Buffy Goes To Camp

Buffy Goes To Camp

by Lubrican

Buffy could hardly wait to get to acting camp. She’d gone every year since she was ten and she loved it. It was outdoors, which she liked because she was a city girl, but what she liked the most was that she had friends there she rarely got to see.

One of them was Megan, who was a special friend. They had learned to masturbate together at acting camp three years ago. They had been roommates that year and Megan taught her how wonderful it felt to stroke her little clitty and stick fingers and other things in her pussy.

Another was her summertime boyfriend, Jack. They lived too far apart to go steady all the time, but at camp they snuck away as much as they could do kiss and pet. Jack was the first boy to touch Buffy’s hot pussy, and slide his finger in it. That had happened just last year. Buffy didn’t want to get a reputation as a slut, so she didn’t let the boys she went to school with do things like that to her. When she went on dates she kissed passionately, and had even jacked a few boys off – something Jack had taught her last year – but she never let them touch anything except her full teen breasts.

That was usually enough for most boys. Her breasts were breathtaking. They were large and heavy, but didn’t sag even half an inch. They were topped with crinkley brown areolas and nice pencil sized nipples that got hard and long when boys played with them. One boy wanted to suck them, but she didn’t let him. She was saving that for Jack … this year.

Then there was Bob. He was a counselor at Acting Camp. He was a good acting coach, but mostly the girls liked him because he was handsome, and he always told the girls how beautiful they were, and what fantastic actresses they were.

But what they liked best was that he acted WITH them to help them understand the techniques required. For instance, Bob was the one who had taught every girl in Acting Camp how to properly do a screen kiss. Until you were 13, screen kisses had to be done by putting the lips on just the corner of the mouth, turning the head so that the audience couldn’t see that it wasn’t really a kiss. Up to about age 16, kisses were full contact with the lips, but nothing else. Bob’s lips were always soft and warm and jelly-like, and his screen kisses made the girls all feel funny inside. Once you were seventeen or older, he gave private lessons on how to make it look like you were doing a French kiss on screen. They were private, he said, because the younger kids didn’t need to see that kind of thing.

A lot of girls came out of those private lessons with a far away look in their eyes. If people would have looked closer they might have noticed that some of these girls walked a little funny too. And if they would have noticed that, they might have noticed that those girls were the ones who came back to acting camp until they were in their twenties, getting private instruction from him on a variety of things. But nobody noticed.

Another type of private lesson he gave involved boys. He’d pick a boy and a girl, usually who were boyfriend and girlfriend at camp. Then he’d teach them the physical strokes that went along with kissing. First, he’d demonstrate by kissing the girl and running his hands all over her body, cupping her breasts and pulling her to him with his hands on her buttocks. Once she was panting he’d let the boy practice and have the girl tell him if he was doing it right or not. If anyone would have noticed, they’d have noticed that these boys and girls often ended up out in the woods together on nature walks, or off to one side in the swimming lake.

Acting camp was set up so that two girls shared a room, or two boys shared a room. The cabins were duplexes of a sort, with a common wall and the doors led out onto a common porch. These units were called quads, because four students were housed in each one. Usually there were four girls to a quad, or four boys, but, occasionally, it turned out that half a quad had boys in it, while the other half had girls.

That was what happened this year, as Buffy found out when her parents let her out at camp and drove off, telling her to have a nice summer. She had called ahead to make sure that she and Megan got put together. They screamed and giggled when they saw each other, like fifteen year old girls do, and then went to find out who their quad mates were. It turned out to be two boys they’d never met, so after saying, “Hi,” they went off to the dining hall to get a snack and renew old friendships.

When Jack showed up there was a tearful reunion, with hot kisses, until a counselor told them to break it up. She told him where her quad was and mentioned there were two boys on the other side, both new and both only about eleven. He got a look in his eye and said he’d be right back. The next thing she knew he was back, saying that he and Mark Simpson were now her and Megan’s quad mates! Buffy smiled, knowing that Megan had the hots for Mark and had for several years. He had an acting camp girlfriend named Nancy, but she’d moved away during the school year and wasn’t expected to come back this year.

And so it was, that, after supper and campfire, all four teens ended up on the porch of the quad, flirting. Buffy and Jack happily refreshed their relationship by kissing and groping each other passionately, while Megan and Mark watched. When Megan suggested that it looked like fun, Mark jumped at the chance. Megan was as much of a fox as Buffy even if her hair was as black as Buffy’s was platinum blond. Soon Megan and Mark were kissing hotly and, while their hands didn’t stray farther than each other’s backs and sides, they felt good non-the-less.

The next day Buffy signed up for the classes she wanted. Her very first one was with Bob and she squealed happily when she saw him. Her hug was forceful and she pressed her ripening body against him as he smiled and hugged her back.

“Good Grief, girl!” he exclaimed. “What in the world are they feeding you. You look like you’re about twenty-one!”

Buffy dimpled at him and said, “You know I’m only fifteen, you big flirt.”

He held her away and his hungry eyes swept over her body. “Well you sure can’t tell by looking. I think I might make a special exception and give you some private lessons this year. Would you like that?”

Buffy knew a little bit about what private lessons entailed. It was hard to get anything out of the kids who went to private lessons. They wouldn’t talk about what went on behind those closed doors. But once in a while somebody would let something slip, and you could see from what the boys and girls did after those lessons that they must be pretty hot. “Oh YES!” she chirped. “Could Megan come too? Pleease?”.

Just then Megan came up, having signed up for the same class. Again there were squeals and hugs and as Bob held the girl he said, “I think we could arrange that. Megan, would you like me to make a special exception and give you and Buffy some private lessons? Do you think you guys are old enough for that?”

Megan smiled widely. “YES!” she yelled, and jumped up in the air.

“Keep it down”: advised a grinning Bob. “We don’t want the other girls to get jealous, now do we?” The girls quieted immediately. “OK, now, you two come to my cabin tonight during free time and we’ll start the lessons, OK? And not a word to anyone.” He thought for a minute. “Do you two have boyfriends here at camp?”

Buffy jumped up and down. “I do! His name is Jack!”

Megan said “I met a guy last night and I like him a lot. His name is Mark, but I don’t suppose you could call him my boyfriend.”

“Has he kissed you yet?” asked Bob, looking intently at the girl.

“Oh yeah, we made out last night,” she giggled.

“OK … hmmmmmm … well, I tell you what, girls … let’s keep it secret from the boys for a few days, and if it looks like it will work out with you two girls we might even expand it to include the boys. How’s that?”

Both girls knew enough about private lessons that they knew there was some kind of sex involved. That was fine with Megan, because she had a big secret that she hadn’t even told Buffy yet. She was waiting for the right time, when the two girls could be alone for a while. Megan had taught Buffy everything she knew about sex, and now maybe they could both learn some more together.

“We PROMISE!” both girls said, putting their dainty hands over their left teen breasts. Bob wished it was his hand. But there would be time enough for that later.

That night at supper the boys wanted the girls to sneak off into the woods during free time. “Oh gee, I wish we could” said Buffy, leaning over to kiss Jack lightly on the lips. “But we can’t. We sighed up for this thing and we have to do it during free time. It has to do with makeup. Maybe you guys could come along?” she said sweetly. Megan just grinned. Both boys said, “NO THANKS!” and started talking about shooting some hoops.

Freetime after supper went until lights-out, which wasn’t until eleven. There were lots of things to do during free time, including various extra classes and practice sessions. There were, as well, classes on makeup, like Buffy had alluded to, costume, set production, fund raising and all the other things that go along with small town productions, which is what most of these kids were involved in. Each counselor had his or her own list of things people could sign up for.