Last Night at Camp

by Nicolette Dane

  LAST NIGHT AT CAMP

  First Time Lesbian Romance

  Nicolette Dane

  Copyright © 2016 Nicolette Dane

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All romantically involved characters within this book are consenting adults over the age of 18 and are not related by blood. All rights reserved.

  About The Author

  Nicolette Dane landed in Chicago after studying writing in New York City. She flitted in and out of various jobs until she decided to choose herself and commit to writing full-time. Nico most enjoys writing about young sapphic love. Her stories are realistic scenarios of blossoming lesbian romance and voyeuristic tales meant to give you a bit of a peep show into the lives of sensual and complicated young women. Be sure to check out Nico’s Amazon Author Profile for more lesbian romance!

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  Table Of Contents

  Last Night At Camp

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  LAST NIGHT AT CAMP

  *

  “DO IT! DO it! Do it!” chanted the crowd of fellow camp counselors behind them. Molly and Krista stood at the edge of the decrepit dock, both clad in their bikinis, holding hands, nervously looking over the edge and into the lake. Lake Pinebush was quite deep at this particular shore, and while neither girl had trouble swimming, anybody would have to muster up the courage to make this leap.

  “You’ll get to make the first timers do it next year!” shouted a male voice from the crowd.

  “It’s not that bad!” shouted a female voice.

  Molly and Krista looked at one another, both nervously smiling, trying to find the mettle in the eyes of the other. It was the end of their first year as counselors at Camp Pinebush, all the campers had already left earlier that morning, and this was the last night for the counselors. After tomorrow, the camp would be empty until next summer.

  Both Molly and Krista had attended the camp in their younger days, but now that they were 18 years old and about to enter college, they had been allowed to become counselors. As was the custom, all new counselors had to jump into Lake Pinebush’s deepest shore point from the rickety old dock on the last day of camp.

  “We can do this,” said Molly, looking into the eyes of her friend. “It’s not that scary.”

  “How deep is it?” asked Krista.

  “It’s only like twenty feet,” said Molly.

  “Okay,” said Krista. “Are you ready?”

  “Ready as I’ll ever be,” said Molly.

  The girls gripped each other’s hand tighter and started their run in unison, sprinting down the dock, navigating its loose boards with their bare feet, neither wanting to trip and fall flat on their face before the jump. As they ran, the crowd of counselors cheered them on with hoots and hollers, screams of encouragement, and loud whistles. Molly and Krista reached the end of the dock, still hand-in-hand, and leapt into the air as high and as far as they could.

  As they floated, it was almost as if time moved in slow motion. There was no longer a dock below them, only air, and once they reached the apex of their jump they each spread out their free arm and kicked their legs as though they were riding bicycles. Upon their descent, they looked at each other with excited terror on their faces, mouths open wide, anticipation of the splash in the forefront of their minds.

  The girls hit the water with a loud crack, kicking up a monster splash in their wake. They dropped well below the surface of the lake, kicking to stop the underwater inertia, and they both immediately started to swim back to the top with great haste. The water was murky with vegetation, pieces of torn lily pads, and various other detritus clouding their view as they made their way up.

  Molly popped up out of the water first, taking a large gulp of breath as she broke the surface, her hands instantly pushing her soaked blonde hair back and out of her face. She wiped the water out of eyes and spat, blotting at her mouth and nose and to get the taste of lake water out. Everybody cheered as she breached, and a chant of “Go Molly, Go Molly, Go Molly, Go!” could be heard from a few of the counselors.

  Next came Krista, shooting up out of the water about ten feet away from Molly. As she surfaced, her torso bobbing up and exposed to about her hips, it was apparent that she had lost her bikini top in the jump. Her small breasts were available for all the counselors to see, beads of water glistened over her chest, her tiny nipples dark pink against the pale white flesh of her tits and demonstrating an obvious tan-line made by a summer spent in a bikini.

  The noise from their fellow counselors was deafening, both guys and girls alike screaming at the top of their lungs as Krista’s tits came into view. Two male counselors high-fived, while most everybody laughed and shouted and made lurid comments.

  Krista pulled her black hair back, wringing it out, and wiped the water out of her face before she realized what happened. Looking down, she saw her bare chest as she floated in the lake and quickly covered herself with her hands amid ongoing squawks from the people still on the shore.

  “Screw you all!” Krista shouted jokingly, she too laughing at the situation.

  Molly swam toward Krista, giggling with the rest, and hugged her friend tightly. Krista returned Molly’s hug, half using her to cover up her chest, when Molly tangled her legs into Krista’s hindering Krista’s ability to tread. Molly squealed and flailed her arms but the two girls quickly sank back underwater. Just as fast as they had sunk, they popped back up, again tending to their hair and faces, Molly laughing and splashing at her friend while Krista stifled a blush and covered up her bare tits.

  “Find my top!” commanded Krista, splashing water toward Molly with one hand while her opposite arm concealed her chest.

  “It’s right over there,” said Molly, pointing toward the black bikini top floating in the water. She dove in promptly, breaking into a crawl stroke and easily swam toward Krista’s garment. Retrieving her friend’s top, she draped it over the front of her neck and then lazily backstroked back in Krista’s direction.

  “Oh, take your time,” said Krista. “Real nice.”

  Molly floated alongside Krista now, stomach up, and offered her outstretched neck. Krista quickly grabbed her top from Molly’s neck and immediately began fitting it back over her chest, reaching around behind her back to tightly secure the bikini to her body.

  “Aw, come on!” shouted a male voice from the crowd.

  “Stuff it, Billy!” said Krista as she finished tying her top.

  “You sure gave them a show,” said Molly, treading next to her friend. Both girls bobbed up and down in the lake, floating languidly and expertly as the late afternoon sun shined down onto them.

  “Yeah,” said Krista. “Now I’ll be known as the girl who showed her tits to the entire staff,” she said, sarcastically pouting and then sticking her tongue out. “Should be a great thing to be remembered for.”

  “You show your tits to me, like, everyday,” said Molly with a laugh.

  “Yeah, but you’re my roommate!” exclaimed Krista. “Now Billy and Grant and Peter hav
e all seen my tits. I’ll never hear the end of it from those douchebags!”

  “It won’t be so bad,” said Molly. “Hey, at least nobody had a camera!”

  “We don’t know that quite yet,” said Krista.

  “I know you’re not really upset,” said Molly. “Stop the pity party.” Molly floated toward Krista and wrapped her arms around her body, embracing her friend and offering mock-comfort. She sweetly laid her head on Krista’s shoulder.

  “I’m not,” admitted Krista. “I just know I’m gonna catch shit for it, that’s all.”

  “Well, let’s get it over with,” said Molly.

  “Fine,” said Krista.

  Releasing their embrace, the two girls started their swim back to the shore as their fellow counselors anxiously awaited their return from the dock. The din of their enthusiasm increased as Molly and Krista closed in on the shore, boys and girls alike screaming their names, chanting camp sayings, and even one shout of “Show us your tits!” echoing out over the lake.

  What a summer it had been.

  *

  Back in their cabin, Molly and Krista both sat naked on their beds, each running a comb through their hair, fresh from of the shower and drying out. Krista stood up from her bed and tossed her comb down onto it. She arched her back out to stretch and then looked down to her sun-kissed body. She had become quite tan over the summer, the difference apparent when juxtaposed with the white strips of skin over her chest and crotch.

  “Ugh,” said Krista, looking down to her mound of long curly pubic hair. She ran her fingers through it and teased it out. “I’ll be happy to get back to my electric clippers,” she said.

  “Just use scissors,” said Molly. “That’s what I did this summer.”

  “I just get scared that I’m going to cut my pussy or something,” Krista said, still playing with her fur down below.

  “Here,” said Molly, standing up. She took a pair of scissors out of her toiletry bag and approached Krista, extending the scissors out for her to grab. “Take these.”

  “No way,” said Krista. “I told you.”

  “You’re such a dweeb,” said Molly. “I’ll do it.” Molly got down on the ground in front of Krista and reached out toward her pubis to grab a tuft of fur.

  “What? No!” said Krista, swatting at her lightly. “Get out of here.”

  “Just let me do it,” said Molly. “Cool your jets.”

  “If you cut me, Molly,” said Krista. “I swear to God.”

  “I’m not going to cut you,” said Molly. “Just hold still.”

  Molly pinched a cluster of Krista’s pubes between her fingers and brought the scissors up, swiftly snipping the hair off and placed it into a pile on the floor. Krista watched on cautiously, her hands on her hips, starring down at her friend as she trimmed. Deftly maneuvering around Krista’s flesh, Molly made short work of her friend’s grown out bush, easily snipping off clump after clump of the black hair. After only a minute or two, Molly had finished and upon gathering the pile of cut hair from the floor she stood up and presented it to Krista.

  “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” said Molly, playfully placing the bunch of shorn fur into Krista’s hand.

  “Thank you,” said Krista, looking down and running her fingers through her now tidied and short pubic mound. “It looks good.”

  “You’ve got a nice pussy,” said Molly friskily. Without warning, she reached between Krista’s legs and gave her pussy lips a soft squeeze, then quickly withdrew her hand with a cackling laugh.

  “Hey!” said Krista, trying to whack Molly’s hand but instead swatting only air.

  “Last night at Camp Pinebush,” said Molly, jokingly wistful, pressing her hands together as though she were praying, then bringing them up to her cheek. “And Krista gets her bush whacked.”

  “Oh yeah?” said Krista, spiritedly stepping toward Molly. “Well, I pine for your bush!” Krista leapt onto Molly, tackling her down to the bed. With one hand she reached down between Molly’s thighs and grabbed onto the fleshy folds of her pussy while Krista’s other hand, still holding her cut pubes, came up toward Molly’s face and pushed the hair onto Molly’s mouth and nose.

  “Hey!” exclaimed Molly, trying to force her friend off of her. She closed her mouth tightly and batted at Krista’s hand as it pressed the pubes against her face. Meanwhile, Krista’s other hand pinched Molly’s labia together and wagged them back and forth.

  Molly slapped Krista’s hands and arms but also hurriedly tried to wipe the pubes off of her mouth. She thrashed her head and pushed at Krista’s body, attempting to shove her off. Molly was smaller than Krista, however, and was the underdog in this fight.

  “I win!” said Krista, giving Molly’s pussy a tender slap as she jumped off of her friend and to her feet, standing over the bed with a grin spread across her face.

  “Ppphhhtttthh,” was the noise that came from Molly’s vibrating mouth as she expelled Krista’s pubic hair from between her lips. She wiped at her face and squinted her eyes shut, desperate to clean her mouth.

  Krista laughed as she watched Molly.

  “I try to help you,” started Molly, banishing the last of the pubes from her mouth with a dry spit. “And this is how you repay me.”

  “I’m a bitch,” said Krista. “What can I say?”

  Molly kicked herself up from Krista’s bed and charged toward her friend now, hands extended. She collided into Krista who was forced to backpedal and the two girls, both giggling as they tussled, moved toward the other side of the small cabin room and landed onto Molly’s bed, Krista with her back on the sheets and Molly on top of her. Both girls were still shower-damp and now perspiring from their play-fight, their naked and humid skin sticking together.

  While on top of Krista, Molly slid up Krista’s splayed body and plopped her rear side down onto Krista’s face, placing her crotch over Krista’s mouth.

  “Now who’s laughing?” said Molly, applying her weight to Krista’s face.

  Krista reached up and grabbed Molly’s thighs, holding her legs down, and started to rub her mouth against Molly’s pussy, letting her tongue creep out from between her lips and flicking it against Molly’s moist labia.

  “Hey!” exclaimed Molly. “What are you doing?”

  Krista slurped at Molly’s pussy lips at first as though she had a vendetta against her friend, like she was punishing her. She gripped Molly’s thighs tighter to keep her down and Molly struggled. As this happened, Molly felt embarrassed and caught off guard, but her mindset suddenly changed as Krista’s attention on her pussy began to make her feel undeniably good.

  “Krista,” said Molly calmly, no longer rebellious. “Hey, Krista.” Molly reached down between her own legs and touched Krista’s wet black hair.

  “Mmmm?” Krista murmured, her lips vibrating against Molly’s underside.

  “What are you doing?” asked Molly again.

  Molly could feel Krista’s shoulders shrug underneath her. Krista’s hands started to rub up and down Molly’s thighs softly, no longer gripping Molly down. Her tongue lapped upwards against Molly’s pussy, moving from Molly’s taint up to her clit. The flesh of Molly’s crevasses and inner thighs stuck to Krista’s face as she now lovingly licked her friend.

  Outside the sun had set and the cabin was growing darker, lit only by the orange light of an old lamp hung by a chain in the corner of the room. A gentle late summer breeze blew in from the open windows and through the screen door at the front of their one-room cabin. The sounds of crickets could be heard from the forest just outside and these noises began to mingle with the subtle sighs coming from Molly’s mouth as her friend paid her an increasingly lustier notice.

  “What if someone comes in?” said Molly quietly. “Mmm,” she moaned, unable to stop herself.

  Krista’s tongue pressed deeply against Molly’s pussy now, parting her labia, the tip of Krista’s tongue touching Molly’s moist hole. Her tongue moved against the fleshy pink folds, lapping upwards, traci
ng a line up between Molly’s puffy and aching lips.

  “Oh,” groaned Molly. “That feels really nice.” She closed her eyes, straightening up as she sat on her friend’s face. Molly couldn’t help herself and she reached her hands down to fondle her own chest, rubbing her tits up and down with her palms. As she got more into the groove, Molly bounced her haunches softly atop Krista.

  Her slurping growing louder and more passionate, Krista kept one hand on Molly’s thigh and reached the other around to her ass. She palmed one of Molly’s ass cheeks and allowed her thumb to creep into Molly’s crack. Tenderly, she massaged Molly’s asshole in small circles, rubbing the rippled pleats, caressing down to Molly’s taint, using some of the moisture dripping from Molly’s pussy to lubricate her finger as she fiddled.

  “This is so bad,” whispered Molly now, yet her postures and actions belied her words. Her body language told a different story. Inside she felt slightly confused, unsure, embarrassed but it was hard to deny the fervent pleasure that her friend was giving her. She didn’t know what to think, nor could she think straight. All she knew was that this sudden tryst was extremely satisfying. This encounter, this attention, made hot lusty thoughts of Krista bubble up in Molly’s mind, hidden thoughts that she may have entertained in private but previously would have never vocalized.

  “You’re beautiful,” said Molly instinctively and uncensored. She could feel the wetness of Krista’s tongue licking the length of her womanhood and every time Krista settled onto Molly’s clit it sent shivers up her spine.

  Krista slurped and suckled, now focusing on Molly’s clit. She opened her lips up and placed them around Molly’s clit, sucking softly, drinking from it, manipulating it with the tip of her tongue, the juices that covered Molly’s pussy dripping over her mouth and chin. Krista’s actions coupled with the sensual sounds of being eaten out sent Molly’s mind into a tailspin and she grew lightheaded and woozy. Not only could she feel the drenched wetness between her thighs, but she could feel the wetness of Krista’s shower-damp hair on her legs.