Names (other than mine) have been changed
The main parties in this story are at least age 18
This occurred in 1984.
I was eligible to apply to be a counselor at a summer camp. After the interview process, I was accepted based largely upon being a former camper.
I arrived for the trainee orientation session early. I saw her name on the list of staff members for the year and grimaced. I remembered Paige from a few years earlier. How could I ever forget her? From the chin up, she was pretty enough -- light brown hair and hazel eyes and a smattering of freckles. But the rest of her? Skinny as a rail. But her biggest problem was that she was opinionated and demanding. Rude some even said. I'd overheard a couple of other counselors say she may have had self-esteem problems. She was a bit older than I was, but some of the female campers had already out-developed her. A few of them bragged that they had already lost their virginity and another openly professed to liking girls over boys. Paige was self-conscious about her physique, and the mean-spiritedness of a few of the campers under her charge probably had more than a little to do with her behavior. My parents taught me to treat others, especially women and girls, with respect, so I bit my tongue often and tried to treat Paige nicely even though I wanted to lash out at her and tell her that her attitude flat-out sucked. I hoped and prayed she was not assigned to me as a trainer because the absolute last thing I needed was her bitching and moaning complicating what looked to be an already hectic week. But then I considered that maybe Paige had changed. I hoped so.
But if she tries her bullshit again, I'm gonna tell her off,
I promised myself.
And it won't be pretty!
I was down near the river watching workers put the finishing touches on a new dock.
About damn time,
I thought. Walking on the rickety old wooden dock had never failed to unnerve me. Suddenly a female voice from behind made me jump.
"George?"
I turned around and stared directly into the face of a goddess. It took me a few seconds to recognize her. It was her eyes and her freckles which did it.
"Paige?" I did a double-take.
"Yeah, it's me, George," she laughed. We hugged.
Boy, had she ever changed! The gawky girl had blossomed into a beautiful young woman. I began lavishing praise on her as I walked around her taking in all her beauty.
"Oh my God, Paige! Wow! You look... terrific! Better than terrific. Holy cow, look at you! God you're hot!" The hiking boots, Levis, and the ugly beige and green camp staff tee-shirt she was wearing looked like a million dollars on her.
"Aw, thank you, George," she laughed while blushing a little and holding her hand over her mouth in embarrassment. "I know it's got to be a shock. I
finally
got boobs and curves."
She need not have reminded me.
"Well, George, I see you're on the list of trainees," she said.
"Yeah," I replied. "I've basically done it all here as a camper, but I love the place and I wasn't drafted by a major league team, so..."
"Well, good luck," she said. "I think you'll make a good counselor." She glanced at her watch. "Whoa! Sorry, I gotta get moving for the trainee orientation. See you in a few, George."
I couldn't help but stare in admiration at her as she ran to the camp hall. When Paige volunteered to be my training counselor (or "TC" in parlance,) my heart soared. Every one of the five other male trainees in the room (all of whom had been checking her out on the sly,) gave me the dirtiest looks imaginable. I relished in it.
The change in Paige was more than physical though. She was all business during the training sessions. She was demanding, but in a good way -- a professional way. Paige demanded, and rightly so, that I take my duties as seriously as she took hers. We'd be in charge of younger campers after all. I knew how much of a handful I'd been at that age and I realized there was probably going to be two or three like that in each group.
The last night of the training session was on a Saturday. The first group of campers were due to arrive the following afternoon. The last round of tests were about CPR and first aid, which were held at and around the pool. And even though I was probably not going to be assigned lifeguard duty, every trainee had participate in a mock drowning rescue. As soon as I saw Paige in her black one-piece swimsuit, my male hormones kicked in. When it came time for the mouth-to-mouth resuscitation phase, I went to full erection. I tried to hide it and attempt to perform the test simultaneously, but I couldn't and panicked. I put my hand in my swim trunks' pocket and surreptitiously as possible tried to hold my dick down in embarrassment because the place was crowded. I made an excuse to the head counselor, Roy, and ran to the restroom. Masturbating to orgasm was the only solution. By the time I was finished and I had finally gone soft, everyone was leaving the pool area and I thought I was finished as a trainee. I went back to my cabin and without hardly a word to anyone, I quickly packed my stuff and wondered how I was going to explain this to my parents. But I thought I owed Paige an explanation and an apology before I left. I knew she'd be disappointed in me, and who could've blamed her? I was angry at myself.
I gently knocked on the door to her private quarters in the deserted female staff cabin and announced myself. "Come in," said Paige. Thankfully she was dressed in sweatpants and a loose-fitting tee-shirt. She immediately confronted me.
"Why'd you run off, George? You were doing so well!" The exasperation and disappointment in her voice was very apparent, but I didn't sense anger at all.
"I had a bad burger for lunch, I guess," I lied. "I told Roy." Roy was the lead counselor.
"Oh, BS, George! Be honest. I saw that big boner you had," she said firmly.
I blushed. I was caught! "I'm sorry, Paige. You just looked so cute in that swimsuit. I really couldn't help it," I said.
"Did you...?" she asked.
"Huh?" I asked.
"In the restroom. Did you whack off?" she said more forcefully.
