Amy couldn’t believe that she was sitting, as a passenger, in the back of her friends car, which was winding it’s way through the mountainous Cederberg. This in itself was nothing out of the ordinary, but the destination? How had she agreed to it?
It was of course the aggressively persuasive nature of her friend, Tash, the driver of the car, that had broken her resistance in the end.
‘Come on,’ she had begged ‘we know that you’ll love it. You could even find a bit of romance.’
‘Look, we’ll be there.’ Tash’s girlfriend Natalie soothed. ‘You don’t have to feel under any pressure. Just see it as a weekend away with friends.’
All Amy’s protests fell on deaf ears.
‘I don’t have a tent.’
‘We have a spare two sleeper. I’ll even set it up for you.’
So there Amy was, sitting in the back seat of the car already feeling like a spare part, and wondering for the millionth time what she was doing this for.
For starters she had never been camping and wondered if they even had showers or toilets.
And this wasn’t just any camp. It was a LESBIAN camp.
Amy had never even had a lesbian kiss, so she wondered how it was that her two friends were so certain that she was gay.
‘It’s so obvious.’ Tash would laugh.
On exactly what authority Tash had come to that decision Amy had no idea.
I mean, thought Amy, I’ve had a boyfriend.
She preferred not to dwell on that particular, disastrous episode in her life.
Dave was her first boyfriend and they had dated for six months. Prior to Dave she was the only twenty year old virgin that she knew, so to avoid being viewed as freak, had entered into a sexual relationship with him.
It was a disaster from the onset. Amy felt self-conscious and tense, which clearly wasn’t Dave’s fault.
‘What’s the matter with you? All my other girlfriends loved this’ he would boast mid thrust.
Then withdrawing, ‘ I just don’t get it. You must be frigid.’
Needless to say the relationship didn’t last.
‘I am clearly a freak’, she had confided to Tash and her girlfriend.
‘Or gay.’ Tash had insisted.
What Amy had not confided to her friends, is that she didn’t think that she had experienced an orgasm before. Not even on her own, which was a far too humiliating thing to confess to, so Amy kept that information to herself.
‘Here we are.’ Tash announced, pulling into the long drive of waterfall farm, and breaking Amy out of her reverie.
Amy’s panic competed with awe at the absolute beauty of the place. Gold and orange hued mountains surrounded them, set in a deep blue sky.
The main challenge seemed to be finding where the actual campsites were.
‘Surely there’ll be some kind of sign posts,’ Tash complained as they turned down yet another dirt road.
Amy felt a nagging foreboding. No sign-posts. How organised is this camp?
She pictured a grim campsite with no toilets and intimidating lesbians all in couples.
They arrived at the farmhouse where the friendly farmer’s daughter, dressed in shorts and a tight white t-shirt, jumped into her jeep and led them to the campsite.
‘Hey!’ chided Natalie, hitting Tash on the arm. ‘I saw that look. Jeez Tash she’s about 12.’
‘No way babe,’ Tash laughed ‘she’s driving. So she’s at least sixteen.’
They arrived at the campsite, which Amy was relieved to see was far better equipped than she had imagined.
On brief inspection, there were showers and toilets and although they were fairly crude, reed structures, they were perfectly adequate.
The campsite consisted of several well-kept grass lawns alongside the river,with the mountain opposite the river setting the backdrop.
It wasn’t long before they found their spot. A little, private nook right by the river, it was surrounded by bushes, perfect and secluded.
Tash put both tents up almost single-handedly, only asking Natalie and Amy to pass pegs every now and then.
Having set up and unpacked all the camping paraphernalia, the trio decided to explore.
They had arrived early and discovered only one other couple who had set up further along the river. They introduced themselves as Sarah and Nikky and invited the girls to join them.
Tash went to get the beers and by the time more people had begun to arrive Amy was feeling decidedly more relaxed.
As people set up they automatically gravitated towards the already exsisting group.
By the time Brenda, the camp organiser arrived there was already a party of almost twenty women gathered in one place.
Amy, who had been surreptitiously observing them was amazed at the sheer variety of everyone.
Short hair, long hair. Young, older. Conservative- looking, trendy. Fat, thin. It seemed pretty evenly distributed between couples and singles. Not that I’m looking of course, thought Amy.
Brenda introduced herself to the gathering and went over the planned events for the weekend.
‘There are plenty sponsored prizes.’ she announced, ‘so we have a lot of activities to get through, including typical sports day competitions such as tug of war and sack races. There will also be a wet t-shirt competition.’ At this a cheer went up. ‘And finally the day will be rounded of with a potjie competition.’
Amy looked at the group of women surrounding her and tried to imagine them all in wet t-shirts. She felt immediately embarrassed and decided to stop drinking.
The evening wrapped up fairly quickly. A few more people arrived. (fifty were expected in all.) Everyone braaied and chatted over more drinks. By 12.00 midnight all the women in the camp site were in bed, tired after a long drive, and wanting to be fresh for the following days’ activities.
Natalie had appointed herself as the unofficial camp facilitator, and had promised to wake every one up at eight o’clock.
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Amy snuggled down into her sleeping bag. This wasn’t so bad. It was quite cosy actually. She fell into a blissful sleep to the sound of crickets chirping.
…Only to be rudely and horribly woken up well past midnight by a car pulling up nearby, accompanied by radio blasting, loud voices, laughter.
One thing Amy hated was being woken from a deep sleep. Well, she hoped, I’m sure that they’ll be set up soon, then I can get back to sleep. She waited patiently while the inconsiderate group set-up, making no attempt to keep the noise down for sleeping campers.
Many hours later and they were still making a racket.
Amy had tried everything to drift off through the noise. Putting a pillow over her head, meditating, counting sheep, but she couldn’t sleep above she constant twittering and laughter.
What was unbelievable, was that Tash and Natalie seemed unaffected . The noise was made worse by the fact that the party was obviously taking place in the caravan behind them, and every time someone walked around it sounded like floorboards being hammered.
Unable to take anymore, Amy grabbed her torch and exited her tent. She stormed over to the caravan and banged on the door.
‘Hello, come in.’ came a voice from inside.
Amy opened the door and peered in. In the dim light, she couldn’t see exactly how women there were but, directly in front of her was a cocky looking girl with mohican, lounging on the bed, a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
‘Can I help you?’ she enquired.
Amy, by now livid, could barely keep her voice down.
‘You have kept me awake all night with your racket. Have you no respect for other campers? Do you realise that it’s past five in the morning?’
‘Would you like us to turn down the music? Sorry what’s your name?’
‘Amy and no I don’t want you to turn down the music. I want you to pack it up and go to bed.’
‘O.K tanie’ the mohicaned girl winked, ‘We promise, no more noise. By the way, the name’s Jessica.’
Amy lay on her mattress, staring up at the roof of the tent, too angry to sleep.
Who the hell did that girl think she was? They were in the wrong . She had no right to be cheeky. The tanie comment kept repeating itself in her head. That and the wink What was that about? Was the girl mocking her? Clearly she was. Amy could still hear the muffled laughter as she had retreated from the caravan.
In spite of the cheekiness, the group had kept to their word and not made any more noise.
After about half an hour of brewing, Amy finally fell asleep, a picture of the mohicaned girl’s face making a brief appearance in her mind.
Amy was in a deep sleep for all of about two hours when.
…‘Good Morning happy campers!’ Natalie’s voice rang out cheerfully ‘Rise and shine. Time for a bit of brekkie.’
She poked her head into Amy’s tent..
‘Morning sleepy head. I made you a coffee.’
Amy, feeling frazzled from lack of sleep, found Natalie’s chirpiness grating on her nerves.
‘I can’t believe you guys didn’t hear the noise. Are you deaf? That group was so loud.’
‘No’ Natalie replied ‘I brought earplugs and Tash sleeps through anything. Come on, get dressed. It’s already a beautiful day.’
Amy felt her inner brat take over. ‘I’m not sleeping here tonight. Not near that lot. I want to move my tent. I didn’t want to come anyway. I want to go home.’
‘Come on’ Natalie soothed ‘You’ll feel better after a coffee. See how you feel later. If you still want to move after the games, I’ll get Tash to help you move your tent to a different site. O.K?’
‘We should go bang on their caravan and wake them up’ joked Natalie. ’That’ll teach them a lesson. They’ll probably all be so hung-over.’
Even if Amy had decided to carry out this plan, it would have been in vain.
As she walked past the caravan, she could see through the open door that it was already empty, it’s occupants being out and about already.
‘Wow’ said Amy amazed, ‘where do they find the energy?’
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The morning at the camp was relaxed and slow. Everyone took there time having breakfast, then walked around and mingled a bit or explored the farm. Although Amy was feeling like the third leg of the chair, she felt far to shy to break away on her own, so followed Natalie and Tash wherever they went. They seemed to know a lot of women and introduced Amy to everyone. Amy was amazed at how friendly everybody was. One forward girl even asked outright if she was single, sending Amy into a flat panic.
By 12.00pm every one had gathered for the games. Brenda somehow managed to get the campers into some kind of large circle.
‘Good Morning everybody. Welcome to the camp. I want everyone to introduce themselves, and say what it is that they do. This is a good networking opportunity and I hope that you’ll support each other.’
Oh God, thought Amy as her turn approached. What on earth could I offer anyone? Although I could teach that lot a few manners she thought, glancing over at the group who had kept her awake the night before. They were all sitting together, about six of them. The girl who had called her tanie was wearing an ultra short pair of sport shorts, displaying a pair of long, brown athletic legs. Her tight t-shirt showed enough to see that she had firm, flat tummy.
Exactly the kind of body Amy always longed to have. In contrast she was voluptuous. All large breasts and round bum, and also hopelessly unathletic. She was dreading the games.
It was Amy’s turn. As she announced that she was a primary school teacher she was sure that she saw the group opposite her snicker.
‘I told you so’ Jessica whispered into her friend’s ear. ‘ I knew she was a teacher.. Although I reckon I could teach her a thing or two.’
In fact, I’d love to, thought Jess. She had been watching Amy since they had all gathered together for the games. Amy was wearing a flowing, blue dress that was sheer enough for Jessica to notice all the gorgeous curves. And that hair, thought Jess with longing. Jess had a thing for blondes as it was, and Amy had the most beautiful long blonde hair. Completely straight and flowing all the way down to her waist.
Everyone was divided into four teams and the games began with much enthusiasm and cheering.
Jessica, who was highly athletic and competitive, won everything hands down. She hoped that Amy noticed and realized that she was desperately wanting to impress her.
Watching the games, Jessica could see that Amy was completely unathletic, which Jessica found enourmously endearing. Amy only got about four skips into the skipping contest, which was just enough for Jessica to enjoy watching those magnificent boobs bounce up and down.
Jessica had gathered from the camp gossip grapevine that Amy was straight, or at least had never had a girlfriend. Oh girl, I really could teach you a thing or two, Jess longed.
The teams competed against each other for everything except the three-legged race, where they could choose who they wanted to partner.
Seeing Amy standing around looking at a loose end, Jess manoeuvred herself over to her side and said ‘come on I’ll partner you. Lets go get our legs tied together.’
Amy could hardly disagree as that would come across as stuck up, so before she knew it, she was standing at the starting line with her leg tied to her camp enemy.
Although she wasn’t that bad, thought Amy. In fact she’s being super friendly. Maybe she’s trying to make amends.
Jessica’s mind was less on making amends than on how her hand was fitting nicely around Amy’s waist and how she’d love to wrestle her to the ground and bury her head between those breasts.
‘Ready! Set! Go!’
‘I’m so sorry’ Amy apologised ‘If it wasn’t for me, you would have won the race.’
‘No probs. Are you going to join everyone for a swim to cool down after all the running around.’ Jess asked hopefully.
‘No. I don’t like cold water. I’m going to have a shower instead.’
The truth was that Amy didn’t want anyone seeing her body. She had a major issue with her weight and hated the way she looked. Her ex-boyfriend had always tried to get her to diet or exercise with comments like ‘You cold look really good if you lost a bit of weight.’
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Amy stood in the reed enclosure, enjoying the warm water on her body. She had no idea that Jessica was enjoying the water on her body as well. Jessica was standing in a gap between the showers and the hedge, where she was praying no-one could see her. She knew that what she was doing was wrong, but she just wanted a quick peek.
God, she thought. I’m like some kind of pervy peeping Tom.
And yet, it was worth it. Luckily Amy was busy washing her hair, so her eyes were shut. The sun was shining over the top of the reeds and casting a golden light onto Amy’s body. And what a body,. thought Jessica. Pale and luscious and clearly a natural blonde.
I’d better get back to the fire, thought Jessica. She was entering the potjie competition, and the fire her stew had already been on for a few hours. Jessica desperately wanted to win the competition. Not as desperately as she wanted to be close to the naked Amy.
Before she could stop herself, Jessica silently slipped into the shower room.
Shit, fuck! She thought what the fuck am I doing. This is way wrong and I could get into major trouble for this. But being so near and wanting so desperately to touch. O.K if she screams, I run and then deal with the consequences later.
And scream is almost what Amy did when she felt a pair of hands sliding around her waist and onto her belly. A naked body with a small pair of boobs and a flat tummy pressed into her back. In fact, she would have screamed if the shock hadn’t rendered her mute. The hands took her by the shoulders and turned her around to face a naked Jessica, who gently placed her finger against Amy’s lips.
I can’t let this happen, thought Amy. I should shout or stop her or something.
Amy had been raised in a conservative household and was herself bordering on prudish. And yet looking into Jessica’s sparkling brown eyes (the same eyes that had mocked her the night before) she felt completely helpless.
Jessica pushed Amy’s hair from her face, and pulling her into her own body, one hand behind Amy’s head, the other around her waist, kissed her full on the mouth.
Amy was completely blown away by the sheer softness of the kiss. She had always avoided kissing Dave, as she hated that feeling of stubble scraping against her face. Again she put it down to being frigid. And yet now this kiss felt so beautiful. Amy placed her hand on Jessica’s cheek, loving the silky smoothness. As Jessica’s tongue slipped into her mouth, Amy felt some thing completely foreign. A sort of tightening of the clitorous. A tightening that coiled it’s way up above her pubic bone like an elastic band. It felt unbearable, leaving her with a feeling of such longing. Yet longing for what?
Jessica proceeded to rinse Amy’s hair. Once finished, she took the soap and began to wash Amy’s body, taking her time, her hands exploring every inch. Spending extra time on those wonderful, full breasts. Cupping them, feeling the weight in her hands.
‘You have such a beautiful body’ Jessica whispered in Amy’s ear.
And Jessica who had always been so self-conscious about her body. Believed her. Because, with Amy’s expert hands roving over her body it felt exquisitely beautiful.
Every single molecule in Amy’s body was tingling. Amy spotted the bowl on the shelf. Filled with water with a razor next to it. Very organized. Good girl thought Jessica picking up the bowl and placing it on the floor. She knelt down and pushed Amy’s legs slightly apart.
Amy was about to protest but the feeling of Jessica soaping up her pubic hair, her her fingers gently skimming Amy’s lips as she ventured underneath, rendered her helpless.
Jessica took the razor out of the bowl and began shaving. First all the blonde hairs on Amy’s pubic bone, then gently pushing her legs wider apart Jessica began on the hairs underneath.
Amy had never felt so vulnerable and exposed. What if Jessica nicked the delicate skin. What if she didn’t like how it looked all naked and shaven.
Amy needn’t have worried. As Jessica’ steady hand removed more hair she felt like the most priveledged woman in the world.
There before her eyes was smooth, glorious perfection. She gently opened Amy’s vagina revealing pink lips, glistening with moisture.
Jessica switched the shower back on and began rinsing Amy’s soapy vagina fingers slipping teasingly and briefly inside.
Task completed, Jessica switched noff the shower and knelt on the hard shower floor, between Jessica’s legs. Jessica gasped as she felt Amy’s tongue flicking over her vagina. Over and around. Jessica’s clitorous began to swell to the point of explosion and as Amy slipped one finger into her, she had to summon all her efforts to to stop herself from gasping and moaning. What Jessica was experiencing was a taste and touch sensation. Such incredible softness under her mouth, such sweetness on her tongue. Amy was so moist that Jessica decided to push two fingers into her then three. Thrusting deeper and deeper. Building up speed as she felt Amy’s vagina tightening. Oh god thought Amy as she felt a heat rising up into her belly. Oh god what’s happening.
Then all of a sudden she didn’t care who heard her. Her body began to writhe and she pushed herself down onto Jessica’s fingers urging her to go deeper. And then she began screaming as the most overpowering convulsions took her over sending the most exquisite sensations shooting throughout her body.
Amy’s legs gave way and she collapsed onto the floor. She was shaking and for some unknown reason tears were streaming down her face.
Jessica folded her arms around Amy and pulled her close. She kissed Amy’s face over and over again
‘We’d better shower and get dressed she whispered into Amy’s ear’
‘Oh god what are people going to think?’ Asked Amy.
Jessica smiled ‘It doesn’t matter.
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The sun was setting over the mountain as Amy approached her friends by the campsite.
‘Hey,’ Tash greeted her ‘we’ve been looking for you. I’m ready if you want to move to a different site. We’ll have to move fast though as it’s getting dark.’
‘No, it’s O.K .’ Said Amy smiling and looking over at the caravan. I don’t mind.’
Jessica could smell the burned potjie as she neared her friends by the fire.
‘Hey’ one of them shouted The potjies more like soup. You won’t be wining any competition.
‘Well not the potjie competition anyway’ another friend quipped and they all laughed.
Having seen Jessica disappear earlier and then heard the screaming they had put two and two together.
‘So tell us. Was it worth losing the competition over?’
Jessica smiled. ‘Absolutely’
©Michele Macfarlane 2009
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I'm sorry! What part of this is 'Brilliant'!? Any one can write about sex literally - it takes more artistic finesse to write erotic literature - whether it be heterosexual or homosexual. And, I'm sorry, if you are going to pose as an author of erotic fiction at least use spell check! I take real exception with the spelling of clitoris - what the hell is a 'clitorous'!?
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