Summer was finally here! I was so excited to be chosen as a Counselor Leader In Training at Camp Mohawk. I had never been to the camp, but I was told that it was around since the 1960s, and the pictures that I had made it look really rustic and fun.
I hadn’t expected to be chosen. My best friends Marcia and Wendy had applied to be counselors. Marcia’s family unexpectedly planned to take a trip to Barcelona and asked if I wanted to fill in for her as an alternate only a few days earlier. Everything was falling into place!
My parents and brother said their goodbyes, and I hopped on board a school bus bound for Lake Nipigon with my best friend Wendy. I had never been away from home by myself, and this promised to be an incredible adventure!
“I am so thrilled, Wendy!” I smiled at my friend. Wendy has long wispy blonde hair, classic good looks, and she’s sprouted boobs recently, and they are fantastic.
I am still working on mine, and very self-conscious about my puffy little boobies. I’ve done everything from stuffing my bra to baggy clothes in order to make people think I have a little more up top than I really do.
“Yeah, I can’t wait to let my hair down and have some fun, Strawberry!” Wendy flashed her perfect smile.
My name is Candace, but everybody calls me Strawberry because of my red hair and the splash of freckles across my nose. The nickname is a little embarrassing. I’ve been hoping as I mature that people will call start calling me Candace. I imagined the respectful campers that I’d be assigned calling me MISS CANDACE. I was looking forward to that.
I had a late birthday, and I was lucky to be assigned as a Counselor Leader In Training. I was told that most of them are in high school already. It seemed like quite the honor to be selected (even if I was a last minute choice).
“I just realized that the acronym for Counselor Leader In Training is C-L-I-T,” I whispered to my friend. That was a pretty funny oversight. We both giggled over my naughty discovery. I’ve kissed boys and done finger stuff, but I had never gone all the way.
Wendy on the other hand, SAYS she is a virgin, but there are several boys who say otherwise. She definitely seems more worldly when it comes to sexual things than me.
The ride to Camp Mohawk was largely uneventful. We sang 101 bottles of beer on the wall, and even a few naughty songs like “101 dildos on the wall”. The bus was co-ed and there were some really cute boys on the bus.
“It kind of sucks that the boys are going to be segmented on one side of the camp,” I observed to Wendy. There was an older blonde boy with braces that was silently flirting with me.
“I am pretty sure that the boys will find a way to sneak over to the girl’s side of the camp,” Wendy smiled mischievously.
“Do you think we could in trouble though? We are Counselor Leaders and we have to set a good example for the younger girls,” I snickered. I intended to at least meet one cute boy at summer camp, or what was the point in going, right?
A girl that was sitting behind us had been eavesdropping. She had short brown hair and a smirky sarcastic attitude. “You know we get assigned boy campers, don’t you?”
“What?” I asked in disbelief.
“Yeah, I was a camper last year. I know for sure. My name is Roxanne,” she introduced herself. We gave her our names and asked why they would put girls in charge of boys. “You’ll see!”
We thought she might be pulling our legs. Wendy and I theorized that they might segment the CAMPERS into boys and girls, but they probably trust the camp counselors. “They probably assign one boy and one girl counselor to each cabin. You know? Sort of like Mom and Dad of the cabin,” I suggested.
“I don’t know, but maybe some of my campers will be cute,” Wendy sounded hopeful.
“They are going to be younger than us!”
“So what? Maybe they hit their growth spurt. A girl can hope, right?” Wendy chuckled. We didn’t think about it again until we arrived.
The bus was hot and sweaty, and all I had on was a white camp shirt and a pair of black shorts, and sneakers. I saw the camp in the distance. I could make out pristine white riding stables, an elaborate sports stadium, what appeared to be really luxurious log cabins, and a wonderful swimming pool next to a beautiful lake with canoes and kids having fun.
“Why are we driving past?”
Roxanne leaned up and explained that was our rival “Camp North Star”. “Every year, we have a competition with the rich pricks from North Star, and every year we lose,” she laughed derisively.
That was disappointing but I was still hopeful. We had to drive the long way round the lake. The camp had clearly seen better days. The sign out front was faded and read “Camp North Fart”. One of the campers must have vandalized the sign. My friend and I chuckled pretty hard about that.
The camp wasn’t much. There was a central building with the offices and cafeteria, and a few cabins on one side. There was a lot of woods, and a broken-down old playground. I was already starting to like the place though. It had a homey feeling. I’ve always liked the plucky underdogs and this place really looked like it was that.
The camp director greeted us when we filed off the bus.
“Okay, everybody, I’m waiting...” he made us stand in line as we filed off the bus. Wendy and I were quiet but after a long bus ride everyone else seemed to want to talk and misbehave.
“People, settle down ... Okay, that’s better,” Morty accepted a little chit-chat and continued once he largely had our attention. “There’s a lot of new people this year, so before I go any further...
I want to introduce myself. My name is DIRECTOR MELNICK,” Morty was very explicit in what he wanted to be called.
He was wearing a t-shirt that read “when this hand goes up, the mouth closes.” He didn’t intimidate me though. He seemed like he was a really nice guy – a little disorganized.
“Hi Morty!” several of the kids who were regulars (including Roxanne) delighted in pushing his buttons and he accepted it with a little chagrin. I kind of liked their sense of humor. I had never spoken to an adult that way before.
“My name is DIRECTOR MELNICK! Not Morty! Not to you, not to the campers,” Morty looked at his clipboard and lifted a sheet of paper as if he were checking names and counting heads. “The buses with the campers will be here shortly and it is important you get your bus assignments. Each of you will be assigned SIX campers.”
The regulars held up five fingers and repeated “Five” as if that is what they heard him say.
“No, Six campers,” he started to correct them before he realized they were just having a little fun teasing him.
“But if we lose one, then that would be okay?” the cute blonde boy that had smiled at me laughed.
“Bobby, don’t start this year. I am really not in the mood.”He gave us each simple fitbits. They were watches that could be used as watch timers and track steps and physical activity. They weren’t very expensive looking but he acted as if he was trusting us with something sacred. Morty repeatedly mentioned that we’d be docked if we lost them and that it was our responsibility to keep track of them. I was confused by their purpose but all of the counselors received one.
At his side, was a blonde amazon who introduced herself as Head Counselor AJ while they signed out the fitbit watches. The boys and even Roxanne jeered when she said “Head” because of the double entendre.
AJ placed her hands on her hips. She had amazing breasts, and she stood tall and proud. I couldn’t believe she was even a teenager. She looked like a grown woman. “Yes, HEAD counselor, that’s right, and I am damn good at it, but not for the likes of you Clits.”
I exploded with laughter. Our head counselor actually CALLED us clits.
“Something funny, Clit?”
“I just didn’t know you were going to actually call us that, I am sorry,” I blushed.
“Do you expect me to say counselor leaders in training every time?” AJ asked rhetorically before asking me my name. She wrote it down on her clip board as if she were circling it and putting me on a naughty list already.
She led us on a tour of the camp. “There are six cabins on the girl’s side, and nine cabins on the boys side.”
“SIXTY-NINE!” several of the male counselors shouted enthusiastically.
She ignored the boys jab about sixty-nine and remained serious.
“The cafeteria is the neutral zone. Girl campers aren’t permitted on the boys side, and boy campers aren’t permitted on the girls side unless you have special permission for Co-Ed activities. The farthest you go is the cafeteria. Is that abundantly clear?” AJ explained sternly.
“Yes, Head Counselor AJ!” a couple of the boys joked. Bobby wasn’t the biggest smart-ass of the bunch. The main comedian was his friend “Trip” and he seemed to egg everyone to be a little raunchy and disrespectful. I thought that was okay, considering the campers were not there.
The Cafeteria seemed to double as a rec hall when meals were not served and even as a gym. There was a small office with a gift shop attached to it at the front. That’s where Director Melnick went after the initial introductions. He left everything to AJ and I thought that was pretty cool. I hoped to be as poised and in charge as she was when I got my campers.
There were shower buildings on either side of the cafeteria. One was designated for girls and the other for boys on the appropriate side. I was a little surprised by the fact that we had communal showers. That was pretty wild.
“Awww, not co-ed? I heard we were going to have big changes this year,” Trip asked patronizingly.
“One big change is that I am going to tie you up by your feet and let your campers use you as a piñata, Trip. Now, be a big boy and set a good example for the newbies.”
“Yes, Miss AJ, Ma’am,” Trip barked out his response as if he were in the military answering a drill sergeant.
“Good boy, follow orders, and you may get to shower in the head counselor’s private shower this year,” She cooed. “Would you like that, Trip?”
I had no idea that she was flirting!
“You know that I would,” Trip sang his response.
“Good, I’ll make the arrangements for you to shower with Steve tonight,” she smiled wickedly. She obviously had been shining Trip on.
“Steve Rhoades is back this year? What happened? Did the parole board decide to send him back here another year? That guy is WAY too old to be a camp counselor. I guess he likes them young, and he keeps getting older and they stay the same age year after year. It’s probably the only way he can get girls,” Trip was in the middle of insulting the guy when we heard a harumph.
“Steve? You old son-of-a-gun,” Trip knew instantly that his nemesis was standing behind him. Steve was broad shouldered, athletic and he clearly thought he was god’s gift to women. “Looks like we’ll be shaping young minds and teaching them Camp Mohawk values together again, old buddy,” Trip kissed up to him.
“Yeah,” Steve ignored him. “It’s going to be a very educational summer,” he observed casually as he walked over and put his arm around AJ. She looked a little uncomfortable but didn’t shrug it off. It was probably inappropriate around other counselors.
“What? a little touch is going to bother you?” Steve grinned.
“No, Steve. Just remember that this year, I am a head counselor just like you,” AJ bluntly reminded him that they shared equal authority. It was abundantly clear that AJ’s responsibility was over the girl clits and that Steve was in charge of the boy counselors.
“Not JUST like me,” Steve offered crudely as he stared at her bulging tits through her shirt, and then said that he could think of “TWO differences.”
“Are all the guys here total pervs?” I whispered my question to Wendy. Roxanne overheard as well and giggled. Roxanne assured us that we didn’t know the half of it. I wanted to meet a boy at camp, but I hoped that he wasn’t going to be rude and foul mouthed.
Steve took the male counselors to the other side of the camp to set up. I followed AJ to the other side of the camp. There were three other female counselors in training. I was assigned to cabin six. It looked sturdy enough and it was fairly close to the shower.
“I’ve got cabin eight. We are close to each other,” Wendy seemed pleased.
“Wait, cabin eight? There are nine cabins. This really is the boy’s side?” I realized that Roxanne hadn’t been kidding.
“Told you so,” Roxanne told us she had cabin seven and that we’d be neighbors.
Several buses arrived shortly after, and we went out to meet them. AJ blew her whistle and lined the campers up. Morty gave them a short introduction and promised them genuine Indian arrow heads, leathercrafting, basket weaving, canoeing and fun in the sun.
“You know why we are here,” several of the campers shouted eagerly. “Okay, okay, keep your shorts on! We’ll do introductions and a tour and then in about an hour we’ll bring everyone out for orientation!”
As my campers started arriving, I asked them to stand next to me and wait. There was a little chaos, but AJ and Steve actually managed it very well. Steve was a little crass with the girls. He blew his whistle and told them to stop, and then tried to confuse them and tell them to go. It was just a little good-natured playful hazing and nothing else.
Despite the long bus ride, the boys seemed a little riled up and excited. Most of the campers were a head shorter than me and although we were close in age, they seemed impossibly immature. Most of the handsome ones were assigned to other cabins. I wasn’t interested in younger boys, but I noticed that I seemed to get the strangest ones.
You know how when kids pick teams for sports, there are always those kids that are chosen last? I felt like AJ was changing the assignments to give me those kids.
I took my six back to the cabin and introduced myself and told them my name. I left out the part about calling me Strawberry. There was no point in giving out that nickname. I told them what part of Ontario I was from and a little about the things I enjoyed. It was nice because they hung on every word and kept looking at me intently.
“You look hungry,” I observed. The boys all looked famished. I wasn’t much older than them but I felt an instinctive obligation to look after them. This was my first time at camp, and despite being nervous and a little self-conscious about being a leader I tried to project confidence.
I informed the boys when dinner would be and that we had orientation soon. I asked them to introduce themselves.
The first boy introduced himself. He was shy, awkward and wore thick black framed glasses. They were the old 1960s style frames. His friend quickly told everyone his nickname was “Spaz”. He was wiry and looked incredibly nerdy.
His friend introduced himself as Larry Finkelstein. Spaz made sure everyone knew to call him “Fink”. Larry shrugged and said everyone calls him that. “Everyone calls my dad that too,” he explained that his father owned an electronic store in Ottawa. He was heavy set, with short-cropped hair.
They had both been campers for the last two years and were fast friends. They implied that this year was going to be different for them and that they were super excited to be here. I told them I was too.
“Well, alright!” they both cheered. I was glad they were so happy that I was their counselor.
The third boy introduced himself as “Wheels”. He didn’t say why that was his nickname. He had dark curly hair and was athletic. Wheels was average looking but by comparison to the others he was attractive. He seemed mature for his age.
He had been here the previous year. “I wouldn’t miss the year for anything,” he implied that he was ready to have a really great time. I told him I’d do everything I could to ensure that happened.
The fourth camper was shy. He introduced himself as “Renzetti” and told everyone that they could call him Hardware. He had an American accent – probably from New York. He was thin and had a crooked nose.
He said that his parents made him come year after year, and this year he was finally looking forward to it as well.
The fifth camper called himself “Horse”. I asked him if he loved horses because I do as well. I assumed that he would say yes. “Nope, you’ll see why they call me Horse!”
I had no intention of seeing his penis, if that was what he meant. I didn’t feel as confident in myself as AJ to dress him down though. I hoped I could set barriers and boundaries. I felt like I should have started off by insisting they call me “Miss Candace” but now I was feeling self-conscious. I was only a year or maybe two older than these boys at most. I didn’t feel entirely in charge.
He certainly seemed like he had been at the camp previously, but he didn’t say.
The final camper was shy. He introduced himself simply as Rudy and offered no background on where he was from or his interests.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” one of them asked me. The boys all seemed to want to know.
“No,”
“Does the carpet match the drapes?” Horse asked if my pubes were red like my hair. I ignored his question and rolled my eyes. He promised he’d see soon enough. I wanted to tell him “Fat chance” but I was a little too nervous to assert myself.
“Do you have a nickname?” Spaz asked.
“I’d rather you not call me by my nickname, but since most of you have one,” I paused and looked at Rudy. He was the ONLY boy in my cabin without a nickname. “My friends call me Strawberry,” I admitted.
“I bet you are sweet to eat!” Fink grinned lasciviously as if he wanted to actually eat me like a meal. The others laughed.
“I’d prefer you call me Candace,” I replied dryly. I didn’t want to seem like a hard-ass but I had imagined that the my campers would respect me more if they had to address me like a teacher.
“Can dance?” Spaz boogied around the cabin and moonwalked. The cabin was fairly spartan with six beds, chests, and small table and chairs we could sit at. A few of the boys chuckled at my expense.
“No, Canned ASS,” Fink waddled around the room wiggling his butt and smacking it. There were howls of laughter.
“Okay, that is enough,” I offered them a sour smile. “Don’t get on my bad side,” I warned them.
“Or what?” Fink challenged me. “You going to spank us, Counselor?”
The others giggled at the absurdity of that notion. I had no idea how to punish them if they were bad. “I might tell the head counselor,” I warned. I felt powerless all of a sudden, like the only authority that I really had was quickly evaporating and that soon the boys would figure out I was just faking having any to begin with.
A rock song began playing over the PA loudspeakers. The music was muffled but all the campers recognized it and cheered.
Are you ready for the summer?
Are you ready for the good times?
Are you ready for the birds and bees?
the apple trees!
And a whole lotta foolin’ around
Are you ready for the hot nights?
Are you ready for the fireflies
the moonlit skies
And a whole lotta foolin’ around
No more pencils, no more books
No more teachers’ dirty looks
The old rock song signaled that AJ was ready to begin orientation and we exited the cabin. The other boys were filing out of their cabins with their camp counselors. The camp director observed from behind AJ like a proud general marshalling his troops on the morning before battle. AJ was the star of the orientation and everyone instinctively lined up on her in small groups.
I was a lanky bean pole of a girl with few curves and my show of confidence was all an act.
AJ was who I wanted to be. She commanded attention in how she moved and spoke. She blew a whistle and lined everyone up by cabin. Each of the girl counselors were standing with the campers from our assigned cabin. I thought there had been some mix-up by assigning girls to run the boy’s side of the camp. No one else appeared nervous or confused and there was quite a bit of apprehension for what AJ had to say.
“This year we are trying something new at Camp Mohawk, so I am just going to go right ahead and address it with this initial orientation. I expect you twerps to listen up and listen WELL. If you do not listen then you and I are going to have a bad time at Camp this summer and if I have a bad time, then you will definitely HAVE a bad time.”
AJ’s stony demeanor got everyone’s attention. No one talked, and all eyes were on her. “If you fail to follow my instructions then not only will you draw back a slap across your chubby little faces, but you could be ejected from the NIS program this summer.”
There were no objections or questions. I knew about the Naked in School program (NIS). It was something for high schools and colleges. “As you should all know if you READ your programs this year, Morty signed up Camp Mohawk for participation in an experimental NIS summer program.”
“Lost money at the track this year, Morty?” a wise-acre from another cabin joked, and a short burst of laughter cascaded from the source of the comment.
“Camp Mohawk can’t compete with Camp North Star in amenities. We do this and we can afford to get the holes in the canoes patched up ... But yes, if you must know, the track hasn’t been kind this year,” Morty admitted in self-deprecating fashion.
“Raise your hands if you have attended a school with the NIS program?” AJ asked. Almost no one raised their hands. A few of the older camp counselors raised their hands.
AJ glared at Morty, as if she expected the response but hadn’t hoped for it. “Keep your hands up if you’ve done your mandatory naked in school week?”
Roxanne was surprisingly one of the girls who had her hand raised, along with two of the other counselors. Wendy didn’t raise her hand and neither did I.
“Not to worry, by the end of this orientation you will have the basics down. The naked body is nothing to be ashamed of and everyone has one under their clothes. I’ve personally volunteered every year for NIS, and I plan to attend a year round NIS college program in the fall,” AJ was already removing her big white Camp Mohawk t-shirt.
I gasped when her tits sprung forth and bounced freely. A lot of boys giggled and guffawed as they stared at the head counselor’s exposed melons. I couldn’t help the feeling of sympathetic humiliation running up my spine. I wasn’t the one topless, but I felt empathy for AJ. I assumed it must have been incredibly humiliating to take her shirt off in front of over fifty boys that were ogling her.
If it bothered AJ in the least, she didn’t show it. “Go ahead and get the giggles out and laugh, it’s perfectly natural and you will get a good long look this summer. You may even be capable of staring at tits without acting like total morons,” she chided the boys. She placed her thumbs in the sides of her black shorts and then slid them down to her ankles. She took her panties off as she did.
The giggles morphed into shocked exasperation. I felt like there was something so naughty about what she was doing and the fact that AJ acted like it was perfectly normal to expose herself to total strangers made it seem even more provocative.
Imagine a fully developed woman with big knockers standing naked in front of over sixty people wearing clothes. If AJ wasn’t so attractive and stacked, I assumed she’d be melting with humiliation. I could hardly believe that my camp counselor was going to be naked for the summer.
I wondered if she planned to put her clothes back on at all! My mind began to flash with how hard it might be to eat dinner in the mess hall in a room filled with people wearing clothes. I was blushing sympathetically thinking about it.
This sudden news was completely blowing my mind!
“Eyes up here,” AJ demanded that the guys stop looking at her boobs and look at her face while she spoke. I quickly realized that was a joke AJ was making to add a little levity to the situation. “I am just kidding. You can LOOK at any part of me. That’s the entire idea of the NIS program.”
AJ explained that the program started in California over twenty years earlier. It was a radical program that many people misunderstood. Students (and some teachers) volunteer for a week and attend classes in the nude. There were many detractors who opposed the program, but the results had been overwhelmingly positive and it had spread across the world.
Canada (where I live) is fairly progressive, but we can also be fairly conservative on some things as well. Society has increasingly become more tolerant, but I had never personally seen anyone in the program. I had only heard about it in the news.
NIS was founded primarily to reduce teen pregnancy by taking the stigma and curiosity out of sexuality. “You know what I got; I know what you have. We don’t need to make an excuse to bump uglies in the backseat of a car to see each other’s naughty bits. Yes, girls get curious as well and on the other side of camp the other head counsellor is having this exact same conversation with the girls.”
“If they are curious about what Steve has, the girls probably have to get a microscope out!” one of the older girl counselors teased.
“Steve is a man-slut, but that’s the other important part about NIS,” AJ added. “There is nothing wrong with being a slut and body shaming is not appreciated. Dicks come in all shapes and sizes; some lean to the left, some peckers are big, some cocks are medium, and some wieners are teeny-tiny,” AJ squeezed her fingers closely together to approximate the size of Steve’s dick. “That is okay,” she added with a smile. “I have big tits, big perfect, voluptuous, lovely, delicious boobs that don’t sag, perfect life preservers! I’ll never sink if I ever start to drown. Even if I didn’t, have a great rack, I’d still be more of a man than you ever will be, Steve Rhoades!”
“More than a mouthful is a waste anyways,” one of the crude boys from another cabin jeered her, but AJ didn’t seem to notice.
The head counselor even bounced up and down to demonstrate as if the buoyant balloons on her chest were her favorite toys. “There are all shapes and sizes of breasts! Some are round, Some jugs are like triangles, some are like puffy, some boobies are flat. They are all okay! NIS helps young people see that the parts of the physical form that we normally hide in society are all acceptable. I have a big clit,” she reached down between her hairless pussy and pushed the flap of skin between her legs up as if it was not the most sensitive and private part of her body she had just pinched.
“Just looking at the pimples on your faces, I can tell most of you have never seen one of these. You don’t know what it is for, and you don’t know how sensitive it is. The point of NIS is you get to ask us questions about it, touch it, and look at it.”
These boys get to touch her clit? No wonder they seemed excited to be here. I thought back to how they seemed hungry earlier and started to wonder if they just couldn’t wait for this part.
She told them that the clit was not much different than the loose skin on her elbow. It was made of the same cells, but it had a different purpose and level of sensitivity. “That’s all! Once you realize that the body is the body, and your curiosity is satisfied then we can get on with other activities this summer.”
“My perverted uncle is sixty-four, and I do not think he’s ever going to stop being curious about bodies like yours,” Roxanne joked.
“Activities? Broken canoes, making wallets and games of horse-shoes?” Fink quipped from behind me. There were other sarcastic comments as well, but I didn’t hear all of them.
“We are going to have a good number of NIS demonstrations and activities but also traditional camp activities,” AJ informed everyone. “The first orientation is just to lay the ground rules on what you are learning and what a reasonable request actually is.”
I had no idea what she was talking about. It all sounded so thrilling and terrifying at the same time. What did she mean by reasonable requests? I had so many questions!
I was shocked by the fact that I did not know any of this was going to happen. I had admittedly not read all of the package that Camp Mohawk sent when I completed my application. I convinced my parents to let me sign up in place of Marcia’s without discussing it. They had no reason to ask if the summer program involved NIS. I wondered if my parents would be mad at me for going to a camp that had adopted the NIS program.
I was actually quite curious about whether or not I’d get to see Steve in the nude. I had lots of questions about how boys’ bodies worked. I assumed that I’d find out naturally through sexual experimentation. I had to admit that I could see the logic of being able to ask questions BEFORE I had all of the pressure of performing sexually with a boy that I liked.
Steve was a pretentious douche-bag, but he was also a full grown man with hair on his chest (I could see it through his t-shirt) and stubble on his face. He might have been crass and a bit of a bad-boy, but I was genuinely wondering if he was going to get hard in front of the female campers.
I almost giggled out loud when I thought about his dick getting hard uncontrollably. It was such a naughty thought that I almost didn’t realize that AJ was talking directly to me.
“Earth to air-head,” AJ got my attention. I heard the others laughing right at me and a fresh wave of red-humiliation washed down my spine. The empathetic feelings I had for AJ’s predicament were nothing compared to the self-conscious embarrassment I felt when everyone looked at me and laughed. “Are you waiting for an engraved attention, Miss Candace?”
I was finally being addressed as Miss Candace. Unfortunately, the tone in AJ’s voice was derisive, and it wasn’t validating my authority as a camp counselor at all.
It took me a moment to realize that the other camp counselors were nearly undressed. Roxanne grinned and winked at me. She had a thick black curly bush and dark red nipples. My best friend Wendy was dutifully removing her clothes as if it was not that big of a deal to her either.
“The rest of us have to do it. Don’t be nervous. It’s just skin! Now strip down, and let it all hang out, Candace. You are going to be naked all summer, so you may as well get started now.”
