AMERICAN GIRLS CH. 11

Chapter 11 -- Abby

While I was at BYU that first term, I had applied for a summer job at a private camp in southern Utah as director of their climbing program and was hired. The camp was centered around adventure, and provided rich kids a varied experience with high country backpacking and horse trips, rock climbing, white-water kayaking and water-skiing among other things. Every week, we took boys and girls out on the different adventures. Campers were between 8 and 18 years old. They had to be at least 14 to go white-water kayaking or rock climbing.

The camp was not cheap by any means, but it seemed there were plenty of people with enough money to send their children or grandchildren off to camp for the summer. There was a very low camper to staff ratio, and we usually had at least two adult staff members and often three along with no more than ten to twelve campers on a trip.

The camp had a great vibe. Trips would go out on Monday mornings and return on Friday evenings. Weekends were for shuttles to and from the airport in Salt Lake City (for incoming and outgoing campers), laundry and in-camp programs such as informal sports and crafts. While many campers stayed the whole summer, others could only afford two to six weeks, so there was always a rotation of campers.

Most of the staff had free time on weekends. For me and my climbing assistant, we would often head to a couple of big sandstone boulders behind the camp to practice climbing moves. Of course, there were always campers who wanted to go to the boulders as well, so we would take them along.

Whenever we had girls on a trip (which was most weeks), we would have an adult female counselor come along. The counselor who always went with me was named Abby (Abigail). Abby was a little stocky and very strong. There was very little fat on her body other than her breasts. Also, for never having climbed before, she had a lot of innate skill.

For the most part, we took our climbing trips to the Horn area in the Henry mountains, where there were a lot of beautiful granite arêtes (narrow vertical ridges) extending from a central backbone ridge. We had routes rated from 5.0 to 5.10 (which means from extremely easy to extremely difficult). Abby was pretty good at anything up to a 5.7 rating, which included most of the routes we took campers on.

From the first time I met Abby, she was always flirting with me. In-camp romances were discouraged by the camp owners, so things were always toned down when in camp. That didn't mean that she never flirted in camp though. She was always finding an excuse to be alone with me. We spent a lot of time together at the practice boulders, and she would sometimes come to the sheep camp trailer (kind of like a gypsy wagon) that I was living in when in camp. She also kind of attached herself to the climbing program when we went on trips by making sure that at least two or three girls went with us every week.

At first, I avoided getting romantically involved in camp, and it was during the second trip to the Henry Mountains when I finally returned her flirting. When we were at the Horn, we would camp near the forest service cabin at Hancock Springs, high above the Horn. That way, we always had plenty of clean water available. Below the cabin was mostly sagebrush, and above the cabin was a spruce forest. My assistant would sleep down in the sagebrush area below the springs with the campers (we set up a cooking/dining rain fly there, so everybody could gather out of the weather, and we had other rain flies set up for people to sleep under. Overall, it was pretty low-impact camping. At the end of a trip, nobody would be able to tell that we had ever been there.

I chose to sleep up under the spruce trees, above the springs and apart from the campers. The first week, Abby put her sleeping bag down with the campers, but the second week, she decided to sleep in the spruce forest next to my sleeping bag. There was plenty of room under my rain fly, so that was no problem. I quickly realized that she wanted some alone time with me. The campers and my assistant never came up to my sleeping area, so it was private too.

We were laying on our sleeping bags talking when Abby asked, "Am I pretty?"

"Of course," I replied. "Why would you even ask such a thing?"

"Well," she said, "You have never kissed me, so I thought maybe you didn't like the way I looked."

"Ummm..." I muttered. "No. The reason is that I didn't want to get into trouble with the camp owner. You know he has a rule against in-camp romances."

Abby laughed. "This is your first year at this camp, but I went to this camp for six years before I got hired as a counselor this year. Don has that rule to protect the campers from the adult staff, but I have seen lots of romances between staff members when I was a camper."

"Oh," I replied. "So, do you want to have a romance with me?"

"Duh..." she moaned. "Haven't I been obvious enough?"

"Yes," I said. "I suppose you have been flirting a lot, but why? I'm older than you."

"I don't see that as a negative," she stated. "You are probably have a lot more experience than me, and I want to have some experience before this fall, when I start college."

"I see," I replied. "So, you want me to be your teacher?"

"Something like that, I guess. I just don't think a girl should go to university as a virgin," Abby answered.

"OK," I said. "Are you on birth control?"

"Yes," she replied. "I got on the pill during my senior year, but I never had a chance to actually use the protection."

"Wow," I exclaimed. "That is amazing. I would have thought you would have had lots of boys trying to get into your panties."

Again, she laughed and then replied, "My dad is the county sheriff and my parents were strict while I was growing up, so there weren't any boys brave enough to risk it. I hardly had any dates in high school."

"Is there anything I should worry about?" I asked.

Abby laughed again. "No. I'm an adult now, so my parents have backed off."

"OK," I said. "Come over here and kiss me, and we can figure out the rest as we go."

She quickly dragged her pad and sleeping bag even closer to mine and leaned into me for a kiss, which I obliged. Even though she had given me the green light, I still let her take the initiative. I didn't want her to suddenly panic, thinking we were going too fast. I needn't have worried, though. The kiss quickly turned passionate, and even if Abby didn't have a lot of experience, she at least knew the basics of kissing. Her tongue was in my mouth, and I was sucking it and tongue-dancing with it as well.

I pulled her up onto my body, and she let her legs straddle my hips as we kissed. Abby was soon sliding back and forth over my cock, so I decided it was time to let this progress. I pulled her t-shirt up over her head and off. Then, with her help, I unhooked and removed her bra. She pulled me up and pulled my t-shirt off over my head as well. Then, she lay back down, so her nipples were drilling into my chest.

We continued to kiss as my hands massaged and fondled her breasts. She paused and whispered, "This is a first for me. I love it."

I replied, "It only gets better from here." Abby moaned into my kiss as our lips found one another again.

It was apparent that this was going to move quickly as she heated up. She had already unbuttoned her shorts, and she was lowering them and her panties down her legs. When I realized what she was doing, I undid my shorts as well and sent them and my boxers on their way down my legs. It was only minutes before we were both naked, rubbing against each other's bare body.

I didn't want to move too quickly, though, so I rolled us over so I was on top. She obviously thought that I would immediately penetrate her and spread her legs widely, so she was surprised when I slid down her body to take each of her nipples into my mouth in turn, trading back and forth between them. Even though Abby was surprised, she was delighted with the turn of events, and she held her breasts in her hands to press them to my lips. Abby had nice breasts (maybe a D-cup).

When she sounded like she was getting close to an orgasm, I shifted again, this time moving my mouth down to her pussy. "What?" was all Abby got out before I licked her from her vaginal entrance to her clitoris. Then, "Oh my God."

I smiled as I started licking and sucking her labia and clitoris while my fingers went to work at her vaginal entrance. I found her hymen, but it seemed a little stretched out, and I was easily able to slide one finger all the way into her vagina. Abby reacted with a loud moan. I had to pause and tell her, "We need to keep the noise down. Even though we are camped away from the others, they might still be able to hear us if they go up to the springs."

OK," she replied, and I went back to work on her pussy. I'm pretty sure she was stuffing things into her mouth to keep from squealing a few times as I ate her. Once she orgasmed the first time, I backed off a little before resuming my ministrations again, and she orgasmed several more times as I continued.

When Abby finally put her hand over her pussy, saying, "Too sensitive," I kissed her hand and then slid up over her to kiss her on the mouth again. Once again, she was surprised and asked, "Is that my juices I am tasting?"

"Yes," I answered. "Your pussy tastes very sweet."

"Wow," she replied and she smiled.

As I kissed her again, I slid my cock along through her vulva until it was finally seated into her vaginal entrance. I pressed my cock into her, and she gasped at the sensation but didn't grimace. "I thought this would hurt more," she said.

"Have you ever put anything into your vagina?" I asked.

"I use tampons," she replied.

"Well,' I said, "It looks like they stretched you enough to help make your first time less painful."

"Oh," she replied, as I started stroking in and out of her depths. At first, only about half of my cock was buried in Abby's vagina, but every stroke took me deeper until I was pressed firmly against her cervix with every thrust. Her hips were motionless at first, so I told her to rock them against me as I thrust into her.

When Abby realized what I was saying, her hips starting to roll and thrust back against every stroke I made. Pretty soon, our pubic mounds were slapping against each other and her pussy was producing a lot of lubrication, creating the loud, squishy sounds of sex. Again, she had to stuff the corner of a sleeping bag into her mouth to keep the noise level down.

I'm not sure how long we went, but it was a while, and we were both feeling tired when Abby finally locked up, her body going into orgasmic convulsions. I couldn't resist any longer, and my balls pumped my seed deep into her womb as I pressed my cock firmly against her cervix. Then, I collapsed to the side and closed my eyes.

"Was that the experience you wanted?" I asked.

"Oh my God," she replied. "That was so much better than anything I ever imagined. I want to do this all summer long with you."

I smiled, closed my eyes again, and softly said, "I'm sure that can be arranged." I woke a while later to Abby sliding her pussy down over my cock againr. It felt great, but I knew that we couldn't fuck multiple times every night and still run a rock-climbing program every day. I told her, "This is the last time tonight. We have to save some energy for climbing." She smiled down at me and continued thrusting her pussy down onto my cock.

After fucking in that position for a while, I once again rolled her onto her back and really started driving into her pussy. The sounds of wet sex were loud, but not so loud as to draw any attention. Abby reached orgasm before me, but I continued driving into her until I was able to pump all of my seed into her womb.

I once again collapsed, but this time I let my cock stay deep in her pussy. I told her that from then on, we would limit ourselves to two climaxes a night. Otherwise, we would wear ourselves out. She respected that, and we only made love once or twice a night from then on.

We had ten weeks of adventure trips that summer, and Abby and I were together on nine of them. Abby also started spending every evening in my sheep camp when we were in camp, but she had to go back to her own bed (in the girl's cabin) to sleep each night. Nobody ever said anything to either of us about our relationship, so I guess she was right about the rules.

By the end of the summer, Abby had a lot of sexual experience, so I'm sure that she had a great time in college. After the last week, I took Abby to the airport in Salt Lake City for her flight back to California (where she lived), and we kissed one last time on the sidewalk before she entered the terminal. Neither of us went back to the camp the next summer, so I never saw her again. I have often wondered how her life turned out.

Then, I headed out for my apartment in Provo and BYU. springs,