My parents used to send me to Church Camp every summer. I actually looked forward to it seeing how I lived in a small hick ass town. So there I was at church camp having a good old spirtual time. We were only at camp for 5 days I believe, not too much time for LOVE! See, the deal was go to camp and meet all the other churches from around the state. We would sing, pray, eat bad food, and search the woods for a "soul mate". After day one all rules were forgotten. Every man for himself, war like mentality took over the camp. I had my sights on this one gal who seemed to talk a little too much. Little did I know a thick mamma from Las Vegas had her sights on me.
Her name was Lynette and see was "shapely" to say the least. I did my best to tell her we were friends and my interests were else where. She wasn't having that at all! Church camp can be very draining at times. The night before the last day, everyone is crying and emotional because we were all 16 years old. It seemed like the world was going to end if you met the right girl/guy. So we are singing by the fire and all hell is breaking loose around me. My choice was very innocent and really liked holding hands and such. So yeah, I was over it.
Now here is where things got interesting. I saw Lynette and gave her the traditional goodbye hug. I went to release from hugging mode and she did not let go. Out of the fucking blue she tells me, " I'm so glad we're together." WHAT! Together? How the hell did this happen? She still has me in hug posistion and I'm shook! I thought what would David Lee Roth do? He would probably fuck her and three of her friends all night in a suite! I couldn't pull that off at 16! I don't know how but I broke down and started kissing her, alot. The night was coming to a close and what the fuck right? Plans were made and ideas were exchanged. That night we sneak out of our dorms!
Now I had not really had too much experience with girls besides making out and a little leg rubbing. This girl Lynette was gnarly opposed to typical church camp girls! Holly shit we started kissing and she put my hand on her boobies! WOOOOO HOOOO! At that point there was no turning back. I actually touched her private parts and was freaked out, in a good way. Then the scariest thing happend, her hand started drifting up my leg towards my promised land! I was very scared due to the late bloomer syndrome. Then she hit the intended target and Yea Haw it was cool! Then Lynette from Las Vegas told me three words that changed my life! What she said was pure 80's poetry. It was like Hiroshima man, it changed everything! To make a long story short, she wanted to fuck in the back of the cooks truck. I declined, because I was scared shitless that God was going to strike me down with lighting, and she was bummed.
I ran back to my dorm and bragged about everything that just happend as young men often do. The next day all the different groups met at this pizza place and Lynette kept playing with my pistol under the table. She wanted to sneak outside and fuck in their church van. I felt really uncomfortable and couldn't get up for food because she made my dick hard. It was pretty humiliating now that I think about it. She wrote me a letter a dedicating the song "Farewell my Summer Love" by Michael Jackson. Fucking whore! Trying to get sex in God's camp! All in all it was rad because she told me I had a big cock. I took a girls virginity two years before and she told all of her friends it didn't hurt, at all. I was a late bloomer and my wee wee was quite small and good ole church girl put some swagger babck in my step.