Arden and Gloria - A Summer Camp Romance
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Her period had come, and she had almost cried with a confusing mixture of relief and disappointment. The disappointment she felt horrified her, and she knew, at that moment, that if she were given the chance, with the right boy, she'd have unprotected sex again. A visit to the free clinic got her a prescription that the woman said her parents would not be informed of. She could tell them, if she wanted, but the law said she didn't have to.
She'd been on the pill for a month, and didn't feel any different. She'd locked herself in the bathroom one night with one of her father's disposable razors and worked on her pussy hair so long that her mother came knocking, asking her what was wrong. She'd yelled that she was reading, and her mother muttered something about her father, but went away. Now she had a thin line of hair, just like Judy's, like an arrow, pointing to her sex. She could wear her bikini at the city pool, and didn't have to spend ten minutes dealing with pussy hair.
She looked at boys, both at the pool and other places. She looked at them differently than she had before, but, strangely, knowing she was safe from pregnancy made her resist the urges she felt more, instead of less. The boys she looked at ... evaluated ... imagined herself with ... weren't Arden. They were loud, or brash, or bragged about girls. She missed Arden's quiet confidence. She missed floating in the water, naked beside him. She missed anticipating what he was going to do to her next. She didn't even have Bobby to distract her. He was at his camp, and wouldn't be back for another week.
When, two weeks later, Bobby popped in one day, with a new book in hand, and asked if she wanted to ride bikes out to Grandpa's fishing pond to read, she grabbed her stuff, put it in a backpack, and followed him as, like usual, he sped off ahead of her. Their competition was years in the making, and each had a series of tricks to be the first one to get there.
He was shirtless, like usual. She watched as his muscled legs pumped at the pedals, and his hips swung back and forth as he stood on the pedals to get ahead of her.
She watched him as he spread his blanket, and plopped down on it. He shaded his eyes and looked at her, standing there.
"So, how was camp?" he asked.
She felt an electric jolt as Arden flashed into her mind, lying on a blanket, bare chested ... bare completely.
"Glo?" prompted Bobby.
Her cousin was cute, now that she thought about it. And he was her best friend in the whole world.
She'd never thought of him as a boy before. He was just Bobby. She thought of him as a boy now. She tried to imagine what his penis would look like hard. Arden's had looked a lot like his, at first. All she could imagine was Arden's stiff penis on Bobby's mental image.
"Gloria?" came Bobby's voice. "What's wrong? You look like you just saw a ghost!"
He looked around him, like he expected to see a hooded cobra, about to strike at him, which Gloria had seen, but he was unaware of.
Arden was home. He might be grunting on top of his sister, right now. Gloria dropped her backpack and pulled out her bottle of Nivea.
"You're going to burn," she said calmly. "You need some of this."
Bobby looked up at her, frowning.
She got to her knees beside him.
"I'll put it on you," she said. "Turn over."
She did his back first, smoothing her hands over his strong calves and the back of his thighs. She let her fingers go inside his loose shorts, but not too far. She did his back, marveling at the muscles she found under his skin.
"Feels good," he huffed, as she leaned to press hard, feeling his muscles under her hands.
"Roll over," she said.
He did, and she did his chest, rubbing her hands across his nipples and watching to see if they did anything.
"Gloria?" came his voice. It sounded shaky. She moved to his legs, letting her fingertips just brush the bulge in his shorts, and pretending it had been an accident.
"Hmmmm?" she said, distracted by that lump.
"You're acting funny," said Bobby.
She saw the bulge grow just a little, and looked to find him staring down into the neck of her shirt. She had started going braless, and when her mother asked her about it she said her breasts were tender, and that the bras hurt them. Her mother had sympathized, and said she remembered when that happened to her.
"You're staring at my boobs," she said.
A look of panic flashed across his face.
"I'm sorry, Glo, honest. They were just ... there."
She sat back on her haunches.
Her pussy tingled and itched.
"You wanna go skinny dipping?" she asked.
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