Awakening Alison

by emilyderrin

While based on events in my past, this is fiction.

Half my life ago, when I was fifteen, I worked as a Junior Canoe Guide at a summer camp for girls up north in Ontario, mostly daughters of wealthy Yuppie types who thought that getting their girls out into the wild was a great way to "round out" their education, after school years in exclusive boarding schools.

I had been secretly eying Alison for the five weeks she'd been up at camp and the five days we'd been out on the canoe trip.

When I heard the request for a volunteer to take her back to the main camp, my hand went up almost by its own volition.

"You sure, Maggie?" I heard the head guide say, "You'd be missing the last night of the trip..."

I didn't mind, not if it suddenly meant a whole day with Alison all to myself.

30 minutes later, Alison and I had all our gear stowed in the canoe and, with her in the bow-seat, I pushed off from the gravelly beach at our campsite and started paddling towards the far end of Kraft Lake.

I figured that even with Alison's somewhat inexperienced paddling, I could have us to the portage in 2 hours, an hour across for a double carry and then we'd be on the home lake and meeting her Dad at the dock by late afternoon. She turned and waved to the crew as we rounded Ponty Point and then the camp was out of sight.

"This so sucks that I have to go home early AGAIN," Alison said, "My Dad is always pulling stuff like this, emergencies suddenly coming up...It's always work with him."

"Well," I said, "I guess he's doing what he HAS to, to keep his job. The economy's pretty rough these days..."

"Oh Bullshit," Alison said suddenly, "he could retire today if he really wanted...He LIKES working more than anything else...That's why my Mom left...she hated being second banana to some deal in Tokyo or New York all the time."

I said nothing. My Dad had struggled every day to make a decent living for us and I'm sure that if he had the chance to retire, he'd take it in an instant. When I started working at Camp Hayamoki, I'd resented the easy way the other girls threw around what fancy car they had or were going to get when they turned sixteen or what back to school shopping trip they were taking with their Moms to New York or Paris.

But Alison hadn't been like that which, aside from the fact that she was super pretty, in an almost-teen kind of way that a lot of 11 year olds have, had been what attracted me to her. And I was attracted to her...a lot...Even a random mental image of her swimming or in her PJs for campfire song time was enough to make me catch my breath and feel a tingling between my legs and my nipples harden under my staff golf shirt.

The sun was out in full force and by the time we pulled up to the portage an hour and 45 minutes later, I could feel sweat running down my back and into the crack of my butt. We unloaded the gear and divided it into piles. The camp rules were she carried all her own gear, like all campers. She grabbed her pack and put it on, then grabbed her other bag, which was full of stuff that couldn't go in the tents with her, like toiletries and snacks. Those bags we had hung up in the trees out of reach of the critters that would dearly love to rip the bags—and tents--- apart to get at. I grabbed the canoe, lifted it up and onto my shoulders, grabbed the paddles and we started along the portage to the other end, just under a mile away.

Most days, we would have passed people going the other way, on their way into the park. Today however, we were the only ones there. Even when we got to the end and put our gear down to rest before heading back for the second load, there were no canoes on the lake as far as we could see, a good 5 miles.

Impulsively, I pulled off my golf shirt and shorts and dove into the cold water in my bathing suit. I came up splashing and shook the water out of my eyes. Alison was standing there, looking at me like I was crazy.

"Holy CRAP," she said, "That was random."

I laughed.

"I was BOILING in that shirt carrying all that stuff...weren't YOU?"

She shrugged.

"Yeah, but...that's just weird.."

"Come on, " I said, "get in and swim...show me all those strokes you learned."

She started to get undressed, then stopped.

"Shit," she said, then covered her mouth in embarrassment, "I mean shoot... my bathing suit's in my bag and, besides, my dad will kill me if I sit in his car with wet things on.."

"Ummmm...well," I said, deciding to be brave, "just take your clothes off then...Go in without your swimsuit.."

She looked at me like I'd grown a third eye.

"Ummm, "she said, "why don't I just go get my bathing suit on...like over there?"

"Uhh, youcould, "I said, "but then you'd just have to have it sitting around wet in your clothes bag after."

Alison looked around, as if watching for any stray campers to suddenly burst out of the portage or appear in a jet boat.

None did. We were alone on this part of the lake and Alison seemed to realise it.

"Ummm," she said, wavering.

I knew I had to capture the moment before she lost courage and I lost the chance to at least see her naked. I reached down and unsnapped the hook on my top, slid it off and flung it onto the beach then, bobbing in the water, I slid my bottoms down and off and tossed them to where my top had landed.

"Ta da," I said, somewhat nervous myself, as I was now committed to this.

It wasn't that I wasn't used to being naked around campers; even though it wasn't a regular thing at camp---they had their showers and the guides had another—swimming naked on longer camping trips was a bit of a tradition. Berris Rock, on the northern loop of our trips had become known as "Bare Ass Rock", since we often took the older campers in for after dark skinny-dips in the moonlight. I was nervous because what I had in mind wasn't just swimming and if THAT went wrong, I could be facing being fired... or worse.

Alison looked around once more and then, to my barely concealed excitement, slid off her sandals and started undoing the drawstring on her shorts.

"My Dad would kill me if he knew I was doing this," she said, unsnapping the snap and sliding her shorts down, revealing pink and purple dotted panties.

"I double pinky swear it's our secret," I said—as if I would ever tell.

She lay the shorts down onto her pack and, after yet another look around, started to pull up her shirt. As it rose up over her flat stomach and past the bottoms of her ribs, my heart skipped a beat; in a second, I'd see the just forming breasts that I'd fantasised for weeks about seeing.

Then she dropped the shirt down again.

"I'm too scared someone will see," she said.

Fuck, I thought; so close.

"Ali," I said, using the name she liked to be called, " there's no-one around, sweetie. No-one on this lake for miles and no-one on the other lake....and your Dad will never know."

"I kinda wish he did," She said, laughing, "He'd freak."

"Well," I said, "you'll have something he doesn't know about..."

I realise now that I was being a bit manipulative saying that, playing to her sense of rebellion. However, I was driven by an over-whelming desire, both for her and to see her naked body just once before we parted ways, possibly forever. I knew that if I didn't try every trick I could think of at that moment, Alison was going to put her shorts back on, I'd have to get dressed, we'd paddle to where her Dad was picking her up and I'd always wonder "what if?".

Alison took a deep breath, sighed and then, with a quick motion, slid her shirt up and over her head and dropped it on top of her shorts.

Barely able to speak, I put a faux-casual tone in my voice and said, "See? That wasn't too hard."

Her bare young breasts were better than I'd imagined; barely swelling from her chest, they were pert and pale with freckles and topped with two lovely erect dark brown nipples.

"Ta da," she echoed.

"Not YET," I said.

She looked around.

"Oh yeah," she said, "the one big thing to get rid of."

"Not so big," I said. "Just count to three and take them off and it'll be done."

"One...twoo...three," she said and slid them down just enough to show me a flash of the top of her slit, then pulled them up.

"Still scary," she said.

I had an idea, scarier than even her pulling them down.

"Want me to take them off?"

She looked around out of habit, paused, half-smiled.....then nodded.

I was sure my heartbeat could suddenly be heard through the water. Now, it was my turn to look around before I semi-doggy-paddled over to the gravelly put in and stood up in the thigh-deep water. I noticed Alison checking out my body and for a second I felt self-conscious, as if I'd suddenly realised, "Oh yeah, I'm naked."

I could feel the water dripping down my back as well as down my breasts and stomach. I'm sure if I looked down, there'd be a little trickle dripping off my pubes as well, and the thought excited me. There's a little video I saw a couple years ago on one of those "CollegeGirlCam" sites where this drunken girl gets undressed for her boyfriend and lets a classmate watch. At the end she looks over and says "Alex has seen me naked."

I felt like that at that moment 15 years ago; Alison had seen me naked.

Now it was my turn to see her.

I walked over and knelt down in front of her.

"Hands on your head," I said, looking up at her.

She scrunched up her face as if she were expecting something slightly unpleasant, like a vaccination or something.

I took hold of the waistband of her panties and paused for a second, secretly savouring the moment...then slid them down, watching the white elastic slide down past her belly button, lower stomach, hips, the top of her mound emerging from behind the fabric and finally her lovely slit topped with a small protruding clit and the lightest covering of wispy hair. I resisted the urge to lean in those few inches and kiss it. The panties caught briefly between her legs and Alison shifted slightly to let the fabric come loose. When her panties were at her knees, she brought her legs together and let me pull the fabric down farther. She lifted one leg then the other as I slid the panties off over her feet. I tossed them onto the clothes pile and stood up again.

"Ta da," I said and she giggled.

Her nervousness at getting undressed seemed to have disappeared now that we were both naked.

"See?" I said, "this ain't so bad."

She nodded shyly.

I took another look down the lake. Still no-one in sight. I couldn't believe my luck.

We went back into the water and swam out to the rock about a hundred yards off shore, and pulled ourselves up onto a shallow and sat on the edge of an out cropping.

A few minutes later Alison said, "This is actually kind of fun,"

"Being naked out here?"

"Yeah," Alison said, "I never get the chance to be naked at home."

"Like...ever?"

"No, silly," she said, "I mean only like when I am in the bath and in my room getting ready for bed or getting dressed."

"How long do you stay naked when you're in your room," I asked.

"I dunno...a minute...long enough to take my clothes off or my pajamas, then I get dressed again."

"You should try staying naked," I suggested, "It feels really great...I sometimes stay naked all day when I'm alone at home."

" I dunno," Alison said, "I'd be too scared."

"Of?"

"I dunno...someone seeing me."

" I never ever worried about that, "I said. "I've been doing it ever since I could be left alone."

" Uummm, " I said..."When you're naked...you ever...you know...?"

Alison gave me a quizzical look.

"uhhhh....touch...it.?"

"Ohhh," Alison said, "masturbate?"

"Yeah."

"A couple times....I don't think I do it right...it feels OK...but not like the girls at school say it feels to them."

"Maybe you're not doing it right," I said, "you know where your....clit is?"

"ummm, kinda, "Alison said.

Kinda? I thought, what doesn't know where their clit is by the age of ten?

"It's here, "I said, touching it on my own pussy. The mere touch sent a shiver through me.

Alison looked down at her body, then at me.

"Can I look?" I asked.

Alison nodded.

I leaned in, hesitated, then touched the small bump at the top of her slit.

"Oh," Alison said.

I didn't know whether she'd said that out of pleasure or sudden awareness of where it was.

"And when you masturbate," I said, "you want to touch it in little circles...like this."

I started moving my finger over the top of it, feeling the skin of it against my finger.

"Ohh...ok," Alison said.

"And then you start rubbing it a bit harder and slide your fingers down between your labia."

"Labia?"

"The two halves of your puss...umm...vulva."

I slid my finger down between them. She was wet, from the swim or her rising excitement.

" My friend Sarah says you put your fingers into your pee-hole," Alison said.

"Well, you could," I said, "but that could hurt. There's another hole next to it, closer to your butt. That's your vagina. Stuff is supposed to go in there...when you want to make babies, the guy puts his....weiner in there."

"I've seen my Dad's weiner," Alison said, "it looks too floppy to go in there."

"Well," I said, still caressing her clit and lips, "when a guy is ready to put it in, it gets bigger and sticks out and that makes it easier to put it in."

"Ok."

"Then, he pushes it in almost all the way and then out a few times and stuff comes out and goes up into you and helps make the baby."

"Sounds gross...and painful," Alison said.

"I dunno," I said, "I've never done it with a guy."

"Never?"

"Nope," I said, "I've fooled around with a couple guys, but never did that."

Alison lay back a bit on the rock and spread her legs a bit.

"What have you done?"

"Uh," I said, rubbing her clit a bit harder, "I've touched one when it was hard and stroked it....I even put one in my mouth a couple times."

Alison sat up.

"In your MOUTH?" she said, "eww."

"No, lots of people like having someone's mouth there. It feels good."

"I don't think I'd like it," Alison said.

"Oh, you would, Ali," I said, "...can I?"

Alison looked around, then nodded.

"Scooch forward a bit," I said.

She raised herself up and eased forward on the rock so that her butt was out of the water.

I eased in, hesitated, then gently planted several soft kisses on her clit hood and labia.

With my thumbs, I gently eased them apart and kissed her inner lips, which were dark pink and delicate and perfect.

I stuck my tongue out and started licking her. I felt her tense.

I looked up.

"You ok?"

She nodded down at me.

"Just startled me, "she said.

She relaxed again and I went back to licking her. I started off gently, but after a minute, as I felt her respond, I started licking harder, running my tongue up and down her slit, making a circuit with my tongue from her clit down to her anus. When I started flicking my tongue against her clit, which was hard and distended by this point, I felt her hands press against the back of my head.

" Uhhh, Maggie?" she said, "something's happening...down there."

I continued licking and sucking on her clit.

Finally, after another minute, I felt her arch her back and press her pussy hard into my mouth.

"Ohhhhhhhh...fuckkkkkkk...," I heard her hiss and felt her pussy throb against my mouth.

I put my tongue against her hole and tasted her delicious juices.

I looked up and saw Alison desperately pinching her nipples as her orgasm worked its way through her young body.

After she was done, I pulled myself up onto the rock next to her.

"That was an orgasm," I said, "you're supposed to get those every time you masturbate."

"Wow," was all she could say.

"That's why people masturbate."

She leaned in and hugged me.

"That was great," she said.

We swam back to the shore, dried off a little, then got dressed again and started on the trip back to the main camp.

We were three-quarters of the way there, but still far enough away to have privacy when she turned around in the canoe and gave me a naughty grin and pointed to a small island.

We pulled up to a sandy part.

"I gotta pee," she said and disappeared into the woods.

A minute later I heard her call my name and I walked into the woods after her.

She was naked and lying down on a patch of grass.

"One more time..please?"

I knelt down between her spread apart legs and put my mouth on her puss, smelling the sweet smell of her pee. I licked the traces of her tasty, salty liquid away from her holes and brought her to another shuddering orgasm within seconds.

"Thanks," she said and got up and back into her clothes.

We would have loved to have stayed longer, but we were out of time.

I dropped her off at the main beach 20 minutes later and watched her wander over to a late model Beemer SUV as I unloaded the canoe and placed the gear onto the grass. She wandered over with a man in what looked like an ad for GQ.

"Maggie, "Ali said, "This is my father, David Brooks."

He shook my hand with a firm grip that kind of hurt.

"Nice to meet you, Maggie."

I smiled a bit, thinking that the hand he was shaking had been rubbing his daughter's pussy less than an hour before.

"You too, sir," I said.

"Well," he said, looking at Alison, "we need to be off. I have a flight tonight to Geneva. I got Rosa to stay late tonight to make you dinner, so I'll drop you off at the house on my way to the airport."

"Ok, Dad," Alison said, with a touch of sadness.

She turned to me and a smile broke out.

"Thanks for the...uhhh..paddle," she said.

"My pleasure," I said.

I helped them carry her gear to the car and load it, then Alison gave me a hug and got into the car. I stood back as they eased the car around and then, with a wave, they were gone up the gravel road.

I sighed. I didn't know what to feel. I felt sad, but also a bit proud. If our little tryst on the way here had put her on the path to exploring her body and desires, then I think I had done a good thing.

Since then, I've had many lovers, both male and female, older and younger. Over the next five summers as a guide, I initiated more girls into lesbian relationships. But, Alison still stands out as the first real conquest I ever made. A couple months ago, I saw her name in the "About Town" section, when she and her dot.com Millionaire husband were at a benefit for Africa. I like to think that, when they are in bed, it isn't his mouth she feels on her, but mine.