Tommy and Bobbie

TOM:

As a teenager, sometimes I wished I could go for an entire day without thinking about doing it. From the time I discovered that orgasms felt good, I seemed as if I thought of nothing else but doing it with a girl. I discovered that girls liked to go out on dates with guys, but contrary to the things I heard from some of the older guys, they weren’t ready to fall into the back seat of the car after a movie and a Coke. It wasn’t for lack of my trying! I heard two seniors talking about Carol, saying that she was a really hot number. As I listened, they exchanged stories about how they had taken her to a drive in and had to fight her off. When one of them told how far he got, the other described how much further he went, until it was almost as if they had to hire a bodyguard to protect themselves from her aggression.

On my very next date with Marilyn, I decided to try some of the techniques the guys had discussed. As soon as we got into the car after the movie, I drove to a deserted road and parked. Marilyn didn’t seem to mind, and soon we were doing some light necking. She returned my kisses, so buoyed up with her response; I put my hand up her skirt. According to the guys, if I just touched her pussy she would be so hot that she would rip her clothes off. I got my hand about half way up her thighs when I bumped her leg. The instant she realized what I was doing, she slapped my face so hard that it burned for an hour. I’m not sure if it was all the sting of the slap, or the humiliation that accompanied the swift and certain rebuff!

Not only did she not rip her clothes off, she refused to date me again. I was chagrined about the whole thing, especially when some of the other girls asked why we weren’t dating any longer. I declined to answer because I didn’t want anyone to know that I had been belted. That experience caused me to doubt some of the things I heard, especially when guys were talking in a group.

I sort of fumbled my way through the next couple of years of high school, managing to date a few girls, and managing to get slapped a few more times. I also learned that if I went kind of slow, I could feel a girl up, to a certain point without getting a serious belt in the face. Although I never got to see tits, I got to feel them a couple of times. Even though I learned to be a bit more subtle about going for the main prize and feeling a real pussy, I never got any further than putting my hand on a bare knee, then having it pushed away.

While it seemed as if I only thought about doing it with a girl, I did fairly well in school, especially Physics and Machine Shop. Before the end of my junior year, I was able to repair most anything that could go wrong around the house. My talent became well enough known around our small town that I was often called upon to do handy man kinds of work for many neighbors.

One afternoon just before school was out for the summer, I got a phone call from Mr. Chapman, the director of a summer camp asking if I would be willing to work for him doing maintenance work at the camp. He was paying what I thought was an excellent wage for doing things I liked doing, so I accepted the job. As part of the package, I received free room and board at the camp. In addition, as long as I kept everything working perfectly, I could use the camp facilities any time I wanted to.

I could hardly wait for school to be over so I could report to work. I packed a few clothes and my tools, and drove out to the camp. I arrived a week before the first camp session and worked about twelve hours a day along with Mr. Chapman getting the camp ready. A few of the pipes had broken during the winter, so when we turned the water on we had to locate and repair leaks. Next came the water heaters and kitchen equipment. By the end of the week, the facilities were ready to go.

On Wednesday, the camp staff began arriving to be ready for the first camp session that began the following Sunday afternoon. That evening at dinner, we were introduced to the staff. There were fifteen altogether, including the cooks, cleaning staff and counselors. I wasn’t paying any attention to anyone but one of the counselors, Bobbie. What a knockout! I couldn’t keep from staring at her all during dinner. She was seated across the table and down about four places making conversation impossible. I decided to get to breakfast early the next morning in order to sit either next to or across from her.

Shortly after I went to my room, I heard a knock on my door. Mr. Chapman explained that the shower in the female counselor’s dorm wasn’t working right, and I should go right over and fix it. I grabbed my toolbox and hurried over. I went over to the rest room and knocked loudly on the door. Hearing nothing, I carefully opened the door then hollered again to let anyone who may be in there know I was coming in. Hearing no response, I walked to the shower area and began checking for the problem. Before long, I found one of the valves from the hot water side had become stopped up with rust. In order to take the valve apart, I had to turn the water off in the hot water closet. I stepped to the end of the shower complex and used my key to enter. Seconds later I had the main valve turned off and went back to the shower area.

It took about ten minutes to clean and reassemble the valve. I went back to the water heater room and opened the main valve. Returning to the shower area, I began testing the three showerheads to be sure they worked well. While I was running water in the last stall the sound of the running water blocked out the sound of the counselors coming into the rest room. Hearing the water running they assumed the showers were fixed, and hurried to take advantage them. I finished running the rusty water out of the last shower and turned it off. As I stepped out of the shower, I was stunned to see three of the counselors, including Bobbie, dropping their robes to the floor.

At the same instant I realized I was standing in the girl’s shower room with three naked girls; they realized a man was in there with them. I was so startled that I just stood there for a few seconds until the Brunette said with a menacing voice.

“Just what do you think you are doing in our rest room?”

“Mr. Chapman told me the showers didn’t work, and said I should fix them right away. There wasn’t anyone here when I started work, and I didn’t hear you come in. I’m sorry; I didn’t know you were out here!” I stammered out.

”Just don’t move for a minute until we get our robes back on, I’ll tell you when you can leave.”

After I got out of there, I ran to Mr. & Mrs. Chapman’s apartment. I asked Mr. Chapman if I could talk to him for a minute.

“What’s wrong Tom, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

I told him what had happened, swearing it was an accident. He kind of chuckled and called Mrs. Chapman. After he told her about the situation, he suggested that she go over and assure the girls that he had sent me over to repair the shower, and that it was indeed an accident. She returned in about five minutes saying that she had convinced them I wasn’t a Peeping Tom.

“Don’t worry too much about it Tom, both the older girls are trained camp counselors and understand how embarrassed you must be. Bobbie is embarrassed as well, but said she thinks she can get over it.”

The next morning I thought about skipping breakfast, but then decided that I couldn’t go through the entire summer avoiding the rest of the staff. I walked into the dining room trying to act as if nothing had happened. I saw the three girls sitting at one end of the staff table. By the time I got my tray, the only place at the table was directly across from them. It wasn’t without a degree of trepidation that I sat down. There was a very loud silence when I joined the group. I sat there for a moment then spoke up.

“We can pretend that last night didn’t happen, or we can acknowledge that it did and go on from here. I’m sorry about it, it was an accident but there is nothing I can do about it now, is there?” I said in hopes of breaking the silence.

“Well, I don’t know about you two, but that sounds reasonable to me. My name is Bobbie. I’m glad to meet you, — AGAIN!”

“Come on Jean, he said he was sorry, loosen up!” said Bobbie as she poked Jean.

“I guess there is no real harm done. It’s just that I was so startled to see you coming out of the ladies shower stall,” she stated.

“Well I guess I’m not going to be the only stand out,” said Kellie, “You’re forgiven.”

Even though we had broken the ice, breakfast conservation was a little stilted. Over the next few days, we got better acquainted, and the incident seemed to be forgotten.

The one-week camps closed at noon on Saturdays, and the next session didn’t start until Sunday afternoon. That gave the regular staff Saturday night off for personal time. In addition, we got one afternoon and evening during the week for our own personal time. The only requirement was that the entire staff couldn’t be off at the same time. Since I was on maintenance, and Mr. Chapman was my alternate, I could have most any evening off during the week I desired.

The first evening I just chose an afternoon at random and drove into the small town of about seven thousand that was about six miles from the camp. I picked up a few maintenance supplies for the camp that Mr. Chapman had asked me to bring back then wandered around town getting acquainted with my new surroundings. I decided to stop at a drug store and pick up a few toiletries. Just as I finished my shopping and walked to the check out register, I was startled to see Bobbie in line right in front of me.

“Well, hello,” she greeted me, “I didn’t know you were coming into town.”

“Yeah, well I needed a few things, and just wanted to get away for a few hours.”

“Me too,” Bobbie replied.

“What are you doing for the rest of the afternoon,” I asked.

“I thought I would go to a movie,” she sighed, “There isn’t much else to do in this metropolis.”

“Want some company?” I offered.

“OK.”

We put her purchases in my car and drove to the theater. The movie was a comedy, and before it was over we had laughed till we ached. After the movie, we went to a drive in restaurant for a hamburger and malt, then just sat and chatted. By the time we headed back for the camp, I was holding Bobbie’s hand and feeling quite relaxed with her. The next few days were busy with routine work, but we managed to get a few moments alone together after the campers were supposed to be in bed for the night. We worked out a meeting place behind the water storage tank where we could be alone for about an hour before time for lights out time. I found an old park bench, and with a bit of repair and a coat of paint, it made quite a comfortable place to sit and talk. By the middle of the next week, Bobbie and I had coordinated our afternoon off so that we could go into town together.

We did our shopping then went to another movie. By the time it was over, I had my arm around Bobbie, and she had her head on my shoulder. After the movie, we went to the drive in restaurant then drove to the Town Park to Talk. Before long, several kids were riding their bikes around the car and hollering at us, so I drove back toward the camp. I could sense that Bobbie was in no hurry, and I certainly wasn’t either. Seeing a little traveled country road, I turned onto it and drove about a mile off the main road. We found a driveway into a field, which was lined with a dense row of trees. I pulled in behind them and parked the car.

Moments later, Bobbie was in my arms, returning my kisses with fervor. I had my arms around her, holding her close. Bobbie kind of melted into my arms as if she belonged there. I could feel her breasts against my chest, but she didn’t pull back, only pulled me tighter. We were there until well after dark, exploring each other and becoming more and more passionate. Finally, Bobbie said we had better get back to the camp before final lights out. I reluctantly agreed and headed back. After arriving, we said good night and went to our rooms. Needless to say, I had to relieve and seriously aching cock before I went to bed.

We ate all our meals together, unless I got called on an emergency repair job, and before long, the staff accepted that we were an item. Two nights a week, Bobbie had to do late duty in the girl’s dorm room, but the rest of the evenings she was free after eight o’clock, so we had a standing date behind the water tank. One evening we met and walked hand in hand around the tank. We were startled to hear whispered voices just before we came into sight of the park bench.

“Stop it Randy. Someone might see us,” whispered Debbie.

“Don’t worry, no one will come here after dark,” replied Randy.

We stopped and listened for a few minutes.

“Do you know who they are?” I whispered.

“Yes, Debbie is in my dorm, and Randy is in Don’s dorm, they come from the same town.”

“Should we chase them back to their dorms?” I asked.

“No, let them neck for a while, they know they have to be in before lights out or they will be in serious trouble. They are only thirteen, so I doubt very much will happen,” Bobbie replied sensitively.

I took Bobbie in my arms and began kissing her, trying to be as quiet as possible.