"The black girl, the slender one with the kind of pretty face?" she asked, identifying her. "Oh, that's Lynda. Nice kid. She's just one of the Campfire Girls in my troop. Just like all the others. Why do you ask?"
Tim said it was because he had been very surprised to learn that she was only fifteen years old. He wanted to know about the other girls there.
"Well, they range from nine to sixteen," answered Vera. "And they come in all sizes, religions, and races. There are a few Negros here, some Latins, and even one little Oriental girl. Her name's Sally and she's one of the youngest, just over nine years old."
Tim grinned evilly and then said, "I have to hand it to you, Vera. That was pretty smart of you to get a job as caretaker of a bunch of hot little bodies. Which one is your favorite so far? Or is it too hard to single a special one out this early in the game? I bet you've been having some groovy times with some of these little sweethearts, huh?"
She was indignant. She disclaimed any such activities – secretly feeling all the more guilty about her relations with Lynda as she did so – and told him he was an ass for even thinking of such a thing as any hanky-panky between her and any of the girls in her troop.
"Just because. I'm bi, Tim, doesn't mean I go for chicks that young. Sure, I dig chicks as much as guys. You know that. But I'm no cradle snatcher. These girls are just kids, Tim. They don't know anything about sex," she told him.
"Yeah?" he said. "Well, maybe so. But I'll tell you this – I'll bet there's plenty of them that want to know something about sex. So they're a few younger than you…"
"A few years!" she interrupted. "Several years, Tim. Several years."
"Okay, several years then," he continued. "But there's plenty of them still got tits, don't they? There's plenty of them got hair on their pussies, aren't there? Sixteen, Vera? Hell, that's plenty old enough to be fucking. You mean to tell me you don't think a girl that old knows anything about sex? Damn, that'd be a sophomore or junior in high school! You got to admit a chick that old is plenty old enough to get dicked. Think back, Vera. How about you when you were that age? Now you know damned well you were screwing guys at that age, right? Or screwing them or lying at home thinking about doing it so much you were frigging your cunt off."
She conceded a bit. "Well, maybe the very oldest ones are fooling around some," she said. "But just with boys. I'm sure none of them are gay or bi. And even if they were, they wouldn't appeal to a girl my age. They're too young to interest me." Her lie was so brazen she hoped he wouldn't be able to sense how far from the truth it was. She couldn't tell. But he had no good reason to disbelieve her, she reflected.
"No, I'll bet plenty of the younger ones have pussies just as hot for action as the older ones. And I'll wager more than just a few of them have done a little playing around with other girls, too. I know you started digging other chicks when you were real young. You told me once yourself. Hell, there's little girls not even old enough to have hair on their cunts who'd love to have themselves frigged – by a boy or another girl," he said.
Vera mentally cursed herself forever having mentioned her own early sex experiences to Tim. It was true that she had been a very precocious child about sex, but she hated to have it thrown in her face to prove a point. Especially to prove a point for someone she was arguing with at the moment.
"Well, maybe some of what you say is true. But it doesn't make any difference. If I got sexy with any of these Campfire Girls – if, mind you – I'd be sure to lose my job. So you can just forget about the idea," she answered.
"You might lose your job if they told on you. But I'll bet if a little chick had a strong enough yen to have somebody in her panties, she'd keep her mouth shut about it," Tim continued, pressing on about the subject in spite of her obvious attempt to change the subject to something else.
Vera said what she'd been thinking. "Okay, Tim. Come on, admit it. The reason you're so interested in knowing how I feel about these girls is just because you happen to dig the looks of Lynda, the girl you asked me about. You're just hot to get in her clothes and you're hoping I might help you pull it off. Right?"
He grinned. "Oh sure, I'll admit the kid turned me on a little bit. And I think you're telling a whopper when you say she doesn't do the same for you, but we'll let that pass. Anyway, this doesn't exactly seem like the best place in the world to get it on with a whole herd of others breathing down your neck. Besides, you're the one I came to see. Remember?"
He tweaked her cheek and she mellowed somewhat. She told him she'd be glad to have him stay for a few days but that if he stayed any longer she'd get in trouble with her employer. Before it was time to go to sleep, they even made love again. This time, as before, Vera fellated him. It was long, slow, and extremely gratifying for both of them. Vera had no inkling that Tim would enjoy himself immensely in a sex adventure the next afternoon however – and that this time she would not be a part of it.
Breakfast the next morning was short but tasty for Tim and Vera. She fixed a delicious breakfast of goodies, but she had to hurry because the girls were due for a nature hike at eight o'clock. But breakfast in the girls' dorm cabin was far from routine. Lynda had mentioned about the handsome man who had asked her for directions and most of the girls were agog about his presence at the camp.
A few of the older girls, Dana and Lynda included, made a few thinly disguised cracks referring to possible sex activity between the stranger and their Miss Kressler.
Claire showed a special interest in the man's presence and asked Lynda a number of questions about him after the other girls had gone on to other subjects. She learned his name, and that he wasn't above "looking at a girl like she was stark naked". Anyone who knew the crafty young Claire well would have almost been able to detect the wheels turning inside her head while she listened. By the time it was time to go on the nature walk, one of the girls had developed a "sore ankle" and couldn't go. It was none other than Claire.
Miss Kressler felt it carefully to see if there were any dislocated bones and finally gave her permission to stay behind while all the others, with Vera in the lead, set out for the four-hour hike. For the first mile or so, Lynda kept trying to catch Vera's eye with no success. When she managed to do it, Vera rewarded the young girl with a quick smile that told her all she wanted to know – that the pretty blonde troop leader was still interested in her body, and that maybe they could meet again soon in secret to do things like they had done before.
Back at the dorm cabin, fourteen-year-old Claire stood on the edge of a bed at the end of the long room and watched the long column of girls until it was out of sight over the hill. Then she gave a playful little laugh and headed for the bathroom. She removed her dressing gown and looked at herself in the mirror. She studied herself carefully, posing shamelessly before the full length mirror in every imaginable attitude. She observed the long, trim legs that ended at her perfectly rounded buttocks. She checked the way her narrow waist created a lovely, curved depression between her hips and chest. And she paid long and particular attention to the small but firm breasts that jutted saucily out from her chest. Last, but far from least, she examined the dark flock of curly hairs that sprouted out from the vee of her thighs. She even pushed her fingers gingerly through the curls and manipulated the lips of her vulva this way and that.