Chris and the girls

Man, those guys are fucking idiots! Chris thought as they walked over to the girl's side of the camp. Here he was, avoiding the heavy lifting, and he had all the time in the world to get to know the girls. This "sentence" he was serving was looking to be a less and less of a burden each hour.

He laughed with them as they chatted, walking over to the girls' cabins, as he recalculated his earlier assessment. From what he could gather, the red head was an easy target. Hell, he didn't think she was even wearing a bra at the moment, from the way her chest was bouncing under her t-shirt. Still not interested in the little brown girl with no tits. He knew, despite their "encounter" earlier, he'd have to work on building some trust with Toni. Nothing like a project to work on during the summer, he said to himself, smiling. It wasn't out of the question, but he thought he could get that one naked by the end of the week. Maybe just before the kids got here. That caused him to shudder involuntarily. That was not going to be fun. As for the Emo girl, Stacy...She was a puzzle. Seemed outgoing enough, talking with the other girls, joking and laughing. But when he looked at her, she didn't divert her eyes. She would lock with his and hold it, causing him to turn away after a moment. And it wasn't a lustful or defiant look either. It was as if she was trying to figure out him as much as he was to her. She would be a real challenge, he thought. But he had been wrong before.

It didn't take long for him to decide. The redhead was a sure bet.

She was walking with the little tit-less one that seemed to be hanging around her quite a bit. Moving over to the redhead's left, he stuck out a free hand. "Hi, I'm Chris."

She looked over, and as a good sign, smiled. "Hi! I'm Jill!" she said, and shook his hand warmly.

Figuring the other girl was her "wing," he reached over to her. The small girl actually shrank back. "H-hi." she said in an almost whisper. "That's Ahiri. She takes a while to warm up to people."

"Quite all right. Glad to meet both of you." He had a better awareness of what was going on, and what was going to happen. So he had his story ready. "Have either of you done this before?"

Jill perked up. "Oh no! This is the first time for both of us. It's a project we wanted to do together before we go to separate colleges."

He discovered they went to the same school out of Des Moines, and had found out about this place from a school counselor. Apparently the Camp was part of a program that required an extended stay and was for volunteers only. Except for me, of course, he thought. A lot like an internship, but the benefits varied. Some people did it for pay, others did it for school credit or for college resumes. Jill and Ahiri had gone to school together and had been friends since grade school. Christ, I never would have guessed the small one was 18, he thought. For reasons he couldn't discern, working at this camp held a lot of weight in some circles. So his father hadn't just picked this at random... He came back to the conversation when he realized Jill was asking him a question. "Hmm?"

"I was asking why you were here?"

"I wanted to really get down and see what it's like to help kids for a summer. I want to become a philanthropist that really knows what kids are like and how to best help."

"Oh wow! Well, how do you plan on doing that? Doesn't that take money?" Jill said, green eyes wide.

He chuckled to himself. Here comes the hook, he thought. "Well. Look, can you and...Ahiri? Can you both keep a secret?"

They both nodded eagerly.

Chris looked at the other girls, and got his voice low. "My family is very wealthy. I don't want to be like the Kardashians or Hiltons and just go to parties around the world. I want to really do some good. But please don't tell the others." He gave them a solemn look. "They may accuse me of slumming. It's happened before."

He was very pleased when he could see the light go on with both of them. They nodded in agreement. It was a risk have a "secret" with a 3rd wheel there. But with what he was seeing of the Ahiri girl, he didn't think it was much of a risk.

"Wow! Cool! Ok, we won't tell anyone!" Jill said, giving an exaggerated wink.

Amused, he winked back.

They chatted some more, the little one quietly listening, by the time they got to the girls' cabins.

Toni, was just a "take charge" type he noted. She clapped her hands and everyone redistributed cleaning supplies until it was all even. "Chris. You take Cindi's cabin, since she's not here. Third one down."

He gave her a serious salute which caused Jill and Ahiri to giggle, then marched in the front door. The first thing he noticed was it was much cleaner than the cabin he had seen on the boys' side. No tracked in mud, a few leaves. He assumed camp was much like the difference between girls and boys bathrooms. The other thing he noticed was that the way the screened windows were set up, they afforded quite a bit of privacy. The fine fabric netting, along with the shade from the heavy eaves, made it difficult to look into the cabins next to them. He could barely see Stacy in the cabin next to him, doing her work. Making a mental note, he got to work himself.

He had never cared for manual labor much himself. If he had his way, one of his maids would be doing this. But, after knocking down some of the larger cobwebs in the corners, he swept out the floor fairly quickly. After 25 minutes, he was done. Looking back on his work, it wasn't perfect, but it looked good. The wheels in his head turned. After a moment, he had a plan.

He puttered around the cabin on the outside, knocking down more cobwebs and the abandoned wasp nest or two. He went back in side, and made the motions like he was inspecting the screens. He saw a few holes, but didn't think much of them. Finally when it had been a little over 30 minutes since they arrived, he calmly walked out the door and headed towards the cabin Jill had entered. As he passed the 2nd abode, the door was open. When he locked eyes with Ahiri, she turned red and ducked out of his sight. He gave a chuckle and went to Jill's place, tapping on the door, gently. "Jill?"

Opening the door before he got a response, he was shocked at what he found. In the middle of the floor, Jill was standing on a precariously stacked pile of foot lockers. He was amazed, and from what he could tell, she had made the place worse during her time there. Balled up cobwebs and dirt were everywhere, and the rafters were approaching spotless. Jill, hearing the door open, looked back. "Hi!" she said cheerfully, as the pile wobbled.

"Whoa whoa whoa!" he cried out, grabbing her by the hips. "Unless you plan on having the kids sleep like bats, I think you got it!"

She looked up. "Really, you think so?"

"Pretty sure. I think you need to work on this floor, main thing. Now get down from there!"

She leapt down, still in his arms. He was treated to a face full of bouncing boobs as she landed. Definitely, no bra.

"Look, I'll help you get this finished up, ok?" he said, forcing himself to make eye contact.

She grinned at him eagerly, "Sure!"

She grabbed her broom and began, as he cleared a small area and re-stacked the footlockers. It was relatively easy as they were still empty. When he turned around, she had made a little progress, but it was time for him to test the waters. "Wow. It's going to take you a while, isn't it?"

"What?"

"Sweeping. Look, you're just pushing the dirt around more than you're moving it into a pile. You have to have rhythm to it, and a better stance," he said, looking at the floor.

"Stance? What are you talking about, it's just sweeping."

"It's just..." he stopped, looking around for a moment. "It's something my...maid...taught me." Jill giggled at that. Chris tried to look embarrassed.

"Really?"

"Yeah, yeah, I can teach you if you want. It's pretty easy."

Jill looked at the floor. She didn't think she was doing a terrible job, but it did look as if she missed a few spots. What the hell. "Sure, just tell me what I need to do."

"Well, it will be easier if I show you, is that OK?" he said, circling around behind her.

"Umm...Sure."

"Ok, let me ask you: Do you know anything about golf?"

She giggled again. "Not a clue."

He got closer her behind her. "Not a problem. You need to take a 'golf stance.' so plant your feet about to the width of your shoulders." As she did, he tapped them with his feet, to get them right. "Perfect. Now you have to get a better grip, with your hands apart. May I?" he asked, his arms reaching around her from behind. She nodded, not even looking back. Chris came in closer and put his hands on top of her own, gripping the broom handle. She became aware of how close he was, his head right over her shoulder, as he adjusted her grip.

"Perfect," he said, his voice lower and softer than before. Jill glanced over her shoulder and grinned. This had been boring by herself, but it was becoming a lot more fun. "Ok, the last part is movements." His hands went down and grabbed her hips. "When you sweep, keep the handle close to your body, your feet planted, and move your hips with the broom. Go ahead."

As she moved the broom, he urged her hips with his hands, causing her to sway them with the sweeping motion. After a few sweeps, she asked, "Like this?"

"You're doing fine. Keep at it." he said. Jill was concentrating on doing it correct, following the directions of his hands. Gradually, she was aware how close he was to her. They weren't grinding, but it wouldn't take a long trip to get there. She smiled again and moved her hands lower on the handle. Chris was quick to correct her. His hands came up to engulf hers again. "Nope, up here, just right below chest level. and keep it in tight." He continued to hold her as she went through the motions.

God she smells good, thought Chris. He was already hard as a rock, his dick trapped at an odd angle in his jeans. His left forearm was rubbing on her soft breast as it was. And he thought he could feel the nipple through the cloth, getting harder with each movement. His bulge was already grazing her ass on every sweep. And she wasn't pulling away...

He came in closer, pushing his package into her wonderful butt, and there would be no mistaking what it was. At the same time, he pulled her tighter into his arms, now pressing firmly against her tit. She was excited. She still didn't pull away, or say anything, but their labors were slowing, as was her breathing. Back and forth, back and forth.

Jill was having a great time. She could feel his member pushing into her a bit more forcefully each time. His hot breath on her ear sent pulses of warmth through her body. She smiled again, as she added a small roll to her ass on each sway. She gave a tiny laugh as his breathing stopped for a moment. It felt as if he got harder, even though it was hard to tell. Between his jeans and her shorts, there was a lot of pressure, but little sensation.

Their arm movements slowed, the patch of the floor being swept clean a long time ago. They both were aware this had turned from a lesson in sweeping to just grinding by this point. Chris pulled his right hand slowly back, trailing it down her arm and back to her hip. Now when they moved, he pulled her tighter into him, getting as much friction from her ass cheeks on his cock as he possibly could. He wanted to take her right there. He would have her grab a nearby window sill and yank her shorts to the floor, then upon freeing his painfully hard dick, thrust into her as hard as he could. He wasn't sure if he could get that far, but he wanted to take this as far as it could go. He lifted his left hand from hers, going to fondle those beautiful, free tits she had been showing off all morning.

Jill felt his hand leave hers. Her eyes had been closed for a few minutes, enjoying the sensation of the strange boy dry humping her. She began to turn her head, as a kiss would only help the situation. As she opened her eyes, what she saw made her gasp.