It started at summer camp, the day after my 18th birthday. I know, I know: I'm a late bloomer. So sue me. It could just as easily have happened when I was fifteen, but it didn't. Blind alleys, you know? I'm short and kind of small-breasted, and I could have easily passed for fifteen, which is why I think so many people took advantage of me. But I was 18.

Every summer my parents sent me to camp for six weeks, since I was 13. This was my last year and I knew I was going to miss it. I also knew it was my last chance to do something—I didn't know what, exactly—with Linda Sue, a camp counselor for the last three years who I had a major crush on. When I looked at her I had… Feelings, you know?

Linda Sue was pretty and confident and had long blonde hair and really, really nice breasts. Not much bigger than average, but perfect. I thought she was So Beautiful, and I followed her around like a puppy dog. She took it as her due, and after the days' activities she would sometimes let me hang around and do things for her: paint her nails, brush her hair… God how I loved brushing her long blond hair at night when she got ready for bed. I got butterflies just thinking about it. This year, I guess because she knew that I was 18, she let me hang out until she was actually ready to go to bed.

It was the first time I had seen her in a nightie. I'd seen her in a bathing suit before, but this was different; it was summer, and hot, and her nightie was thin and white, and with the light behind her, it was like she had nothing on. I could see the shape of her mound, even the shape of her pussy lips, a little.

She caught me staring. I blushed, but I just couldn't look away. For the first time, I felt a tingling in my twat. This wasn't just a vague Feeling, it was localized. I had looked at Linda Sue with total adoration anyway, but now I was staring at her girl parts, and feeling something stir in mine.

Maybe she was flattered, maybe she was just horny (she had a boyfriend, but he was away). I'll probably never know why for sure, but she took my hand and put it on her breast. My heart almost stopped.

It was so soft. Softer than I had ever imagined. I could just see her light brown aureoles through her nighty, and I could see her nipple get hard on the breast I wasn't touching. More importantly, I could feel the other nipple rise under the hand that was touching her. I was touching Linda Sue's breast! I thought I was in heaven. That tingling in my pussy was definitely getting stronger, and it felt real good.

"Do you ever… touch yourself?" she asked.

"Touch… touch myself where?" I stammered.

"There's something I do to relax at night," she said, "after I turn the lights out." She hesitated. "Sometimes, well, one time, I let my boyfriend help me. But he was too rough. If I ask you to do something, and I tell you exactly what to do, will you do it for me? Just the way I want? Without asking for something back?"

I stammered a yes, then swallowed, and said I would do anything. Anything.

"And you won't tell? And you won't ask for something back?"

"I promise. Cross my heart."

"Okay. I'm going to trust you. But this is our secret, okay?"

Okay? She had me at "our".

She opened her top dresser drawer and took out a small dildo. It wasn't penis shaped or anything, more like an oversized lipstick, but it was smooth and pink and it gave me a little thrill to touch it.

She took my hand and led me to her single bed. She pulled the covers back, laid herself face up on the sheet, and patted the side of the bed by her hip for me to sit.

"Now, I'm going to touch myself, okay? With my right hand. You take your hand and touch me on my other side, just the way I do. I'll tell you if you're doing it wrong."

"I won't. I'll do it exactly like you want me to. I… I want to touch you."

"This isn't about getting something you want, remember? This is about what I want. If I let you do it, that has to be enough."

"I understand. I only meant that I want to do whatever you want. You're so beautiful, Linda Sue", I gushed.

She preened. "Thank you."

She closed her eyes and pulled the hem of her nighty up over her right breast. Just looking at her bare tit made me tremble. I mirrored her, lifting her nighty up over her left breast as well.

She stroked herself with the fingertips of one hand, from her hip up to her breast. I stroked her other side, the same way.

Her fingers circled her right aureole. Mine circled her left. "Yess," she hissed, drawing her breath in. "That's right."

She held the little dildo in her left hand. She began to move it around on her belly, and to rub her mound with it. "Mmm," she breathed. She began to gently tease her right nipple as the dildo probed near her folds. I watched carefully, not wanting to displease her, then I began to softly skim her other nipple with my palm at the same time, so both nipples were being stimulated together. "Oh, that's nice, Cindy, You're doing it just right."

I was thrilled at the praise. She began to caress her breast, cupping it in her hand and brushing her fingertips across the erect nipple as she started to probe the entrance to her secret garden with the dildo. I followed along, cupping her other breast in my hand, brushing her other nipple until it was hard.

She squirmed a little. "Um, this takes both my hands. Keep doing my best."

I stared, fascinated, as her hand moved to the front of her mound, she slipped a finger in, and began to rub something I couldn't see. The other hand held the dildo, but it was disappearing into her, further down. I caressed her breast, brushing my finger over her hard nipple in time to the finger moving in her folds. Her breathing came faster.

"Oh, that's good, Cindy. ….so good… mm… do both of my boobs… oh, yes…"