Fucking Co-worker at Church Camp

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A true account about fucking an engaged girl at a church camp when both of us were on staff for the summer. We were both still inexperienced, but it was sooooo much fun.

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I had recently been introduced to sex in my first year of university by a 19 year-old girl who was in her second year. Completely naked bodies in real life and real time, with me getting to put my cock into a pussy for the first time. It was quite a revelation to a young lad who had, to that point, simply gotten off with my imagination, Playboy magazines, a hard cock, and my hand, sometimes up to five or six times per day on a good day. I had longed for the real thing, and she had been willing to extend the invitation. Although it was only the one time, it was a very good day. A complete awakening. I was hooked, and wanted more real sex. Much, much more.

In the late fall, I applied for the next year’s summer employment at a church camp that my family had gone to every summer for as long as I could remember. It was a lakefront camp that had cabins, staff dormitories, huge fields, orchards, a gymnasium and cafeteria.

In March, I was offered the job. I had the qualifications to be a lifeguard, which is what I was primarily hired to do. Secondary duties were assisting other staff on an as-needed basis. This meant whatever needed doing in helping others, and “other related duties” like roofing, construction, grounds work. It would be the unofficial “other related duties” in helping staff that I enjoyed the most.

I travelled to the camp pretty much right after the school year ended, arriving there a few days into May. I was one of the first summer staff members to arrive. Immediately after stepping off the bus, I found that my luggage had been misplaced or stolen, so I arrived with nothing but the clothes I was wearing. I called my parents, and they sent me some money so I could get clothes. Sufficiently clothed, I got on with helping in readying the camp for the upcoming summer.

There were a number of permanent staff at the camp for the courses the camp had throughout the year, and for maintaining it year-round. I found myself helping out with moving irrigation pipe out to the various fields, cleaning up the beach area of the garbage that had blown in over the winter, putting a new roof on one of the residences. Anything that needed doing was done by whoever had the skills, or who could learn them.

Over the next few weeks, other staff began showing up. Groundskeepers, housekeeping, kitchen assistants, the other lifeguard, kids’ program teachers. It was a pretty full complement of staff with around 30 or so of us. I was enamoured with a few of the girls.

One day in June, it was time to put the metal tower in the lake to be the outer marker for the swim area. We tied five solid wood paddle boards together and then six of us lifted the metal tower onto the paddle boards, then moved it out into the lake to the proper spot. Being a qualified swimmer, and the fact that the lake was still bloody cold, I was the one who was volunteered to get into the water, without a wetsuit, to remove the paddle boards near the base of the tower while the ones in the boat made sure the top part of the tower didn’t slip off the paddle boards. They lifted the top of the tower as the paddle boards were removed, and the tower base went into the water while the top stayed upright, and settled into place. It worked, and the tower was in place. If it had gone wrong, we would have had to get the tractor, a chain, and I would have to attach the chain to the tower to drag it out of the water and start the process again. Fortunately, all went well, and I didn’t get hypothermia. Then, I installed the ropes of buoys to attach to the beach, and the dock, using the rowboat. The lake was best from mid-July until the end of the summer. Mid-June was not.

Around mid-June, all of the summer staff had arrived. We would meet in the lounge of the dormitory whenever we weren’t doing anything. Our dorms were co-ed. So were the washrooms and individual showers. It was a bit weird at first, but we were all around the same age, and we got used to it. I did like the fact that there would be naked women in showers to either side of me, and my cock would usually be hard all the time.

I had been getting to know Angie since her room was right across the hall from mine. We would go to the ice cream stand a few blocks away with the group in the evenings. One time, she asked if she could taste the ice cream that I had ordered.

I said, Yeah, sure. It’s really good; I think you’ll like it.”

I moved my cone close to her mouth, let her have a lick, and as she was commenting on how good the rum and raisin flavour was, I drove it forward into her nose. She looked totally shocked, then burst out laughing. After that, we were total buddies. She was blonde, about 5’6″ tall, just a little bit on the chubby side, a huge smile, bubbly personality, and had a good sense of humour. It’s etimesgut escort the sense of humour that usually motivates me to get to know them more. Well, that and the fact that she had huge boobs. I like boobs. Boobs are a fine and noble motivation for wanting to get to know them more.

One evening in later June when a few of us were in the lounge in the main building where our dorm wings were, one of the girls who travelled from across the country to be there was in the conversation. Another guy, who was a bit of a stoner was there, too. He started making some innuendos, suggesting that Angie, who was sitting with her legs open while wearing jeans, might be broadcasting some sexual signals.

Angie responded, “Just because I have my legs open doesn’t mean I’m advertising that I want sex,” holding up her left hand and showing a ring, “and besides, I’m engaged. Sitting this way is just comfortable in this chair.”

That seemed to shut him down. He would later hook up with another girl and bang her all the time. It was always an interesting walk down his dorm wing when they were going at it.

After the conversation was over, Angie and I left the lounge and went for a walk down by the beach.

I said, “I think Frank was a bit out of line in there in front of everyone when he made those comments about you sitting with your legs open. It was kind of crass.”

She said, “It doesn’t bug me much. He probably won’t do it again.”

I asked her, “So, you’re here, a couple of thousand miles away from Blaine. How are you doing with that, being engaged?”

She replied, “I’ve only been here a week or so, and I miss him a lot. I knew I’d be coming here for the summer, but I didn’t know it would be this hard. Just thinking about the distance makes me want to go back to him.”

I responded, “Yeah, I was wondering about that. It must be kind of strange, leaving him to be here with a bunch of people you don’t know very well, even though that part of it is getting better now that you’ve made friends with others, and with me. But I have to tell you something. I’m getting to like you quite a bit after getting to know you since you arrived.”

She looked at me, “I’m liking you, too, and it’s a bit confusing.”

I asked, “How is that confusing? We’re getting to be friends.”

She continued, “Well, I’m engaged to Blaine, and I like you, too. It’s a bit confusing since I’m getting married to him next year, but here I am in a church camp that might as well be a million miles away instead of a couple of thousand, liking another guy at the same time.”

I replied, “I can see your dilemma. Do you want me to fade away and get to know some of the other girls?”

“What? No! We’re friends, and I want to get to know you more.”

She was looking like she was holding something back. I said, “I can see you have something on your mind that you haven’t said out loud. What’s up?”

She said, “Can I trust you? I mean, we’re at a church camp.”

I said, “I think we’ve already established at least some trust. Whatever you tell me will never go any further.”

She said, “Okay. Blaine and I have had sex. I know, I know, my dad’s a minister and I’m supposed to be the good church girl, but I guess I’m not by church standards because we’re not married. Are you surprised?”

I asked, “Not at all. I think it’s cool. I just had sex for the first time in the past year.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It was awesome and awkward. How did it happen for you?”

She said, “You want me to tell you about Blaine and I having sex for the first time?”

I replied, “Yeah, of course. Since we’re already talking about it, I’d like to know how it all came about, what happened, and how it was for you, if you’re willing to tell me. Tell me yours, and I’ll tell you mine.”

She looked at me to determine if I was really serious. I nodded. She began, “We had been getting to know each other for a couple of years. He’s a couple of years older than me, and he has his own place. The getting to know each other part of it eventually turned into dating, then serious dating. I was at his place one evening for dinner. We had a nice dinner, and then afterwards, he kissed me. We’d kissed a bunch before, but this was different. It was like a spark had exploded into a bonfire in me. We had talked about it before, but that night, I just let myself go. I’d felt turned on before, but not like this, not in this way. I kissed him back, hard, and things got hotter and hotter. I started moaning because I was turned on, and that turned him on more. I started unbuckling his belt, his hands started roaming on my boobs. I was ready to go, and wasn’t worried about anything. I’m on the pill because I knew that it was possible that we might have sex at some point. I just didn’t know when, until that night.”

I interjected, ” Sorry for interrupting. Wise choice you made, apparently. Go on.”

She continued, “We moved to his bedroom. As I was getting etlik escort his belt and pants undone, he was working at unbuttoning my shirt. He asked if I was okay with what we were doing, and I said I was. He got my shirt unbuttoned, moved it aside and just looked at my boobs. He touched them through my bra, taking his time. My heart rate was increasing, and my breathing got faster as his hands cupped my boobs. It was the first time I’d been handled by a man, and it was amazing!. I helped him get my shirt off all the way, and then I reached around behind me, unsnapped my bra, tossed it aside so my boobs were on full display. He bent down and put his lips on my nipple, and I felt an incredible rush. My boobs are big enough that I can barely lick my nipples, but having a man do it was way better than I thought it could be. I grabbed the back of his head and squashed his face into my boobs. He loved that, and with another hand, started rolling and pinching my other nipple, which made me crazier. He alternated nipples, and at the same time, unbuttoned my pants and undid the zipper.”

I said, “Sounds like it was getting fun.” My cock was getting hard listening to her describe it.

She said, “Yeah, it was. I undid his shirt and ripped it off him. Then I pushed him back onto the bed. I was on top of him, kissing him, his hands roaming all over my back. Then he got his hands into my pants and started pushing them down. I lifted my hips to make it easier for him, and he got them down my thighs. I got up and kicked them off so I was completely naked for the first time with him. I told him he had to do the same, so he lifted his butt and pulled his pants down as far as he could, then I grabbed the cuffs at his ankles and pulled them off all the way. I got back on the bed and started playing with his hard…ummm…thing. It was the first time I’d ever done that. It was pretty amazing, seeing it for the first time. I couldn’t believe how hard it was.”

I said, “Yeah, I guess we can get that way, given the right motivation. Do continue.”

She laughed and nodded, “Well, that night, we had sex for the first time. I laid on my back on his bed, and since we were both out of control, he just put it in me and started going at it. I loved it. I was a virgin, and didn’t care about the church norms at that point. All I wanted was sex, sex, sex! We were so aroused being with each other that we pretty much went the whole night having sex, experimenting with different positions, taking little breaks, but kept going until we were exhausted and fell asleep. It was amazing doing it for the first time, with the man I loved.”

I suggested, “It sounds like it was a good time for both of you.”

She said, “It was an incredible night. We’ve had sex just about every day since.”

I said, “I understand now why you miss him. But here you are a couple of thousand miles away without him. It must be a bit difficult now and then.”

“You have no idea.”


I said, “I think I do. In the fall, I had sex for the first time with a girl at university. It was just one time, but it seems to be all I think about, now that it’s happened. We did a road trip on a long weekend. Her girlfriend came along, and we met up with her boyfriend at a motel a couple of hundred miles away. Cathy and I were in one bed; her girlfriend and her boyfriend were in the other bed. He was feeling her boobs and doing all the nice things to her. Cathy and I were watching. I found it super hot. My cock was rock hard, and I was so confused about what to do with a real woman. It was incredibly stimulating, and I was super horny. Cathy and I had been hugging, and my hand was roaming on her chest but not quite touching her boobs. She took my hand in hers, and guided it to her boob, so I took it, massaged it, and I just got harder. Nothing happened that night with any of us, but it was wonderful.”

Angie asked, “So when did it happen?”

I continued, “The next night after we’d travelled, seen the sights, we got back to the room. Her girlfriend and her boyfriend got another room, and Cathy and I were alone. It was strange, I was nervous. She said she couldn’t get pregnant, so that was a reasonable invitation for me. We got naked, got in bed, and she wanted me in her immediately. Who was I to argue? I had a naked woman in front of me who wanted me to stuff my cock into her, so I did. It was amazing, feeling it go into a woman for the first time. Then I just started moving back and forth, enjoying the moment, looking at her under me, her boobs moving to the motion, watching her have as much fun as I was having. After a while, I knew I was going to cum, and I exploded in her. It was an incredible feeling shooting it all into her without worrying about her getting pregnant. She exploded, too. It was amazing watching her when that happened. After that, I just wanted sex all the time.”

Angie looked at me and said, “You do? All the time?”

I confirmed, “All the time.”

She eyüp escort said, “I really miss it, too.”

There was a pause in the conversation. I think we both knew where it was heading, and didn’t quite know what to say. We had become friends. We liked each other. And here we were, talking about our sexual experiences.

I finally broke the silence, “I like you, Angie, and I know you like me. I know you’re engaged and you miss Blaine and the sex you’ve had with him. I’ve had sex and I’ve wanted more ever since that first time. I’m going to ask you, without an expectation of anything happening, and for you to know that even if the answer is no, you have my assurance that we’ll still be friends for the summer. What do you think of…”

She broke in, “Us? Having sex? I hadn’t thought about it until now, but I don’t know how I’d feel. I know that would be cheating on Blaine, but I miss sex. I REALLY miss it. I’d have to say that I’m not sure at this point.”

“Okay. As much as I want it, I’ll tell you what. Think about it for a bit. Let me know your concerns if you have them. Let’s just talk it through. It sounds like it’s not a ‘No,’ but it also sounds like it’s not quite a yes. Is that fair to say?”

Angie said, “I’m not sure. I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it.”

We continued on with our walk, discussing things more, then heading back to our dorm rooms and saying goodnight.

The next day, she sat with a few other colleagues who were doing the same job she was doing at breakfast at the cafeteria, but she kept looking at me. I smiled, said good morning, and went on with my day. I thought, “She’s thinking about it.” I got hard walking back to my dorm room. I may or may not have jerked off when I got back to my room, thinking about seeing her big tits. Okay; I did.

Later that day, we all had a break in the afternoon. She met me in the lounge. She suggested we get outside for a bit and take a walk.

As soon as we were out of earshot of the lounge, heading to get an ice cream cone, she looked around to make sure none of the other staff were close, then said, “I’ve been thinking about what we talked about last night. I still don’t know how guilty I would feel if we had sex. I do need it and want it because I really miss it, but I’m not sure if that would wreck my relationship with Blaine; that’s what I’m most concerned about.”

I said, “I understand. Now, are you saying you want sex?”

She said, “Yes.”

I asked, “With me? Really?”

She said, “I do like you, and I think we’d have fun. I was horny all night and all of today thinking about it, but I’m still conflicted.”

I said, “Yeah, I thought that might be the case since we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well and the friendship is on solid ground. Angie, I’d like to have sex with you, get more experience, and have a lot of fun with you this summer.”

She said, “I’d like to do it with you. I’m sure of that, but I’m just not sure about what I think could be cheating on Blaine.”

I said, “I guess there’s only one way to find out. I’m going to leave this decision completely in your hands. If you want to have sex, you let me know. I don’t want to push things and have you hate me and ruin your relationship with Blaine. It’s totally up to you. We move at your speed.”

We continued our walk to the ice cream stand, talking about how our jobs were going, as we were a week or so away from the first group of campers arriving. There had been a lot of work done to prepare. When the fist group arrived, it would be a new group of hundreds of people every week from the end of June until the last week of August.

We laughed and talked after getting our ice cream. As we got closer to the camp, she got quiet. I let the silence go on.

Then she said, “I want to do it.”

I asked, “Do what?”

She replied, “You know.”

I said, “If it’s what I think it is, you’re going to have to say it out loud.”

She said, “Okay. I want to have sex with you.”

“You’re sure?”

She said, “Yes. I want to know what it feels like with you, and I need to know if I’ll feel guilty afterwards. I need to know, so yes, I want to do it as soon as possible before I change my mind.”

I suggested, “We could do it in my room when we get back to the dorm. Everyone will be starting to get ready for dinner. Nobody else lives at the end of our dorm, so it would be no issue since everyone sees us in and out of our rooms all the time, so it’s low risk as soon as the other staff start heading out.”

We were already close, so we entered the dorm like we usually did, looked around, and not seeing anyone, went into my room since I didn’t have a roommate. No surprises. Except maybe for someone seeing us if they walked up the stairs into the dorm. The window of my room faced the lake, and was adjacent to the exterior stairs. I was willing to risk it for sex with her.

I closed the door, removed my shirt, took Angie in my arms and kissed her. She kissed back. She cupped my cock and balls through my shorts, and my cock responded in a big way. I broke the kiss, unbuttoned her shirt to reveal her big boobs, and smiled.

She asked, “Like what you see?”

I said, “Oh, yeah! Very nice! I want them.”

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