From myriapodia@aol.com Thu Mar 27 16:22:43 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Story:  Camp Encounters (m/f/f/f teen)
From: myriapodia@aol.com (Myriapodia)
Date: 27 Mar 1997 21:22:43 GMT
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This is the story of something that happened to me when I was about 15.  I
was at summercamp (the best stuff always happens at summercamp, doesn't
it?)  Anyway, there I was, having my normal wonderful time.  My camp was
one with that annoying setup where the girls bunks were on the other side
of the lake from us.  We got to see the girls during the day, they even
ate with us, but come bedtime they all got in a van which drove them for
about a half hour to their own cabins.  We guys, ingenious as we were,
could not figure out a way around this difficulty.  All the boats that
could cross the lake had padlocks on them.  It was too long to walk,
especially in the dark and with a few councilors standing guard.  We
simply could not figure out a way to get across...
	To make matters worse, a rumor had begun circulating that a few of
the older girls were lesbians, and that at night they performed wild and
nasty acts on each other.  Some guys said they even did it with their
councilors (all females, of course.)  We didn't approach the girls about
this directly, of course.  We were much more interested in the fantasy
than the reality, as most of us suspected that it was all a load of
bullshit anyway.
	In the end it was left up to me to find out.  I, reckless and
stupid as I was, had bet 20 dollars that I could either prove or disprove
this rumor.  Sounds easy, right?  Only the only way to do it was to get to
the girls bunks after lights-out... back to our original problem.  The
solution to the problem, however, proved much easier than I had thought it
would be.  
	I snuck out one night, directly after lights out, and managed to
make it down to the shore without being caught.  There, floating along the
beach, was my answer.  A log.  It was floating, and would serve as a
perfectly good one man raft.  To improve matters, while the canoes and
things were locked up, the oars were not.  I snagged an oar and hopped
onto the log.
	Ten minutes later I was sorry I had come.  Maintaining my balance
on the log proved very difficult, and the weight of the oar hadn't helped.
 To make matters worse, after my first fall into the water I was VERY cold
when I tried to stay on top of the log...  Despite all this, I had made
some progress and was now about halfway across the lake.  I had managed to
find a  position that was uncomfortable, but made it easy for me to
balance and to paddle, which was what was important.  I paddled my tail
off, and was weak and exhausted when, 20 or 25 minutes after I had
started, I crashed onto the opposite shore of the lake.  I dragged the log
up onto the beach, wedged the paddle underneath it, and looked around.
	The wind had blown me off course, and it was about a ten minute
walk down towards the girls cabins.  Their lights were still on, because
they were, presumably, just getting off the vans and into their bunks.  I
trekked as silently as I could in barefeet (ouch!) through the woods
towards their cabins.  By the time I made it, the last of the lights had
gone off.  I arrived at the first of the cabins... now, how to get in. 
Damn.  This would be harder than I thought.  There was a gaurd posted at
the front of each cabin in the dim pool of light cast by the lanterns on
the porches.  Great... that was the only way in.  Unless...
	Pay dirt!  In the back of the bunks was an "Emergency Exit"
presumably there because of the fire code.  I lifted it up as silently as
I could and glanced into the first cabin.  It was dark, but due to the
fact that there were a few flashlights on I could make out the girls...
Darn.  This bunk was full of little girls, most of whom looked like they
were in grade school.  I eased the fire door shut and made my way along
the bunks to the last one, which was presumably where the girls my age
were.  This too had an emergency back door, which I eased open very
slightly... 
	It was totally dark and silent inside.  I stared, breathing
heavily, for about a minute before there was a noise.  There was a creak
and a burst of dim light as the front door was opened.  I saw a shadow as
it moved quickly through the door, then closed the door behind it.  There
was a whisper.
	"Is she gone?"  the voice asked.  I heard the rustlings and
watched as a few shadows moved in the hazy moonlight.
	"Yes.  She and that other councilor, what's her name, Jane, have
gone."  said a second voice.  "There headed for the Councilor's Mess...
probably to get some coffee."
	"Good."  Said a first voice, and the lights were switched on.  I
gasped and slammed the emergency door shut silently.  Hopefully quietly
enough that they wouldn't detect me.  With the lights on, however, it
would be too easy for them to see me from the emergency door... But there
was a window...
	A short climb later, I was in the branches of a tree, crouching
and peering into the window to their bunk.  From here I had an excellent
view of the bunk.  Unfortunately there was some slippery moss or something
on the branches, so my position was a precarious one at best.  I peered
into the bunk to look at things...
	Just as I suspected.  There was no primal carnal lesbian sex
taking place on the floor.  A few cardgames and conversations, but nothing
too exciting.  Actually, I take that back.  Several of the girls were
wearing long t-shirts in  place of nightgowns, and they were revealing
enough to be exciting.  As I listened a rather interesting conversation
took place from the girls on the bunks... about us guys, as well as the
councilors.  Most of it was that normal "Oh, he's gorgeous..." stuff... my
name came up only twice, much to my disappointment.  Then they started in
telling bad jokes.  I was tired at this point, and the crouching position
I was in hurt.  I shifted my foot around a little bit - WHOOPS.  I slipped
on the branch and fell head first towards the window.  BONK!  My whole
world went starry and bright, then black as night.
	The next coherent thing I remember is lying on a cold floor in
semi-darkness with about 20 heads peering down at me.
	"I think he's coming around."  Said one hushed voice.  I nodded
and grumbled a bit to agree with her.
	"Is he OK?"
	"He's not bleeding..."
	"Will someone turn on the lights?"
	"Did the window break when he fell through it?"
	"Good thing he landed on your bunk, Jill."
	"Yeah, otherwise he would've fallen ten feet to the floor."  There
was a click, and the lights came back on.  I was lying on the floor of the
girls bunk, my head supported by pillow, surrounded by a huddle of worried
looking girls.  I tried not to smile, and stretched my joints
experimentally to see what hurt.  I didn't seem to have anything broken,
or even bleeding... just a few bruises here and there.  I sat up on my
elbows, and looked around at the girls.  They sat up with me... we were
all silent for a little while.  Finally I smiled, and all of them looked
relieved.
	"What're you doing here, anyway?"  Said one of them, a blonde girl
named Jill who was famous for her distance running throughout camp.
	"Do you even have to ask?"  Said another girl, a (very) slightly
plump brunette named Jen.  All the girls laughed a little bit, which was
good.
	"Well... what are we going to do with him now that he's here?" 
Said another girl, a red-head named Jocelyn... she was something of a
tease - entirely shameless.  Some of the girls blushed, though I noticed
that most didn't.
	"Personally I think we ought to tell the councilors and get him in
trouble."  Said one girl who I didn't recognize.  She had long dark hair
and owl glasses on.  Her suggestion was met by Boo's from her bunkmates
and several people hit her with pillows.  Good-naturedly, of course.
	"We could just go ahead and let him do what he came here for." 
Jocelyn said, giggling.  The rest of the girls giggled too.
	"Well, say something why don't you?"  Said Laura, an absolute
beauty with long brown hair.
	"Well..."  I said softly.  "Nothing I can say at this point will
help my situation, will it?"  I grinned and the girls giggled.
	"Time check!" Came a shout from behind the main crowd.  "Only half
a minute!"  There was a mad scramble of action.  Jill shouted at me to be
quiet and then shoved me under someone's bed.  All the girls scrambled
quickly into their bunks and then the lights clicked off.  There was a ten
second break, then the front door opened and a head popped in.  It glanced
around for a minute, then receded and closed the door behind it.  I tried
to stay silent.  No one moved for another half a minute, then the lights
went on and everyone came back out.
	"My, you girls have this down to a science, don't you?"  I said.
	"Only way not to get caught."  Said Jocelyn.  "It's the same
schedule every night.  Once we had it figured out and timed pretty well we
never let ourselves get caught awake again."
	"How long do we have now?"  I asked.
	"About an hour and a half."  Responded the girl with glasses. 
There was a sudden burst of chattering as the whole bunk began to whisper
among themselves.
	"Quiet!"  Shouted Jen above the noise.  "Alright, flyboy" she said
to me.  "Into the bathroom.  Meeting time."  I complied without thinking
much.  They shoved me into the bathroom and turned off the lights.  I
listened at the door while they had a meeting - apparently a vote, like a
meeting of congress - to decide what to do about me.  The majority wanted
to *have fun* with me.  Everyone was willing to let me stay, though there
were a few who would've preferred to just talk with me and not *have fun.*
 After a few more minutes of arguing, a decision was reached which seemed
logical to me.  Those girls who did not want to *have fun* were to go into
the bathroom and play cards (or whatever) in there.  Those who did would
remain outside in the bunk.  This suggestion was agreed with by all.
	I emerged from the bathroom a few moments later and was led to a
bunk where I lay down.  I watched as the girl with glasses and a few other
girls I didn't know went into the bathroom.  That left maybe 10 or 12
girls out here with me.
	"Well now-"  Jen began, but Jocelyn cut her off.
	"Which of us would you like first?"  Jocelyn said, and batted her
eyelashes at me.  I gulped, then looked around.  All the girls seemed to
be angry at Jocelyn... suddenly this didn't seem like such a good idea. 
No matter who I chose, I would end up with the rest of them angry at me...
I shut my eyes and did my best to think of a way out of this...
	"Wait a minute, now" Laura said "that's not fair to him."  (THANK
YOU LAURA!!!)  There followed a brief conversation about how to determine
the order of the girls.  No suggestion seemed to work.  They rejected
flipping coins, drawing straws, odds or evens, rock paper scissors, heck
even Jocelyn's half-joking suggestion of a strip contest.  They couldn't
seem to find any method which they all agreed on.  In the end it was Jen
who came up with something that seemed relatively reasonable.
	"A variation on spin-the-bottle."  She said.  "We all sit around
in a circle.  He spins the bottle, and whomever it points to, that person
goes first.  When they are through, that girl is removed from the running
and the bottle is spun again.  We continue doing that until we're out of
girls... or out of time."  Everyone agreed to this, and they all very
quickly arranged themselves in a circle.

	SPIN #1 - Jill.  Jill was, as I mentioned before, a tall
blond-haired girl.  She was very athletic, and often won the swimming and
running contests that they held at camp.  She was wearing a white t-shirt
and a pair of boxers with red hearts all over them.  She came over to my
bunk and sat down on the edge.  I glanced nervously over at the rest of
the girls.  Much to my relief, most of them had been kind enough to give
us relative privacy, having the decency at least not to stare.  In fact,
the majority seemed to have temporarily resumed their conversations and
card games.  Go figure.  
	Anyway, Jill came over and sat down on the edge of the bunk.  I
looked at her, and I don't think that until that day I had ever seen a
girl with such hungry looking eyes.  She stared at me, up and down, with
those sparkling blue eyes of hers.  Finally, she said:
	"I want to see it."  She spoke in a whisper, more of an exhalation
than anything else.  I fumbled nervously and managed to get my shorts off,
then, trembling as I did so, I removed my underwear as well.  Jill's eyes
got very VERY wide.  She reached out a hand tentatively, then stopped and
asked "Can I touch it?"  I nodded quickly, very nervous, and she seemed
that way too.  She reached out and touched It, softly at first, and I felt
it come quickly erect at her hands.  Soon she had my penis wrapped tightly
in one hand, and my balls in the other.  After what seemed like a very
detailed inspection, she asked.  "Could I... could I put in my mouth? 
Like a blow job."  I looked stunned for a moment then stammered a yes. 
She leaned down very slowly, her blonde hair lying against the sheets of
the bunk.  She kissed the head, brushed her lips against it, then began to
slowly take the whole thing into her mouth.  She seemed nervous and moved
slowly at first, but with increasing confidence until she had it almost
completely in her mouth.  Cupping my balls in her hands, she sucked once,
twice.  I could feel her delicate tongue wrapped around my cock.  I
squirmed a little, then said:
	"If you keep doing that, I may cum... I mean, ejaculate... into
your mouth.  So, just, y'know... be careful if you don't want that to
happ-"  Jill cut me off with a sudden powerful and long suck.  I stammered
a bit more, and as she groped my balls again they felt like they were on
fire.  Jill sucked once more, using her teeth.  I grabbed the edge of the
bunk, squirmed a little, then ejaculated... right into her mouth!  Jill
looked surprised.  She swished it around in her mouth, hiding a look of
disgust, then swallowed.  I looked down at my penis as it grew limp, then
pulled my shorts back on.   Jill smiled at me and kissed me once, on the
lips.  Just a quick peck and she was gone.  Apparently that was all she
had wanted.

SPIN #2 - Jen.  Jen was, as I mentioned before, a slightly plump brunette.
 I don't mean plump like fat... I mean like not as well muscled.  Her face
was a bit rounder, her legs and stomach a bit smoother and less muscled. 
Her breasts were also the largest and best developed of any of the girls
there.  I knew Jen relatively well, so I expected things to be very
akward.  They weren't.  Jen sat down and asked me about some TV show we
both liked.  We talked, and gradually Jen came to be lying with her head
in my lap.  As we continued to talk she took my hand by the wrist and
placed it carefully under her breast through her nightshirt.  I stopped
talking immediately, looked down at her and smiled.  I helped her get her
nightshirt off and looked down at her.  Her small round breasts sat on her
chest like oranges, and she wasn't wearing any bra.  I continued to stare
at her and examine her features with interest.  
	As I watched, Jen's nipples grew erect and defined.  I reached out
with my hand and took her breasts in my hands.  I squeezed softly, and she
gasped a little.  Her breasts were soft and spongy, resilient... and very
warm.  She began to smile as I started to rub and squeeze them.  She only
stopped me once.  She smiled and said:
	"Gently.  Like they were very delicate or breakable."  She grinned
as she said it.  I went back to massaging them, more delicately this time.
 They felt soft and incredible.  I noticed that she jumped a little every
time my thumb touched her nipple.  Carefully I reached and took her
nipples between my thumb and forefinger, then squeezed and twisted each in
the same instant.  Jen let out a little yelp which caused several of the
girls to turn and look at us.  We blushed a bit... and it was over.  I
might have done more to Jen if the others hadn't been watching.  I liked
Jen... but they were watching, and it became to awkward to continue. 
Damnit!

SPIN #3 - Sara.  Sara was a girl I hardly knew.  She had sandy blonde
hair, blue eyes, and a very round face.  She looked like a child's doll,
but her nose was more like a normal woman's.  She was very pretty.  Her
chest I did not get to see up close, but it appeared to be somewhat well
developed.  She was, unfortunately, wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants so
I didnt' get to see her very well.
	Sara was very interested in kissing.  She sat down on the bed next
to me, and I was prepared to talk with her like I had Jen.  Before I could
say anything, she leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips.  The next
thing I knew, we were lying next to each other on the bed, kissing.  I
learned from her the basics of the french kiss.  She put her tongue down
my throat rather thoroughly, and with a lot of experience behind it.  I
learned from her, repeated what she did.  Slowly but steadily I learned
how to really kiss a girl.  A few times I got a very surprised look from
Sara.  This was, I learned, when I did something very right.  On these
occasions, she would hug me a little tighter and kiss me more deeply.  Her
legs and crotch would press against the bulge in my shorts, and I was
certain she knew I was very hard.  But she was, apparently, not
interested.  
	After lots and lots more kissing, Sara withdrew from me.  She
looked at me with a very bashful blush and a rather horny grin.  She said:
	"You're cute.  Very cute.  Maybe we could do this again sometime."
 Then she spun around and I was, rather abruptly, done with her.

SPIN #4 - Cassandra.  This spin was actually very interesting, because the
bottle came to rest between Jocelyn and Cassandra.  A vicious argument
ensued, but eventually the girls concluded that the bottle was in fact
pointing more at Cassandra than Jocelyn.  Jocelyn was very upset and acted
a little bitchy, but because most of the girls didn't really like Jocelyn
anyway, no one cared.  
	Anyway, I had never met Cassandra up close before, and didn't know
anything about her.  I remembered seeing her around camp a few times
before, but I couldn't say anything specific about her.  She had dark
black curly hair, and lots of it, as well as brown eyes and slightly dark
skin.  She wasn't beautiful or even really very pretty, but she was
relatively pretty.  She definitely wasn't ugly.  She was wearing a cutoff
t-shirt and some shorts that fit her relatively tightly.  From what I got
to see through her shirt, she had a nice pair of developing tits that
stuck out from her chest.   Cassandra smiled at me as she sat down.
	"Hi.  I'm Cassandra, but everyone calls me Cass."  I nodded and
smiled. "Anyway," she continued "I don't want to seem like a slut or
anything, like that whore Jocelyn, but I..." here she paused and looked
downward at the floor.  When she glanced up pitifully at me again through
her eyelashes she did look beautiful for a moment.  "I want you to give me
a blow job.  Could you do that?"  She spoke very softly.
	"Are you sure that's what you want?"  I asked her.  She nodded
very vigorously and my heart nearly leapt from my chest.  We climbed under
the cover, and Cass provided a flashlight so I could see.  Then, as I
watched in the little cave of sheets we had constructed, Cass pulled down
her pants.  I got my first good look at a girl's vagina.  Hers was soft
and fleshy red looking.  I had more pubic hair than she did.  I looked at
her lying curled under the covers with her pants around her ankles and got
very very horny.  I crawled over until I couldn't see her face anymore and
looked at it again.      I reached out with my finger and traced it around
the lips.  I was very interested, so I gave it a very thorough inspection
with my hands, even running the hair through my fingers.  Finally, when I
was satisfied, I leaned forward and kissed the lips of her puss.  I
discovered that kissing the pussy was different from kissing a girl's
lips.	
	When you french a girl her lips respond like lips.  Her vagina
responded differently, and tasted and felt different inside.  Moister,
though that isn't really true.  What I lacked in experience and knowledge,
however, I made up for with pure effort.  I licked and nibbled at what I
could.  I noted what she seemed to like and repeated it.  I found spots
that bulged or seemed tender, and those I probed especially.  After a
particularly ferocious attack on one such spot I felt a hand in my hair. 
I leaned up and kissed Cass, deeply on her (real) lips.  She looked at me
and batted her eyelashes in surprise, then smiled.  I returned to kissing
her twat, now using my fingers.  I would've abandoned this if she hand't
liked it so much.  It felt only slightly disgusting to have my fingers in
her vagina.  After some more of this, Cass' hips began to rock, and sway. 
Then she began to push at my face with her crotch.  I kissed some of the
tender spots, and her legs and knees came together and pressed against my
head.  I kissed and pushed and poked some more, then she spasmed a bit and
restrained a scream.  I realized she had cum as things got a little moist
in there.  I didn't taste or lick any of her semen, just rubbed her a
little with her hands which she was already doing to herself.  Then I
kissed her (real) lips again and helped her get her pants back on.

	As I emerged from the bed with Cass I was informed it was time to
leave.  Though I had only been with four girls, apparently the councilor
would be back soon and would stay for almost an hour, so I had to go.  We
all looked dissapointed, myself especially.  I went out the fire exit and
walked towards the beach.  The water level looked like it had gone down
some, so I un-wedged the paddle from the log and started to drag it down
towards the shore.  I was about a yard or so from the water when I heard a
snapping noise.
	As quickly and as quietly as I could I ducked behind the log and
hid myself.  I tried to breathe quietly and hoped to God the councilor or
whatever was just passing by.  After a few more minutes that seemed like
hours passed, I heard a voice call out very softly.  I couldn't make out
what it said.  Then I recognized the voice.  It was Laura! And she was
calling my name!
	"Huh?"  I said, and stood up onto my knees.  "Laura, is that you?"
	"Hi!" She called out, coming down from the woods towards me.  I
looked at her and smiled.  She was wearing a blue rain slicker and shorts,
also some sneakers with no socks.  
	Lemme explain a bit.  Laura, whom I mentioned before, was the girl
I had a crush on.  She was the most beautiful girl in camp (in my
opinion.)  She had long straight brown hair and green-ish blue-ish eyes. 
Her breasts, though not as big as Jen's, were well on their way.  As she
approached me, I had all sorts of disgusting impure thoughts about doing
things to her.  I was pretty much hopelessly in love with her.
	Laura looked at me, and smiled.  Then she said:
	"I was real upset when I didn't get a turn with you.  I couldn't
let you go..."  I looked at her and nodded, started to say something but
she continued first "I kind of still want to do something with you.  I
like you a lot, I think you're a cool guy."  It sounded lame to both of
us, but it was enough.  I looked around at the sandy beach.  
	"We're gonna get absolutely filthy dirty here, aren't we?" I asked
with a grin, and Laura grinned back and nodded.  Then she kicked off her
shoes and slicker and put them in the sand.  As I watched she ran across
the beach and dove into the water.  As she emerged I got a huge eyeful of
a wet t-shirt pressed against her.  Despite the dim light, I could
definitely tell she wasn't wearing a bra.  She dove back under the water
and I started to take off my shoes.  Then something hit me.  I looked up,
and realized it was her panties.  I looked at her soaking wet panties,
then stared at her in the water.  Though she was only in up to her neck it
was apparent she wasn't wearing anything!  I joined her in nakedness in a
few moments and swam out to her.  I looked at her lovingly in the
moonlight.  Then I swam forward and kissed her.  My kisses with Sara were
nice.  I thought they were great, but this one kiss left them all
standing.  I wrapped my arms around Laura and kissed her, ran my hands
through her wet hair, felt her soft breasts press against my chest.  These
I kissed as well, I kissed her all over, even on her butt and her feet. 
Then I looked at her again, treading water, and I spoke the boldest words
I ever have.
	"Will you come up onto the beach and fuck me?"  I said.  Laura
gasped, and her eyes went wide.  In answer she swam wildly for the shore. 
I followed her.  She reached it first and lay herself in the sand.  She
looked like a goddess, her young developing breasts shining with wetness
in the moonlight.  I ran over to her and without delay I put my penis
between her legs.  She gasped, and smiled at me.  As I leaned over her in
absolute blinding pleasure, staggering so as not to fall, she grabbed me
and whispered in my ear "It's my first time..." 
	With my jaw open wide, and my eyes bulging out of my skull, I
nodded and rasped "Mine too!"  I simply could not believe the powerfully
pleasurable feeling, the tightness and wetness and heat, of having my
penis enveloped by her pussy.  After a few minutes of further awkward
staggering, I got myself together enough to begin thrusting.  As I watched
Laura, I grew nervous, however, as she closed her eyes and lay back.  She
didn't seem to be enjoying this nearly as much as I, and I was worried I
was doing something wrong...
	So, of course, I fucked her harder.  I thrusted as hard as I
could, and wrapped my arms around her to help.  She still seemed
oblivious, but she was smiling now.  I was still nervous, when suddenly
there was a strange burst of heat on my cock and Laura went limp in my
arms.
	"Are... are you OK?"  I asked quietly.  "What happened?"  Laura
opened her eyes as if from a dream, smiled warmly at me, and said:
	"You made me cum, silly.  You made me cum hard!  That was...
incredible... it was very different.  I just wish I didn't have to be so
quiet..."  I nodded, realizing why she had been so silent.  
	With renewed vigor and increased confidence, I set out to fuck her
again, this time allowing myself to feel the pleasure I generated with my
thrusts.  I continued to thrust my penis in and out of her, as I felt
myself nearing orgasm.  As soon as I felt myself cumming, I leaned down
and kissed Laura fully on the lips, using all my new-learned skills. 
Laura and I orgasmed together and I collapsed from exhaustion next to her.
	We lay, entirely naked on the beach, coated in dirt and particles
of sand.  We were enjoying the warm afterglow of sex, an entirely new
sensation for me.  I had one arm around her, and the other on one of her
breasts toying with the nipple with great interest.  She had her arms
around me, and was leaning into me and brushing her knee against my
testicles.
	Suddenly, there was the snapping of a twig.  It was a loud
resounding crack.  I jumped up and, hardly knowing what I was doing, began
pulling my shorts on and thrust Laura's clothes at her.  In a few seconds
we were (relatively) dressed, though I had no shirt on and Laura was
missing her underwear.  We both turned simultaneously to look up at the
woods. 
	Descending the hill towards the beach was a councilor, a lady I
couldn't identify.  She was carrying a flashlight, and as she neared she
called to us:
	"Alright, Loverboy.  The joke's over, you're coming back to camp
with me.  Laura, back in your bunk.  Move it!"  Laura leapt up, and with a
brief smiling backward glance at me and a mouthed "I love you" she started
jogging back to her bunk.  The councilor led me, wordlessly, to the
parking lot.
	I drove back to camp with her and went directly to see the owner
of the camp, even though it was the middle of the night.  I didn't get in
as much trouble as I suspected.  The camp's owner, whose name was Mark
something or other, told me that he didn't really care what I did, but I
had a responsibility to the camp.  It was my job to ensure that he didn't
get sued by some girls parents, because that would mean the camp would be
shut down, which would hurt everyone.  I nodded that "I understood."  Then
he told me that the door gaurd on my bunk would be doubled for a week, a
relatively futile and not harsh punishment, and sent me back to my bunk.
	I was a hero back at my bunk, merely for having made it.  Once we
were safely out of the hearing range of the councilors, the guys started
asking me questions.
	"So?  Did you get to do it with any of the girls?" joked one guy,
named Sam.
	"No."  I lied, laughing.  "No, I stayed outside and watched."  The
guys dove on this clue.
	"Watched what?" asked Josh.
	"Yeah,"  Danny said "did you see any lesbians or anything?"  I
looked at him, then around to all the guys who were, most of them, holding
their breath in expectation.
	I shook my head.  "Sorry guys.  There wasn't any wild lesbian sex
on the floor."  Most of their faces fell.  I looked up, smiling, and said
"At least... none that I saw.  I was only there a little while, and I only
watched one bunk..."  
	That had them going again.  They had already forgotten I existed,
starting discussing the 'possibilites' about the other campers and the
other bunks.  I just smiled and went into my bunk.  My five minutes of
fame were over.
	Personally, I didn't care.  I had Laura... and a whole three weeks
left to be with her...