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   Story: Camp Lucky 2 of 3   
      
   My alarm went off at 7:30. I dragged myself out of the bed, took a   
   shower and shaved. I put on a pair of boxer style swim trunks which had   
   the letters G-U-A-R-D sown to the sides. I put on a Polo shirt, sox and   
   tennis shoes and headed out for the dinning hall.   
      
   When I opened the door to the dinning hall, the smell of bacon, sausage,   
   eggs, pancakes, and maple syrup filled the air. It smelled delicious. I   
   cut into the food line and got a large portion of scrambled eggs,   
   sausage, juice and coffee.   I took my place at the “head table” and   
   started eating.   
      
   Anna came over to me and handed me a bunch of papers stapled together.   
   “Here’s your first one.” She said.   
      
   “First what?”   
      
   “Your first private lesson, dummy.” She smirked. “Becky Craig.” She   
   said. “Just turned 11.” She bent over and started to flip through the   
   pages in my hand. “She’s in Froggies.” ‘Froggies’ was the name of her   
   cabin. All the cabins had 8 to 10 girls in them, and they were all   
   grouped with girls around the same two-year age range. For instance   
   ‘Froggies’ was a cabin that had 11 and 12 year olds in them. They try   
   having even numbers of both ages in each cabin so the slightly older   
   girls could avail the younger girls of their vast amounts of experience   
   in the exciting world of summer camping.   
      
   The other cabins had similar names. ‘Guppies’: 9 and 10 year olds.   
   ‘Swans’: 13 and 14 year olds, and ‘seniors’: 14 and 15 year olds. Only   
   the 14 and 15 year olds were all “Counselors in Training” or CIT’s. All   
   told there were about 14 or 15 cabins in the camp.   
      
   “Let’s see” Anna continued as she flipped through the pages, “she wants   
   canoe lessons for the two weeks she’s here.” She stood back up and   
   looked up at the sky like she was trying to remember exactly what the   
   girl’s story was. “Her parents are real outdoorsy types, with a lot of   
   money. They want to go camping and white water rafting later this   
   summer, and they want Becky to be comfortable with piloting her own boat   
   in an emergency if she had too.” She patted me on the back and said “So   
   you’ll really need to spend some time with her and give her real   
   thorough lessons. Remember, they’re rich, so it could be a rather   
   lucrative endeavor for you.” Then she left and went back to the podium   
   to tell the girls to finish up their breakfasts because they had a full   
   day ahead of them.   
      
   	It was a chilly morning for June. I was finishing up the pool   
   preparation when I heard a gaggle of girls all singing loudly walking up   
   the path towards the pool. Diana, their counselor, walked them through   
   the gate and like a maestro conducting an orchestra, put both hands up   
   and then swiftly swung them down in a big circle and made a motion like   
   tying a knot, and the girls, right on cue stopped singing.   
      
   “Very good girls!” She said. Then Diana turned to me and said. “This is   
   ‘Froggies’. Eleven and 12 year olds. Ready to be evaluated for their   
   swimming prowess.” With a wink, she said “They’re all yours!” As she   
   started to leave the pool area, she waved to her girls and said “Ta-Ta   
   campers, I’ll see you later at the cabin.”   
      
   In unison they all said “Good bye Ms. Diana.”   
      
   I looked up from my clipboard and found myself staring at eight 11 and   
   12 year olds, shivering in oversized sweatshirts and pants. They all had   
   towels either around their necks or holding them at their sides.   
      
   I proceeded to go over the pool rules with them, followed by what each   
   colored badge meant in terms of where in the pool they were allowed to   
   go. I felt bad for this shivering group of girls so I dragged out my   
   instructions as long as I could. When I ran out of things to say, I   
   finally said “O.k. girls, your going to have to do this sooner or later.   
   Lets take those clothes off and get ready to get into the pool.” They   
   just stared at me. “Now!” I said.   
      
   “Oh, what the heck!” said one of the 12 year olds in the front. She had   
   short blond hair, and was a bigger girl then most of the girls. She   
   crossed her arms in front of her, grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt   
   and pulled it up over her head. As she did, she arched her back and a   
   rather healthy set of breasts pushed against her navy blue one-piece. My   
   eyes almost popped out of my head. Then she untied the drawstring on her   
   sweat pants and pushed them down to her knees. When she did that I could   
   see right down her top. She was well stacked and I could see her nipples   
   clearly from the material of her bathing suit hanging down. They looked   
   like pink silver dollar pancakes.   
      
   “Wow” I thought to myself. I stared at her breasts and nipples for a   
   while and felt myself getting stiff again. I pushed myself to snap out   
   of it and looked over her at the rest of the girls. My eyes feasted on   
   eight lovely girls all disrobing for me. My fantasies began to run wild!   
      
   As I scanned the crowd I thought to myself, “wow, this is an interesting   
   age.” While some of them, like “Blondie” here in front of me are well on   
   their way to womanhood. Others look like they should be playing with   
   dolls and reciting nursery rhymes. Of course they all were in various   
   stages of their physical development. I kept thinking how much I would   
   love to see all these lovely girls naked!   
      
   I scanned the crowd to be sure they had disrobed and were ready for the   
   pool. I drank in the view. There were girls in dark blue swim team   
   one-piece suits. Others were in neon pink and green one and two piece   
   suits. They were all of various sizes and shapes. Some of the suits fit   
   tightly against their young bodies, while others were too big, and   
   hanged loosely off of them.   
      
   Suddenly, my eyes caught a bright yellow flash hiding in the back behind   
   the crowd. I looked closer at her and found that I could not keep my   
   eyes off of her. I don’t know why. There wasn’t anything particularly   
   special about her, but I was drawn to her. She had short black wavy   
   hair. It looked kind of wild, curling up in all sorts of odd ways. There   
   were a few strands falling over her forehead covering left eye. She had   
   deep brown eyes and a spray of freckles across her nose and cheekbone.   
   The two bright yellow triangles of her bathing suit top were pressed   
   against her flat chest showing no noticeable form whatsoever. Her hands   
   were balled up in a fist between them trying keep warm. Her stomach was   
   flat revealing her ‘innie’ belly button. She had no shape to her hips   
   yet, but a wide V-shape patch of bright yellow swimsuit bottom came up   
   to her bony pelvis. Her legs pressed hard together as she shivered in   
   the cool air. Although she was shorter then many of the other girls,   
   those suit bottoms made her look like she had legs for days. This fairly   
   average looking girl really blew me away.   
      
   “What do we do next?”   
      
   “Huh …”   
      
   “What do you want us to do next?” I crashed back into reality as I   
      
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