Erica reaches camp safely

We finally arrived at the campsite. I was getting pretty nervous, sitting in the bus in just my shirt, surrounded by my “friends”, who had yet again taken the opportunity to strip me naked and humiliate me on the way over. After getting my shirt back, they passed the time by teasing me and threatening to take my shirt away again if I didn't flash my pussy, but compared to what they did before, things were relatively tame.

I stepped off of the Greyhound, feeling the mountain breeze snaking in between my thighs and tickling my pussy, and closed my eyes to in the sounds and smells, when I heard a voice yell out: “Erica, catch!”

When I opened my eyes, I saw my duffle bag flying at my face. Somehow, I managed to catch my duffle bag before it introduced itself to my face.

“Nice catch!” said Alicia. I lowered the bag to see her grinning widely at me. Everyone else was already moving up the trail to the main office, which was down near a lake in between a couple of mountains. There were a few cabins and even a few sports courts nearby, too.

I hurried along to catch up to the tail of the party. At the front was a camp counselor who led the other students along with him. As I got closer, I could hear that he had been talking to the group, but I couldn’t quite hear what he was saying. Probably something to do with the camp.

Trailing behind me were my friends, who opted to stick closer to me than the rest of the group, I had the feeling that I should probably hurry up and catch up to the counselor, but it seemed I was too late. A finger had started snaking its way into my shirt from below. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Lisa, sporting a wicked grin.