The tires made very little noise in the grass, but when the man brought the car to a halt and closed the door behind him, Lynda jumped up and saw him.
Claire was sitting with her legs spread wide and her vagina filled with Dana's tongue. She was moaning louder now. She was right on the edge of her climax. Lynda hastily jerked her clothes on and ran past the pair toward the man. He hadn't seen them yet, but only by the purest coincidence. If he just happened to turn his head a few more inches to the left…
Lynda ducked her head to Claire's ear as she dashed by and gave a quick, excited warning as she went by but the young girl was so far into the throes of her orgasm that it was impossible to stop things short. She dashed up to the man, diverting his attention from the two girls by standing on the other side of him, and spoke to him cheerfully but nervously.
"Can I help you, sir?" she asked. "Are you looking for our troop leader for something?"
But before he could answer, fear gripped her. She could tell by his expression that he'd heard Claire's moaning. He just hadn't located its source yet. Fortunately, Dana had brought her to climax just after Claire rushed by them and they were now silent.
But the puzzled expression on the strange man's face told Lynda that he'd certainly heard the noise, even if he hadn't recognized what it was.
The man looked with surprise at the black fifteen year old who had just appeared from nowhere. He was tall and muscular, with dark brown hair and a moustache.
"Uh… yes. Yes, as a matter of fact, I am looking for your troop leader if she's a Miss Kressler. Am I in the right place? But what was that noise as I pulled up here a minute ago? Sounded like someone in pain or something… sort of a moaning sound," the man said to Lynda.
She could see around his shoulders that Dana and Claire had finally noticed what was going on and were frantically jerking their clothes on and stumbling out of his range of vision as fast as they could.
"Oh, that?" she answered brightly. "No, that wasn't anyone. I mean no one was hurting… I mean I don't know what it was. I heard it too just as you were stopping your car, but I don't know what it was."
She had been very flustered when she first started speaking, but as she bumbled her way through her explanation she became calmer. Not that she was satisfied with her halting, confused answer to the man. But because she noticed that his attention had apparently been completely sidetracked from the noise. Now he was looking down at Lynda with a slow, appraising look that convinced her he had forgotten all about his previous thoughts.
"Miss Kressler, then… you say she's here? I'm at the right campground?" he said.
Lynda was flattered by the way he was looking at her. She guessed him to be at least twenty-five, maybe older. And to have someone that old notice her in such an obviously interested way was very pleasing to the teenager. "Yes," she answered, much more calmly than before. "Miss Kressler's the leader of Troop 73. Her cabin is right over there." She pointed across the clearing to the building.
He glanced where she indicated, but soon his eyes were back again on Lynda. His blue eyes were very, groovy, she decided. But also awfully confident and bold. She felt a twinge of uneasiness mixed with the feeling of admiration he had produced in her. He seemed to be looking right through her clothes, right through to where her underwear was. He smiled at her and thanked her for the information, then headed for the troop leader's cabin. "My name's Tim," he called back to Lynda over his shoulder. "I'm a friend of Miss Kressler's. Came by to surprise her. She doesn't know I'm here. If she isn't in the cabin and you see her before I do, tell her I'm here. Okay?"
"Sure," she answered, and started to run back to find Claire and Dana.
But before he went on to the cabin he called out to her again and asked her a question.
"Isn't this a Campfire Girls' place?" he asked.
"Yea," she answered, "that's what I am. I'm a Campfire Girl in Miss Kressler's troop."
He took another long look at her. "I thought the organization was for… for kids," he said to Lynda. "How come you're in her troop?"
She grinned. "Well, the ages are from nine to sixteen. Any girl that age can belong. I'm fifteen."
"Yeah?" he smiled. "Hmmmmm… took you to be older than that for some reason. See you around." Then he turned and was gone.
Wow, she thought, besides looking at me so much, he thought I was older than fifteen. Groovy! Wish I was. Then maybe I'd be old enough for him.
She dashed away in search of Dana and Claire. As she rounded the corner of the dorm cabin she felt the breeze whistle through her clothes and stopped for a minute. She looked down at her blouse and saw that, in her haste, she had neglected to button two top buttons. She peered down inside the vee and saw that her firm black breasts were easily visible. She realized the man must have been looking down there all the time. She grinned. Oh well, she thought, I hope he got an eyeful. Guess he probably did, too, since I'm not wearing any bra. Maybe that's why I looked older than fifteen to him.
She dashed on into the dorm cabin where she found Claire and Dana huddled together at the end of the long tables. There were only a couple of other girls present and they were far away at the other end of the room where they couldn't hear what was said.
"Did that guy see us?" asked Dana. "Did he get a look at us before we ran away?"
"Did he know what we were doing?" asked Claire nervously, as she rubbed the grass stains off her skirt.
"Take it easy," replied Lynda. "It's okay. He didn't even see you. But he sure would have if I hadn't ran up and started talking to him. You almost got caught!"
"Yeah, that was a close call," sighed Dana. "We better be careful from now on."
"We sure had. Wow! Can you imagine what Miss Kressler would do if she ever caught any of us innocent little Campfire Girls playing naked with each other?" exclaimed Claire.
Lynda's idea of what might happen in such a case was very different from Claire's idea, of course. But Lynda decided to remain silent on the matter for the moment, in spite of the new intimacy she had established with Dana and Claire.
She told them what Tim had said to her and then they heard the girls returning from swimming, so they separated and started talking to the other girls as they filed in the door with wet hair and swimsuits draped over their arms.
Vera Kressler was strolling along at the rear of the group and stopped to help one youngster get sand out of her shoe, so she didn't arrive at the dorm cabin for several minutes. And even after she got there, she had a short meeting with the troop that gave Tim plenty of time to look around her cabin before she walked in. He had knocked first, then entered when he saw the door was cracked open. He knew Vera well enough that he was sure she wouldn't care if he waited inside until she returned.
Tim knew Vera very well indeed, as a matter of fact. He had met her three years before and become intimate with her after a few dates. They saw a lot of each other and eventually discovered to their mutual surprise that each was harboring the same secret – both were strongly attracted to members of their own respective sexes as well as to the opposite sex. After the discovery, they naturally became even closer and it was common practice for them to discuss their private love lives with one another. It was unnecessary for them to withhold information about sex acts with members of their own sex since they were both bi-sexual, and both found that it was refreshing to be able to discuss such matters. Sometimes they became so sexually excited when telling of some lover that a new excitement was produced between them which ended in a stimulating love match.
Tim idly looked around Vera's cabin and sat down in a chair beside the bed. He reached across the bedside table and lifted a pair of panties off the edge of a drawer where she had carelessly thrown them. He drew them through his fingers and reveled in the sensuous feel of them against his hands. For the past two weeks he had been on a ski trip in the upper Sierras with a group of men friends and he hadn't made love to a woman during the entire period, only to other men. It would be very good to get his hands on the woman whose body had recently filled the undergarments he held in his hands, he thought to himself.
Just then she walked in the door. After a big bug and his explanation of why he was in the area so unexpectedly they went on to other matters. The other fellows would be at the ski lodge for another week, he told Vera, but he had cut his skiing short to be able to drop in and surprise her when he learned of her temporary job.
She had noticed with pleasure that he kept looking at her breasts while he was talking to her. It pleased her to know he was probably thinking of getting his hands on them. She also had definite designs on the lump she saw in the front of his pants under his fly. Now he became more direct about the desires he had for her.
"This place must be good for you," he said, "You're looking swell. Especially those nice things sticking up under your sweater there. I haven't been able to keep my eyes off of that groovy little pair ever since you walked through the door," he said.
"So I noticed," she replied. Then she pouted her pretty mouth in an expression of mock displeasure. "But what's little about them, anyway? I'm glad you think they're a nice pair – but are they really so small?"
He smiled at her. "Purely a term of affection, my dear, purely a term of affection for them. You know damned well I love those sweet tits of yours."
"Well, it better be purely a term of affection, honey," she chided. "I'll bet one thing, mine are bigger than the ones on any of the other sex partners you've had for the past couple of weeks at the ski lodge!"
He laughed. Compared with the only other sex partners he'd had during that period – other men – she was right, of course.
"Okay, smarty," he admitted. "You got me there. I'm pretty tired of 'hairy-legs' as sex partners anyway." To prove his point he reached over and gripped her shoulder and pulled her closer. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand, keeping it on the outside of her sweater, and kissed her on the mouth. When he felt her lips part and her tongue shoot out, he dropped the hand to her waist and slipped it under the material.
"Ummmm," she cooed, "nice."
"And this?" he asked, bringing the palm of his hand over her breast and cupping the nipple in the center. "Nicer," she breathed.
She could feel the pressure of his stiff penis through his pants and, as he returned the touch of her tongue, she pressed her pelvis lightly against it. She dropped her hand to the front of his pants and gingerly worked the tips of her fingers against it through the rough fabric. "And I could say the same about this," she volunteered, exerting a bit more pressure on the organ.
"Careful, honey," he warned. "If you keep on fooling around with that, it's liable to get out of my pants and find some nice, new place to go." He burrowed his face into the thickness of her clean smelling blonde hair and felt her warm to him as he fitted his body still closer to hers. The smooth, fair skin of her cheeks and forehead brushed against his neck as she returned his hug.
"Like where?" she asked, continuing the banter. "Oh, any nice warm, dark place would be okay," he answered, "as long as it's damp and soft, and has a cute little patch of blonde curls all around it."
"Aren't many places like that," she said.
"I know one," he answered. "And one's all I need. Unless I'm very mistaken, there's a perfect little place just like I described very close to here. Right here, as a matter of fact." He pinched her skirt at the junction of her thighs and she took a step backward and yelped. She grinned and slapped at his hand. When she missed, she reached down and pulled her sweater up the front of her body until both beautiful breasts were plainly visible. He was stunned by the shape and freshness of them even though he had seen them a hundred times before.
He immediately put his hands on them and when he did she slapped her hands on his wrists.
"Ha ha," she laughed, "see, if I can't hit your hands when I slap at them, then I'll bait a little trap for them."
"With that pair of knockers for bait, you can't lose," he answered with a smile. "New that you've got them caught, what are you going to do with them?"
"Leave them right where they are," she said. "You know, I've always loved for you to play with my tits, Tim. I had some yokel here the other day who seemed to think they were squeeze-toys. He was being so rough, I was afraid I'd be black and blue. It's a pleasant change to have your hand on them."
"Who was he?" asked Tim. "I thought there weren't any men around here."
"Just a guy who came to deliver some provisions," she answered. "Forget it. He won't be back. He got to be a real bastard and I ran him off for good."
"You know what?" he posed. "We are yammering a lot. If you're as hot for a nice good fuck as I am, you'll keep your mouth shut and open that other set of lips down there, that sweet little pair with all the love juice inside."
She didn't reply in words. She put her mouth to his ear and stuck her tongue inside, delicately darting the tip against the sensitive inner surface.
He picked her up and lay her down on the bed. Her skirt was askew, displaying her long, gracefully shaped legs all the way up to her upper thighs. Her sweater, which she had raised above her breasts, was around her neck like a thick collar. She looked at him with smoky eyes as he knelt over her on the bed and pulled it off over her head. Her bright hair fanned out across the bed an he tossed the garment aside.
He took a few steps backward and yanked his shirt off, all the while keeping his eyes locked on hers. When he unbuckled his belt, she raised her head from the bed a bit so she could see what followed, and, when he stepped out of his pants, she dropped her eyes from his eyes to his crotch. A giant bulge distended the front of his jockey shorts. He kept looking at her, taking in the beautiful lines of her half-naked body and the provocative disarray of what little clothing she still wore. Her skirt was raised so high that he knew the leg band of her panties couldn't be more than a couple of inches higher. She still wore her tennis shoes and wool crew socks that she had donned for the walk to the girls' swimming hole.
She looked into his eyes and knew what he wanted, that he wanted her naked and writhing under him as he drove his organ deep into her quivering, moist flesh. She started to sit up and remove her shoes and socks but he stopped her. "Never mind," he said, "leave them on. I can't wait. You look so fucking sexy there that I can't wait to get into your pants and give you some loving."
Again she thought of his organ ramming into her. She was very excited too, but she did hope he'd wait just a bit before he tried to plunge the entire instrument inside her. But she was wrong. His desire for her was not exactly as she thought. But she very quickly discovered what he wanted to do to her and she loved it. He dropped to his knees in front of her and took one of her firm, softly rounded knees in each hand. He spread them slowly apart until he could see the crotch of her panties in the darkness under her disheveled skirt. She swooned as she felt his hands glide up the sensitive inner surface of her thighs and knew that he would soon have her stark naked with no panties or skirt to hide her genitals under. Almost methodically, he slowly loosened the top of her skirt and drew it over her slender legs. He let it fall in a pile on the floor in front of him, then pushed his head up between her legs toward the silken triangle of her panty crotch.
She'd had a good idea before what he wanted to do to her, but now she was certain. He wasn't ready to penetrate her with his penis at all he was intent on taking her soft sex in his mouth and licking it for her. He's going to suck me, she thought, not fuck me. Groovy! I'm just in the mood to have my cunt sucked.
First he rubbed his chin and mouth against the tightly stretched material at the junction of her thighs. He gradually concentrated his attentions on a certain spot at the exact center of her panties. The firm pressure of his face on the sensitive place made waves of heat flood her entire pelvis. He was touching her right on top of her genitals. Only the wispy thickness of the silken panties kept him from being in direct contact with her most delicate and tender organs. She took a deep breath and squirmed on the bed as she felt him put his teeth to the area. She lay waiting, loving the anticipation almost as much as the act itself. The end of his tongue soon had the material of her panties so damp that there was little difference between the inside and the outside of the material. He had the outside coated with saliva, and she was so hot that the inside was coated with the wetness of her love juice.
Then he grabbed the top of the skimpy, light blue undergarment. She knew he was going inside and she could hardly wait. He didn't disappoint her. With his thumb and forefinger, he lowered the waistband until it was nearly touching her plushy lips. She felt his touch at the top of her pubic hair and then felt his other hand underneath her buttocks. Remaining on his knees before her, he stripped the damp panties off over her lovely long thighs and she felt the cool air of the room waft across her springy blondish-brown pubic hair. He pulled the panties down past her knees, but before they reached her ankles she felt his mouth on her again.
He wasn't able to wait. As soon as the sensual mound of her curl-covered genitals came into view from underneath the wispy undergarment, he had to press his mouth upon it. His nose burrowed into the thick mat of her hairs and his wet lips came in contact with the pulsing softness of her heated flesh.
"Unghhhhh," she moaned. No sooner had his lips touched her naked vulva than she felt his tongue dart out into the rich delta as his hand yanked her panties on off over her feet. Now she lay there with nothing on except her tennis shoes and socks. No longer was there the slightest wisp of material to obstruct the full application of his hungry mouth upon her most delicate private parts.
His tongue sank into the softness of her slick orifice and she shuddered as she felt it slide along the moisture-covered walls inside. "Unghhh," she moaned, "Unghhh… oh, my God… oh, please, keep licking me there… keep tonguing me!"
"Mmfff!" he said, his mouth filled with the warm flesh of her genitals. Then she heard wet, licking sounds coming from his lips and felt him put his hands all the way around her buttocks and pull her closer toward his body. He raised from his knee then and pressed her backward. She relaxed her knees into the air, dug her feet into the bed, and propelled herself to give him room to come onto the bed with her. He slid onto it and, as he got his legs on the edge of the mattress, his arms stretched above his head and he took one of her swollen breasts in each hand. He moved her so smoothly that he never took his mouth from her genitals during the entire time. Now he was where she could reach him and get her hands on his jockey shorts.
Tim felt her straining to reach the lump at the center of his undergarment. He turned himself around on the bed so that they formed a sort of cross with their bodies and then she could very easily reach everything she wanted to. His mouth still pressed flat against her humid pubes and his tongue remained plastered on the inner surfaces of her vagina.
She darted her hand straight for his crotch. The sensation of his penis being constrained by the strong white material of his jockey shorts was more than she could stand. She had to have it out where she could get her fingers on it and she had to have it out fast. The things he was doing between her legs with his mouth were driving her to a fever pitch.
R-r-r-r-i-p went the material. She had grasped the front of his shorts and yanked so hard that her nails punctured the cloth and slashed them wide open. If Tim hadn't been so occupied elsewhere, he would have blown a fuse over having his shorts ripped apart. But as things were, he hardly noticed it, much less objected.
His hard penis sprang out through the huge hole and her hand was on it in a flash. She gripped the instrument like a vice at first, just because she was so glad to get her hands on it. Then she gradually loosened her fingers and began masturbating him. The big red organ was uncircumcised, so there was no sheath of skin to slide up and down the shaft, but this proved to be no encumbrance whatsoever for them. The thick organ was so wet from the sweat on her palm that she easily managed to slip her hand up and down its length as fast as she wanted.
"Oh… oh, shit, baby, now you're doin' it now you're doin' it to me," he groaned.
Her own genitals were on fire. She was elated to know Tim was getting as hot as she was. The hot pulse of desire was rushing through her vagina liker a tiny river of flame. The sweat broke out on her face and neck. She spread her legs as wide as they would go. His tongue darted in and out of her hot orifice faster and faster. Every time the tip of it passed over the lips of her vulva, he tickled the small knob of her excited clitoris. "Go ahead and lick right there. Oh, right there, right there," she groaned.
He did just as she asked, he wanted to, he had to. The taste of her genitals in his mouth was so exciting to him that he couldn't have pulled his mouth away if he had wanted to.
Vera felt the old familiar surge of heat deep in her loins and knew her release wasn't far away. That's when she suddenly experienced a craving that rocked her, sent her head reeling. Her hand had been masturbating Tim's rock-stiff penis all along, but now it wasn't enough to have her hand on it. She suddenly had an overpowering desire to put her mouth on it, to suck it just as he'd been doing to her.
She half twisted her body and bent her head forward. She stuffed the turgid member into her mouth and sucked ravenously with her open lips. Her move was entirely unexpected by Tim. He was already extremely aroused from the manual attentions she'd been giving him – the second he felt the wet warmth of her mouth on his penis, he cried out in ecstasy and ejaculated. She felt the hot wind blow from his mouth into her vulva and that, combined with the exciting salt taste of his sperm, produced a violent orgasm that left her crumpled across the middle of the bed like a broken Barbie doll.
Even after he had expended his semen into her mouth, she kept the deflated organ between her lips. Gradually it shrank to a fraction of its original size until finally she released it from her mouth and rolled onto her side. He lay still for awhile, but after they had both risen and washed off in the bathroom, they lay across and talked about her job. He hadn't seen her in a few weeks, so she told him about her duties and responsibilities.
He asked about the black girl he'd been given directions by and Vera's eyes flickered uneasily for a second before she realized it had only been a coincidence that it was Lynda. Tim neither knew nor suspected anything about what she had done with the pretty, black teenager inside her cabin. And she wanted to keep it that way. The fact that it was another female she'd had sex with wasn't what was important – it was the girl's age that she was embarrassed about. She didn't want even Tim to know – at the moment, at least, and maybe never – that she had had sex with a girl only fifteen years old. She was still a little, embarrassed about it even to herself, although she had to admit that she had enjoyed it immensely.
"The black girl, the slender one with the kind of pretty face?" she asked, identifying her. "Oh, that's Lynda. Nice kid. She's just one of the Campfire Girls in my troop. Just like all the others. Why do you ask?"
Tim said it was because he had been very surprised to learn that she was only fifteen years old. He wanted to know about the other girls there.
"Well, they range from nine to sixteen," answered Vera. "And they come in all sizes, religions, and races. There are a few Negros here, some Latins, and even one little Oriental girl. Her name's Sally and she's one of the youngest, just over nine years old."
Tim grinned evilly and then said, "I have to hand it to you, Vera. That was pretty smart of you to get a job as caretaker of a bunch of hot little bodies. Which one is your favorite so far? Or is it too hard to single a special one out this early in the game? I bet you've been having some groovy times with some of these little sweethearts, huh?"
She was indignant. She disclaimed any such activities – secretly feeling all the more guilty about her relations with Lynda as she did so – and told him he was an ass for even thinking of such a thing as any hanky-panky between her and any of the girls in her troop.
"Just because. I'm bi, Tim, doesn't mean I go for chicks that young. Sure, I dig chicks as much as guys. You know that. But I'm no cradle snatcher. These girls are just kids, Tim. They don't know anything about sex," she told him.
"Yeah?" he said. "Well, maybe so. But I'll tell you this – I'll bet there's plenty of them that want to know something about sex. So they're a few younger than you…"
"A few years!" she interrupted. "Several years, Tim. Several years."
"Okay, several years then," he continued. "But there's plenty of them still got tits, don't they? There's plenty of them got hair on their pussies, aren't there? Sixteen, Vera? Hell, that's plenty old enough to be fucking. You mean to tell me you don't think a girl that old knows anything about sex? Damn, that'd be a sophomore or junior in high school! You got to admit a chick that old is plenty old enough to get dicked. Think back, Vera. How about you when you were that age? Now you know damned well you were screwing guys at that age, right? Or screwing them or lying at home thinking about doing it so much you were frigging your cunt off."
She conceded a bit. "Well, maybe the very oldest ones are fooling around some," she said. "But just with boys. I'm sure none of them are gay or bi. And even if they were, they wouldn't appeal to a girl my age. They're too young to interest me." Her lie was so brazen she hoped he wouldn't be able to sense how far from the truth it was. She couldn't tell. But he had no good reason to disbelieve her, she reflected.
"No, I'll bet plenty of the younger ones have pussies just as hot for action as the older ones. And I'll wager more than just a few of them have done a little playing around with other girls, too. I know you started digging other chicks when you were real young. You told me once yourself. Hell, there's little girls not even old enough to have hair on their cunts who'd love to have themselves frigged – by a boy or another girl," he said.
Vera mentally cursed herself forever having mentioned her own early sex experiences to Tim. It was true that she had been a very precocious child about sex, but she hated to have it thrown in her face to prove a point. Especially to prove a point for someone she was arguing with at the moment.
"Well, maybe some of what you say is true. But it doesn't make any difference. If I got sexy with any of these Campfire Girls – if, mind you – I'd be sure to lose my job. So you can just forget about the idea," she answered.
"You might lose your job if they told on you. But I'll bet if a little chick had a strong enough yen to have somebody in her panties, she'd keep her mouth shut about it," Tim continued, pressing on about the subject in spite of her obvious attempt to change the subject to something else.
Vera said what she'd been thinking. "Okay, Tim. Come on, admit it. The reason you're so interested in knowing how I feel about these girls is just because you happen to dig the looks of Lynda, the girl you asked me about. You're just hot to get in her clothes and you're hoping I might help you pull it off. Right?"
He grinned. "Oh sure, I'll admit the kid turned me on a little bit. And I think you're telling a whopper when you say she doesn't do the same for you, but we'll let that pass. Anyway, this doesn't exactly seem like the best place in the world to get it on with a whole herd of others breathing down your neck. Besides, you're the one I came to see. Remember?"
He tweaked her cheek and she mellowed somewhat. She told him she'd be glad to have him stay for a few days but that if he stayed any longer she'd get in trouble with her employer. Before it was time to go to sleep, they even made love again. This time, as before, Vera fellated him. It was long, slow, and extremely gratifying for both of them. Vera had no inkling that Tim would enjoy himself immensely in a sex adventure the next afternoon however – and that this time she would not be a part of it.
Breakfast the next morning was short but tasty for Tim and Vera. She fixed a delicious breakfast of goodies, but she had to hurry because the girls were due for a nature hike at eight o'clock. But breakfast in the girls' dorm cabin was far from routine. Lynda had mentioned about the handsome man who had asked her for directions and most of the girls were agog about his presence at the camp.
A few of the older girls, Dana and Lynda included, made a few thinly disguised cracks referring to possible sex activity between the stranger and their Miss Kressler.
Claire showed a special interest in the man's presence and asked Lynda a number of questions about him after the other girls had gone on to other subjects. She learned his name, and that he wasn't above "looking at a girl like she was stark naked". Anyone who knew the crafty young Claire well would have almost been able to detect the wheels turning inside her head while she listened. By the time it was time to go on the nature walk, one of the girls had developed a "sore ankle" and couldn't go. It was none other than Claire.
Miss Kressler felt it carefully to see if there were any dislocated bones and finally gave her permission to stay behind while all the others, with Vera in the lead, set out for the four-hour hike. For the first mile or so, Lynda kept trying to catch Vera's eye with no success. When she managed to do it, Vera rewarded the young girl with a quick smile that told her all she wanted to know – that the pretty blonde troop leader was still interested in her body, and that maybe they could meet again soon in secret to do things like they had done before.
Back at the dorm cabin, fourteen-year-old Claire stood on the edge of a bed at the end of the long room and watched the long column of girls until it was out of sight over the hill. Then she gave a playful little laugh and headed for the bathroom. She removed her dressing gown and looked at herself in the mirror. She studied herself carefully, posing shamelessly before the full length mirror in every imaginable attitude. She observed the long, trim legs that ended at her perfectly rounded buttocks. She checked the way her narrow waist created a lovely, curved depression between her hips and chest. And she paid long and particular attention to the small but firm breasts that jutted saucily out from her chest. Last, but far from least, she examined the dark flock of curly hairs that sprouted out from the vee of her thighs. She even pushed her fingers gingerly through the curls and manipulated the lips of her vulva this way and that.
Finally she took a long hot shower, carefully dried her long black hair, and got dressed again. She applied lipstick – a little too much for her age – and sprayed a deodorant under her arms. After dressing, something was still missing, she decided. Then it came to her. She glanced furtively around the empty dorm, then dashed to Dana's locker and extracted a bottle of perfume she knew was hidden there. She put some on her neck and forearms, rubbed a good amount inside her blouse and for good measure she darted a hand inside her skirt and applied a liberal amount right on the vertical slit in the pouting mound at the junction of her slender thighs. A few quick strokes of the brush to make her black hair sparkle, and she was out the door.
Two minutes later she was standing primly in front of Vera's cabin with her hand on the big iron knocker. It was not her troop leader, however, who she expected to open the door.