I Met Cassie At The Sex Camp - Sex Stories

I Met Cassie At The Sex Camp

... stream towards the tents. She stepped inside the first of the tents, and I bent under the lintel to follow her in. We each zipped up half the door. Inside the tent, away from all the others, I was less embarrassed. I took a second to just look at her. Her hair was fine (in the sense of being made up of thin strands, although it was also fine in the sense that it accentuated her looks). It was pulled back in a sensible ponytail. Her glasses weren’t strong enough to distort her eyes, which were a pale blue. Piercing, alive, intelligent. Her eyes were her best feature. Her nose was still long, and her body was still awkward. But it didn’t matter. She was pretty. Those penetrating eyes were looking at me in turn. I don’t know what she saw, but she smiled. And suddenly it was easy to smile at her, and we were smiling and looking into each other’s eyes, and only blushing a little. There was a laminated sheet on the bed. She picked it up, and began reading from it. “Recommended Procedure.” I stifled a giggle. She shot a smile at me and sat down on the bed. I sat down about half a foot from her. “First, introduce yourselves!” We looked at each other sheepishly. That should have been the obvious thing to do when we met. I realized that she was here for the same reason as me. It made me feel a bit better. “Hi, um, I’m Paul.” I stuck out my hand awkwardly. She took it. She had a strong grip. “Cassandra. Um. Cassie, normally, to my friends, and I guess to guys I’m about to screw. Um ...

... nice to meet you.” I managed to spit out a “likewise”, and our social ritual was complete. It took her a second to let go of my hand though. “Then, talk a bit about yourselves!” I won’t bore you with the awkward small talk and petty details. We liked some of the same authors. We liked some of the same movies. We both played Dungeons and Dragons. We both went mainly to shut up our parents, although we admitted (to each other, if not ourselves), that curiosity had at least played a role. After about ten minutes of small talk, we were both relaxed. She was leaning against me. I had an arm around her (the next step had been to establish some physical contact, and explain our reasons for coming). Her hair tickled my neck. “Now, tell each other your favourite sexual fantasy!” Cassie had an excellent perky adult impersonation. Still, there’s only so much you can soften a statement like that. Neither of us spoke for a minute. I think we both had appalled expressions, although lacking a mirror I couldn’t be sure of the state of my own face. Horror was also likely. “Rock, paper, scissors?” I suggested. She gave me a look of mock surprise. “That’s not a normal sex fantasy.” I laughed, more to break some tension than because the joke deserved it. She smiled, and then held out her fist. I made sure to state “best two out of three” before we started. She lost. Cassie cleared her throat once, and then again after a short pause. She shifted against me. I wrapped my other arm around her, and ...