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A Sex Tale That Quickly Loses Its Steam The summer after my freshman year in college I was a counselor at a girls volleyball camp. The first week I became great friends with two girls there, both about seventeen. Their names were Ashley and Kaitlin, and they were both beautiful and had perfect tan bodies and very much loved having sex. One night I had them over to my dorm room to watch TV since there wasn't one in the campers' dorms. We drank a few wine coolers I had stashed in my mini fridge and, because Ashley and Kaitlin were young, they quickly became tipsy. Then Ashley had an idea. "Why don�t we play a game involving us taking off our clothes and exploring our irrepressible lesbian fantasies?" I looked at Ashley, whose hair was short and blonde, framing her innocent face. Ashley and Kaitlin began removing their clothes. Kaitlin always wore a volleyball-related shirt. It was like her entire wardobe came from tournaments she played in or camps she attended. I really hated our camp shirts that year. They were yellow with a volleyball on the back and large black writing over top of it. It reminded me of bees. Every time I see it--even now--there's only one thing I can think of: bees. I'm allergic. Kaitlin and Ashley began kissing tentatively. Some nights I would take out a sketch pad and try to design my own shirts for the camp--I wasn't really an artist though. I came up with one design that I really liked which had a devil (the camp was in the New Jersey Pine Barrens) spiking a ball over a net strung between two pine trees. I never got up the nerve to show it to any of people who ran the camp though. Then I lost my train of thought. Ashley and Kaitlin were doing curious things with a banana I saved from dinner. They were making noises and expressions that I hadn't seen them make before. I wondered if I would still eat the banana after they were done doing what they were doing with it. I would usually take one home from dinner and eat it while reading before I go to sleep. Sometimes I would save it for my cereal in the morning. Especially when I had Corn Flakes. They're kind of dry, so if you drop some cut-up banana in it, they taste really good. Kaitlin complimented Ashley on her grooming habits, then put her head in a place that I had not seen her put her head before. Ashley was saying things that I did not think I would hear that night. I pictured myself opening my own volleyball camp for girls, where I would be the big sister too all of them that they never had. We would play and laugh and take on other camps across the state and always win. I would teach them to be gracious winners and appreciate each moment, because soon, they would all be gone. |