One summer, when I was 15, my sister and I spent a week at an art school out in the country. I took
some classes in sketching and pottery during the day, but what is more interesting is what happened
at night. The school was located on a farm in some countryside formed of gently rolling hills. Some
of the students would commute daily from the city and others found accommodation nearby. One of the
choices was a ski lodge that also functioned as a resort/campground in the summer. My sister, who
is a couple of years older than me, stayed at the lodge but I had chosen to stay in a tent and eat
in the lodge. There was a van from the school that would take us back and forth to the lodge. On
the Sunday before school started my parents drove my sister and me to the lodge where they made the
proper arrangements. I found a nice spot about in a field across from the lodge and pitched my
tent. After checking everything was satisfactory my parents left for home. That first evening went
smoothly. We ate supper and I went to my tent to read by the light of my gas lamp and later to
sleep. Monday went as expected. We ate breakfast at the lodge, took the van to the farm, checked
in, and had our first classes. At the end of the day I prepared to head back to the lodge and met
my sister at the van. She had apparently attracted the interest of a friend of one of the
instructors and would be staying for the evening at the farm. I rarely saw her in the evenings
after that and it turned out that she had a pretty interesting week at camp too. ~*~ I took the van
back to the lodge expecting an eventless evening. I walked around the campground exploring until
suppertime when I went to the lodge. There wasn't much to do after so I went to my tent to read.
After an hour or so there was a sudden thump on my tent. It surprised me and I stuck my head
outside to look for the source. It had grown dark enough that I couldn't make out much except the
lodge in the distance. I went back to reading but another thump soon came, followed by a third.
This time I left the tent and started walking around. Suddenly two figures jumped up from the tall
grass and took off for a bunch of trees. I chased after them but didn't go far as I didn't have my
shoes on. I decided to go looking for the culprits, as this was more interesting than my book. I
put my shoes on and turned out my lamp. Then I started walking quietly in the direction of the
woods. After wandering around for about 15 minutes I came across a picnic table with four kids
sitting on it. One of them called out to me and I walked over. As I got close I could see there
were two boys and two girls. I sat down and started talking to them. I found out that they were
children of people who worked at the lodge and stayed on the grounds during the summer. I can't
remember their names so I'll call them Billy, Bobby, Joanne, and Terry. I don't remember much about
Billy and Bobby except that they looked like typical 12 or 13 year-old boys. Joanne was a fairly
ordinary looking 14 year-old with shoulder-length brown hair who looked like the country life
suited her. Terry was a cute 13 year-old with long black hair. It turned out that it had been the
two boys throwing rocks at my tent. Apparently my orange cotton tent stood out like a beacon when I
had the bright lantern on inside. They knew that there was another teenager in the tent and had
decided to pull a prank. The boys had been the ones to move close to the tent while the girls had
stayed near the woods. When I chased them they all took off to meet back at the picnic table, their
usual hangout. After we talked for a while Billy (or was it Bobby) said they were planning to play
the "kissing game" and said I could join in. I didn't know what it was so Terry told me that they
would take turns kissing for a while then switch partners. There were normally only the four of
them so I'd have to sit out the first round. Terry looked pretty cute so I figured it was worth
waiting to see what would happen. The couples sat side by side on one side of the picnic table
while I sat on the other. I didn't stare but I still saw enough to understand what was expected.
Each couple would turn enough that they could lightly peck lips and then after a while sit there
with their lips pressed together. This didn't seem too exciting but at 15 I would have walked a
mile for a glimpse of a cute girl. (I still will, exercise is good for the heart.) At some signal I
didn't recognize it was time to switch. I sat down beside Terry and while her partner moved to
Joanne. Terry was rather petite and just beginning to develop her secondary sexual characteristics.
I moved in tight beside her and made a few light brushes of her lips. It was nice but didn't seem
to have any feeling to it. We moved to longer pressing of the lips but she kept hers pursed tightly
and it was about as interesting as kissing my aunt. I put an arm around Terry and tried putting a
little more feeling into it but Terry put her hand on my chest and gently pushed me away. I was
starting to lose interest in the game. Soon enough this turn was up. I moved over next to Joanne
and she shifted slightly to move right against me. Joanne was bigger than Terry and had certainly
hit puberty earlier. She may not have had Terry's looks but she already had an interesting set of
curves. We started with the gentle kisses and I found that hers were much softer and more
interesting than Terry's. Soon we move to prolonged contact and I put an arm around her. Joanne
moved in closer so that I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest. We started more serious
kissing at that point and I had just started trying to put my tongue between her lips when time ran
out. Joanne seemed as disappointed as I was when we had to break. I sat still for a moment as I
didn't want to stand up and make my newly developed erection obvious. I kind of slid around the
bench to the other side of the table while the boys moved to their new partners. I pretended to
look at the sky while keeping as many senses as I could focused on the couples behind me. It seemed
to go much the same way as the first round with only some simple kissing. Eventually that round
ended and I moved over to join Terry. Again she would kiss me but only in the way children would. I
tried to make it more interesting but she wouldn't join in. She was interested in boys but not yet
in any form of real contact. Finally I moved back to Joanne. This time my arm went around her right
away and we pulled close. The kisses were real smooches and I tried to move my tongue between her
lips. She opened her mouth and let it, starting a little dance with her tongue. She'd done this
before. My next step was to slide my free hand up and down her side with the intention of moving it
on to her breast. As soon as I got it up to the point where I could feel the softness of the side
of her breast her arm clamped down trapping it there. I couldn't tell if she was trying to stop me
from going further or preventing me from sliding away again. I held my hand there and started
moving my thumb back and forth over the part it could reach. I couldn't find her nipple but I still
thought I was doing pretty well. Before I could do much more it was time to break the clinch. Terry
declared that it was time to go back to the lodge and look for their parents. Regretfully, I headed
back to my tent. I stripped down, lay on my sleeping bag, and beat off like crazy. ~*~ Tuesday went
much as had Monday - a little sketching, a little pottery. When I got back to the lodge in the
afternoon I saw Bobby and asked him what they were up to that night. He said they never planned
anything, they just met at the picnic table. I went to my tent, grabbed a change of clothes and
headed off to lodge for a shower. Coming out I ran into my sister who said she was off with some
"friends" that evening. We met for supper and she took off later leaving me on my own once again.
Once the sky started to darken I set off for the picnic table hoping for some more of the previous
night's activities. I found the two boys and Joanne at the table but no Terry. Joanne looked happy
and a little relieved to see me show up. I asked about Terry. Her mother was off to town to do some
shopping and Terry had gone along. It was pretty obvious to me that we weren't going to play the
kissing game with three guys and one girl. I was disappointed but decided to hang around anyway. I
sat next to Joanne on the table and she kind of leaned back so there was a little contact between
us. I leaned into her just a bit so she would know I liked it too. We sat there talking about the
kind of things that young teens talk about. Bull shitting each other about what we'd seen and done.
Who was the best ball player, how mosquitoes would explode if you trapped them by pulling your skin
tight after they had stung, if you could really ride your bike down a hill fast enough to burst the
tires. At one point a couple walking through the woods came up to us and started making
conversation. I'd guess they were in their early twenties but it was so long ago I don't know for
sure. We swapped some dumb-ass jokes for a while when Billy made his mouth into an 'O' with pursed
lips and pointed at it grunting for attention. Then he asked the woman if she knew what it was. I
knew the joke and tried to stop him. "Ya know what this is?" he asked. "No, what is it?" she
answered. "Cock-sucker's cramp! Do you get it?" "Yeah, I get it," she said going along with him.
"How often?" he asked. She laughed but I felt kind of embarrassed. I didn't know at that age that
cock- sucking was a pretty common occurrence and adults could joke about it too. Not long after
this the others headed off to the lodge and I went back to my tent. We hadn't done any kissing that
night but being 15 I still had to relieve my frustration into a tissue. ~*~ On Wednesday, as usual,
I went to the farm. I found out that there would be a campfire that night with music and
marshmallows. After class I took the van back to the lodge for supper and to get my jacket in case
it got cooler. I saw Joanne and she asked if I'd be at the picnic table that night. I told her I
would be at the farm and probably not back until late. She asked when I was going back to the city.
I told her that my parents were coming up late Friday after class to take us home. She seemed
disappointed but didn't say anything. I had a good time at the campfire and even smoked a little
weed. Hey, these were artsies and it was not long after Woodstock. ~*~ Thursday was a little
different at the farm because we had a nude model for sketching. She lay out on a blanket in one of
the fields and we sketched. I did a pretty good job I think, trying to concentrate on the task
rather then just ogling her. I don't know what happened to that sketch, it disappeared like so many
other memories over the years.

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 As usual I ate supper in the lodge and just walked around killing
time until I could go to the picnic table. Once dusk came I headed there to look for the others.
This time I was the first. I sat there peeling twigs and flicking stones at trees until I heard
someone coming. I looked up to see Joanne. She was a little out of breath like she'd being rushing
to get there. "Hi," I said as she came towards me. She was wearing her usual cutoff jeans and a
checkered blouse. "Hi," she said back. "The others will be here soon." "Oh, okay," I said in
brilliant repartee. "This is your last night isn't it?" "Yeah, my folks are picking me up
tomorrow." "Yeah, you told me yesterday." "Oh, yeah, I did." What? You were expecting scintillating
dialogue from a couple of kids? About then the others showed up in a group, this time with Terry.
Great, maybe we'd play the kissing game again. We started talking about the usual stuff and I tried
to press them details about what we were going to do. Nobody was very committal, then Joanne said,
"What about the kissing game?" Terri said, "I don't know, maybe later." I didn't want to push it so
I left it alone. We kept up the meaningless conversation for a while as we sat and slapped
mosquitoes. Not too much later Terry spoke up, "Hey, it's getting really buggy tonight, let's go
in." The boys agreed and neither Joanne or I said anything, we just followed them back to the
lodge. We went in to the game room and sat down. We played cards for a while, every now and then a
guest would walk through the room or stick a head in looking for a friend. It became pretty obvious
to me that my last night was going to be a bust. I got bored with the card game and announced that
I was going back to my tent. I trudged back and climbed inside. I took off my clothes and put on
the sweat shorts I had been wearing to sleep in. I lit the lamp and pulled out my book. I hadn't
done nearly as much reading as I'd expected that week. After about half an hour my tent thudded. I
knew that sound, it was a rock bouncing off it. I put out the lamp, grabbed my jacket, and crawled
out of the tent. I could see a silhouette about twenty feet away. "Who is it?" I called. "Joanne,"
came back the hushed reply. "Hi, why are you here?" "I wanted to say good-bye." I walked over to
her and said, "Yeah, I guess I should've said something." "Well, the others don't care too much."
At this point I realized that the mosquitoes were still plentiful and we were supper. "Let's go
somewhere," I said. She said, "How about your tent?" "Yeah, let's go." I crawled inside and moved
to the back to let her in. She came in and sat cross- legged facing me. "So it's your last night."
"Yeah, I guess we won't see each other again." "We didn't get to play the kissing game tonight."
"Yeah, I wish did." "Me too, maybe we could do it now." "Sure," I said and leaned forward to kiss
her. She leaned forward too. I put my arms out and tried to pull her to me but it was too clumsy
sitting as we were. "Umm, maybe we should lie down," I said. "Okay," she said and we both unwound
ourselves in the cramped tent and lay on our sides. We started kissing and I realize that we had
too many arms lying around. I slid my bottom arm out and under her head. She folded hers up and put
her hand under my cheek. We started kissing again. I pulled her tight to me and tried to slip my
tongue in her mouth. She let me and the lingual wrestling began. As we got more excited by this
action I half rolled on top of her with one leg between hers. I started to slide my free hand up
her side as I had the other night. Once again her arm clamped down, but this time I was in a
superior position. I slid my hand out from under her arm and right onto her breast. She just moaned
into my mouth and kissed even harder. This was a good sign I thought. I squeezed her breast feeling
the hard nipple in my palm. She ran her hand over my bare chest exposed by the open jacket.
Thinking turnabout is fair play I slid my hand down to her waist and tried to pull her blouse out
of her shorts but it wouldn't come. She pushed me away and I figured it was back to square one.
Instead, she sat up and pulled her blouse out of her shorts. Then she reached down to me and
started to push off my jacket. I get the idea and pulled it off. Joanne lay down on her back and I
lay on my side propped up on one elbow. I slid my hand down her stomach and up under her shirt
until it was on top of her bra. I leaned down and started kissing her again. I moved my hand up
onto the exposed top of her breast and sort of turned it so my fingers could reach her nipple. I
played with it as she tried to suck my tongue right out of my mouth. By this time her blouse was
getting pretty bunched up and I was loosing blood to my hand. I pulled it out and started undoing
buttons. She lay there and watched as I fumbled with them. When I was finished I brushed the sides
away from her chest, then pushed her bra up off her breasts. I'd gotten a little further with a
girl before, after a high school dance where we'd both sneaked some booze and got a little drunk.
I'd got my hand into her pants and actually got a sticky finger, but that was on a cool fall night
on a park bench. This was a whole lot more comfortable. I leaned down again but this time started
sucking on her nipple. She reached up and put her fingers in my hair and closed her eyes. This was
obviously doing as much for her as for me. Since things were going really well and Joanne wasn't
resisting at all I decided to go for it. I ran my hand down over the front of her shorts and down
to her thigh. I started stroking. Not knowing how far she would let me go I gradually worked my
hand up her beautiful smooth inner thigh until the side of my finger was resting against her
crotch. I was surprised that there were still no signs of resistance. At that age I didn't know
girls got just as horny as guys. Looking back I realized that this was the perfect opportunity for
her too. Some guy she'd never see again and who couldn't go telling everyone she knew. I started
sliding my hand in and out between her legs, rubbing along the valley of mystery. I pulled my hand
back slightly and tried to sneak a finger up the leg of her cutoffs. The best I could do was a
fingertip between her panties and the seam. It couldn't get it further but I could feel that her
panties were soaked. This was enough encouragement. Still licking her nipples, moving from one to
the other, I moved my hand to the button at the top of her shorts. I fumbled but managed to open
it. I pulled the fly down, the shorts pulling open from the tension on them. I slid my hand into
the top of her panties, down over the hair, and managed to get a finger into the hot, slimy crack.
I could rub a little, playing with the tiny knob at the top. Her hips started moving up and down. I
rolled onto her as much as I could and started rubbing my crotch against her hip. My boner was
sticking straight out inside the sweat shorts. I rolled back and pulled her hand onto it. She
pulled it away with a jerk. I grabbed it and pulled it back. This time she held on and started
squeezing. At this point I was about to lose it in my pants. That would be my best adventure to
date but I wanted more. I pulled away and started to pull down her shorts. At this point she
grabbed them and said, "No, I can't." I kept pulling and said, "I just want to touch you." She held
on so I slid a hand back into her shorts and started playing with her button. I lay my head on her
tummy and kept playing. Every now and then I push one side or the other of her shorts down just a
bit until there was a gap big enough to get my whole hand in her crotch. I reached in and put a
finger up her, playing in the copious juices. Moving it in and out, using my thumb to rub her clit,
I kept working away until her hips started bucking and her hands reached out to grab my arm. She
held it there while she rubbed herself off against my hand. As she calmed I lay beside her,
stroking her breasts and gently kissing her. I was still desperate to get off and I wasn't sure
how. Then I got an idea. I pulled my shorts off and swung a leg over her so that I was kneeling
over her stomach. I pulled her hand up to my cock and started it stroking up and down. She stared
at it, slowly moving her hand and occasionally rubbing her thumb in the seepage coming out of the
tip. I reached down and started squeezing her breasts. I leaned forward pressing my cock down on
her chest with my stomach and barely whispering said, "Put it between your tits." She pulled her
hands to the side and squished her breasts up to form a valley for my cock to slide in. There was
enough lubrication dripping out of it to make everything slippery. I could see her looking down
trying to watch with her chin jammed to her chest. I started rocking more up than down so that I
gradually slid my cock up to the point where it was bumping her lips. It was leaving little bits of
slime everywhere and she licked a drop off her lips. I reached a hand back into her crotch and
started play with her button again. Soon her hips were moving up and down as mine moved towards her
mouth. "Lick it," I said. She reached her tongue out to catch the drop on the tip. Her eyes closed
and her mouth opened slightly as her pelvis started moving harder. I moved further and bumped the
tip between her lips. Her eyes shot open and then closed again. I pushed and she opened her mouth
more. I slid the head inside just as she began to reach her climax. I bumped against the roof of
her mouth and it was just too much. I shot spray after spray like it was never going to end. The
first shot went into her mouth which she swallowed reflexively, gagging a bit. She was too lost in
her own orgasm to deal with the foreign object in her mouth. I pumped until I was done and
softening a bit when she spit me out. Joanne looked up at me rather confused. I don't think either
of us really understood what had just happened or how to react. The drives had been stronger than
we knew what to deal with. I got off her chest and lay down beside her, pulling her to me. She put
her head against my chest and held me. Soon we started to get cold and realized that we were lying
there mostly naked with bits of come here and there. We were too confused to talk. I pulled on my
shorts. Joanne fixed her shorts, pulled her bra back down and did up her blouse. We kissed again
for a while then Joanne said, "I think I have to get home now." "I guess so," I replied not knowing
what to say. She crawled out of the tent and stood up. I followed her and stood facing her. "I'm
glad I came here," I said. "Me too," was her answer. Then, "I've got to go." I kissed her again and
said, "Bye." "Bye," she said and ran up to the lodge. 

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