High School Su(m)mer Program (F)un - Part 1 | 2016

[NB: Lots of detail, not a lot of action compared to most stories on here, but hopefully you appreciate it.]

This story takes place during the summer after my sophomore year of high school. I got to spend three weeks at a summer program for high school students on the campus of a small liberal arts college in the Northeast United States. The program consisted of about 75 students from around the country, and it offered different courses in a variety of subjects - language, music, art, sciences, etc. It sounds boring when compared to a traditional outdoorsy summer camp, but it was a chance to visit some colleges in the area, meet new friends, and take fun classes. The weather was beautiful most of the time, and we had a lot of the campus to ourselves, as most college students were off for the summer.

Since I’m from the South, I had traveled further than most to get there, and I didn’t know anyone ahead of time. It was a little preview for my college experience in that sense. Turns out there were a lot of similarly friendly and outgoing people there, and I made fast friends. The classes were fun enough, the hangout time and group events were a blast, and we even got to take some short weekend excursions.

On the first or second day there, I actually met a girl - let’s call her “Emma” - who was from my hometown and went to my high school’s rival school. I didn’t really care about the rivalry in this context - that applied more to sports - but was excited about the possibility of going home with a friend. To be honest, Emma was not drop-dead gorgeous or a typical “hot girl” (this isn’t a Hollywood movie script after all), but she was cute. She had very curly, dirty blonde hair, pale skin, and a fantastic body: she was slightly taller than average for a girl, had generally athletic features with a few more curves, and had perfectly shaped and sized boobs. I mean perfect, and not just because I was a horny high school kid: I still remember them as perfect.

Despite her perfect features, we didn’t spend much time together during the three week program. We were friendly to each other, but I honestly thought she was a little bit nerdy and awkward and we had formed different groups of friends (guys and girl). The program was fun, and there was lots of flirting and maybe some camp relationships, but pretty much everyone got along. I was generally well-liked by a lot of people, but I’ve never been the player type: I don’t have “game,” I just have enough self-confidence and looks to get along with most people. I had messed around with a few girls at home before - the most being a hand down some pants, but that’s it. All that to say, I hadn’t found a girlfriend or hooked up with anyone at camp… yet.

Fast forward to the last night of the program: everyone’s amped up from three weeks of temporal friendships, there’s excitement about going home, and there’s an official party thrown by the counselors for all the students. We’re all high schoolers, so no alcohol, but it was still fun. There were also some unofficial pre-parties in the dorm rooms involving kids slamming shots of cheap liquor that someone managed to sneak in. I had a few shots to get loosened up before we all headed to the basement of the dorm for the final dance party. Everyone’s having fun, and I’m still dancing and hanging around my group of friends, when Emma shows up on my radar.

We move closer to each other on the dance floor, and then start dancing together. It was probably pretty awkward because no one’s good at dancing when they’re 16, but we’re getting comfortable with one another. Again, we’ve been friendly to each other, but I think I had written her off at the beginning of camp. All of a sudden, though, we’re really into each other. We do some light grinding because it’s probably the most we can get away with, and since I’ve got liquid courage, I slyly lead her away from the party down a back hallway without saying a word.

I’m leading Emma down the hall, heart pounding and blood pumping to a very hard penis. I’m not sure what’s going to happen, but I know we’re going to mess around, and the anticipation is fantastic. She is wearing a tight green top with a medium V that hints at her cleavage, and her tits look magnificent and round under the fabric. We walk hand in hand to the end of this hallway, maybe 50 feet from the party, so the music’s still blaring. We sit next to each other on some steps that are barely behind a wall. The risk of getting caught is real and has certainly heightened the mood for me, but we’re too horny to stop.

We sit down and start making out passionately. Emma has very full lips, so I have a lot to work with. Neither of us is a very good kisser, but I can tell she’s not shy. This is all out of nowhere from my perspective: I mostly ignored this nerdy girl for the last three weeks, and now we’re nearly going at in public. She’s on my right, so I reach over with my left hand and start feeling her tits over her shirt. They are fantastically soft and full. She doesn’t balk at all, and I’m having my way with them. I’m again feeling bold, so I start sliding my hand into the V of her shirt. Her pale skin is smooth and soft. She doesn’t flinch as I glide over the top part of her chest.

I feel around for the front of her bra and slowly slide into the right cup. I don’t really know what I’m doing, but I want to explore more. I reach her areola and nipple and gently move my fingers over them. We are still locked mouth to mouth, heads cocked toward each other, as I take her milky soft right breast in my hand. It feels better than I could have imagined. She starts rubbing the outside of my jeans. We want to take this further, but the party is just around the corner, so we decide to find a more private spot.

I pull my hand out Emma’s shirt, and we get up and walk across the hallway to a little area under the stairway. It’s only one more turn around the corner, but it’s more hidden than the steps. Now we’re standing, still kissing madly, and pressing our bodies together. I start pressing my hard cock against her pants, but then pull away so I can start feeling her crotch with my hand.

I rub her crotch through her pants with my right hand, and then start to unbuckle them. She doesn’t flinch, so I unlatch the clasp, pull the zipper down, and slide my hand over her panties. Her pants slowly slide down her legs as we continue kissing. I rub her warm pussy lips through her panties and she starts to undo my belt. We are constantly reminded by the music and yelling that the rest of the students are partying just around the corner; it’s a huge turn on. Emma manages to unlatch my belt, but I help her get the button undone and the zipper open. I am rock hard, and my dick is tenting out my boxer briefs. She reaches into my underwear and grabs hold of my cock. She’s not a pro, but she’s eager to please.

I can tell she wants more, so I slide my hand under her panties to get a finger inside her. Her panties slide down her ass about half way so I have better access, but they’re still around her. I get a look at her pussy hair - it’s darker than her dirty blonde mane, not trimmed, but not full enough that I can’t see her full pussy lips underneath. I work my fingers over the lips - she is very wet at this point - and then stick my middle finger through. She’s breathing heavily as I work my finger in and out and she continues to rub me from my balls up my shaft.

Here we stand, under a dark stairwell, music in the background, basically masturbating each other. It’s an incredibly hot scene: Her pants are almost on the ground; her panties are half way down her ass; I’ve got two fingers jammed into her pussy and I’m working them in and out; my jeans are unzipped and she’s got a full handle on my dick, which is dripping precum; and we’re just trying to catch our breath between rounds of making out.

I’ve always loved giving pleasure to my partner, so I’m basically focused on trying to make her orgasm. I’m working two fingers in and out of her hole as she breathes heavily. After a few minutes she is trying to contain her moans and she cums. She doesn’t squirt, but my hand is soaked with her liquids. We both realize that we’re in a pretty precarious spot, so we pull our clothes back on. We really haven’t said much to each other tonight, but after she’s made herself presentable again, she says two words to me, with a grin: “Good job.”

It’s all I needed to hear.

We make our way back to the party, and I honestly can’t remember much else, but every detail of that is seared in my memory. We left for home the next morning, and we were actually on the same flight. — Our finger fuck under the stairwell was only the first of our hookups. The story continues back home. I will write more if people are interested. Thanks for reading!