Date: Sat, 09 Mar 2002 18:22:11 -0500
From: Leila Benson <leila113@lycos.com>
Subject: The Rest Of My Life   part #  17

Date: Friday, March 7, 2002
From: Leila Benson
Subject: "The Rest of My Life" (Part # 17)

Lesbian/Beginning; (F/f) Part # 17  "Camping with Molly"

This is my first attempt to write a story to achieve a long-felt ambition.
I had read some erotic pieces before, and some were very good indeed. Still
I wanted see if I could reach out with just words and achieve the desired
effect. Which of course, is turning you on! The very first story I wrote
was published some months ago. It was called "Joan and I " That story
became a Chapter in this much longer story which I'm now trying to break up
into chapters or parts. I would love to know if I had my desired effect.
This story describes about six months in the sexual transformation of a
teenager as she discovers her powerful sexuality. While it focuses on
Lesbian relationships, there are some graphic (F/m) parts. What can I say,
it's my life. I guess you might say it's mostly a true story. If this kind
of story is problem for you go no further. leila113@lycos.com Central
characters - Molly, a 16 year old. Allison, her friend and mother of Cindy,
who she baby sits for, and other friends and lovers.

Leila Benson

Part # 17

I woke up to my shoulder being touched. There was little Ben standing
there. "Mommy said when your ready you should come downstairs." Go tell
Mommy I'll be right down, Ok?" He padded off, and I heard him go
downstairs. I walked out into the hall and yelled down the stairwell. "Hi!
Good morning! I'm going to take a quick shower. Be right down." Hannah
yelled back up. " I put your clothes in the bathroom. They're hanging
behind the door!" I showered, changed and came downstairs.

Hannah's beauty made me catch my breath. That she and I had made love the
previous night was almost a dreamlike memory that was quickly displaced by
the depth and intimacy of her good morning kiss, which almost stunned me
and left me slightly dizzy. "God, Hannah if you do that again, I'll never
leave." Hannah laughed. "Is that a promise? By the way, Mark called while
you were in the shower. The road is going to be opened after lunch. He
wants you to stay here; you'll just leave the Station Wagon. They'll pick
you up and take you home directly from here. I'll leave about the same
time. So we have the morning together, and it's a lovely morning to. Nick's
Mom and Dad are picking up Ben. Their taking him for the day, so we'll have
some time to just relax."

Almost as though on cue, we heard a honk and the slamming of a car
door. Ben came running into the kitchen all excited, yelling, "Grandpa and
Grandma!"

He's leading into the kitchen, a nice looking middle aged couple. They are
smiling at Ben's enthusiastic greeting. They give Hannah a big hug and
kiss. I'm introduced as the Bogart's babysitter filling in here. No other
questions are asked. Arrangements are made for Ben to be dropped at home at
six o'clock. Nick's folk's sweep out with Ben in tow, as fast as they had
arrived.

I have a cup of coffee and some cereal, thank Hannah for washing my
clothes. I'm still feeling somewhat dazed from the nights memory, and
Hannah's good morning kiss and the fast moving plans. We move out to the
screened in porch. It is a gorgeous day. The storm has scrubbed everything
clean. It's crystal clear, with a gentle breeze and bright sunlight. It's a
perfect early September day.

We sit down on the cushioned rattan chairs with our coffee. I feel a little
calmer. Hannah reaches out and holds my hand.

 "Molly, can I ask you a question? If it seems to personal, tell me. I
promise if you don't, it's fine. I admit I'm very interested in what
happened this summer. It's obviously had a wonderful effect on you. Allison
remarked on it, and of course I saw it also."

As she was asking, I was already thinking about what if anything I would
say. The moment I decided I would tell her the story I relaxed. Now it was
just a matter of where to begin.

"I guess I would love to tell you. I know that just like Allison I can
trust both of you completely. In many ways talking about it, I think will
make it even more real and sort some of it out. I guess I simply should
start at the beginning. Last spring I had my first real sexual experience,
but this is about this summer, so I'll just tell you about that. I was
really looking forward to Camp. By the way it's called " Camp Penosket". I
know this is hard to believe, but my Mom went there too when she was about
my age.

I had gone there since I was eight, and I loved the place. I especially
loved the Art's Program. The camp is, I think, well known for it, at least
that's what I've been told. When I was fourteen I was asked if I wanted to
help out in the Art Room. This doesn't mean that you're a Counselor in
Training, you have to be sixteen for that, but it was a way of seeing if
you might be one when you were older. Anyway, I loved the job. That year I
met Lila for the first time. She was the Assistant Arts counselor. She was
eighteen then, and frankly, I had what I think they call a "crush on
her". I think it happened the moment I saw her on the first day of camp. I
didn't even know she was a counselor of mine. She had long dark, very curly
hair and strong features. I especially loved her full, wide sensuous
mouth. She was of average height, yet she walked with such a stride and
with her shoulders thrown back that she appeared taller. My description of
her of course is with some years of recollection. At that moment of time, I
simply found her beautiful.

That summer I sort of had my apprenticeship in the Arts room and followed
Lila around like a puppy. It was a terrific summer. I learned a lot about
being an Art Councilor and Lila became a friend. I don't want to give the
impresion that she especially favored me or anything, because that's not
the way it was. She was friendly to everyone. She kind of made me feel
special, but I think she was pretty even handed in the way she treated all
of us. Everyone loved her. I was heartbroken when the following year Lila
did not come back. The girl who took her place was very nice, but I was
crushed that Lila had not returned.

 I actually dreamed about Lila. I can't say that they were really sexual
dreams, nothing like that. Just a lot of hugging and being in special
places with her. Always alone of course. This past spring I was asked if I
wanted to be a Councilor in Training. It was no surprise that I was asked,
but even so, I was very pleased and so were Mom and Dad. I think it was in
May I had to go to an orientation meeting at the Camp office in the
city. My Dad drove me in and dropped me off. After a sort of general
meeting of the new Counselors in training, we went to various rooms where
the programs and groups you were assigned to were meeting. What a surprise
when I found out that Lila was the new Head Art Councilor. She of course
knew I was her assistant, and seemed very happy that I was. She seemed even
more alluring to me. I was going to share a double room on one side of the
big Art Room with a girl by the name of Tammy. I knew her from other
summers, but not that well. She was the new Councilor in Training in the
Pottery and Ceramics section.

She seemed like a nice girl. She was my age of course, and rather
small. She looked younger than sixteen, yet she was in many ways more
developed physically than I was. I admit I was rather taken by her full
breasts and butt. Her face, kind of setoff by her very blonde short hair
and deep blue eyes were very child like.

Lila was in charge of half of the program, which consisted of all the
drawing, painting and sculpture and Arlene did the Pottery and Ceramic
section. Oh yes Arlene. She was much older than Lila. I would say she was
in her early thirties. She was a professional Potter the rest of the
year. I knew since I started at the camp many years before. I guess we all
knew she was a lesbian. She always wore very "boylike" clothing. Her brown
hair was extremely short. Her hands were always kind of dirty and rough
from working with the clay and the kiln. She was a very gentle and in many
ways the kindest of people. She always gave everyone such a warm greeting,
and was always ready to listen to everyone's "troubles" that she seemed
connected to us all

That was our cast of characters. Arlene was supposed to share a room at the
other end of the big Art Hall with Lila, but it turned out that Arlene
slept elsewhere. Only later did I find out with who.

Just a few words about where everything was, or I should say the geography
of where we worked and lived. The Art Center was a big rectangle with an L
off of one end. The big room was the one we worked in. Our room, I mean for
Tammy and myself, was on one end. We used bathrooms that the camper's used
who were in the Art Hall. We were supposed to use a shower room that was
attached to an eight bunk camper building across the way. As I told you,
Arlene and Lila shared, I guess you could call it a small suite at the
other end of the building. You entered it and you were in a small office
living room, with a small fridge and hot plate. On one side was a full
bathroom with a shower. The other door led to the bedroom, which had two
beds. It wasn't very big, but there was enough room for a side table
between the beds, a small table and chair and a bureau. There was a closet
also with sliding doors. Compared to our small room, they lived in a
palace. The counselor for the last few years had sort of decorated it with
art posters and bright fabrics at the window. It was very nice.

The first few days were without the kids. It was spent preparing the room
and the materials. We worked like dogs. Lila and Arlene were great
bosses. They worked as hard or harder than we did. The few days past
quickly. I barely had time to think of anything, let alone my feelings
about Lila. I think I fell asleep as my head hit the pillow for the last
four nights. This day was slightly more relaxed. It was clear we were
really ready for the kids, who were arriving tomorrow, but would start
their Art Program the following day.

Lila and Arlene invited Tammy and I to have dessert in their room after
supper. They wanted to thank us for the hard work. Lila looked great. Her
hair was wet from a shower and she was in a long denim skirt and
blouse. Almost dressed up for a camp setting. Arlene wearing her usual
Carpenter's jeans and a tee shirt, but she looked clean and showered. We
sat down in the bedroom while Arlene left to get the dessert. She came back
with a bottle of champagne and a packaged cake. Arlene announced. "Only the
very best Spanish Champagne for our trusty crew."

We were both thrilled. It was so sweet, and the champagne! I had never,
except maybe a few sips, ever had my own glass of Champagne before." This
Champagne is our secret girls." Arlene told us. "To the best CITs yet, with
our thanks." We clinked our glasses all around and proceeded to eat the
cake, chat away and of course finish the Champagne. At one point, Arlene
gave us all kisses and left, wishing us a good night indicating that she
actually was sleeping elsewhere. In a few minutes we gave Lila a kind of
tipsy thanks and a hug good night and went to our room.

 I guess I was kind of excited from the evenings little party and was not
quite ready to get to sleep. I put on my nightgown and after the usual
before bed brushing and washing I sat down on the end of the bed and waited
for Mandy. I realized I had always up to then, been asleep or the lights
were out when she had gotten in bed. Tonight she came in wearing her
nightgown. I was knocked out. It was a Baby Doll! It barely covered her
butt, and it was obvious that she had taken off her panties.

I must admit I was staring and she of course noticed. I quickly told her
how much I liked her nightgown. She seemed very pleased by my noticing it,
and thanked me. That encouraged me to add how what a great shape she had
and that I felt a little jealous. She laughed and told me that she had
developed breasts when she was eleven and often thought they were a pain,
but she had gotten used to them and rather enjoyed showing them off a
little now. I was certainly glad I had broken the ice. I told her about how
late I had been to develop and that even now I didn't have very much. She
seemed very interested, but I didn't really know where to take the
conversation.

Out of the blue, she asked me if my nipples were sensitive? I told her they
were very sensitive especially in the week before my period. She agreed
that hers were also, but they just became even more so then. I asked her if
I could ask her a personal question. I told her if she said yes that I
would tell her something personal first. She agreed readily, shaking her
head with enthusiasm.

 "Ok" I said. "Here goes. I masturbate quite a bit. Your talking about your
breasts sort of reminded me that I like to pull my nipple when I do it.

 Anyway, I guess my question is, are you still a virgin? I'll admit right
away that I am."

Even before I finished the question, Mandy was nodding yes. "I've done some
really heavy petting I guess but I never went all the way. So were both in
the same place, and I have to admit that I get myself off a lot, believe
me. Sometimes in school, I'll even go to the john, just to do it, you know,
to relieve myself. So were even. Hey, I love sharing these things with you
Molly." I told her that I agreed, and slipped under the covers.

 "Should I put out the light?" I asked her. She agreed and I turned it
off. "Good night Mandy. I just want to say one other thing. You know I've
never shared a room before, so if you want to get yourself off you can just
do it and not worry about me hearing and I'll feel better about doing it
myself. Is that ok with you? Is that a deal?"

"Boy Molly, that is so considerate, really very sweet. Thank you. I agree
completely." "Ok" I said. "A deal is a deal. Let's go to sleep now. Sweet
dreams Mandy. Remember anytime you want." "Goodnight Molly. I won't forget
believe me."

That conversation set the mood for the whole summer. Was I glad we had it!
In a short while I heard Mandy's bed creaking a little and heard her
breathing change to a little pant. I of course knew she was doing it, and
knowing that got me worked up and I started. We both from what I could hear
came at about the same time. I whispered, "goodnight." So did she.