Then, there were no more words as Dawn rolled onto her back and ordered me to fuck the shit out of her. I quickly slotted my cock, ramming forward. And we rutted violently like wild animals until we both came to screaming orgasms.
After that, the two of us lay side-by-side, panting while staring skywards. “Someday Ben, you’re gonna have to tell me about all eighteen.”
I chuckled. “Wait until I tell you about the time Brooke snuck into my bedroom.”
“Brooke?” Dawn’s head popped up, and our conversation took off again.
After lunch, we headed down to the lake for some swimming and sunning. Dawn lay on her belly, undoing the strings of her bikini top to avoid a tan line, and asked me to put lotion on her back. I did her back, then I did her legs, and my hand snuck under the back of her suit bottoms more than once as well.
We vegged out and let our meals digest for a bit before Dawn’s tomboy instincts kicked in and we made several runs down the waterslide and rope swing. Then she nearly lost her top on the waterslide and my beautiful girlfriend decided not to tempt fate any longer.
Alex Regan, Mr. Volleyball at camp, came by to invite us to join his game. He seemed quite disappointed that Dayna wasn’t coming to camp this year. I know from personal experience that the guy REALLY loved to zone out while staring at Dayna’s gyrating big tits, even mid-game. But he seemed perfectly happy to ogle Dawn until I obviously slipped my arm around her and glared at him to back off.
Dawn and I then had a good laugh about all the male attention she was getting these first couple days at camp, even though she was still a week away from her seventeenth birthday.
“What can I say, Dawn? You’ve grown up into quite the hottie. You’re even more attractive to guys than Dayna.”
She smirked. “Really? My tits aren’t as big.”
“Tits aren’t everything,” I shrugged.
Dawn just gave me a look.
“OK, OK, so I like big tits. But you’ve got a much prettier face, your body is smokin’ hot, and you KNOW I love your personality. Guys can tell. I’m just glad someone as hot as you is with a guy like me. You’re out of my league.”
“Well, if I’m out of your league, then maybe I settled too quickly,” Dawn frowned. “I guess I’ll just have to dump you for a more handsome, older man.”
I growled and tossed a handful of sand at Dawn, forcing her twist her head away and complain, “Hey!” But she came back giggling. “Besides Ben, eighteen girls? With a track record like that, I don’t think any girl is out of your league.”
I blushed, guiltily embarrassed and proud of myself at the same time.
After another few minutes, we saw Alex setting up by the sand volleyball courts along with a few other young adults, and Dawn and I picked ourselves up to go join them. As we arrived, there were already three guys and three girls, all between the ages of 18 and 22. Greg Kinomoto was chatting up two hot 20-year-olds who were wearing the skimpiest of string bikinis. Their buttcheeks were completely exposed in the thong bottoms, and I constantly found my gaze being drawn downwards whenever one of them would turn around.
But very quickly, Greg moved away from the two hotties and came over to me and Dawn. “Heyyy, Dawn,” Greg grinned while oozing charm, his smile dazzling white as he leaned in to flirt with my girlfriend. What was that Dawn said about handsome, older men?
Even though I knew Dawn loved me, she was not immune to Greg’s charms. Like all the Evans sisters, she’d thought the exotically mixed young man was sooo dreamy from the time she hit puberty. I even remember playing a truth game with her when we were thirteen, Dawn admitting that she thought the then-18-year-old was the cutest boy in camp.
Now since Greg was more than five years older than her, Dawn had never been taken seriously by the handsome, older man before. But now that she’d really grown into her body and passed into the realm of “late” teenagers, apparently she was now on his radar. And basking in his attention, Dawn blushed and giggled quite easily.
That spark of jealousy was starting to burn inside me. I was getting annoyed with Greg’s witty remarks and flirtatious comments that somehow set Dawn’s heart atwitter, but just as I was about to say something, movement to my right caught my eye.
It was Felicia, also arriving to join the volleyball game. Man… I loved how that girl walked. There was something about it that just invited me to start thinking of sex. Anyways, she cruised up and immediately went to the two hotties who’d been ditched by Greg, quickly exchanging greetings and launching into their conversation.
I zoned out while ogling Felicia’s body for a minute before I realized the trio was staring in my direction. Or rather, with a closer look, they were staring at Greg and Dawn. One of the hotties frowned and nodded towards my girlfriend, and Felicia started steaming. But rather than march up to Greg like she had during Sunday’s breakfast, the gorgeous brunette instead sauntered over to me.
“Heyyy, Ben,” Felicia grinned while oozing sensuality, her smile dazzling white. “I seem to remember you being quite the volleyball pro.”
I blushed but kept my posture. I was too used to being around beautiful girls to get all bashful. And with a casual air, I replied, “I do okay. I enjoy the game.”
“You do better than okay. You’re what, seventeen? You’re two, three, five years younger than some of these guys,” she nodded to Greg. “But you’ll still kick their butt. What are you now, six feet?”
“Just about,” I said proudly. Not that six feet was huge or anything, but after a lifetime being one of shortest kids in school, it felt pretty good.
Felicia giggled, “Maybe one day when we’re both free you can give me some pointers. Every time I play this game all I end up with is sore forearms.”
“Sure thing, anytime,” I smiled.
“Aww, thanks Ben,” Felicia grinned and ran her hand down my arm, causing me to shiver despite the warm heat. She spun then and I now saw that Felicia was wearing a thong-backed bikini bottom as well, and I actually felt some spittle drool out the corner of my mouth as I stared at an ass so tight you couldn’t even dent it with your fingers.
I was still staring when I felt a slap hit the side of my shoulder. “What?” I turned around to find Dawn rolling her eyes at me, Greg long gone.
“Thought you were going be a good boy from now on?” My girlfriend raised her eyebrows at me.
“That? That was nothing.” I shrugged. “She just wanted to make Greg jealous because he was talking to YOU.”
“And I was completely shutting Greg down,” Dawn insisted.
I arched an eyebrow skeptically. “And all that giggling was part of your put-down?”
Dawn blushed and turned half-away, knowing she’d been caught. “Relax Ben. It’s harmless. Now come on. Let’s play.”
One day, my parents asked me to escort Eden and Emma to the Garden of Eden. At 11, the girls were old enough to scamper about the camp on their own and even take short hikes, say the distance of mine and Dawn’s special clearing if they’d known where it was. But the girls still weren’t old enough to go as far out as the Garden. Two of their friends, Jenny Wong and Ana Ramirez, were going along, and this year Dawn agreed to accompany me.
An hour-and-a-half hike away from camp, I was quite happy with the opportunity to ogle Dawn all by myself without worrying about other males around. And one time at the pool, we violated our standing orders, slipping away for a five-minute quickie. It turned out alright. None of our four charges drowned and Dawn ended up sliding into the water to try and wash away the evidence of our fornication from her crotch.