Carrie likes to show off

As I stood there silent, Carrie once again walked behind the tree towards me.

“Come on Erica, let’s not keep them waiting,” she said, tugging me away from the tree. She slipped behind my back, and returned her hands to my chest. She then whispered to me, “You’re even more excited than before Erica. If you’re good, I might have to give you a reward when we get to the cabin.”

Without giving me a chance to voice my opinion, Carrie dragged me out, making me face the counselors. I kept my eyes shut, not wanting to see them staring at me. Carrie may have been covering my tits, but my pussy was still slightly visible through my damp panties. Worse still, I felt my clit poking out, revealing my arousal to anyone perceptive enough to notice.

“Oh, um,” Beth said, sounding flustered. “Are we... interrupting something?”

My face was burning with humiliation.

“Not at all. Erica’s usually like this anyway, so she’s used to having an audience,” said Carrie. Then, speaking to me, “Open your eyes and say hi to the counselors, Erica.”

I really didn’t want to. I was humiliated enough being shown off like this, and Carrie’s comment about me being used to having an audience made things so much worse. But I knew that obeying Carrie and staying in her good graces was the only chance I had at minimizing my embarrassment in the coming week. I opened my eyes, seeing the two counselors for the first time.

Beth was a tall, athletic looking red haired girl, with a chest rivaling Carrie’s. Her hair was tied back in a long ponytail, and her slim face was sprinkled with a modest amount of freckles. Brent was even taller, at least 6’2, with blonde hair cut very short, almost buzzed. It was clear he worked out, as his shirt was tightly fitted against his body, showing off his well muscled figure. They looked not much older than us, college seniors at most. The two wore matching outfits, the uniform of the camp counselors: turquoise polo shirts, and light brown shorts, though Brent had a turquoise visor on as well. Both of them had name tags.

“Um, hi,” I said, though I wasn’t sure they could really hear me, as I barely heard it myself. The fact that this was my introduction to the people who were going to be supervising my week had me worried. I had hoped camp would be a welcome departure from my friends constant strip games, but here I was.

There was one reprieve. Despite how crass he had come off before, Brent was being at least somewhat gentlemanly, averting his gaze from me. This was, however, in direct contradiction to Beth, who seemed to be nervously scanning every inch of my body.

“Sorry about the state she’s in. We weren’t expecting to see anyone till after we dropped by the cabins,” Carrie said. “Otherwise I’d have let her put on a shirt.”

“I uh... let her?” Beth said, seeming very uncomfortable with everything going on.

If I was nervous before, it was nothing compared to now. Was she really about to tell these two that I was naked just because Carrie told me to be?