1. The Island, Chapter 40


    Date: 9/29/2015, Categories: Fiction, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Male / Female Teens, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 86.5, Source: sexstories.com

    Chapter 40 It was almost dinnertime when I got back to camp, and the cooks were hard at work with the fish caught by Do Hun’s class this morning. Whatever they were making, it was starting to smell good. I watched the cheerleaders chopping fruit for a moment, enjoying the play of their lithe young bodies under their skimpy clothing. My ogling was rewarded by the brief flash of my favorite cheerleader’s entire right tit, visible through the oversized armhole of her tank top, as she dumped some papaya into a bucket. God, was she beautiful. I watched, entranced, as the heavy orb, nicely tanned and tipped with its succulent fat nipple, swayed back and forth as she worked. I really needed to talk to her, and at least find out her name. Something always seemed to come up and prevent me from getting to know her, however. Sure enough, just as I made up my mind to walk over and strike up a conversation, circumstances proved me right once again. “Dave! There you are,” Janie’s voice called to me. She strode up to my side and gave me a peck on the cheek. “Come sit with me and Patricia. See if you can help me cheer her up.” Taking my arm, she pulled me toward her hut. “So what was the whole argument with Horace about?” I asked, giving one more forlorn glance at the lovely teen goddess over my shoulder as I walked away from her. “Oh, it’s stupid, but tragic, too. They really like each other, but she was trying to indicate to him she wanted a physical relationship, and things stalled. It ...
    turns out he has some issues, uh, ‘raising the flag’ if you know what I mean. He’s too embarrassed to even try something with her. Even though she told him she wouldn’t mind if it didn’t work out. I guess his pride is too much to swallow. She got really mad he wouldn’t even try and now they won't speak to each other.” “That’s rough. I’m sure he’s horribly ashamed of the problem. After all, it totally undermines your masculinity.” I shuddered to think what my life would be like if I couldn’t get it up. “But shouldn’t he give it a go? I mean what’s he got to lose?” “His dignity,” I said. “And the last shred of hope that he could perform. At least right now he can imagine he might come through in a pinch. If he tries to make it with Patricia and can’t, he’s humiliated for real. Performance anxiety would set in and he’d never get over it.” “I guess,” she said doubtfully. “It still seems a shame.” “I think the only comparable situation for a woman would be finding out you can’t have children. It would seem like your total reason for being just got taken away. I know that’s not true in either case, but it sure must seem like it.” “Hmmm,” she pondered, but didn’t reply. By this time, we had arrived at the hut. I greeted Patricia, who did indeed seem a little morose, as Janie and I sat down. I tried to take her mind off her issues, and attempted to figure out from her accent where she was born. I guessed Massachusetts, but she shook her head, the ghost of a smile gracing her pretty ...
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