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A Week at Camp Browning

Chapter One

    Camp Anita Browning for girls love shit was located in the Appalachian
Mountains of Tennessee and had been a thriving summer resort for more
than thirty years. Dedicated to awakening the female passions of their
young visitors and exposing them to the more esoteric of pleasures.

       And so it was that shy, fourteen-year-old, red haired Lisa Thomas
found herself stepping off the bus at the rustic entrance of the
retreat. She hoisted her backpack onto her shoulders and raised her
large green eyes to the brown wooden sign that read ‘Camp Anita
Browning For Girls’. She wondered to herself who Anita Browning was.

       “Ok, girls! Gather round!”

       Lisa’s thoughts were interrupted by the voice of a small and
slightly plump older woman. She estimated her age to be around forty
and was immediately drawn to her warm smile and bright personality.
Only her bright blue eyes seemed to outshine her golden hair.

       “My name is Miranda Clark,” The woman began, her voice light and
jubilant. “I am the Administrator of Camp Browning and I wish to
welcome all of you with open arms. I know your going to enjoy your stay
here and that you will all take some very wonderful memories home with
you when you leave.”

       Lisa wondered how she was going to make it through and entire
week with a bunch of strangers. Her gentle spirit and quiet manner
often kept the teenager aloof from her fellow classmates. In fact she
had only one real friend and that was her mother. The two of them had
become very close after her father’s death and Lisa trusted no other
person with her thoughts and dreams.

       “We’ll now proceed to the outdoor amphitheater so you can all
meet your counselors.” Miranda shouted. “Follow me, girls!”

       With that Miranda turned and began to walk briskly up the dirt
trail. Fifteen young, teenage girls followed closely behind the woman,
chattering and giggling all the way. Lisa fell into line but remained
silent throughout their short hike through the tall Carolina Pines. As
they walked, the young teenager began to make out several female voices
excitedly shouting, “Here they come! Here they come!”

       The voices grew louder as they approached and soon Lisa could see
the central camp with its rustic buildings and small gathering area in
front. Several older girls had already gathered together near the
wooden benches and more were joining them. Lisa counted fourteen in
all.

       When they reached the edge of the camp Miranda stepped aside,
allowing the younger girls to pass her.

       “Each of you please have a seat on one of the benches with space
in between for the counselors!” she shouted as she counted their
number.

       Lisa dropped her belongings and sat on the hard wood of the
bench, nervously apprehensive about meeting the counselors. All of them
were young girls somewhere between the age of seventeen and twenty she
supposed and they all looked like very nice people. She relaxed as she
caught the smile of a few of the counselors, her mind more at ease with
the warm and friendly environment they were all creating.

       Miranda moved to the front of the small outdoor arena unfolding
the piece of paper she held in her hand. She turned and counted the
number of counselors silently. A small grin crossed her face and she
shook her head in comic dismay.

       “Where IS Shelly?” she laughed. “If that girl doesn’t get out
here, she is going to miss the introductions!”

       “Shelly! Front and center!” a dark-haired girl yelled back
towards the small administration building.

       Lisa looked towards the hut just in time to see a gorgeous young
blonde girl come bursting through the door, her face red with
embarrassment.

       “Sorry, Miranda”, the older teen said, “I was just straightening
up a bit!”

       “Think nothing of it, Love!” Miranda replied as she placed an arm
around the teen and squeezed her close.

       Lisa’s breath caught in her throat as she gazed up at the lovely
blonde by Miranda’s side. She felt a pit form in her belly and her
heart began to pound in her chest. Lisa had only felt these odd
physical manifestations once before. She had accidentally caught her
mother coming from the shower, naked and dripping wet. The lewd sight
stirred something wicked inside of her but she explained it away as
just admiring her mother’s obvious beauty.

       Seventeen-year-old Shelly Davis caught the young teenager’s gaze
and smiled warmly back at her, matching Lisa’s own admiring look with
one of her own. The teen counselor winked at Lisa, whispered something
in Miranda’s ear and pointed directly at the younger girl. Miranda
nodded and ran a pencil down her list. As the older woman raised her
hand to silence the jabbering females, Shelly winked again at Lisa and
nodded her head.

       Lisa didn’t understand the girl’s gestures and wondered if she
was in some sort of trouble. Still, she couldn’t tear her eyes from the
lovely young creature. As Lisa’s eyes unconsciously roamed from
Shelly’s soft facial features down her body, she lingered momentarily
on the soft breasts that jutted outwards proudly and the long firm
nipples that poked lewdly against her tight fitting t-shirt. Lisa found
herself wondering again. Wondering what the older teen looked like
under her t-shirt and denim cutoffs.

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