How'd you guess?"

"You're not a Lesbian, obviously, honey," she then looked excited, "but we can still have some fun."

I smile a bit nervously, "Look, Candace, I've never..." she laughed, "Neither have I. Let's just experiment, kay?"

She doesn't give me a chance to reply. She's already leaning me down on the comfortable pillow, pulling off her Spandex shorts and kissing my neck.

My eyes are wide and I'm terrified. What do I do? I run my hands along her back, and she slowly starts to lean up, "Look, it's pretty simple. We just make out and get naked. Here," she takes off her shirt to reveal that black bra and surprisingly large boobs.

She walks over to her bunk and pulls out a fat pink vibrat.er. I get nervous again, but don't let it show. She sets it down next to me and pulls off my shirt, revealing my black bra.

She giggles and slowly pulls my black jeans off, revealing my black thong. Fvck fvck fvck! I think to myself.

Candace slowly starts to put her lips against mine, and then her tongue slowly starts to poke at my lips, just asking for entrance. I reluctantly let her in, and her tongue attacks mine, and it turns me on.

I pull off her thong, and thrust my middle finger in her without thinking of it. Our breathing gets heavy and she breaks away from my mouth to gasp. I nearly throw her back down, and I get on top.

"Ow!" She cries, as I thrust in her harder. I slow, but she shakes her head, eyes closed, "No! Again!" Her voice is suddenly high and whinish, like a baby's.

I thrust harder in her, further, and tears of pain and moans of pleasure come from her. Finally she can't take it and she comes. The first thing that comes to mind is to lick my fingers. But instead, I force them in her mouth. Her tongue swirls around my fingers and her eyes open wide, "Use my toy."

I grab the vibrat.er and turn it on high. I put it in her and she moans, louder and louder. I hear our other roommates walk in, but neither of us look up, or care.

I need pleasure, and I need it now.

"Mind if I join?" a small voice asks.