Teresa, Part 3

The first day at the nudist camp was awkward, but I was able to get used to it pretty quickly. I stuck by Teresa every moment the entire time.

Teresa and her mom went to this same nudist camp out towards the South/North Carolina border, more secluded than other nudist camps. The same families were always there because Teresa knew the other kids.

There was this one girl named Desiree who was a year older than Teresa, and Desiree was quite the "Miss Popularity". She was always at the center of attention, and always demanded she had her way with the other kids. Teresa and Desiree didn't really mix. Teresa could be just as demanding, but she was still introverted, and mostly stayed out of Desiree's way.

Even though nudism/naturism is not supposed to be a sexual experience, the fact is that with kids old enough to understand sex, it is in fact a sexual experience.

There were many hiking trails at this camp and there was a place where teens would go off the beaten path. They called it "the rocks" because there was a cropping of boulders. You went up this one trail, and then walked off of it into the middle of the woods for maybe just less than a 1/4 mile. That's where they hung out and socialized, and got into mischief.

Teresa and I went there a few times to visit with the other kids. They were mostly our age and older.

I remember this one boy who was probably a couple years older than us, maybe 14, who was there. Desiree was there, along with about five or six other boys and girls. Desiree masturbated him to orgasm. She took total control of him, while he stood up the whole time. It was the first time I ever saw a boy shoot his load. Desiree put her arms up in victory.

Another time we went there, there were several boys and girls there too, and I saw a girl suck another boy's cock. But it wasn't like it always a gang bang there, it was mostly just casual hanging out, talking dirty, and then once in awhile someone would dare someone else to perform a sex act.

Teresa and her mom always got a cabin. This cabin was small, with just a living room and a bedroom, and then a very tiny kitchenette, and tiny bathroom with no shower. Teresa and her mom normally slept together, but Teresa wanted to sleep with me in the living room. There was a couch that folded out into a sleeper.

We'd masturbate under the covers and tried to keep as quiet as we could. We'd giggle like little girls and then talk about how good it felt.

Teresa touched me the first time here. It wasn't on the first night, but sometime after that. I had actually woke up in the middle of the night to use the toilet and then got back into bed. Teresa whispered to me that she wanted to touch some more. After we had gotten ourselves worked up, she put her fingers on my pussy and rubbed it. I remember her giggling quietly. She rubbed my clitoris for awhile, and then she wanted me to rub hers. I did so, though shy, and nervous.

We did this for several nights until we left the nudist camp.

But each time Teresa always played the lead. She would tell me when she wanted to play, and what she wanted to do. I would just wait for her to say something. And that's how our relationship took shape.

(to be continued)