Angel's Camp Purity Adventures

[Jozinmynantz]

Part 1: The New Arrival


Angel Woolf was a normal girl. 15 years of age, though she didn't quite look it. All her life, anyone who'd known her would tell you she was small for her age, ever since her premature birth. The doctor had told her mother it was a miracle she had even survived, which is where she got the idea for the name.
Angel, however, wasn't too happy with the name. Her mother was a bit of a religious sort, and would occasionally go off on tangents about "God's rules" for families, and how children should be subservient to their parents and wives should be subservient to their husbands. Angel's name was a constant reminder of her mom, so most of the time she just went by Angie.
But here, at Camp Purity? Here was different.
Angel had missed the first day of camp, due to the family car getting a flat tire. She and her mother had to bunk up in a hotel, and Angel arrived on the second day of the two-week retreat. And of course, being fashionably late draws attention. The other kids had spent the previous day speculating about dear Angel, who couldn't make it, so when she finally arrived, they were excited to see just who had been missing. And as she stepped out of the car, clad in a fitted pink shirt which helped show off her growing bust and a matching pink pleated skirt, they weren't disappointed. At least, the boys weren't.
Angel was the oldest girl at the camp, not counting Cece, the female counselor, who was currently leading the half of the camp which was near the entrance and ready to greet Angel. Now, while Angel may have looked small among her peers, she seemed remarkably mature to the younger teens and pre-teens of the camp, and the boys found themselves magnetized to her. Another girl, Hannah Carson, 13, with deep red hair flowing about halfway down her back, had been the boys' previous favorite, and she felt scorned by the sudden shift in attention. After all, what did Angel have that she didn't? Was it the golden blonde hair cascading down her left shoulder, the ocean blue eyes, the shy, girlish smile, or even just the fact she wasn't yet wearing the ugly camp uniform. Hannah, much to her chagrin, was stuck in a black undershirt, a tan button-up, and dark green shorts, which did nothing to highlight her (lack of, she's 13 lol) curves. Meanwhile here this pink goddess stood out from the crowd.
Whatever it was, the boys were drawn to her. David, Bradley, Giancarlo, Robert, Santiago, and all the others- even James, Hannah's current favorite toy- were ignoring her. They all wanted a taste of the new girl.
Angel had arrived late in the day, during their last camp activity, which today was learning how to tie knots.
Angel proved a natural flirt, just as bad as Hannah. Within seconds of the boys walking up and gawping at her, she had her hair in her hand, twirling it and giggling at everything the boys said. Santiago, a cute Hispanic boy, was the only one who hadn't approached Angel at the first opportunity, but not by choice. His knotting partner, Lucy Delaney, a tomboyish girl with braided black pigtails, had tied him to his chair, telling him it'd be good practice if he wanted a good wife. But Angel, upon seeing this, took an action which led to a course of events she couldn't possibly have foreseen.
When she noticed the poor boy struggling with a knot with one hand, she parted the boys standing in front of her and calmly walked over to him, slowly and deliver undoing the knot while looking him in the eye and smiling.
"Since you came to my rescue, you must be the Angel we've been hearing about" Santiago said coolly.
For the first time in her life, Angel blushed. She was so taken aback she stopped working on the knot for a moment. She'd always hated the name, and was completely prepared to tell everyone her name was Angie, and hadn't considered that they might have already known her name. But the way Santiago said it, so sweetly, she wanted to be called 'Angel', for the first time since she'd been a little girl.
"I'm Santiago, by the way." The boy flashed her a winning smile, and Angel felt her heart flutter once more. She quickly finished untying the knot, but not before quipping back "Well if I'm an Angel you must be my promised Saint."
Lucy was only 13, while Santiago was 15, but she still felt very put-out by such flagrant flirting happening in front of her. Mommy had always told her the best way to get a boy was to tie him up, why wasn't it working?
It was around this time Cece, the flame-haired counselor with a face that seemed to give more space to freckles than to her naturally pale skin, returned with Angel's mom and Angel's uniform and camp bikini.
"Ugggh, mom, do I really have to wear this?" Angel moaned in the brattiest voice she could muster.
But it was Cece who fielded the question. "Believe me kid, I didn't want to either. I read through the handbook about 5 times trying to find some wiggle room, and I can quote it back to you from memory."
"'No camper or camp counselor shall- in the case of campers during camp activities, and in the case of counselors for any time spent outside the counselor cabin- be allowed to wear any clothes, save for those provided by the camp, with the obvious exceptions of legwear and accessories.'"
"It's this or nothing. No pink for me, no pink for you. So you better get used to the Earth tones. You're only allowed your freedoms after dinner and on Sundays."
Angel looked around the camp at the sea of beige and green and gave another grimace, before disdainfully taking the bundle of clothes.
Cece directed Angel and her mother to the girls' cabin, and they transported her luggage before saying their goodbyes. By the time this was done, the dinner bell was already ringing, so Angel was delighted to realize she wouldn't have to put on the ugly uniform until tomorrow!
At dinner, Angel got more acquainted with some of the boys, namely David and Robert. They seemed a little too aggressive for her, but she liked talking to them anyway.
After dinner, everyone was free to wander the camp wearing whatever they liked, so naturally they all filtered out of the mess hall to return to their cabins to change, save for the two counselors, Cece and Thomas. Angel didn't really want to be alone with the counselors, but as she turned to leave she noticed someone else sitting in the corner. She walked over and saw it was one of the girls, whom she hadn't met yet.
"Hello, I'm Angel. What's your name?"
The girl looked up. She had sandy brown hair, tied into cute loose pigtails. She wore red glasses, and was still dressed in the uniform. "My name's Jill. Jill Jackson."
"So what are you doing sitting in the corner when everyone else is putting on their party clothes?"
Jill's face flushed. "I don't have any" she said simply."
"Oh? Why not?"
"My dad said that camp is about team spirit, and that I shouldn't have any other clothes because I should feel like part of the team. But when I'm like this when everyone's having fun it just makes me feel left out."
"Yeah, I see how that'd be a problem. It'd suck to not be able to dress the same as anyone else." A thought crossed Angel's mind, and she would be ashamed to admit the first possible answer that popped into her head was a slightly naughty one. "How'd you get here without any other clothes? You didn't..."
"What, show up in my undies and ask the counselors for a uniform? God, no."
"No, of course, that'd be ridiculous."
"Yeah, dad didn't even let me bring any underwear."
"WHAT!?" Angel was taken aback. The idea that this kind girl sitting in front of her was going commando... it just didn't track. Then she thought of something crazier. "Wait, so did you show up naked?"
It was Jill's turn to look like someone'd said something crazy. "NO! Could you imagine being naked at camp?"
"Yeah that would be awful."
"No, I was allowed to wear a regular outfit on the trip here. Once I got my uniform, dad made me change into it and hand over my clothes. All I've got are this, the bikini, and my pajamas."
"Oh, I forgot about the bikini. Kind of ugly, isn't it?"
"Yeah, but it's the only undergarments I've got, so I'm making due."
"Oh, you're wearing it now? I thought..."
Jill laughed. "You thought I was raw-dogging these khakis? Hell no. I'm not crazy!"
Angel joined in on the laughing. "Oh God wouldn't that just be the worst!"
At around this time, the other campers began to make some noise, indicating they had arrived to play. Angel and her new friend went out together and whiled away the time until sunset, at which point the girls all headed back West, toward the girls' cabin. It was at this moment that something struck Angel, and she turned to Jill and ask "What are the shower facilities like here?"
Jill helped direct Angel to the showers. It turns out the showers were a two-sided building, one side for the girls, with 4 cubicles, and one side for the boys, with another 4. There were locks on each side, and 10 keys. 4 keys were granted to the girls which worked on the girls' side, which could then be re-locked from the inside, and 4 to the boys. Each of the counselors also had one key which could open either side, in case of absolute emergency.
The overall layout of the camp saw one boys' cabin at the northernmost point, not far from the showers, which were south a few dozen feet. Further south was the second boys' cabin, then the mess hall. To the west of that was the girls' cabin, and further west a second disused cabin, as there weren't enough girls to fill it and it was farther from everything else. Further hikes led to other buildings for various activities.
After her first night there, Angel ended up setting up a routine. Each morning, she'd change out of her pajamas into her camp clothes, then bring a change of clothes to the showers for later. After dinner, she'd take one of the girls' shower keys and shower, changing out of her camp clothes and into the evening clothes she had decided on that morning. Then, when it was time for bed and everyone else went to shower, she'd grab her camp clothes and head back to the girls' cabin to change into her pajamas. This routine worked fine for the other 7 girls, who liked the freedom it gave them to take a little more time to shower at night.
The first several days of Angel's stay at Camp Purity passed without too much fuss. Some of the girls were a little jealous of her, and some of the campers played pranks on each other. One memorable moment was when Sampson, a very rude 13-year-old boy, had pulled down the shorts of Lin Lee Koo, a melt-your-heart cute 13-year-old Chinese girl with big droopy eyes and a black bob with bangs. Lin, luckily, had been wearing very modest black panties which had kept her covered, but Cece had taken Sampson over the knee and spanked him for his misconduct. After that, Sampson knew to stay in line.
Eventually, the big day came: Sunday. The day of no camp activities. The girls all got up and headed to breakfast, buzzing about how the beach here was supposed to be really amazing. They all rushed back to their cabins to get changed, but Angel stayed behind in the mess for a bit. She wanted to talk to Santiago.
Eventually, the two of them agreed to meet back up at the beach, and Angel went to her cabin, grabbed her bikini, and headed to the beach. Once there, she found the changing stalls, essentially a large square subdivided by walls into 4 smaller squares. The northern and southern walls were replaced by sets of curtains, and next to the curtain there was a placard, which said "vacant" on one side and "occupied" on the other. Angel headed into one that said "vacant", flipping the sign on the way, and put her bikini on the wall hanger as she pulled off her thin Summer dress. Once in her underwear, she took a good look at the bikini as she unclasped her plain white bra. It was totally green, and hardly the height of fashion. She slipped her bra off her shoulders and heard some footsteps outside as she noted that the top of the bikini was quite conservative, leaving no cleavage, but the bottoms, as she stepped out of her panties and picked them up, were very modest in the back but surprisingly skimpy in the front. On the sides they were actually only connected by thin strings. She began to step into them when all of a sudden the curtain was flung open, giving Angel a full view of the beachfront- and everyone on it a view of her. But luckily, everyone was looking away and-
"Wow, nice tits Angel!" Yelled Hannah, still holding the curtain open. Heads on the beach started to turn in the direction of the sound, and Angel quickly finished stepping into the bikini bottoms as she turned around, unwilling to let anyone see more than her back. She reached for the curtain to close it, but realized this was a mistake as Hannah's hand darted in and grabbed the bikini top. Hannah took a few steps away, and Angel stayed rooted to the spot, turning her head to face her but not daring to turn the rest of her body.
"A bit fugly of a top, don't you think?" Hannah said as she pretended to examine the article critically.
"You're wearing the same thing!" Angel snapped at her.
"Oh, so you're stealing my looks?" Hannah began to walk further away from the stall, practically daring Angel to come after her.
But it was at this point that a hand snatched the top from Hannah. Santiago walked up to Angel and turned his head away as he held out the top to her. Angel wordlessly grabbed it, pulled the curtain shut, and quickly pulled it on. Hannah pouted and stormed away, wanting to have had more of a chance to revel in her prank. She set off to go see if James liked how she looked in her bikini.
Angel put on her top quietly, made sure it was secured, and opened the curtain to see Santiago still standing there, very mindfully looking away. The two of them had gotten along quite well the past few days, and Angel had picked him out as her favorite, having mostly stopped flirting with the other boys, to their disappointment.
As Santiago turned around, he was greeted with the beautiful sight of Angel's body. She may have been rather small, and the swimsuit more conservative than what girls her age would normally wear to the beach, but to Santiago, it was still one of the most beautiful sights in the world. The two of them walked happily down the beach, until Lucy tripped and spilled her ice cream onto Angel's midriff.
"I'll go get you a towel" said Santiago.
"What?" cried Angel. "No, Lucy should get it, she's the one who spilled it."
"Well," Lucy rebutted, "if you two are always gonna be walking side-by-side and flirting in front of the whole camp, why not just let Santiago lick it off?"
Santiago and Angel both flushed furiously at the suggestion, each seriously considering it for about half a second before Angel rushed off to get the towel herself.

The next several days at the camp passed without incident, until the night of the tenth day.
Angel headed to the shower just after dinner, as she did every day. She undressed, set her camp uniform on one of the racks, placed her plain white underwear on the other rack was one of her favorite outfits- a thin white tank top, a small dark blue cover-up, and a blue-and-red check-print skirt. She climbed in the shower and started to clean herself, but partway through, she heard the door open.
"Hello?" Called Angel. There was no response. After a moment, she heard another shower turn on, and figured whoever it was must've just decided to take an early shower. Nothing wrong with that. She finished up, stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and started to dry herself off, when she suddenly noticed the door to the shower had been propped open. Blushing furiously, she wrapped the towel around herself, grabbed the block of wood holding it open, and let the door shut. Luckily, she hadn't seen anyone out there, so she was reasonably sure no boys had gotten a peek at her naked body, but it was still unsettling all the same. There were two girls in here who could've been totally exposed if a boy walked by!
Calming herself down, Angel toweled off and walked over to her pile of clothing, immediately noticing that the underwear she had laid on top of it was gone. She looked around, but couldn't find it anywhere. It wasn't in the pile with her camp clothes, either. Then she noticed something else. Despite the fact someone else had come in and was running a shower, there weren't any clothes here except for Angel's two outfits. Risking being wrong, she called out "Hello?" again, and after no reply, she walked over to the running shower and pulled open the curtain. It was empty.
Angel turned off the shower, pulled the curtain shut, and after wrapping the towel around herself again, decided to check the other stalls one by one. If a boy had snuck in here and taken her underwear, she wanted to make sure to catch him. But alas, all of the stalls were empty, and there was still no sign of her underwear.
Begrudgingly, Angel pulled on the tank top, feeling it tight against her small red nipples. She hadn't gone a day without a bra since she was 12. She then grabbed and pulled the skirt over her bare ass, consciously feeling the fabric laying against her bare skin in a way it never had before. A skirt? With no panties? This was terribly embarrassing. She pulled on the cover-up as well, grateful that even though it didn't cover the vitals, she at least felt a little better having less exposed skin. She pulled on her shoes and socks, then grabbing the shower key and putting it in her pocket, headed out the door.
Instantly, a chill wind met her, and she felt far more exposed than she had in the shower cabin.
Angel has been outside with bare skin before. She obviously wore skirts a lot, and she often had bare arms, too. And, of course, she never covered up her pretty little face, except a few years ago when she had to wear a mask everywhere. But this was different. This was... sensitive. She hadn't thought about the possibility that the feeling of the outside air would creep all the way up her thighs into her most private of places. But it was a good reminder. She had to find her way back to her cabin as soon as possible. If only it wasn't practically all the way on the other side of the camp.
Steeling herself, Angel began to walk south, treading the familiar path back. But, of course, closest to the showers was one of the boys' cabins. And this was where most of the campers liked to hang out and play the evenings away. As Angel approached, she noticed this was holding true today, as well. Hannah, Lin, Gina, Lucy, David, James, Bradley, Robert, Giancarlo... and of course, Santiago was here. He turned and waved Angel over excitedly, because why wouldn't he want to play with her. As Angel looked closer, she noticed he was holding a water gun. Everyone was. And there were two more unclaimed on a picnic table nearby.
Santiago jogged over. "Hey, we're all shooting each other over here. Wanna join in?"
Angel looked at Santiago, and then looked at everyone else, all having fun. She decided there wasn't much harm in joining in, and walked over to claim one of the leftover guns, quickly turning it toward Hannah, who had her back turned, and spraying her hair. Hannah let out a high-pitched squeal as the water hit her, then spun around to see where it had come from. Angel, in her wisdom, had already ducked behind Santiago, so Hannah squirted at him instead, and Santiago laughed as the cool water hit him. They all continued to run around for a while, hitting each other with spurts of water, having fun getting wet together, occasionally refilling from the water fountain. Angel ended up taking off her cover-up and laying it on the table with the other unclaimed gun, then went back to running around. She had been having so much fun she had managed to forget about her predicament, until Robert noticed the thin white material of her shirt and carefully sprayed his entire load over her chest. Angel closed her eyes, put her hands up and let out a playful squeal as the water drenched into the material. When she opened her eyes, she noticed Robert's mouth was gaping open, and he had even dropped his gun. Confused, she looked around just in time to lock eyes with Hannah, who after a quick glance down loudly shouted "Damn, Angel, no bra? I didn't realize you were such a slut!"
Angel looked down. Her small nipples, slowly hardening from the cold water, were pushing against her shirt, starting to create a noticeable bump. But far worse than that, the fabric had turned see-through, and she realized that the deep red stood out quite well, as she looked up again and noticed just about everyone staring- even Santiago.
She quickly dropped her gun and clapped both arms over her budding chest, tears forming in her eyes as she got ready to get out of there, but before she even noticed, Hannah had somehow moved behind her, and was now gripping her left arm.
"Hannah, what are you doing?" Angel asked nervously, really hoping the answer would be better than she expected.
"Well..." Hannah whispered the first word into Angel's ear, before leaning away and saying much louder "I was just wondering if it's a matching set?"
The gears in Angel's mind took a moment to turn before she understood what Hannah was saying. "No... please, don't."
Hannah placed her free hand on Angel's waist, then snaked it down to the top of her skirt. She began to grip it as some of the boys began to cheer.
"You really don't have to do this."
Hannah removed her other hand from Angel's arm and gripped the skirt in the same spot on the other side.
"Please... please stop..."
Slowly, ever so slowly, Hannah began to pull the skirt down, with every boy Angel could see locking eyes on what was about to be revealed. Santiago, however, seemed to have disappeared.
"Nonono please don't do this pleasepleaseplease."
Angel shot down one of the hands covering her chest and gripped the front of the skirt, trying to hold it up with all her might.
Hannah leaned in close and whispered in Angel's ear as she continued to pull. "Say it and I'll stop."
"I'm... I'm not wearing any..." Angel whispered, her voice breaking.
There was a sharp tug, and Angel's hips came into view as the skirt slid dangerously low. Angel had managed to hold the front up high enough, but she could feel her bare butt sticking out over the top.
"Louder, slut."
"I'M NOT WEARING ANY PANTIES!" Angel shouted, closing her eyes and wishing all of this would stop.
Hannah let go of Angel's skirt, as promised, then quickly gave her a sharp slap on her butt, making Angel wince from the pain. She almost dropped the precariously dangling skirt, but managed to barely keep a grip on it.
"Awww, c'mon, why'd you stop?" Whined Robert.
"Yeah, we were just about to see the goods!" Teased Bradley.
Hannah walked over to them and calmly said "Sometimes, knowing you can't have something just makes it even sexier." With that, she flashed them a quick smile, then grabbed her shirt and flashed them her tummy. Pulling it back down as quickly as it went up, Hannah turned and skipped away.
Angel, by this time, had secured her skirt entirely. Clasping both hands against her still dangerously exposed chest, she decided to just leave and started running South, toward the mess hall. But as she started on her way, James stuck out his foot in front of her, expertly tripping her. She fell flat, and felt so embarrassed to be face-down in the mud, until she realized fully what had just happened. On the way down, her skirt had flown up. The boys started to cheer, and then she felt a hand on her skirt.
Oh no... she thought. My life is over.
The hand swiftly pulled the hem of her skirt back down to cover her butt, then she heard a shove and a thud.
"That's quite enough of that. Let her go."
Angel rolled over and sat up to see Santiago, her rescuer, standing over James. He turned to her and his face went bright red. Angel looked down. Her top was still see-through, and she had stopped covering it, but that wasn't the worst of it. She was leaning back slightly, arms straight down on the grass to support her, and as she'd rolled over, she'd lifted up her right knee. Follow the line of sight and...
Angel quickly curled forward and dropped her leg as she put her hands on her skirt to hold it down. Santiago reached down a hand and helped her up, and she mumbled a "thank you..." before turning and running the rest of the way back to the girls' cabin. There, she took off her muddy clothes and tossed them in a pile, pulling on first some pastel blue underwear, and then her black pajamas, made up of long pants and a shirt. She then sat in her bed and cried for a little while, horrified that she could've been so exposed- and to the boy she had a crush on!
Eventually, the other girls started to come back from the evening events, the ones who had been there not saying a word, and the ones who hadn't not knowing what was happening. They all headed to the showers, and Angel got up and followed them, realizing she still had to retrieve her camp uniform. But when she got there, it was gone. There was Jill's, easily recognizable by the camp bikini on top of it, but the other 3 sets of clothes were all casual wear, and the space she had left her uniform that evening was totally empty. She decided this probably wasn't worth worrying about, and that the counselors would understand, and headed to bed.

The next morning, she got out of bed, pulled off her pajamas, and began to look around for the camp uniform before remembering her visit to the shower. A memory which then cascaded backwards and reminded her of the water gun incident. She shivered as she thought about what had happened, then looked through her clothes. She had her own green shorts and a black T-shirt, and while they weren't very close to the camp uniform, she was thinking they'd be the best match she could get until she could get a new uniform.
She went to breakfast, feeling weirdly out of place while everyone else was actually in uniform, and Lucy approached her.
"Hey, Angel, what's up with your clothes? No undies yesterday, no uniform today... won't you get in trouble?"
Angel looked up at Lucy, blushing. "Someone seems to like stealing my clothes. I'm betting it's that bitch Hannah."
"Ooh, yeah, she was pretty mean yesterday. You're lucky she stopped!"
"Yeah, I'm gonna get her back for that somehow."
"Anyhow, toodles!"
Lucy headed back to her breakfast, and after everyone finished eating their food, they split up into two groups for the first activities of the day, with Angel being in Cece's group.
Everyone filed into a line and marched off, with Angel near the back of the line, until they arrived at their destination. Cece turned around and started explaining to the campers what they would be doing, until her eyes alighted on Angel.
"And what do you think you're wearing? That doesn't look like the official Camp Purity uniform."
"M-my uniform was stolen. I was hoping this would be close enough."
A wicked grin spread across Cece's face as she said "Well, it's not very close at all. Not even the right colors. And if you're allowed to wear whatever you want by pretending," she put special emphasis, "that you lost your uniform, what's to stop the other girls from ditching theirs and joining you? And then I'm stuck here being the only one in this ugly thing."
Cece cleared her throat and then very carefully, clearly recited to Angel "No camper or camp counselor shall- in the case of campers during camp activities, and in the case of counselors for any time spent outside the counselor cabin- be allowed to wear any clothes, save for those provided by the camp."
Angel gulped as she realized what Cece was saying to her.

[Somebody]

Don't think I didn't notice that Xenoblade X reference. very nice.
At least your version of Linly is allowed to show some skin.