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   Story: Camp Lucky 1 of 3   
      
      
   Authors note: This story is a multi-page story of a romantic sexual   
   relationship with an adult male and 11 year old girl. This is a love   
   story, with sexual content. Only people who are interested in this   
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   permitted to view it. This is a fiction story, and similarities between   
   real people, places or events are purely coincidental.   
      
      
   	It was the summer of 1984. I would be turning 22 that July. I figured   
   that I would be graduating from college the next year, and this was my   
   last year to have “fun” before I had to get a job and act like an adult.   
   So for summer employment I was looking for something “fun”, away from my   
   parents, and outdoors. So I applied for summer jobs, and finally landed   
   a job as a swimming and small craft instructor at a girl’s camp in the   
   mountains. The name of the camp was “Camp Lucky.’   
      
   	 I stayed at my parents for a few weeks before leaving for camp.  I   
   drove to the mountains for my summer job at Camp Lucky. When I arrived   
   and checked in I got my cabin assignment. Anna, the camp director, told   
   me that I was only one of two male staff members. Because of security   
   reasons, she gave me the cabin at the far end of the camp. The other   
   Male staff member, “Sergeant Bill”, had a cabin at the front of the   
   camp. She wanted the men on either ends of the camp so if a problem   
   occurred we would be able to cover the whole camp.   
      
   	I went to my cabin. It was a wooden cabin, like all the rest. It was   
   perched up on stilts. A wooden stair way led up to the door. When you   
   went in it was a good size but somewhat sparse. There were windows all   
   around with a ceiling fan. No air conditioning. A queen-sized bed stood   
   up against one wall with a bedside table and a reading lamp. There were   
   two wicker chairs and some bookshelves. There was a “bathroom area” for   
   lack of a better name, against the back wall. It had a sink, toilet and   
   shower. A round opaque shower Curtin enclosed it. It looked old, and   
   wasn’t large enough to cover the whole area. “Well” I said to myself.   
   “This is home for the next three months.”   
      
   	After unpacking my gear, and airing out the cabin I headed to the camp   
   office for our first staff meeting. Anna introduced the new staff   
   members around. Most of the people were returning from the previous   
   years, or were campers for years and finished their “counselor in   
   training” program last year. Being 16 now, they were old enough be hired   
   as counselors.   
      
   She also talked about how parents will often pay extra for their child   
   to receive sole training or classes during their stay. She reminded us   
   if we teach them well, give them a little extra attention while they are   
   here, then a big tip was often waiting for us at the end of the camping   
   session. She suggested that we “single out our girls”, stop and chat   
   with them and  “be their buddy” while they are here. Finally she talked   
   about the first day starting tomorrow and reviewed the registration   
   process with us and she gave out our assignments.   
      
      
      
      
      
      
   	She didn’t give me any assignments for registration day.  I asked her   
   about it and she explained that since I had the first program of the   
   camp, she gave me a break. She wanted me to prepare for it. Starting at   
   9:00 sharp, I was to evaluate all the girls swimming abilities and give   
   them badges based on their skills. “We don’t want anyone drowning during   
   the first camping session, that might have a negative effect on our   
   numbers for the rest of the summer” She said with a smile. “When you’ve   
   finished then just kinda hang out and lend a hand where you can.”   
      
   	At the end of the meeting, “Sergeant Bill” introduced himself to me. He   
   was the camping and wild life instructor.  He was a big man. He was in   
   his 50’s and looked like he could kill a bear with his bare hands. He   
   told me he was a retired Marine Corp drill sergeant. He had worked at   
   the camp for the last ten years. He told me that he felt like each child   
   at the camp was like his own daughter, and if anything would happen to   
   them, he wouldn’t even think before “killing the bastard that hurt my   
   little girls!” He was kind of scary, but I figured he was probably good   
   to have around the camp.   
      
   	I went to the pool after words to test the PH levels in the water. I   
   was surprised at how cold the water was. “Boy, the girls are in for a   
   shock tomorrow!” I said to my self. Later on, we all met for dinner at   
   the dining hall and shared little stories about the camp and had a   
   rather pleasant time. I went back to my cabin and took the roster and   
   drew up a chart of all the girls for their evaluations the next day. I   
   went to bed about 11:00 that night.   
      
   	The following morning I woke up to the sounds of cars, busses, children   
   laughing, children crying, megaphones, and staff members barking out   
   orders. The cool mountain air was so soothing I must have just fallen   
   right off to sleep and didn’t notice the relative chaos around the camp.   
   I got dressed and mingled around in the crowd. I got a few questions   
   from parents and campers, mostly looking for things like cabins,   
   bathrooms, and the dinning hall. I didn’t really pay much attention to   
   any of the people I encountered, I just “lent a hand where I could.”   
      
   	Diner on the first night of camp was mandatory for all staff members   
   (not that there were very many other places we could go). I took a   
   shower and put on some clean clothes and headed over to the dinning   
   hall. The dinning hall was just like all the other cabins only it was   
   about 10 times the size. There were picnic tables arranged in rows   
   leading up to what can only be called a “head table” where all the   
   non-counselor staff was sitting. Counselors sat with their particular   
   cabin of girls.   
      
   When I walked in, the place was all a buzz. The tables were full of   
   laughing, and loud talking. Occasionally a whole table would break out   
   in song, challenging another table to out-sing them. I found my place   
   next to “Sergeant Bill.” It was then that I actually looked at the   
   girls. From my vantage point above everyone else I could see just about   
   every little camper in the place. I found myself drawn to these preteen   
   pubescent girls. They were all beaming up at me. They looked so innocent   
   and virginal. Some were wearing shorts, some in t-shirts, some in   
   crop-tops. I thought “God! Look at all these beautiful girls!”   
      
   This was the first time I found myself being attracted to little girls.   
   I was really getting turned on. I knew this was wrong, but my god! I   
   tried to divert my gaze but I just couldn’t.   
      
   	I could feel the swelling in my shorts and I became flushed with   
   embarrassment. I kept reaching below the table to push it down and hide   
   it, but I just couldn’t. Then much to my fear, Anna called me up to the   
      
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