Pantsing and Stripping Forums

Chapter 7

We followed our counselors back down the hill and down a well-trodden path. My mind was distracted by what we had just been told, and it seemed like the rest of the girls were too. Before I knew it, we had stopped again and spread out so we could all see.

We stood at the top of the beach, watching the boys down below in their shorts waiting in line for their swim test. The lake was huge with crystal clear water. There was a dock attached to some buoys about four hundred meters out. Every thirty seconds, one of the counselors would blow a whistle. At that point, the next boy would get into the water, swim to the dock, climb up, do a standing dive into the water, and swim back.

“You can rinse off the sand at the showerheads over there. The towels are in the cubbies nearby and you’ll throw the used towels into the container nearby. If you pass your swim test, you’ll be allowed to come down here whenever you want on your free time to swim or just relax. If you don’t, then you’ll only be allowed during authorized swim times.

“Now, continuing down this path we get to the hiking trails and the challenge courses. We don’t need to go down that far for now though, so that ends the tour. We have some time now to finish setting up our bunks or just hang out and relax. Dinner is at six, so we’ll start gathering about a quarter til.”

There was a lot to think about. Most of my cabin mates followed Micaela back towards our sleeping cabin, but a couple girls went towards the central gathering circle and just sat. It was apparent that they were doing even worse than I was. Mary headed over towards them, and I followed.

“Hey girls, what’s up?” Mary squatted in front of the two girls.

Dawn wiped her face with her palm. “I want to go home.”

“What about you?”

Wendy wrapped her arm around the other girl and nodded.

“I get being homesick. I’m glad my family is here, otherwise I’d be really lonely too.”

The girls looked surprised, and I was getting annoyed. No one here understood the issue with showing off their naked bodies. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I growled angrily at the CIT.

It was her turn to look surprised. “Excuse me? Language.”

“The hell with language. I don’t know how the fuck you’re all oblivious to what’s going on here. They’re not homesick. They’re terrified of being gawked at by horny boys. They don’t want boys looking at them in just a thong like I was wearing or even less like what happened to Alice. They don’t want to shower in the boys locker room. They don’t want to be forced to wear just an apron in a room that feels like an ice box.

“I don’t know why you and Micaela and everyone think this is all okay. Before today, my brother hadn’t seen my tits since I was in a training bra. And no male other than him, my dad, and my doctor had seen them at all. Now almost a hundred guys have seen them. And I go to school with several of those boys. And not just seen them. They were bouncing up and down while I was dancing. How can you not realize how embarrassing that is? And these girls are afraid it’s going to happen to them too.”

Wendy and Dawn were nodding softly at my tirade. A few boys who had been kicking around a hacky-sack had stopped and were looking our way. Mary stood up and faced me. She wasn’t physically that much taller than me, but her demeanor made her feel like a giant.

“I know you heard Micaela explain things earlier. Everyone has breasts. Some are bigger than others.” She looked at the two girls sitting down, still wrapped around each other. “There’s no shame in having small chests like yours. And there’s no shame in having a bigger chest like mine. It’s our differences that make us unique, but it’s the similarities that bind us together.

“And unlike boys, we don’t have anything dangling that needs to be hidden away. A naked boy can’t hide the part that makes them different. He has parts that need to be kept private. Our parts are already private. This is the same philosophy that my grandparents and great grandparents grew up with. It’s been our community's way of life since after World War II. Yes, we are used to it and we don’t see a problem with it. From what I’ve heard, it was quite a discussion about whether or not there would be uniforms for the girls at all. It was a compromise between the camp committee and Alice and Misty’s parents.”

“Yeah, I had a question about that. Why aren’t they wearing knickers?”

Mary shrugged. “You really want to hear what happened?”

All three of us nodded.

“Well, here’s the deal. As I said, there was a compromise between the committee and the families about all of this.” She motioned to her clothing. “It was agreed that you would get uniforms so that things would be more balanced between the boys and the girls and because there are times when clothing is appropriate. But, it’s important that girls don’t get too caught up in false modesty, so the rule was added that if any of the girls start complaining about their clothing, then staff have the right to withhold some or all of their garments.

“After you all headed down, the two of them were still complaining about the size and fabric of the underwear. It was Micaela’s decision based off of that to take those garments from their hands so they wouldn’t have to wear something they obviously found uncomfortable.

“They got upset about this, and Misty threatened to call her parents and sue the camp. Micaela dialed Mr. Downes and put the call on speaker. She explained that his daughter was not following the camp rules and that her underwear had been confiscated.

“He was not happy at all. Apparently, he and Alice’s father had been trying to get them to read the rules, and they had refused. He yelled at her for embarrassing him with these games and told her that neither she nor Alice would be allowed to wear underwear for the rest of camp.

“They got upset of course, and he asked Micaela what she recommended if they didn’t put on the camp uniform. She said that it would be easy enough to take the rest of the uniform away as well, and that shut them up. They put on their tops and bottoms, and you know what happened from there.”

Dawn and Wendy looked shocked at the revelation, and it occurred to me that they hadn’t realized that the two older girls didn’t have any underwear. And they wouldn’t for the next six weeks.

“Listen.” Mary crouched down again and looked the two girls in the eyes. “The girls that were picked for this session were picked for very specific reasons. Yes, your academics and your skills and everything were part of it, but you were also chosen because you have strong wills. You’re willing to do the right thing even when it’s difficult. And you have family here that have gone through this camp before. You’ve all seen your brothers come back more mature and more assured of themselves. This is a really good camp and you’ll get a lot out of it if you’re willing to put some effort into it.”

Mary reached out and hugged both girls. “Now, let’s go back to the camp and set up your bunks.” She looked over my shoulder. “Addy, join us when you’re done.”

I was confused until I looked over my shoulder. My brother was standing there, looking sheepish. “You willing to talk for a bit?”

I nodded and sat down as the three other girls headed towards our campsite.

Eddie sat down next to me.

“I’m sorry…” We both started apologizing at the same time.

He shook his head. “No, let me go first please.” He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the cooking staff being naked. It’s been an ongoing joke for years apparently that they are, but we never actually saw anyone naked. Then the girls came out wearing just the aprons and that was amazing, but I didn’t expect to see you like that. Oh my god that was so embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing for you?!! I’m the one who was basically naked in front of everyone. But I’m sorry I kicked you. It wasn’t your fault these stupid rules are in place.” I looked him in the eyes. “Tell me honestly, did you know about the Girls Don’t Need Modesty handbook?”

“Technically, I guess, but I didn’t know what it actually meant. I mean it was just guys here before. And it was just the rules of the camp which we were told anyway, so it didn’t seem like it would matter. And I didn’t think about what it would mean for you.”

“Yeah…”

“Um…I don’t know if this will make it better or worse…a lot of the guys were telling me how much they like your body.”

“Well, apparently, they’re going to see plenty more of it.”

He looked questioningly at me.

“Don’t you get it? ‘Girls Don’t Need Modesty’. They’re not going to do anything to keep us from being gawked at. I’m a bit surprised that Brad got in trouble for groping. Apparently, this is something they just expect us to get used to.

“It’s so bad that they’re actually going to make us shower in the boys bathroom even if you guys are in there.”

“What? Really?” Eddie couldn’t keep the excitement out of his voice, and I glared at him.

“Yeah, really. There’s going to be a hundred guys ogling your naked sister every day. Is that what you want?”

He managed to look ashamed. “No…Is that why we’re not allowed to shower after eight?”

I nodded. “Yeah. After that, only girls are allowed to be naked in there, but you’re still allowed to use the facilities or anything you need to.”

“And I know a lot of the guys are going to find plenty of excuses to be in there.” He took a moment to collect his thoughts. “Listen, I need to go talk to a couple people. I’ll talk to you later?”

I nodded and he ran off towards the boys campsites. I stood up slowly, brushed my skirt down, then headed back to my own campsite. I needed to get my bunk set, and who knew what else I was missing?

I love the girls don't need modesty stories. This one and SuperEvil's "A Girl's Role" are the 2 I'm looking forward to for an update on every day.

Looking forward to when you make the girls have to go swimming

Chapter 8

I definitely was not expecting the scene I walked up on.

None of the girls I could see had their skirts on. Several had even less. Our two counselors, completely naked, were observing while two equally naked girls were squatting, facing the stairs to the cabin. In front of them were two more girls, covering their chests with their hands, and looking like deers caught in the headlights. They relaxed slightly when they saw it was just me approaching.

A sound to the side caught my attention, and I saw Dawn and Wendy carrying a bucket and a roll of paper towels from the bathroom. Dawn smiled sweetly when she saw me looking at them. They lugged the bucket over to the stairway and set it down between the two crouching girls. Stacey, the girl on the right, turned around when Dawn started talking to her, and she gave me a giant smile.

“Great! You’re here!” She exclaimed as she got up and walked over towards me. The girl she had been sitting in front of, Christine, gasped and reached down to cover her bare pussy, but stopped just before. I saw a layer of white cream on her mound and between her thighs.

“Take off your skirt,” Stacey continued as she reached me. I was still trying to make sense of what was going on, and didn’t respond immediately. Stacey knelt in front of me and unbuttoned the skirt for me. By the time my mind caught up, she had already half unzipped it and it started falling to the ground. I tried to grasp it, but she pulled it out of my hands and I raised my legs one at a time while she removed it the rest of the way.

“So do you want a trim or a cream?” She continued talking to me as she folded up the skirt and was examining my underwear. “Personally, I think you should use the cream. It will last longer.”

“Huh?” I asked, still not comprehending everything.

She sighed, exasperated, and stood up looking at me. “So, it’s obvious from earlier today that we’re going to be seen in our knickers like you were at lunch. You did an amazing job, by the way, that must have been really tough. But if it’s going to be a regular thing, we really don’t want our hair popping out the sides of our panties like yours was when you were dancing.”

I looked down and blushed. There were a few stray pubic hairs poking out the sides of the thong.

“Yeah, sorry, there really isn’t a better way of telling you. So, we’ve all decided to make ourselves more presentable. Besides who knows what sort of swimsuits we’re going to be given. So we’ve trimmed the girls that don’t want to go full bare, and now Kristen and I are working on the rest.”

“Shouldn’t this be done in the shower?” I asked.

“Sure, that would be better. But do you really want the guys watching this? We’ve got a bucket of water and paper towels, so we’ll be fine. And at least it’s just us girls here.”

I looked around with fresh eyes. Kristen was working on layering the cream gently around Sally’s folds. Christine had her arms rested by her sides, with her hands clenched to keep herself from touching her exposed area. All of them were naked, and Micaela and Mary were both hairless as well. I figured they probably had been that way before. Dawn, Wendy, Elaine and Elsie were all wearing their shirts and panties, and Tonya was walking around in just her thong.

“Where are Misty and Alice?”

Stacey looked over her shoulder. “They’re in the cabin. Apparently, they aren’t going to have the same issue since they’re not wearing knickers at all. We offered to at least tidy things up, but they went inside to pout. So how about it?” She knelt down and pulled my panties down to my knees before I could stop her. “You have a nice shape here,” she felt along the crease where my thighs met my groin, “I could make it look really cute, but as I said earlier, cream would last longer.”

I felt a slight tingle between my legs at her touch, and I clenched my thighs together. “Let me think for a minute. I need to get my bunk all set up.”

Stacey stepped back and nodded. “That’s fine. Go take care of your bunk, then come back out and let us know what you’ve decided.”

I pulled my thong back up and carefully walked between the two embarrassed nude girls leaning against the stairs. I entered through the mosquito netting that had been placed over the doorway, and moved to my bed, glancing up where Misty was sitting on her bunk above mine. She was looking back down, annoyed, and I could tell that I had interrupted a conversation she was having with Alice across the top.

There was a bundle of bedding on my bunk, and I took my time organizing each piece to make sure it fit smoothly. I didn’t know how cold it would get at night, and I wanted to make sure that I would be warm and not wake up with my sheets all on the floor. While I went through each step meticulously, I let my mind focus on what was going to happen when I left this room.

I obviously needed something done. I couldn’t believe that my hair had been poking out of the little clothing I had been wearing. I had been focusing on my annoyance and hadn’t been thinking about anything else. I had never really considered cleaning up that area before. While I had been shaving my legs and armpits for several years, the underwear and swimsuits I had worn didn’t need any special maintenance. This was new territory for me. Literally.

“Do you mind? We were talking.” I was jolted back to the moment by an angry voice from across the cabin.

I looked over at Alice, sitting with her arms crossed, then up at Misty, still glaring from above.

“Actually, I do mind,” I said angrily. “This is my cabin too, and I need to make my bunk. You two have been nothing but obnoxious, this entire time. We’re all in this together. I’m sorry you had your knickers taken. But if you had been helping the team instead of arguing for yourselves, it wouldn’t have happened. So, yes, I do mind.

“Now, as soon as I finish with this, I’m going to go back out there and have all of my pussy hair removed because I’m working with everyone and not against them.” I punched my pillow a couple extra times in frustration, then stormed out the door.

Stacey and Kristen had just finished wiping down Sally with damp towels, and she stood, stretching her legs. Her pale skin showed off that she had freckles everywhere on her body. I thought it looked very cute, especially contrasting against the blush on her face as she noticed me looking her over.

I pulled down my knickers and sat down on the stairs. “Ok, I guess it’s my turn?”

Kristen turned to look at me. “Shirt too.”

“Huh? Why?”

She had started pulling my shirt up even as I asked, and I raised my arms as she lifted it off of me. “First, because we don’t want to get any of the cream on the bottom of it. Second, we might as well do your pits and legs too so you won’t have to worry about those as much. Right?”

Her logic made sense, and looking around at the others that had gone hairless, it was obvious that they must have gone through the same treatment.

“Lay back, arms up, legs apart.”

I did as she directed, and closed my eyes. At least the sun was warm on my skin. I heard a buzzing and looked up, startled.

“Don’t worry,” Kristen held the razor up so I could see it, “just going to cut down the forest first to make it easier.” She brought the trimmer towards my exposed nethers, and I tensed a little. “I promise I’m not going to cut you. Everyone ready, Stacey?”

I followed her gaze, and saw Stacey, Christine, Sally and Tonya each holding a towel with some cream on it. They all descended towards me and each one took a different limb. The cold cream touching my skin made me gasp at first, but it soon warmed up. Kristen finished with her prep work, then grabbed her own towel and applied the cream around my previously private areas.

She applied it quickly but thoroughly, both on top of my mound and down the sides of my lips. Once I got used to the idea of someone touching my sensitive area, I was able to relax and actually enjoyed the gentle caress.

They each finished their assigned tasks and stood up. “Ok girls,” Stacey spoke up, “she needs ten minutes. Let’s go wash our hands and get fresh water to clean her off.”

With that, they picked up the bucket and left me lying there, the sun warming my skin. It felt sort of like reverse sunbathing where everything was covered except my swimsuit area. I closed my eyes again and tried to relax.

The warmth and gentle breeze felt really good, and I must have almost drifted off to sleep because I was completely surprised when I heard the voice of Mr. Richardson at the foot of the stairs.

“It’s good to see you embracing the philosophy of the camp, Miss Browning.” My eyes shot open. He and Nurse Swenson were standing between my spread legs, their eyes roaming up and down my body without even a hint that they shouldn’t be staring openly at a young, naked girl. “I hope the rest of the campers are as eager as you are.”

I looked around frantically. The girls that had been wearing their shirts earlier had all put their skirts back on and all of the other campers were still in the bathroom cleaning up. The two counselors were naked, but once again, I was the only girl that was truly on display.

Micaela hopped over me down to the ground. “Actually, Sir, most of them are doing a really good job. If you wait around a bit, you’ll see.”

The camp director shook his head. “That’s okay. We were just checking in to make sure that you had everything you needed and provide you with the handbook you asked for.” He handed her the hard cover book, then looked back down at me. “You’ll probably want to reapply sunscreen soon if you’re going to be out here like that. You seem to be getting a bit red.”

“We’ve voted on our new team color. Or colors.” Micaela responded as the two adults looked like they were ready to leave. “Sorry, you weren’t here for the vote, Addie. But it was an overwhelming majority. We were hoping to do a tie-dye outfit. That way we can even still use these uniforms. We just need to do an art project with them. You okay with that Addie?”

I nodded, still more concerned about the fact that every inch of my body was on display than about colors of clothing.

The camp leaders looked at each other. Nurse Swenson finally broke the silence.

“I don’t think that will be a problem. I’ll have to talk with Anne of course to make sure she doesn’t see any issues with it, and they won’t be ready for tomorrow of course, so you’ll have to wear white until we get these taken care of, but I think it’s a lovely idea.”

They turned around and headed back down the hill. Just as they disappeared around a tree, the rest of the naked girls came out of the bathroom with their bucket. As they set down the water and started cleaning away the cream and hair, I looked at my friend, Kristen, and wryly stated, “perfect timing.”

“Hmm?” She said, looking at me, questioningly.

“You really didn’t purposely wait until Mr. Richardson left before you came out with everything?”

She gave me a half smirk. “Well, to be fair, you still needed the time, and why should we distract from the scenery?”

I glared at her for a moment, but then laughed. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get to be ‘the scenery’ at some point.”

If she showers before serving lunch, she will be clean enough to eat off of.

Chapter 9

Between the stress of the exposure, the warm wet towels, and the fact that it had been a while since lunch, by the time they declared me “done”, I really had to go to the toilet. I got up, nearly knocking Kristen over, and rushed to the bathroom.

It wasn’t until my bladder was empty that it really kicked in how exposed I was sitting here. From where I was sitting I had a clear view out the doorway. I watched as the girls emptied the bucket and then returned the supplies and washed their hands. I realized that anyone walking by would be able to see all of me. I cleaned up and flushed, then went to wash my hands.

“Do you think we should put some netting up over this door too to keep people from looking in?” I soaped up my hands while talking to Kristen next to me.

“Probably won’t do much, but it wouldn’t hurt.” She turned off the water and grabbed a paper towel. “Besides, I’d really rather not have mosquitoes around my nethers.”

We stepped outside, and the cool breeze between my legs reminded me that I was even more naked than I had been in years. I instinctively dropped my hands to cover my groin, feeling the baby smooth skin for the first time. The skin was softer than I expected, and I let my fingers stroke up and down against the bare flesh. The warmth and pliability was mesmerizing, and I moved lower, tracing around the edges of my lips, then back up. I shuddered a bit as I reached the top again, lost in my own sweet world.

Then I got hit in the face with my t-shirt.

“If you’re done playing with yourself, it’s just about dinner time.” Stacey, already dressed, held my skirt and panties out towards me. I blushed as I realized what my exploration must have looked like. Quickly, I put on my clothes, noting how the underwear also felt different without any hair between my legs.

Once everyone was ready, we headed down to the meeting area. I felt a bit of relief knowing that I would be able to eat my meal in peace tonight. Several of the other girls were looking nervous however, and I could imagine the thoughts going through their head.

When we got to the dining hall, people were already headed to their tables. I noticed that the tables seemed to be arranged in a different order than they had been at lunch, although our table was still the closest to the kitchen. Where they had been in a staggered rainbow before, now they seemed more random.

I was distracted from this though by someone tugging on my arm. Turning, I saw my brother next to me smiling. “Bring all of the girls to the shower room at nine fifteen tonight. Trust me.” He let go, and headed back to his seat.

I found a seat at my own table, wondering what was going on. Was he setting us up for something? Before I could talk to anyone, Mr. Richardson stood and clapped. Once we had quieted down, he began.

“Welcome to your first dinner of the summer. I’m sure some of you have noticed that your tables are not where they were earlier today. For those of you who have been here before, you know what’s going on. For the rest of you, let me explain.

“The tables in the dining hall show your point standing for the summer. The closer you are to the front, the more points you have earned. We will be adjusting the tables every afternoon to represent the new totals. We’ve only had one competition so far, so Blue cabin is in first place, followed by Red, Orange, Green, Grey, Purple and finally Tie-dye, formerly White. Congratulations to Blue, and as you remember, you will be getting a special dessert tonight for your table.

“As you just heard, the White cabin has decided that they’re going to now be the Tie-dye cabin. Tomorrow, each cabin will take a turn dying an outfit for the girls. This will be done outside the craft center. We will also be continuing to do swim tests, and we’ll have some other team building exercises. After dinner tonight, we will have one more competition for points. It will be a game of Simon Says up on the stage. Each cabin will pick two members to compete and one member to take a turn as Simon. So think about who you want to pick.

“Elsie, Kristen, Dawn and Elaine will be on dinner chores tonight, but before you head back there is one more thing we have to take care of. Miss Downes, if you would be so kind as to join me on the stage.”

Everyone turned to look at Misty as she stood and slowly walked to the front of the hall. When she reached the camp director, he motioned for her to walk up the steps, and he followed behind her.

“As you are all quite aware, Miss Downes put her hands on Mr. Deharo after lunch today, and has therefore been assigned a punishment task. As you saw earlier today, those are usually some sort of physical activity. Please get down and give us twenty-five sit-ups.”

Misty looked on the verge of tears, but she sat down on the ground, smoothing her skirt out beneath her. She faced sideways to everyone watching her, then laid back and put her hands behind her head. She looked over at Mr. Richardson, standing behind her.

“You may begin whenever you’re ready,” he encouraged.

She slowly raised herself up until her elbows touched her knees, then went back down.

“One!” The cheer went up from the tables.

She repeated the procedure and heard the crowd chant, “Two!” But when she started the third one, Mr. Richardson chided her.

“Please remember to keep your feet firmly on the ground. You are bringing your elbows to your knees, not your knees to your elbows.”

Misty nodded and tried again, getting up to a count of “six!” But once again, her feet started moving.

“Very well. Mr. Deharo, will you please come up here and hold Misty’s feet down for her?”

Misty started crying, saying “no, no, no,” as Timothy made his way up from his table. He got into position, her feet held firmly between his knees, then made an audible gasp.

“You may continue, Miss Downes.”

She struggled, crying while lifting herself up, and the crowd continued to count and encourage her as she completed more of her punishment.

I felt bad for her. I was never good at the fitness tests at school and usually maxed out at around fifteen at my best. But I didn’t understand why she was crying so hard until Stacey, sitting next to me, whispered in my ear. “She’s not wearing underwear.”

Misty had purposefully turned to the side when she had started to make sure no one had seen up her skirt, but then the director had brought the boy up. Had made him kneel in front of her. She was doing her best to keep her form perfect. Knees together. Because every time she lapsed, he was given a direct view of her naked pussy. I watched as she struggled once more and her knees opened wide, and I felt bad.

For his part, Timothy seemed to be trying to be polite and not look too much, but I knew he was getting a solid anatomy lesson. By the time the crowd cheered for her last sit-up, they were both sweaty and exhausted. Mr. Richardson dismissed both of them, and they returned to their seats. Misty sat down next to Alice, who put her arms around her friend and held her.

“Would the cooking assistants please head back to the kitchen now. I’m sure we don’t want dinner to get cold.”

The four girls who had been chosen headed back, and the rest of us offered our sympathies to Misty who was still crying silently. By the time Dawn, Elsie and Elaine had started coming out with pots of stew a couple minutes later, she had managed to pull herself together again.

“Hey!” We heard Brad yell from his table. “Why is my serving wench wearing underwear! I demand an explanation for this atrocity.” Several of the guys in the room laughed as Dawn turned bright red and we all glared angrily in his direction.

“Someone really needs to put him in his place,” Stacey growled through clenched teeth. We nodded in agreement.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, fantasizing about ways of humiliating the jerk. Elsie brought out a plate of rolls for our table, then sat down next to me.

“So, I’d like to be one of our Simon Says players,” she announced as she dunked her bread into her bowl. “I’m pretty good at the game, and I don’t embarrass easily.”

We thought about her implication, knowing that the boys were going to be calling out commands. Probably Brad even.

“I volunteer for the second spot,” I spoke up. “They’ve seen pretty much everything I have already, and I’ve won Simon Says at Dad’s company picnic a couple times. Unless anyone else wants to do it?”

Everyone else seemed to focus on their bowls a bit more. I couldn’t blame them.

“I’ll be our caller. I have some ideas.” Stacey smirked. “I don’t think I’ll get everyone out, but I know we won’t get out first.”

The three servers each had time to sit at our table to eat. We had made sure to leave room for them on the side closest to the kitchen so their bare backsides wouldn’t be exposed to the boys the entire time. Elaine and Dawn kept having to get up near the beginning of the meal, as the boys kept making demands, but it quieted down as they started filling up, and so they had a bit of time to enjoy their food. Kristen, meanwhile, stayed in the kitchen like I had previously.

“Oh!” I put down my spoon and got everyone’s attention. “My brother said that we should all meet at the showers at nine fifteen tonight.”

“They’re probably going to play some sort of prank on us,” Alice grumbled.

I shook my head. “I don’t think so. Eddie isn’t the sort who would do that normally. But, if they do, at least we’ll all be together and we can watch each other’s backs.”

The discussion turned to what sort of things we should be watching out for, but it looked like we were all agreed that we would go together.

Mr. Richardson stood and nodded at our table. Apparently, that had been a signal that had been announced at lunchtime, as the three kitchen helpers got up immediately and headed back towards the kitchen. They came out moments later with trays of brownies, bringing them around to each table before coming back to our own. I grabbed one, and I had to admit it was one of the best brownies I had ever had. If this was the normal dessert, I had no idea what the special dessert for the Blue cabin would be.

I didn’t have long to wait as I heard a huge cheer. I turned to look and Kristen, completely naked and smiling from ear to ear, pushed a cart up to the front of the room. She placed one plate in from of the Blue Cabin counselor and CIT, then asked Mr. Richardson a question. He nodded, she returned the nod, then went over to the first place table.

As she placed a plate in front of each person, she whispered something to them and they each nodded eagerly. At that point, she’d give them a hug from behind, her breasts on either side of their neck before moving on to the next. The boys at the other tables were all cheering, while the Blue table looked like they couldn’t believe this was really happening.

Kristen distributed the last plate, pushed the cart back, then a couple minutes later came back to our table, dressed in her uniform.

“What was that all about?!!” Sally asked, shocked at what she had seen.

“Chocolate lava cake. It smells amazing. We really need to win one of those.”

“I meant all of the whispering and stuff.”

“Don’t worry. It’s something I’m working on. You’ll find out more later.”

Mr. Richardson had to repeat his clap a couple of times to get everyone to quiet down. “Would each cabin send up it’s Simon Says team, please.”

Somehow I thought the special dessert might be nyotaimori, but naked hugs and chocolate cake is probably better.

Somebody wrote: Thu May 15, 2025 7:03 pm Somehow I thought the special dessert might be nyotaimori, but naked hugs and chocolate cake is probably better.

It's only day 1 of camp...who knows what sorts of meals will be provided later