Camp Errands

Maggie told Lynn she needed some muscle to help her pick up supplies. She gave me the nod.

I sprinted up to the shower house to rinse off the grass. I made sure my wallet was in my pocket. I was buying a proper rain jacket.

Maggie drove. I bounced in bench seat like a child. My eyes glancing between the Maine scenery and her gleaming red hair.

She told me about life in eastern Tennessee. The mountains. Her family. The creek behind her house. This was her last summer before the real world. Next year she’d graduate college and have to find a real job.

“I just joined the real world two days ago,” I said. “It’s not so bad. You meet some nice people.”

She looked back at me in the mirror and smiled. “Was home that bad that you had to runaway?”

Home was endless rotations: corn and soybeans, Sunday service and Bible study, school and homework, smart mouth and punishment. If I had been allowed a girlfriend, maybe I could’ve stayed in misery, but my parents were the world champion cock blocks. If I was in their house, I could never be alone with the opposite sex.

I didn’t tell her all that. I just said, “Home didn’t have girls as pretty as you.”

Maggie had a shopping list for each store. It didn’t feel like work, helping her. I did anything to make her laugh. Maybe I was trying too hard to be flirty. She didn’t seem to mind.

Almost six feet of positive joy. Bouncing red ponytail. Sparkling blue eyes. Freckled cheeks that would blush when I complimented her. An infectious smile. She wore a faded UT shirt and a skirt that showed off her mile-long toned legs. She was a runner. I suggested in the mornings that I’d join her for her runs. I would be on the bike though.

Driving to our last errand, I decided to take a risk.

“How much time do we have?”

Maggie shrugged, “We’ll have to wait a little bit at the airport. The counselors will have to get their baggage after landing.”

“Do you want to pull over? We can make out in the back seat. I’ve never done it before.”

Maggie slowed down and looked up in the mirror at me. “You’ve never made out before?”

“I’ve made out. Just never on a bus. Kids at school would talk about doing it, but my parents never allowed me to ride the bus. It’s just something I’ve always wanted to try.”

Maggie found a place to pull off. She unbuckled and walked down the aisle to the back of the bus. I couldn’t believe it. Breeze from the window whipped her skirt showing off even more of her incredible legs.

I joined her in the back. She placed her hands on either side of my face and brought me in for our first kiss.

Her lips were soft against mine. Much more gentle than the drunken makeout I had the night before. I followed her lead, trying not to let my aggressive horniness out.

Finally her mouth opened, and her tongue probed into mine. I brought a hand down to her bare thigh. She didn’t take it away. I slowly slipped it up her skirt.

She was a good kisser. My cock was hard in my pants. I wanted to see if she was wet. My fingers sought her entrance.

“Whoa there!” Maggie called, grabbing the wrist of my hand between her legs. “Easy fella.”

“Oh I’m sorry,” I said. I was used to girls stopping me. I always tried to see how far I could take it. With church girls, it was absolutely nowhere.

Disappointment must have flooded my face. She said, “Oh no. I didn’t mean it like that. You can do it. You just have to be gentler.”

“Can you show me how to do it the right way?”

Her eyebrows raised. No man had ever asked for advice for how to pleasure her. I was different. She smiled, “Sure.”

She reached beneath her skirt and pulled a thong down off her long leg. She leaned up against the window and brought her feet up to the seat. She bent her knees and spread her legs. The skirt slid down to reveal her womanhood.

It was my first time seeing one that wasn’t a drawing in a textbook. She had a triangle of trimmed red hair above it. With one hand she spread her lips, fully revealing herself.

She gave me a tour.

“Every girl’s will look different.”

“They’re all not going to be that pink?”

She smiled, “No. Watch what I do. Because you’re going to do it next.

“I like to take two fingertips and gently insert them to get them wet.”

Her sigh filled the bus as her two fingers penetrate inside her.

“Once wet, I drag them up to this beautiful bud right here near the top. You need to be very gentle with it because it’s very sensitive.”

She moaned as her two fingers slowly swirl on her clit.

I took notes, watching her slowly pleasure herself in the back of a bus.

She lifted her glistening fingers from her pussy. “Your turn.”

Without thinking I wrapped my lips around those fingers and sucked. Tasting pussy for the first time. It wasn’t sweet or flowery. But I wanted more.

Maggie giggled in surprise. Then my own mouth covered her in kisses. My right hand reached between her legs. I’m really good at obeying instructions.

Gently penetrate.

So wet and warm inside. Textured for my pleasure.

Sliding up her pussy to her crown jewel.

Gentle, consistent motion.

Her moans and signs were my guide. Telling me how good I was doing. How close she was.

“Oh fuck. Yes, keep going.”

No way I was stopping.

Her orgasm was loud enough to scare the birds.

Her post orgasm smile, half open eyes made her the sexiest woman. She bit her lip and looked down at the bulge in my pants. I knew what was next. Now it was my turn to come.

The watch on her wrist beeped. She looked at it. “Shit! We gotta go! They’ll be waiting for us.”

She ran back up to the front. The bus was back on the road before I knew what was happening.

I picked her crumbled thong up from the seat and put it in my pocket. A little trophy for giving my first orgasm.