It was a dream but felt like a nightmare.

It wasn't scary per se: it was just new and unexpected and I had no idea what was going to happen next.

The expansive, sandy beach was gone, replaced by a tight enclosure that was lined by rigid tin sheets. The ground was concrete, with a light layer of sand covering the gray. She was there as well, naked and bent over, grasping on what looked like a red old fashioned well pump. The girl’s hair was covering her face, so her smooth, sweaty back was in full view, down to her bottom which was repeatedly shoving itself against my nude pelvis. My hands were on her waist guiding her along with each thrust.

My mind was on something else. The dream became uncanny realizing the woman of my dreams reminded me of the girl I just knew. I spoke, but no words came out.

"What is your name?! What is your name?!"

She stopped and wiggled forward, causing my member to fall from her tight opening.

She lifted her upper body up to stand, and began to turn to face me…

…That was when everything went dark

The next thing I remember was the chill of the air around me, with the only protection being a thin olive sheet of cotton.

Above me was the wooden supports of the upper bunk, showing me how flimsy the supporting wood was. To my right was the 15-person cabin I shared with the males of the camp. Mostly everyone was asleep, save for a few who were on their phones while laying down. It was old, it was archaic, and it looked like it was made from the surrounding wood.

At least it's better than sleeping outside with the mosquitoes.

To my right was the window that gave me a view of the dawn, with the sun still hidden by the mountains. There were a few clouds in the sky and the faint sounds of the birds and the louder tapping sounds of the woodpeckers. The girls cabin was a mere twenty yards apart, with the girls whose beds were next to the window fully asleep, all except one.

Either she was brazen or careless, either way I was the only member of the audience to the show.

She had the covers draped over her to hide herself from the rest of her cabin, but what she did can be seen clearly from my side.

Her shorts were down, the palm of her hand was covering her snatch, with her index and middle knuckles rising and disappearing in rapid succession. I could only imagine the acute slick sound it would make as her knuckles were drenched with her juices.

Her shirt was lifted to her collar bones, with her baby blue bra laid out next to her. Her other hand was groping her c-cup breasts as the sweat dripped from her rosy pink body. I flipped to my side and offered to show my appreciation. I carefully slid my shorts down to expose my hardened member. I began to slowly stroke my member while watching the show that was happening before my eyes. Small squirts of precum came out as I continued to stroke.

She began to finger her pussy uncontrollably, her rose pink eyes lit up with a wave of ecstasy, nearly hidden by her cornsilk white hair. She stopped as soon as her leg began to shake which left her in a sweaty pile in her bed. She was breathing rapidly and had no energy to move which bared her bald womanhood and healthy sized breasts for all to see. For being the first woman I had ever seen nude in person, it was like she was sent from up above.

The awe ended when she moved her hair back and caught me still stroking to her. We locked eyes like If we were deer caught in headlights, unsure of what to do next. She began to blush and turned over, her blanket covering her back. I oblige and did the same in a blush of my own.

Well, shit.

* * *

"And that's what happened," I said, explaining what happened the events of that morning to my friends. The crisp mountain air was everyone's coffee that morning, but the real coffee was something I was looking forward to. Once I took my morning shower/furious masturbation while thinking of what happened a mere hour earlier it was all a matter of waiting for Crimson and Bubbly. We were all in shirts that bore the colorful design of the camp. Everyone had the option of olive cargo shorts or pants with myself choosing the pants, finishing with the tan working boots.

"I see you already met Mistral "Morning Glory" Serenity? Damn the one year I choose not to take the window bed," Crimson asked

"She has done that before?" I asked as we went into the main longhouse. It was as archaic as the cabins but had a glossier finish to the wood.

"Yea. She is one of the hornier people in this camp. She wants to fuck but is really scared about it. She told me that she won't have sex with just anyone but is contempt with giving "free shows" once in a while."

"I see."

We stopped as soon as we entered the mess hall.

The first girl I saw was Serenity, she was sitting with a group of girls. She stared in shock as soon as she saw me, but looked down and smiled at my crotch before lowering her head down to eat.

The second girl was Twilight Sparkle. She was reading a book while enjoying a fruit salad and oatmeal. Alone.

Pitiful, but it's her choice I guess.

The second thing of beauty that I saw was the lavish buffet that was waiting for us. Almost every type of breakfast was available for the taking. From the simplest oatmeal to a sirloin steak. I stuffed my plate with enough scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, and buttered toast.

Also promised I would return to the sirloin steak if I had the chance for a second round if they allowed it as I returned to my table with a glass cup of hazelnut iced coffee.

"This is the best thing ever!" I said emotionally as I was given the choice of three different types of syrups.

"Pfft, first timers." Crimson Luck and Bubbly Rhyme said with a condescending smile.

* * *

It seemed like at the time they took "buffet style" in Sandy Shores very seriously.

Our first activity of the year involved walking down as a group when everyone was ready to the large group of benches overlooking the beach. Something did strike me as we moved as an unorganized horde.

"Shouldn't you and the rest of the girls be in bikinis?" I asked Bubbly.

"When the summer comes in full swing, sure. It takes a few weeks for the sun to be hot enough for it."

When we reached the benches, there was a table of wood and building material laid out and organized. In the middle was an older woman who looked like she was well past retirement.

"Hello Again! My, it's the last year for you guys? It feels like it was a long time since you all were little snots…. Oh, my. Sorry, I'm getting old and you tend to ramble on. Okay, so we are making birdhouses."

Wait, I thought this was a science camp, not kiddie karnival.

"As you know, we do this every year for the migrating birds coming through to their mating grounds."

"When can I mate with Slate Mind?" Bubbly Rhymed wondered aloud.

"So, the rules make it as creative as possible, but at the same time make it livable! Alright kiddos, have fun!"

Each table of four designated one person to grab the supplies for the rest of them. Crimson Luck volunteered for the job, allowing me to give one last look over to Serenity, who was mindless staring to my crotch

Shit.

I stopped paying her mind and began to build a birdhouse. I had a similar activity back home, so I had a preset idea of how to do them. I at least had the foundation down when Twilight sparkle stood from her bench with papers in her hand. She went from table to table, handing the pamphlet to each person individually. Everyone sighed when she left and began to read them. My table was one of the first to get them.

"The hell is this?" I said as I looked at the instructions, were as clear as a chemistry textbook.

"She does it every year, like some master-planned community from hell," Crimson said.

"Huh, do they suck?"

"They are designed for efficiency, not to be pleasing to the eye. I don't mind, I'm just waiting for the tide pools class with Slate mind, he bends his sexy ass over so many times," Bubbly rhyme said.

"Whatever, I'm doing it my way," I said as I tossed the pamphlet over my shoulder.

Bubbly Rhyme and Crimson Luck cringed as I threw it, I had no idea why, because I had thought Twilight moved on a while back.

I could only anticipated trouble when I realized that Twilight was standing behind me, and what made matter worse was the pamphlet hit her square in the chest.

"Is something the matter, Comet Brew?"

Author's Note

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