The Camp Nurse_(0)

Fbailey story number 679


The Camp Nurse


When I was thirteen my parents were separating to see if they could save their marriage. I got caught in the middle so they shipped me off to camp for the entire summer…all twelve weeks of it.

Camp Butterfly in the Rainbow Mountains…what a crock of shit.

They seemed to offer just about everything that a boy or girl could want…as long as the girl was a Tomboy.

They offered a lot of team sports, a lot of water sports, and a lot of individual sports. I always did better on my own. I hated to depend on someone else. I guess I got that from my father.

Most of the kids were there for just one or two weeks. There were a few of us that were stuck there for the full season. There were six of us boys and two girls. We were put in a double bunkhouse with the camp nurse as our counselor. The cabin had a main room with two bedrooms off to the sides and each bedroom had its own bathroom. The camp nurse slept with the two girls.

In the first week us ‘lifers’ as we were know, stuck together. We did all of our activities together. The girls wore their bikinis almost all of the time. We boys wore shorts all of the time. In the water we got paired up and I got Cindy. We were both thirteen and the youngest of the group. When we went canoeing Cindy was in the front and I was in the back. I got some great views of her ass crack. She knew it too because she would reach back, poke a finger into her exposed crack, and then try to pull her bottom up to cover it. It didn’t work. When we went swimming we were buddies and had to stay within six feet of one another. She would tie her top when it was dry and then it would be loose when it got wet. Cindy was good at tightening her bottom under the water. However, her top was a different problem. One of her boobs would fall out whenever she tried to get her top tighter. I got several looks at her wonderful hard pink nipples. She knew it too and eventually she realized that it just didn’t matter if I saw them or not.

During the second week she just let me look. That was when I started telling Cindy how pretty she was and how much I liked her butt crack and her breasts. She seemed to enjoy the complements. She also let me see her goodies more often. At the campfires we sat together and shared a blanket like some of the other couples. That was when Cindy placed my hand on her knee. When I didn’t move it up, she did. When my hand was touching her pussy she opened her legs up for me. I was a virgin and I thought that she was too but she was a lot more aggressive than I was. When she tried to push my hand down inside her bottom I just went with the flow.