I Met Cassie At The Sex Camp - Sex Stories

I Met Cassie At The Sex Camp

... drugs like your parents expect you too? When you hear the word nerd, you get a certain body type in mind. Or maybe you think of one of two body types. You have thin nerds like me, and then you have the chubby nerds. But here’s the thing: those stereotypes don’t tell the whole picture. They may predominate, but they only account for maybe one standard deviation of population each. That leaves something like 32% of us to look nothing like what you’d expect. One girl, for example had bright blue hair. One of the other boys was built like a young Schwarzenegger. There were all types of girls on the bus. One in particular struck my eye. She was coltish, all legs and arms, and mostly flat chested. She had glasses and long dirty blond hair. A long nose. Look, I’m not doing a good job selling her here, because despite my comparison, she’s a person, not a horse. The thing about nerds is that we don’t do so well when you describe our components. When we’re attractive, it’s in a gestalt sense. I can list her attributes, but if you couldn’t see her eyes, alive, calculating, and twinkling with irony, you wouldn’t understand my attraction. She caught me looking. We both blushed. See what I mean about awkward? * * * We arrive after I’d calculated the probability that I’d be paired with a girl I found attractive (63%), but before I’d been able to calculate the average attractiveness of girls on the bus on a scale of 1-10. This was probably for the best, because if I’d completed that ...

... calculation, I’d have moved on to estimating error bars based on the sample size. Look, how many times do I have to tell you I’m a nerd? The adults running the camp were a mix of earnest, professionally dressed educator types, and tie-dye hippy types. I felt right at home, although I hoped that their screening was really good. One creep among the adults could do a lot of damage. We were all ushered into an auditorium, along with several other busloads of similar children. I counted 58 boys, and 52 girls. What followed was an excruciating presentation on the mechanics and etiquette of sex, protection, and relationships. The adults presenting were uniformly enthusiastic and serious. I wondered what sort of drug cocktails they were using to get that effect. Or were they always like this? Us kids were the only ones who saw the ridiculousness of this whole thing, and we were too busy being awkward and terrified to point it out. I won’t bore you with the details. We all know that hymens are external (not halfway into the vagina), and rarely need to be broken, that the penis should never hit the cervix, that bleeding is mostly avoidable, and NOT a good thing, and that condoms are a great idea, right? There was lots of coughing. I hoped that it wasn’t from actual viral infections, as I anticipated there being significant fluid exchange amongst all the participants here pretty soon. Finally, it came time to draw lots. We made four lines (I felt sorry for the queer kids, the shortness of their ...