Gloria Starr: Graduate course in sex

Tim grabbed Vera's sleeve and whispered, "Oh, my God, we're done for. That's dried come stain!"

But then they heard a high, clear voice pipe up with one word. "Milkweed," they heard Sally inform her father.

Tim and Vera collapsed into each other's arms and managed to get out of sight of the man before they started guffawing. On their way to her cabin, she said, "Tim, this is the first time I've had a chance to talk to you. You did make damn sure not to bust that kid's cherry, didn't you?"

"Absolutely," he said.

She was still concerned about it. "Tim, are you sure? If they ever found out what I let you do with that kid, my job would…"

He interrupted her with a tossed finger sign. "Scout's honor!" he cried.

"You ass," she said, smiling. But now she believed him and knew everything was okay. For the moment, anyway.

Vera slipped her arm through Tim's and started swinging it in rhythm to their stride toward her cabin. Once they were inside, she let him take her in his arms and squeeze her close. She hadn't made love to him for some time now – the girls at camp had somehow managed to occupy both their time – and she was anxious to have a man love her again, to feel the presence of the male member deep inside her vagina. She stretched her arms around Tim's neck and felt her breasts push against his hard chest.

His penis was already hard before she had even touched his clothes. She could see the stiff outline of the member. Soon they would be in each other's arms again, and the constricting clothes would be gone, and – suddenly she stopped. She took a step back and put her hand to her chin in deep preoccupation.

"What's wrong, Vera?" he asked. "I thought you were really ready to groove."

"Oh… oh, I know it's silly, Tim. But I just had a thought about the girls. Did you hear any noises as we walked past the dorm cabin just now?" she asked.

"No, not a thing," he told her.

"That's just it," she exclaimed. "No noise. And you know how loud the girls always are. I think maybe I'd better take a look."

"Aww, Vera," began Tim.

But she silenced him. "No, really, Tim, I'll feel better. You don't have to go with me if you don't want to, but…"

"Oh, no, that's okay," he answered. "Let's go. I'm sure everything's okay."

They crossed the clearing toward the dorm cabin and still none of the usual loud noises could be heard. Now Tim looked at her and shrugged his shoulders. Even he was becoming concerned about the silence.

She slowed him down. "Tim," she said, "now that things are a little calmer around here, there's something I wanted to ask you. I know you've been fooling with quite a few of the girls around here. First there was Claire, then Lynda… I don't know who all. That's okay, that's groovy. I've been indulging a bit myself, as you know. But I don't have the same problem as you. What I want to know is whether you've toed the line about penetrating the girls. I don't care what you've done with any of them, as long as you haven't broken any of their maidenheads. I know you told me specifically about little Sally being all right, but I thought there might have been a girl or two I haven't known about and that…"

Tim stopped and took her by the arm. "No, Vera. Everything's cool. Really it is. I think too much of you to jeopardize your job by some fool stunt like popping a kid's cherry and having her run home at the end of the week and tell her parents. You have my word on it. By the way, this weekend is the end of camp season isn't it?"

"Thanks so much for assuring me, Tim. You see, this Campfire Girls idea about 'Scout's honor' is very important. Their books try to teach them to live by that rule, you know. And their physical virginity is really an awfully central issue to that ideal," she explained.

"I know, Vera. I understand your concern. Let's just be glad we got through the period with no big hassles. Right? I mean, I don't see a thing in the world they could fault you on about your job, do you?"

She smiled. "I guess you're right. Thanks for being so understanding, Tim."

They walked on to the front door of the dorm cabin – but still heard not a breath of sound from within. Now they were genuinely puzzled. They exchanged looks, shrugged their shoulders, and then Vera pushed open the door.

Insanity! Flap! Chaos!

Neither Tim nor Vera could believe what they saw. She wanted to go back out and try coming in again. He wanted to bolt for the city and leave the whole crazy scene behind.

Sprawling all across the floor of the huge main room were the Campfire Girls – oh, nothing was wrong with them. Except that they were all almost entirely naked. And so many of the girls were in each other's arms that it was difficult to locate a solitary girl in the entire room. The ones who were wearing clothes might as well been naked too, because the frilly nightgowns and sexy half-slips they were wearing made them look more erotic than the ones who were naked.

The young ones, the older ones – all were present. And all were incredibly and unaccountably intertwined with other girls. Tim spotted two threesomes just out of the corner of his eye and was afraid to look any farther. Young Rosa was there, Diane, Claire, Lynda, Dana… Carol, Betsy, Jane, and a hundred others Tim didn't recognize except by face. After what seemed like an eternity of simply staring at the sight that greeted them, and after convincing herself that what she saw wasn't the result of a mirage or funny cigarettes, Vera thought it might not be inappropriate if she found out just what the bloody hell was going on with these girls.

Already she feared that her bi-sexual influence had something terrible to do with the panorama of girl love spread before her. But it had to be done. She stood up on the center table and, assisted by Tim in maintaining her composure, she finally asked the obvious question.

"Troop 73, Campfire Girls, this is your troop leader speaking… will someone tell me… will one of you please tell me – what under the sun you think you're doing? This place looks like a Woman's Lib meeting on Fire Island!"

The girls seemed amazingly unruffled, under the circumstances. At last Dana rose from the arms of some girl Vera didn't immediately recognize.

"Well, I'm the oldest, so I guess that makes me spokesman. It's really, not quite as zany as it looks, Miss Kressler. Or may I call you Vera – for old time's sake?" She was hitting below the belt with that one, thought Vera.

"First it was me I guess and then it was Claire and me and then it was – well, I don't want to implicate you personally, or you, Tim, but you know whatever part you've played in all this, so I won't be specific – then it was Claire and me and Lynda and then Rosa was telling tales and Diane was involved and even little Sally. I guess the simplest way to put it is that after living here together in one big place for a couple of weeks we just slowly grew together and now we all dig each other. It's true!"

The girls all nodded approval and a hundred naked breasts jiggled.

"But don't think you'll get in trouble for this, Miss Kressler. Really, I'm serious. We know your position and we're very concerned about you being back here next year as our troop leader. Honest, Miss Kressler, you've nothing to fear. We've all sworn not to breath a word of our… of our new interests to anyone. Much less our parents! What we all want you to know, Miss Kressler is… is… well, we think you're the grooviest troop leader the Campfire Girls has ever had!"

Vera was stunned. She turned aside to Tim and in a low voice not meant to be heard, asked, "Tim, what do you think? Are they on the level or is this some kind of terrible joke?"

But some girls near her heard her last question. Their hands went up with the finger sign and they shouted, "It's true, really it is. Scout's honor!" And all up and down the huge room the girls rose as one body, on every hand the same finger sign and in every throat the same enthusiastic pledge of truth and sincerity, "Scout's honor!"