Maggie, ready to comfort

Maggie’s redhead popped inside the screen. “I’m not here to laugh at you.”

I waved her in. She stepped inside and sat on the opposite bunk. She wore running shorts. Her face was still flush from her morning loop around the lake.

For a minute neither of us spoke.

Then she stretched her long leg across the gap and touched me. “You okay?”

“No.”

She nodded. I could tell she had a response, but was waiting to hear what else I had to say.

“I can’t ever go back in there.”

“You absolutely can.”

“No.”

“You absolutely can.”

I stared at the ceiling.

“They all saw. I know I say that I left my sheltered life behind, but it’s only been three days. The opposite sex had never even seen me with my shirt off. I’m not an exhibitionist. They laughed at my naked body. How would that make you feel?”

She took a moment, “Yeah that would be bad. But they weren’t laughing at your naked body. They were laughing at the prank and your reaction to it.”

She left her bunk and sat next to me.

“Can I tell you something?”

I nodded.

“Everybody likes you.”

I frowned.

“That’s not true.”

“It is.”

“You all laughed at me.”

“Because you’re impossible not to laugh with. Your innocence is refreshing and funny.”

I thought about that.

She continued, “You didn’t get laughed out of the room.”

“What happened then?”

“You became part of camp.”

I looked at her.

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

She smiled.

“It will.”

I sighed.

“I am never recovering from this.”

“You’d be surprised. You’re going to get a lot more attention from any counselor who sees that sketch.”

She reached across and laid her hand in my lap. She squeezed my dick through my shorts.

The gesture caught me off guard. I stared at her in disbelief. “What are you doing?”

“Comforting you,” she squeezed again and leaned in. Her lips met mine.

We made out on the bunk. Her hand continued to pump my dick until I was full and rigid. I gently rubbed between her legs. My lips tasted the salt from her sweat as I kissed her neck.

She sighed in my ear that I was a fast learner. She moaned, “I want you to fuck me.”

Caught off guard, I fumbled with my words, “I’ve never done that before.”

“I know,” she sighed, my fingers plunging into her wet pussy. “I want to be your first. You already know I’m a good teacher.”

The moment had finally arrived. Exactly why I had left home. But it still took all my courage to say, “Okay.”

She smiled and pushed me back against the bed until I was laying down. She pulled off my shorts and underwear. Her blue eyes widened staring down at my exposed throbbing cock.

“Unbelievably that drawing did know do you justice.”

I didn’t have the courage to ask what that meant. I hoped it was good. I watched her pulled off her shirt to expose her bra sports bra, then pushed down her shorts to reveal her pretty little pussy again. Her smelled filled the cabin: hot, stinky pussy dripping for me.

She climbed onto the bed and straddled me.

Remembering Amanda’s advice about making good decisions, I asked, “What about protection?”

Maggie flew by the question, “I’m on the pill. I’m clean and you’re definitely clean. No worries.”

And before I could reply, she guided my dick to her entrance and sat back on it.

Her tight warm pussy encompassed my cock head. She slowly went back up and then slide down further.

I moaned, “Oh sweet Jesus. That is incredible.”

Maggie pressed on my shoulders to give herself more leverage. She rocked and worked herself up and down my hard cock.

I was zoned out on the feeling. I closed my eyes. She was moaning and talking but I wasn’t listening. I was focused on one thing. The feeling of her pussy.

In D.A.R.E., the police officer would try to stare us and say that you could become addicted the first time you tried drugs, so never try them. I don’t know about drugs, but it was true about sex. After my dick was fully buried in that fit redhead, I was addicted. The feeling of that warm, wet, textured squeeze. It released every endorphin in my body. I didn’t stand a chance.

Maybe if that pussy was only average, I wouldn’t have taken the path I did. But this pussy was like hitting the jackpot on your never first slot spin. I would always be seeking that initial high. That little pink pussy that milked the fuck out of my cock.

I exploded into her without warning. I stopped breathing, grunts leaked from my mouth. My cock pumped cum up into her perfect pussy. My cock was so sensitive. She slipped up and down it so easily with my cum as lube.

I finally opened my eyes. Maggie panted above me. Her own eyes shut tight, her mouth agape. Sweat dripped from her brow down her flushed cheeks. Her hard nipples pressed into the damp fabric of her sports bra. I reached up and squeezed her perfect handful boob.

That sent her body spasming. She moaned wildly and collapsed onto me. I thought she was having a seizure.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” I said, afraid that I had killed the girl. I pulled my dick out of her heavenly pussy. She finally stopped shaking. She squeezed me in a hug, her hot fast breath heating my neck like an exhaust.

Her eyes finally opened, “Holy fuck. What a way to start the morning. Nothing’s going to top that. Might as well stay in bed all day and do it again and again.”

I was down. My virginity was lost. The floodgates were open. I wanted to fuck as many times as possible. In as many positions as possible. This was the beginning of my new life.

Out in the camp, Lynn voice echoed my name across the lake. She had a task for me. And if I wanted to stay at camp and have more sex I needed to do it.