When you're not quite fifteen, life's issues tend to be the social ones.
The big issue, of course, is boys. That's pretty much the reason for
coming to camp, to meet boys your folks won't even know about, to discover
stuff. Back home, everybody knows everything, but camp's what you make of

It wasn't as if Sandi hadn't been to camp before. She'd been lots of
times. Well, three actually: after fifth, sixth and seventh grades. It's
just that after eighth, it's Senior Camp because you'll be ninth and tenth
graders. Older than that, kids have summer jobs or maybe just think
they're too old. So camp's where you can be seniors when you're really
freshmen. That part was neat.

Being just a ninth-grader in the senior group is a little intimidating,
Sandi might have admitted to her closer friends. Not having actually been
to high school puts you at disadvantage to start with. Colored laces in
your tennies may have expressed your personality in mid school, but maybe
they mark you as a geek in high school. You just aren't sure. Maybe they
do things differently in bigger towns.

The way to handle such dilemmas is to pay attention. While you're still
saying, "Hi, I'm Sandi," you process what they're wearing, if they're
chewing gum, the size of their makeup kit, clues all. Sandi didn't define
her life around conformity, but she'd rarely opt for the bold opposite.
She'd leave her bags shut in case something visible might identify her as
being past tense.

A few girls would have boyfriends from the previous summer, but on the
whole, every year's an open, if temporary, season. Lots of girls would
have boyfriends back home, so camp's the chance to try somebody different.
They'd go back to their old ones, to be sure, but they'd go back a bit more
experienced. Just here you have to cover a lot of distance fast. When
Dianne had said that last year, she drew her hand up her thigh and the
girls laughed.

Sandi had never had a hand there. At Junior Camp, they'd pursued the
breast part. To that end, girls would bring their dress-up bras, otherwise
lacy attire with their fashionably-stonewashed outfits. Sandi had tossed
in hers in, not that she'd even find a boyfriend, probably.

Their counselor Lee Anne Sandi remembered from last summer. Maybe a
little rah-rah, but that's how college girls get to be counselors. From
the paper on the door, five or her cabin mates she already knew: Dianne and
Tara were her age. Tish, Becky and Shannon, a year ahead.

Sandi interpreted Antler's schedule to Mona and Bets, in ninth like
herself. "No, we don't actually eat then, but we're supposed to be on the
way." Somehow she already knew that these two were like her, not that
experienced with boys.

Kara was going to be in tenth, but this was her first year because she'd
just moved from Michigan or Minnesota, Sandi immediately forgot which. As
soon as the parents left, but without even bothering to shut the cabin
door, Kara changed her bra. Sandi wished she were as fully shaped. She
hoped Kara's smile didn't mean that she'd caught her looking.


Every camp every year started off with a snipe hunt. The cost of being
new was your credulousness. Veterans, having been new once themselves,
would never reveal the one camp secret that stayed secret.

"Listen up," enthused the Activities Director after campfire. "We want
to catch a bunch. Your counselors will team you up in twos." The staff,
winking at those who knew, paired their charges, none of the new campers
noting that their partner was likewise novice.

"OK, sneak out in a circle. Go for ten minutes and then sit tight, as
quiet as you can. When you hear the whistle, everybody jump up and yell
and drive the snipes back to the middle. They're hard to see, so just keep
them moving."

Sandi and Tara giggled, watching Kara and Mona look expectantly for more
guidance. There was none.

"Let's go!"

The pairs faded into the woods. Not three minutes later, those in the
know were back. Sandi and Tara made themselves comfortable poking the
coals. Much, much more than ten minutes later when the whistle signaled,
the campfire crew heard the distant shouts of crashing snipe herders. The
new campers were befuddled to see the marshmallows in process when they
converged on the center. Next year they'd be part of the trickery.

Sandi passed Mona a gooey s'more. "So now you're one of us experts."

"Guess so. The thing is, though, that Kara saw it coming and so we
hooked up with these two guys. It wasn't that long, but long enough to see
how they kiss. Kara's tried to get her unsnapped, but she wanted to make
it harder. Ask her, if you don't believe me."

Maybe being an old-timer wasn't better than being a new-timer, Sandi
realized. Nobody had tried to unhook her bra. Of course, she'd have
suckered and missed out anyway.

Sandi roasted a marshmallow for Kara too. "Guess you sorta tricked us
in reverse."

Kara inspected Sandi's roasting ability. "Perfect! Crusty outside and
melted inside." She ate the outside and then the inside, one bite each, and
licked her fingers.

The race was on and Sandi was already seeing dust. At least she got her
s'more right.


Becky leaned down from her bunk and announced with authority, "Antlers
gets the boatyard, everybody."

Sandi missed the significance, but figured it might be well not to
reveal her ignorance. Bets, being new and thus excused, had no such
inhibition, "What for?"

Becky was only waiting to demonstrate her status as second year. "For
'Do it till Dawn'. We get the boatyard."

Authority Becky awaited Bets' obvious follow-up, "What's 'Do it till
Dawn'?" The ninth-graders were ears.

"You know, where we do it all night. You know, get together with our

Sandi already felt left out. Not wanting to announce that she had no
boyfriend, much less a steady one, she phrased her concern obliquely,
"Well, it's not like we can bring our steadies from home."

"No, and even if we could, you know, who'd want to? Like here, maybe
your steady's just for here." Becky had one waiting at home, it seemed.

As Sandi and the other new girls didn't want to expose too much
ignorance about the ways of Senior Camp, discussion turned toward whether
Lee Anne would enforce the No-Talking-after-Lights-Out-plus-15 rule. They
figured she wouldn't.

When the archery instructor got waylaid next day at the equipment shed,
Becky passed on the next bit of information. "So here's what you need to
know. The campers and the counselors both have it, but it's separate.
Like you both know, but pretend you don't. Lee Anne's date I'll bet will
be Sal."

The girls knew Sal, counselor at the boys' cabin Bear Paw. He was the
hunk swimming instructor who Shannon claimed last year had slid his hand in
her top. The others found this plausible both ways. He'd brushed several
of them in more-accidental manners and Shannon would be one who'd twist to
help. She'd as much as said so. "Have him float you one hand on your
stomach, one up high. It's easier to get under your elastic." Then she
paused, looking the conspirator. "His bottom hand, oh God!" The others
figured that Shannon was probably still waiting. Otherwise she would have
told about the hand.

Becky continued, "The counselors sneak out after they figure that we're
all asleep. Of course, they know we're not, but we act like it so they can
go. Then we sneak out too, except I guess we aren't sneaking, since
they're gone."

"So where're they sneaking, the counselors?"

"I think the Craft Cabin, but we're not supposed to know."

"So where do we sneak, then?"

"We get the boatyard, like I said before, where they pull the rowboats
on the grass. Chris says I'll like it there." Becky had to make it known
that she'd already secured her date. "He'll get the guys to bring blankets
and stuff."

The boatyard, thought Sandi? Antlers had to cease their discussion, as
the archery instructor had found the extra bows.

Bets pulled Sandi aside when they were retrieving arrows that missed the
hay bales. More that missed than hit. "Is she taking about making out?"

"I guess."


That evening the "Do it till Dawn" conversation resumed.

"The guy you're dating knows where we'll be," explained Becky
triumphantly. "The boys' cabins get all mixed up, but Antlers stays
together. It's better with your girlfriends to talk to. There's grass
between the boats and we each get our own place. We sit up for a while and
do things like wave at each other, but then he pulls you under. Well,
actually, maybe you pull him. Doesn't matter."

Bets giggled, "Like do it by the water?" with the pride of being first
to get the meaning of "it", as in "do it."

Becky gave a nod, "Us and our dates between each boat."

"So it's boat, boy-girl, boat, boy-girl, boat. That way?" queried Bets.

"That's how I said it," a bit defensive, the reply.

"Just checking. I thought maybe you got in a boat. Then the bench
where you oar would be in the way."

"We 'row' with 'oars'. We learn all these boat words, but we still have
to wear life preservers," from behind Sandi.

Sandi phrased her next comment on the fly, a safe guess, "And we sneak
back before dawn. That's the 'dawn' part."

"Right. The girls one rowboat on each side of you come at the exact
same moment with you," Becky beamed. "I like to come once, really great.
But after that we all decide for ourselves."

Afterwards, Sandi and Tara compared notes.

"She said 'come', I think." Sandi wasn't sure if Tara was a virgin too.

"Well I haven't" admitted Tara, answering that one.

"Me neither."

This endeavor seemed both enticing and frightening. Lots of Sandi's
friends had lost their virginities in hasty moments with boys interested in
little more than gaining experience themselves, more a mental rush for
having done it that a physical one.

Sandi and her friends had figured out the mechanics from movies.
Sandi's folks might think twice about her renting an R, but other girls'
folks didn't check. They'd even watched X-rated at slumber parties. They
knew about women who razor, how they moaned impaled time and time again.
Some of the girls had seen movies showing the penetration, but nobody ever
brought one to watch. Anyway, Sandi but knew that the video stuff was
probably faked.

But faked or not, it seemed real to girls in their pajamas.

At twelve she liked to think about how a penis could get long. She
didn't like it, though, when boys looked down her dress. At thirteen she
learned to kiss. Only Michael, though, she'd let feel her blouse. In the
almost-year since turning fourteen, he'd made it inside. Lots of slumber
party talk dealt with getting felt up. It's sexy to get unhooked, but if
he just pops you out and something happens, you can just pop yourself back

"Getting fingered" was good for whispered sleeping-bag discussion. As
Sandi's friends used insertible products of various Miss designations,
having someone's digit instead didn't seem impossible. But what if it was
your period? A finger is just a tampon with personality. It's all about

Sandi knew that girls played with guys too. You pulled on them up and
down and made them come. If it got on your clothes, your mom could tell.
Of course, if it got inside you, they agreed, your mom would know when you
missed your period. Either way, it's hard to fool a mom.

Some girls said that you didn't have to play with it, just make it
really hard and let him put it in you. But then he might push too hard and
you'd get everything bloody. There was the size thing. Her friends had
pictures of males far in excess of what they presumed to be their own
dimensions. Sandi once saw a male dog stuck in a female.

Sandi figured it might be with Michael. But maybe Randy. They'd held
hands in the bus. Screwing seemed far away from holding hands in the bus,
but once these kids did it right there in the very back seat. She'd seen
the stain.

But now they were talking about doing it right here in camp!

Sandi wasn't sure.


The Antlers-Bear Paw war began the evening following. Returning to
their cabin after campfire, the girls' opened bags signaled something
amiss. Their initial consternation about snack shop money, cameras and
jewelry (which they weren't supposed to have brought anyway) seemed to be
misplaced. Things just seemed to have been rummaged.

In the midst the confusion, Mona again looked at her possessions. "Hey
girls, count your panties."

Kara was the first to complete her inventory, "My black ones!"

To a girl, a pair was purloined.

Lee Anne spoke with some certainty, "Some pathetic boys' cabin raided

The thieves weren't long unannounced. At lunch, Lee Anne told them what
she'd been informed. "Bear Paw did it and we have to earn them back
freestyle. Like wrestling. One of us takes on one of them. We each
choose who."

Sandi found this rather extreme for the return of their panties, but
didn't say anything.

Becky turned toward Kara, "How 'bout you. You're probably the
strongest. Ever wrestled?"

"Psych 'em out is how," Kara deemed. It was decided. Lee Anne sought
the representative of Bear Paw to accept the challenge.

That evening during free time, Antlers slipped toward a grassy enclave
around the corner of the lake. Sandi was nervous, but there was safety in
numbers. When Antlers arrived, the arena was festooned with a clothesline
on which hung nine pairs of panties, Sandi's near the middle. The boys
were huddled, guffawing, but mostly looking at the ground.

Sal and Lee Anne joked as they settled on the rules, or in the spirit of
freestyle, a lack thereof. Kara and Martin, a tenth grader who wore
braces, would have at each other until one surrendered. No hitting or
anything that would leave a mark. That was it.

"Come on Kara, nail his ass," Tish encouraged.

Sandi heard comments from Bear Paw regarding squeezing Kara's breasts.
That didn't seem fair. Goosing a guy wasn't far from the girls' minds, but
they'd not say it.

The two contestants circled one another for a moment, concentrating.
Martin dived and missed, Kara's sidestep establishing her agility.
Martin's next maneuver lacked any sense of finesse. He rushed Kara
directly, grabbed her shoulder and tripped her. On the ground, Martin had
little trouble lying across her back, pushing her into the grass. Bear Paw

Sandi abjectly decided that the contest had cost her one pair of white
panties. Boys have the brute strength. But the counselors seemed in no
hurry to declare a winner. Perhaps sensing the referees' acquiesce, Martin
pulled Kara up enough to reach under. The boys hooted at Kara's struggle
as he fondled his targets.

Sandi looked at Lee Anne cuddling against Sal. Sandi looked back at
Kara, now giggling at Martin's attention. It wasn't like he was inside her
clothes or anything, Sandi realized and relaxed just a bit.

Perhaps due to their initial exertion, the two almost rested together,
Martin's hand now freely roaming up from her waist under her attire. Kara
was, if anything, lifting herself to afford him better access.

A bolstered Martin rolled Kara on her back and used his wrist to work
her fabric upwards. He pulled her left arm upward enough to jerk her
sleeve over her elbow, exposing half of Kara's bra.

The boys were laughing, "Take it off. Let's see 'em."

Sensing dominance, Martin left her shirt hanging and drew his free hand
around to her bra hooks. Kara wiggled in resistance, but not enough to
dissuade him. To Sandi, it didn't look like an attempt to escape. The
unfastening clumsily accomplished, his hand returned to pull her cups
upward. Martin straddled her to show his buddies her pale breasts, rising
and falling, rising and falling. Her areolae were pink; her nipples stood
erect for two cabins' pleasure.

Sandi pressed her legs together.

The boys hooted even more as Martin began to extract Kara's other elbow
from its sleeve. Sandi knew she should be distressed at such public
spectacle, but knew that unless Kara called it quits, she'd watch.

Someone snickered, "Pants her."

Oh God, thought Sandi, but she still knew she'd watch. She hoped that
nobody could tell that she didn't want Kara to concede yet.

After a long moment, perhaps sensing Martin's diverted attention,
perhaps sensing the hungry eyes, Kara made her move. She twisted to the
side and rolled her opponent over her. Martin was still trying to extract
his hand from her top when she had him reversed, her thigh wedged between
his legs, her arms grasping him in battle embrace. No camper had expected

The girls cheered at their Amazon fortune.

Sandi sensed that even from the bottom, Martin could yet retopple Kara.
She lacked the weight to pin him. But he didn't rise. Rather, as could be
seen from Sandi's angle, Kara was thrusting her leg again and again against
Martin. He tried to keep her at bay, but again best seen from Sandi's
vantage, soon was rocking against her pressure. As Martin succumbed to
Kara's cadence, she covered his mouth with hers. His right hand reclaimed
her breast while his other hand al last freed her right elbow from her
tangle of clothing. She lifted her neck so that he could push off her
shirt and pulled her arms inward so that he could at last remove her bra.

Topless Kara controlled the rest of the match. Again and again her
thigh drove against her surrendering victim. Some of the girls begin to
count. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven until Martin gasped and
shuddered, his face flushed. Kara grinned wildly and thrust her leg more
slowly against him until he lay still. She gave him a kiss. Breasts
proud, she flopped on her back beside him.

After several moments, she nestled her head on his shoulder and pulled
his arm around her to shield her chest. The two contestants were
whispering to each other. Kara rested a knee over his pants, but not
before Sandi could see the spot.

Sandi too was as wet as when she masturbated. Wetter, even.

Antlers, knowing they had witnessed an orgasm, cheered and claimed their
underwear. Sandi, who had never seen a male climax before, was surprised
at its suddenness. She was more surprised at her own arousal that begged

The Bear Paw boys faded away. Sandi heard one of them say that Martin
may have lost, but he'd had the most fun.

The counselors seemed pleased too. Sal's arms were around Lee Anne's
shoulders, Lee Anne not seeming to care that anyone could see Sal massaging
her breast. Sandi figured that given the event, maybe it wasn't even that
big a deal.

Walking back, Kara analyzed, "Show 'em some tit and they're sunk. But
you don't want to win by too much, you know. I gave him my panties that
they stole for doing a nice job getting my bra off." Looking around, she
added, "It's fun to watch, girls watching a girl, I mean. Makes us want to
get naked ourselves."

They walked on. Kara thought again, "Hell, maybe I just should have
lost all the way. Win the damn thing and you wind up the horny one." She
laughed at the irony.

After lights out, Sandi replayed the contest in her mind to protract her
arousal. Kara being stripped, wide-eyed and laughing. Kara's breasts.
The turn-about. Kara's leg. Martin panting. Holding each other at the


Sandi wanted to meet boys, any boys, so when she passed Sean and Jacob
from Bear Paw on the campfire path she smiled big. "Hey!"

"What's up?"

"Not much. You guys?" She hoped they could tell she had on her black

"Just looking around, wanna come along?" the boys exchanging glances.


"Martin damn near gave Kara the kinda freestyle she needs," surmised
Sean inaccurately, but adequately conveying his bias as they walked. "He
was just a little too quick."

"She did OK," countered Sandi, titillated that he'd opened the subject.

They headed toward the fire site, then across the creek. They chatted
about camp food. Sandi liked how they laughed when she described the
spaghetti as dead white worms. Sean had a fun laugh, she decided.

Arriving at a mossy patch behind a fallen log, Jacob flopped down, "Rest

Sandi sat down beside Jacob and Sean claimed the spot to her other side.
They gossiped about the counselors. They were pretty sure that Sal and Lee
Anne were "going out". Sandi laughed with them at the verb choice.

"Come on, Sandi, it's rest time," suggested Sean, stretching out. She
followed suit. A boy on either side, the sun through the branches, this
was pretty fine. Jacob and Sean seemed to have more "inside information"
(they laughed when they called it that) on their counselors, but Sandi
changed the subject when things drifted too much that way.

"Hey, Sandi," asked Sean, turning toward her. "Your cabin set for 'Do
it till Dawn'?"

She wasn't prepared for that one, but managed "Sure," so as to not sound

"Us too," the reply. Then another surprise, "Ever been kissed in the

Kissing was her business. "Maybe." She started to sit up.

Sean rolled his shoulder enough over hers to thwart her escape and ran
his tongue upward against her ear. "Like this."

"Don't". It tickled, she decided, but didn't tell them. She tried to
act like it was no big thing, a guy kissing her ear.

"Like this, then?" running his tongue inward. She realized he was
pinning her tighter with his shoulder and that Jacob's weight was
restraining her other. She minded the closeness, but found it exciting to
be between two boys.

"I said, don't", she repeated with what she hoped was enough conviction.

"Ever done the rest?" Sean hooked a knee over hers.

"Let me up!" Fooling around was one thing, but not here.

"Like had something funner than a tongue inside you?" Sean now had a leg
between hers, his shorts wedged across her knee. She knew that he wanted
her to wiggle. But lying still might encourage him, too. Visions of
Kara's freestyle came to her, but she knew she lacked Kara's attitude.

"Come on," suggested Sean, straddling Sandi's leg more fully. "You'll
like it."

They weren't really doing anything, she hoped. She didn't want to be a
prude. It was mixed up, what to do. She pushed back just a little until
she sensed the lump in his pants. She hoped that it looked like she was
just trying to shove him off.

"I'll bet mine's the first big one you've felt, even!" Sean grinned, now
more aggressive with his hips. "We're just goofing around together," as
his palm crept to her chest. "How 'bout you be my date at "Do it till
Dawn'?" seemingly serous.

That didn't seem right, making her decide right now. "Don't know."
Sandi didn't realize how hard her heart was pounding until she felt its
throb against Sean's hand. Jacob's hand was on her other side. It wasn't
fair, she thought, two against one. It had to be fair, like it was for

One of the two was tugging her tee-shirt upward. "Wanna give us a
little souvenir?" Jacob was reaching for her bra. "You donate or we

She tried to buy time. "No fair!" Their intent made her almost giddy.
Maybe they'd let her take her bra off under her tee-shirt, she wondered.
It would be because they made her. She pictured Kara's breasts, how
everybody watched.

Sandi's nipples showed through her now-exposed bra. She wanted them to

"Lift up," interjected Jacob. "We just want your bra, is all. Come on.
We'll give it back."

She remembered how she'd become damp when Kara was bared. Kara just
laughed afterwards. Sandi arched her back so he'd find her hooks.

"Our cabin's rematch," declared Sean, letting her knee stoke him.
"You'll love getting your cherry popped," Sean spoke in seriousness. "I'm
not like Martin. I'll hold my horses, help you come too."

"She going to fuck us," laughed Jacob. "She really is!"

Oh my God, Sandi realized. With breath she didn't know she possessed
she yelled, "Stop it!"

There'd been nobody to hear, she realized afterwards, but the two boys
looked startled and sat up, letting Sandi scramble free.

"Hey, we were just kidding."

"Well it wasn't funny," pulling her top down.

"Remember our date," offered Sean, regaining his coolness. "Bye bye,
nice leg, till 'Do it till Dawn'," drawing has palm across his crotch.

She realized that her knee hadn't minded, just her brain, just when
Jacob said, "fuck."


The boys were braggarts; the story was already circulating how the two
had laid this girl who dared them. It was true, Sandi knew, that she'd
gone along at first. Sean's lump stroking against her. Him knowing that
she was pushing back. Them trying to get her bra off. Scary, but

But everyone would believe the exaggeration; it wasn't how she wanted to
be known when they said whom. Guys like that never shut up.

It was Kara who could tell she'd been the one. "Sandi, you didn't give
it up for those losers, did you?"

How did Kara know she'd have "given it up," wondered Sandi? Was her
virginity that obvious?

Kara read her mind. "I can tell. You're too precious. That's not the
point, though. If it's bullshit they're saying, we shut 'em up."

Sandi told the story, even the part about pushing back. That was the
hard part to admit. She hoped that Kara would understand, wouldn't think
that she was a prude and wouldn't think that she was a slut.

"They're assholes," summarized her friend. "You were just swimming way
too far from shore, sister. If you hadn't yelled, they'd have raped you
and left you with the blame. So maybe you learned something. But they
didn't learn crap."

Antlers began its quest for justice. By the next evening, Lee Anne had
conferred with Sal. "OK, listen up now. Sal doesn't want to know details,
but you just tell me where you want to get them."

After tactical discussion, Becky told Lee Anne that the boys might enjoy
a little hike up to the Lookout Tower. Sal accordingly sent the pair to
retrieve a six-pack said to be stashed.

Sandi could have participated, but Kara said she didn't have to.
"You've dealt with those farts enough." Thus what Sandi knew about the
retribution was what her cabin mates shared.

Shannon and Becky had met the boys on the path and induced them into the
trees. "Salivating," said Shannon. The waiting Antlers had the boys on
the ground before they'd sorted out the turnabout. The girls who'd
suggested kicking their genitals blue had been outvoted, at least
temporarily. They'd wrenched the boys' arms backwards and used duct tape
to bind their hands.

"So we hear that you two are pretty good," Becky had said. "Sandi even
said she felt your cock," looking at Sean, "and helped you come."

Sandi was dismayed. She'd just bumped it a few times.

When Sean denied coming, "That's not what you told Bear Paw. You can't
lay a girl without coming," ruled Shannon.

Becky and Shannon goosed their captives. "Zilch down there. Guess we
gotta go the other way, then," ordered Shannon. "Roll 'em over."

Shannon had a wooden spoon. "Vaseline?" she'd asked, using the handle
to dab petroleum jelly around their butt holes. "Got the camera ready,
Dianne?" But not inserting was the girls' choice of victory, something for
the two to think about.

The parting words were the best, Sandi thought. "You guys figure out
the tape. Watch out, though. Sometimes when prisoners get free, the first
one untied fucks the other." Becky said she just made it up on the spot.

In the report, Bets took her Sandi's hand. "Now they're historical
assholes, at least."

Back in the cabin, Kara told everybody that Sandi was one smart cookie,
the way she'd yelled to stop them. "Even if nobody can hear, chickenshits
get worried."

For the rest of camp, Sean and Jacob lived in the shadows.


"Listen up!" It was Lee Ann's counselor voice. "Tonight at lights out
we have a demo on dating procedure." Needless to say, Sandi was curious.

That evening the girls, flashlights ready, gathered around Lee Anne's
bed. Their counselor produced a banana. "So let's say that your steady is

At first Sandi missed the connection, but the surrounding giggles
signaled the obvious -- this was a penis, a big one at that.

"So maybe you already know this stuff," looking at Shannon and Becky,
girls she knew did know. "Well the tennis pros never stop practicing. Or
maybe you don't plan on needing to know for a while," glancing at Sandi and
several others. "Things sometimes just happen. Maybe a guy pressures you
but you can do something to stay safe. So the thing is that no matter what
he says, you're not going to do him unless he wears a rubber. We're
talking non-negotiable, OK?"

A few nods.

"Like he forgets to bring one, you have one ready. Like he forgets to
put it on, you put it on him, OK?" more emphatically.

They all nodded, Sandi fully. She'd learned about condoms in Health Ed,
the theory, anyway.

"I've got lots more in my blue bag, so you know where." Lee Anne dumped
a selection of foil wrapped packages onto her pillow. "Take one and open
it. Just put the wrappers back and I'll get rid of them."

Sandi selected a Trojan, a brand of which she'd heard, and unwrapped her
package. The latex felt slippery.

"They have expiration dates, even. Some of yours have little ribs and
stuff. They say it's for us, but it's not really. Push the middle with
your thumb. If it doesn't act like it'll unroll, turn it around. It's
hard to see sometimes. Try it."

Sandi realized that it was hard to tell, even with a flashlight.

"See the little pouchy place? You don't want a bunch of air in there,
so sort of pinch it down when you start. Like this." She deftly deployed
the condom on the banana. "But use two hands. He likes your hands on him
anyway. Now pass around Mr. Banana and put yours on him. Just roll it
back off when you're done. They say don't reuse 'em, but it's up to you.
They can slip off afterwards, so get it out of you before stuff spills."

Some of the girls giggled at their efforts, but Sandi was dead serious
in her practice roll. She'd heard that gel was a good idea the first time.

"You can go home with poison ivy, but you can't go home with a baby.
That's the camp rule not on the wall."

At breakfast, she caught Bets also slipping a banana into her pocket.
They blushed and then laughed.

JASON . Jason was a cute guy, both Sandi and Bets agreed -- nice
looking, funny, not stuck up. Best the girls could tell, he wasn't taken,
but sometimes that's hard to know for nice guys. They laugh around with
everybody, not huddle in a corner with their chick. The word was that he
was available, anyway.

Sandi and Bets debated the possibility of dating Jason, "dating" in the
camp sense, that is. You talked, got seen together and made. You could
end up doing it till dawn. Maybe.

"Go ahead, Bets." And Bets did just that. The talking. The walking
together. The petting.

"What's he like?"

"Oh, just regular."

"No, I mean what did he do?"

"I guess he kissed me."

"So you kissed him back, right?"

"A little bit."

"Did he, you know, try to?"


"Like inside your top?"

"Just a little."

"You think he would?"


Bets had her steady. Sandi had missed a chance, but at least Bets got
there. When Sandi realized that she wasn't even mad at Bets, she realized
that Bets was really her friend. The two held hands as they walked to


Ever since Kara had beaten Martin at freestyle, Sandi presumed her to be
master of the male race. Sandi had even asked her about testicles,
functionally explained in Health Ed, but practically yet confusing. Kara
seemed neither inclined to under- nor overstate her experience. "I've
maybe ping ponged five or six, guys that is. Twelve balls, we'll call it.
They never say don't. Don't squeeze them or anything, is all I can

A tenth-grader like Kara would have her pick at camp, Sandi figured.
There wasn't a Bear Paw boy, Sal told Lee Anne, that didn't jack off after
the freestyle match. Antlers roared at the thought of a cabin-full of boys
huffing and puffing in their sleeping bags as they dreamed about Kara's

Sandi finally got up the nerve, "You know how you pinned Martin, that
time? Your leg did it, right?"

"Our secret weapon, I call it. That and his brain. My buddy, Martin. I
guess we have a little history now, right? Everybody thinks we fuck, I

"I thought maybe since..."

Kara looked at her a moment and hit her shoulder. "Jeeze, Sandi, it's
no secret in Antlers, anyway."

"What's not?"

Kara paused a moment, "Tish, you know."

"Tish?" Tish was the reserved one. She knew a ton of bad jokes, the
standard prank menu.

Kara saw that Sandi didn't know. "We're in love, I mean. The girl

Sandi gulped. Kara and Tish, the girl way? She more-or-less knew the
disconcerting translation. Sandi figured that she'd know one when she saw
one. "Are you lesbians, then?"

"When we get naked, anyway. I've done it more with boys, but Tish makes
me mushy."

Sandi must have taken an inadvertent step backwards.

"Shoot, Sandi. I know you're not."

"How?" Witnessing Kara being stripped had led to her own sleeping-bag
fantasies. When they'd joked in the cabin about Martin, she'd lain awake
until the others were asleep, not thinking only of Martin.

"I pay attention," volunteered Kara, more explanation being superfluous.
"It's OK, thinking about each other. It's about being girls. The thing
is, though, I'm still a shit-load smarter than you about boys, so you just
consider me a resource about long funny looking things."

Sandi nodded.

"And balls too, of course." Kara fluttered her eyes. "And here's the
way we can test the alternative." Kara leaned forward and kissed Sandi on
the lips.

Not knowing what to do, Sandi stood there, nipples hardening.

"See? It proves it," confirmed Kara.

"Proves what?"

"If you were waiting for my move, you'd have melted like your
marshmallow. Nips are just a reflex thing. If you thought I was weird,
though, you'd be outa here. So you need a funny long thing and figure I
know what I'm talking about."

Sandi grinned.

"I told you I'm a shit-load smart about this stuff," Kara returned to
her deadpan. "Probably you want to feel my tits maybe? Nip on nip, us
part-time dykes call it. But sorry, sister," ruled Sandi's first known
lesbian, if only part-time. "So I'll blow you a kiss," which she
demonstrated with theatrics, "in your dreams every time you remember me
under Martin."

"Remember what?" countered Sandi, scratching her head.

"Freestylers on both sides remember. In their sleeping bags. Time to
get you out of yours."

Sandi had a full-time friend.

It was a few days later when Sandi took Kara up on her resource offer.
It was only a week till "Do it till Dawn". Were there just the Seans and

"Well," weighed Kara, pleased, "you gotta tell me exactly what to shop
for. I know both aisles, right?"

"Like help me find a boyfriend."

"Now how did I know you'd say that? Smarter than shit, I tell myself
when you forget to."

"You won't tell everybody, will you, that, you know, that I..."

"Got a little coaching? Trust big sister on that one."


Lunchtime the next day, Kara cornered Sandi. "See that guy at the table
behind us, red and black shirt?"

"His name's Stephen," offered Sandi. She knew every boy's name.

"Right. Well he needs a girlfriend."

"A girlfriend?"

"Right. Just doesn't know much about taking initiative. I think he's
cuter than shit."

"You think so?"

"Remember who's the expert here. Look at his eyes. So just go talk to
him. Not about going out or anything, just stuff. But work the word

Stephen wasn't that hard to chat with. Talk bounced between school,
music, movies, camp and life in general. She liked how he didn't try to
sound big-time.

But she had to find out. "Oh, gross, Stephen. I can't believe your
cabin ate that many Skittles. That you didn't all barf in your sleeping
bags." Then she took the plunge, "That you weren't barfing it up till
dawn." She paused, red faced.

Stephen paused too. "Uhh, no. We were just having a good time till
dawn." Sandi detected the drop in his voice. He was as red.

Sandi knew she had to be decisive. "So, wanna' go for a walk?"

At the appointed time the two headed along the lake front. Sandi was
nervous, but Kara said just be herself, that she couldn't do better than
that. Kara had looked at her and said that with no make up, no special
outfit, no nothing, Sandi was one sexy girl.

"Stephen, you going steady or anything?"

"Hardly. You?"


The two walked silently for a bit. "Stephen?"


"You ever wanted to go out?"

"I guess."

"Me too."

After another pause, Sandi pursued. "Maybe just at camp, you know?"

"Maybe. But sometimes you just don't..."

"I know." She took his hand and they walked on.



"Maybe, I mean, maybe we could hang out or something. You're kinda

Sandi recognized his thought as a compliment, not a pick-up line gleaned
from boasts in his cabin. "If you wanted to. Just for here, you know."

Stephen laughed, "Just for here." He squeezed her hand.

Sandi liked him. She thought another minute and decided to come clean.
"You know how I said about you guys barfing till dawn, the dawn part?"

He looked down, "I guess."

"Somebody put me up to it, to check you out."

"Somebody wanted to check me out?" now looking at her curiously.

"I mean somebody was trying to help me check you out. About the dawn
part," she added. "It doesn't matter."

Stephen tried to release her hand, but she held fast. He looked down
again. "I don't know, I mean I do know about it, but not about me."

"OK. The funny thing is that the someone who tried to help me just told
me you were cute. The thing is, you're more than that. It was the wrong
reason, this dawn deal, but I'm glad she got me to try."

The two faced each other and kissed. It wasn't like Michael's back
home. It wasn't like Sean's precursor to assumed dominance. It was their
way to think together on the lake front. She paused. "Did you see when
Kara wrestled Martin?"

"No. I'm not in that cabin." He looked down. "They said he made Kara
come big-time."

Sandi didn't correct it. It wasn't that important. She swallowed, but
had to know, "Are you a virgin too?"


"Do it till Dawn" was one day away. Walking to crafts, Sandi turned
toward Kara. "What are you and Tish going to do?"

Kara looked upward, "Well, sure as shit, not show up at the boatyard and
give birds like you pointers."

"Oh." For some reason Sandi felt sad.

Maybe her tinge showed, as Kara followed up, "I think there's four of us
not going, so we'll be OK, maybe have a girls' party ourselves."

Sandi started, stopped, and then started again. "Tara and Mona?"

Kara saved the difficulty of ending. "Me and Tish are just girls too.
We're going to tell stories and eat stuff. Give me a break!"

"You're not going to do it?"

"Do it? Are we talking about sex, per chance? Shoot, no. It's going
to be a girls' night, what half of you in the boatyard will wish you stayed
for." Kara laughed at her prediction.

Kara continued. "For me and Tish, it's pretty much whenever. It's not
like anybody notices when two girls wander off. Not all the shit they'd
think if you slipped off with a boy." She looked at Sandi, "Ever think
anything when you'd come back and me and Tish would be reading side-by-side
on her bunk?"

"You were just reading."

"It's best on your own pillow," with a flutter of Kara's hand.

Later that afternoon, Kara signaled Sandi to wait in the cabin till the
others left. "You know, Sandi, what I think is that maybe you should let
them see your tits at the boatyard."

"Like you let Martin undress you that time? You wanted him to, right?"

"Like I said, girls like to see each other get stripped. It's not like
here in the cabin where we just walk around naked."

"I've never done it before. Been stripped, I mean."

Kara reached around Sandi's jersey, unhooked her and slipped a hand over
Sandi's breast. "You're so pretty. So sweet."

Sandi put her hands on Kara's shoulders.

"Afterwards you tell me, OK?" Kara concluded. "We'll go for a walk.
Like I said, nobody notices when two girls go off."

That night, Becky let everybody know that she couldn't hold off another
24. The rest saw it for what it was, an opportunity to stay her
self-perceived role as leader in things illicit. Let her, thought Sandi.

When Lee Anne was in the shower, Becky made known her plan. "Chris
can't go another 24 either. Once you get in the regular groove, you know."
Sure, thought Sandi. "So Lee Anne's promised to sleep right through a
little activity. Don't hear; don't know, you know. 'Course maybe some of
you sleep lighter." She laughed for effect.

Becky made sure they all knew when she let Chris in sometime after
midnight. She made sure they all heard her toss her sleeping bag to the
floor. She made them hear every possible zipper and snap. She made sure
they all heard the condom process. She made sure they all heard her gasp.
She made them hear how actively she finished.

Even Sandi could distinguish noises made in heat from noises made for
broadcast. The actual coupling lasted not that long, not what Sandi had
been led to believe from the sagas she'd attentively heard Becky document.

Sandi knew the floor-rolling was for effect, but she couldn't refrain
projecting herself expert in Becky's role. Sandi sensed that Kara knew
when her hand took the male role in her own sleeping bag. Sandi sensed
that she wasn't the only one.

The next morning, Becky was pleased to make it known that Chris would
bring plenty of rubbers for all the guys. "Free, even, 'cause he kyped
them. We can't just keep borrowing from Lee Anne."

When Sandi saw Bets, she knew that her friend had masturbated too. The
two held hands on the way to breakfast.

Later that morning, Kara ended a wry observation about mice in their
cabin, "and the main thing is that tonight's your thing. Not just 'you'
you, but you and him." She pondered a possibility, "If we knew which boat,
maybe I could get under the one beside you and we'd have this cricket noise
code. Like one chirp means slow down."

Sandi did her best to look thoughtful. "So what's the code if I'm
facing the wrong way?"

"I'll croak like a frog that swallowed our mouse."

The laughing pair sat down with an arm around the other's shoulders.

Kara's demeanor turned less frivolous. "Seriously, Sandi, can I touch
you just to remind me how pretty you'll be?"

"We'll pretend you're Stephen," Sandi grinned, but then added, "But if
he's off somewhere, you can be Kara," turning inward.

"Nips like jewels," admired her friend, making them emerge with barely a

"Kara, they're not like that because I'm... you know. It's because I
care about you, sort of."

"I know. Sometimes we get confused. I got some shit to figure out


Lee Anne hadn't even bothered to change pajamas. She just waved them
goodbye, pointed toward her blue bag and slipped out the door.

Tara, Mona, Tish and Kara, the four who'd opted out of the boatyard
plan, arranged themselves so they'd be set to talk. The disparity didn't
escape Sandi. Left behind were two girls who wanted to remain virgins and
two girls who could rape them in concert. Sandi wasn't exactly sure how
lesbians went about this, but she'd heard they know how. The ones they do
it to rarely tell and sometimes become lesbians too. It helps to be raped
the right way. But Sandi knew that wouldn't happen here, that Kara would
probably help Tara and Mona figure out how to decide when it was right with
a boy. The four homebodies had purloined a popcorn popper from the camp
kitchen. "We'll save you some, we promise."

Sandi, Dianne, Bets, Shannon and Becky arrived at the boatyard two
minutes after the appointed time. They didn't want to seem too intent.
Stephen, Trace, Jason, Chris and Art were waiting, likewise doing their
best to seem casual. Having made it there, no one seemed sure of the next

"Hi, guys," offered Becky.

A few mumbles in return.

"So," prodded Becky, "just a time to get together."

She laughed awkwardly. One of the boys joined her, probably assuming an
innuendo. This event could fall apart without more guidance, Sandi
realized. Maybe that would be for the better, as Stephen wasn't even
looking up.

"So maybe we just choose our spots." Becky looked at Chris. "We'll take
the one close to the path. Anybody comes snooping, I'll stop them."

Actually, thought Sandi, that was generous. The first couple caught
would be incriminated while the others could be getting presentable.

Becky and Chris made their way between the first boats on the bank.
Shannon and Art were next, not looking at their fellow campers. When Bets
and Jason, hand in hand, started for the third spot, Sandi caught Stephen's
eye and bade him follow. He seemed relieved being told. Sandi wanted Bets
as a neighbor. Dianne and Trace claimed the end space.

The blankets provided the boys' excuse for protracted arrangement.
Sandi slipped off her flip-flops and sat down while Stephen minimized the
wrinkles, then crawled on. Stephen sat beside her and the two looked
across the upturned boats.

The other couples looked confident to Sandi, though she knew that Bets,
for one, was nervous too. Bets caught Sandi's glance and mouthed, "OK."

OK, what, thought Sandi? Bets was OK? You're on your own OK? Stephen
was still looking at the water.

Sandi let her elbow settle in the crook of his. "Hey, Stephen," she
whispered. "You know I really like you for you, not what somebody tells
you to do."


"So we don't have to do anything we don't want."

"OK." He broke his lakeward gaze and looked at Sandi. "Maybe you'll
kiss me, though?"

Sandi almost giggled in relief. Of course she'd kiss him! She gave him
one on the cheek, just lightly. Bets and Jason were kissing too. On the
lips. She twisted her head around to find Stephen's mouth.

He let her kiss him for just a moment, and then wrapped his arms around
her shoulders. She beckoned her tongue against his. Sandi wanted Stephen.

Kara's being undressed came to Sandi, how Kara had said that girls want
to see other girls. It took but moment for Sandi to pull her sweatshirt
over her head. Bets followed suit. To Sandi, they were stripping one
another. Somehow Sandi knew how Kara and Tish made love.

She wasn't sure if Stephen noticed her lace, but knew when he saw her
nipples harden beneath. She gave him only enough time to barely squeeze
before she thrust his wrist around her side. He fumbled with her snaps
until a fortuitous squeeze disengaged all three hooks at once.

She started to tremble.

She lifted her arms so Stephen could remove her bra. The lake breeze
swirled around breasts, ivory in the starlight, areolae no larger than a
teaspoon, nipples pea-sized. She'd always seen them as pointy, a girl's,
but here they looked rounder, almost a woman's.

She lifted Stephen's jersey and he pulled it off the rest of the way.
His nipples were as hard as hers.

Looking to the side, she watched Bets bare breasted. As Stephen's
tongue again found Sandi's, her friend disappeared with a salute.


The rest would be about boyfriends. Sandi pulled Stephen onto their
blanket so that whatever happened now would be out of sight. The stars
magnified the sound of cold water lapping on the shore. Looking upward,
hulls were their walls on either side. The constellations seemed close.

Stephen pushed his face to hers, "Sandi, you're beautiful."

Maybe I am beautiful, she thought. To Stephen. To Bets. To Kara.

Stephen bit his lip and placed his hand on her stomach. He hesitated,
then whispered, "I can do it, but maybe not very good. Just if you want

Whispers, breathing, muffled promises and proclamations around them.
Some Antlers were well on their way. She sucked her tummy in as much as
she could. "I want to."

She worked her knee between Stephen's thighs. Stephen slid his hand to
the snap on her shorts and twisted it open. "Chris gave me something."

Sandi lifted her hips. "Not this time." They both knew the meaning of
"this time"; there'd never be another. Practicing on the banana seemed so
long ago, so childish.

His hand played on her panties, her sparse hair bouncing within. When
her shorts intervened, Stephen pushed them to her knees and then off. The
two looked at the fabric bulge between her thighs, the span of ridge to dip
to ridge. Sandi parted her thighs until Stephen could trace two fingers
along the cotton's outer sides and a middle finger along the depression
between. Her stripping should be perfect, as parley, not as conquest.

Stephen's touch pressed the cotton against her bud. Her hips rustled
the blanket, a whisper in the sounds of the lakeshore, until he slipped
within her panties, through her wispy fleece, between her parting lips and
upon the seed-like hardness.

Sandi bounced with each tiny stroke. When his fingertip slackened, her
pursuit returned him to her tiny organ. Her nose sensed a feminine overlay
on the fresh lake air, as her ears registered the arousal of those around
her. Her impending orgasm welled.

Sandi drew her hand up the inside of Stephen's jeans and had grasped his
thrust before she realized what she was holding. It was distinct even
within the folds of the denim, its hardness dispelling any question about
it being a delicate organ. Her other hand attacked his belt. The button
beneath required just a twist and he was already lifting so she'd find his
zipper. Beneath that were his underpants, the final barrier just the
elastic. She slipped her hand within.

His penis seemed warm, moist, larger than she'd sensed from the outside.
Sandi realized what her friends meant about masturbating a boy, how you
could drive the looseness up and down, slack skin on ready substance.

"You're so big." She wanted to say something and didn't know what else
to say.

She pushed off his pants and pulled him toward her until the back of his
wrist lay on the back of hers. Each could manually satisfy the other's
wide-eyed lust. But wanting to be now a woman, she pushed Stephen's wrist
away and pulled him nearer until their naked erections caressed.

They held themselves so until the suddenness of her pelvis broke the
kiss and propelled him from her clitoris, down her slickened labia and to
her openness.

The woman part of her would know what to do, she prayed. Indeed, her
instinctive muscular contraction succumbed to innate complicity as he
penetrated. With each push, Sandi felt her muscles relax; her tissue
soften; her juices smooth, her body tingle.

When Stephen was at last fully within, the two held each other in
motionless acknowledgement. It was only after they were fully coupled that
Sandi began again to raise and drop her hips, rubbing his masculinity
within her flesh. Slowly they began intercourse.

Around them, muted cries of exhortation, exertion and ecstasy mingled
with the night. The rocking sounds of boy on girl merged with the waves.

The two virgins concentrated on their stroking. Slumber party stories
were always about either foreplay or climax. The time intervening was the
delicacy of which she'd not been told.

At last they begin their ascent toward orgasm. Tenderness succumbed to
puppy-like challenges unspoken. Follow me. Take the lead. Hang on till I
let you go. Delighting caresses succumbed to smothering kisses.

His body drove against hers; hers thrashed back. The two were fucking.

Sandi heard nothing, though afterwards Bets told her that she'd gasped
with each thrust. Sandi's orgasm soared above the boats, the boatyard, the
camp, the lake, everywhere.

Stephen shuddered her so much that she feared she'd expel him, but she
remained attached to accept his last seeds. She squeezed and squeezed, and
to her delight, felt another wave herself.

Only in descent did Sandi realize that she was both energized and
exhausted. She'd made love. Perhaps she hardly yet knew Stephen enough to
love all of him, she later admitted to Bets, but whatever stage this was,
they'd still made love. Bets had heard them and it was real.

The plan, of course, was to do it till dawn. But somehow all five
Antlers knew that it was about doing it once together.

She'd seen Bets stripped and Bets had seen her. That was part of the
story too. As Kara said, girls like to see girls. But nudity residual to
lovemaking was for Stephen alone. The couple dressed lying on their backs.

Heads popped up between the hulls. With goodnight kisses, the campers
retreated. Sandi and Bets held hands on the path to Antlers, each knowing
that they were wonderfully older.


When you're not quite fifteen, life's issues tend to be the social ones.
The big issue, of course, is boys. That's pretty much the reason for
coming to camp, to meet boys your folks won't even know about, to discover
stuff. Back home, everybody knows everything, but camp's what you make of

Next year Sandi would be back. So would Bets. The two didn't know
about Stephen or Jason. If the guys returned, the girls would double date
where they could strip together and hear each other's lovemaking. They'd
make the guys use rubbers.

If Stephen and Jason didn't come back, at least Sandi and Bets would
know how to flirt. But Bets added, "You know what? We'll have a good time
whoever shows up."

The two would have a great time, acknowledged Sandi. They ended up
sisters, hands held for mutual encouragement. The two checked in as girls
who wanted to discover something about guys. The two found guys who were,
in fact, the sort their parents might even like. The two showed their
breasts and felt the breeze. The two lost their virginities just a rowboat
apart. They'd given themselves freely and to boys with whom they wanted to
share it. The fact that they both climaxed was cause for more popcorn
after they returned to Antlers. Boys brag; girls celebrate, Kara had

Kara had warned that afterwards Sandi would wonder if it was right.
Physically Sandi was a proud little hen, but that didn't say much about
validity. She was happy because Stephen was happy and she knew that he was
happy because she was happy. She and Bets decided that some things are
just meant to be circular.

Stephen had been so sweet; Sandi decided, that she might love a guy like
him even if they didn't have sex. Bets countered that sex was biologically
necessary. They both pointed out that the other was arguing from a very
small sample size. They'd give it more thought. "No," said Bets, "more

"Do it till Dawn", Kara had observed afterwards, was a camp activity
like the snipe hunt; a "rite", she called it. She'd given Sandi her
big-sister look, illustrating, "Like now you don't go goo-goo when you meet
two assholes on the path."

Sandi and Bets were checking out as young women who realized they would
never discover everything. That was the best part. Maybe next year they'd
discover they were a super canoe team. Maybe they'd discover something
more about guys, even. Probably about sex, but maybe more. They'd do it
together. Sandi had never had a sister with whom to discover things.

She'd gained two sisters, actually. Kara's was the hand that led her to
find her own pace, realize her questions, discover. Kara may have been a
"shit-load smarter" about a lot, but was still a sister exploring the world
too. Sandi had never had a sister to help her along the path. She'd never
had a sister who, after the deed, could tell her that even when the
"wonderful" dulls a little, it's still "neater than ice cream." How could
Sandi not love her?

Sandi cried when she saw Kara stuffing her duffel. It didn't matter
what the others thought. She ran over and gave her friend a big kiss on
the lips. Quick as a wink, before any of the others could register it,
Sandi flicked her tongue against Kara's. Kara flicked back. That's how
they said goodbye.

As she wouldn't be back either, Becky took it upon herself to transfer
her authority.

"So Sandi, you get it going next year, OK? My idea is you maybe draw
names. Whatta you think? Horny, right? Maybe then everyone will want to
keep at it till dawn, like it says. You gotta remind the new girls about
using rubbers. The thing is, Chris had me going so much that I about peed.
Really! He sucked me so hard that I came in his mouth. Ever suck a guy?"

Sandi's thoughts had already emigrated. Bets close by. Stephen asking.
Stephen deep inside. How she squeezed him while he climaxed. How the next
day, she and Kara walked to the mossy patch by the fallen log. How Kara
said nothing when Sandi put a blanket in her daypack and had then put
Sandi's pillow in hers. How Kara stripped her and she, Kara. When they'd
kissed, how she'd melted like a marshmallow.

Camp was about boys. She was pretty much about boys too; Sandi knew
that much. Kara was about discovering that love's a larger issue.


anonymous readerReport

2011-04-22 17:28:11
I wonder how many readers masterbated at some point in the story?


2008-03-18 04:36:23
Dame good man!!!!!!!!!
Looking forward for more


2007-09-02 22:25:58
OMG that was a great story!!!!!!!


2005-10-16 00:59:24
it was just a little to long but very good, keep writing!!!!


2005-09-27 02:06:50
holly, dont let the ignorant get you down. This story was all sex. great sex at that. Some people just dont understand that the suspense of the chase is the most important part of the ritual of the sex and can be more exciting.

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