My sexual education started when I was fourteen. I was working as an outside boy at a sporting camp on a large lake in the northeastern US. I carried guests’ luggage, cleaned fish, took care of the boats, motors, and gas, did routine maintenance, etc. I was big for my age and had been helping my Dad around the camp for several years.

The camp was run by my grandparents and my Mom. My Dad held down a full-time job, but helped with maintenance in the evenings and on weekends. We served guests three meals a day in a central dining room, and consequently, hired wait staff in addition to housekeeping. There were two dormitories for the staff, one male, one female with separate toilet facilities but only one common shower.

We hired three waitresses that year, Janet, Sharon, and Gail. Janet was 17 and still in high school. Sharon and Gail were college students on summer break and were both around 20. Janet was tiny, only 4′ 11″ and cute as a button. Sharon was your typical beautiful blonde and about mid-height. Gail was truly “stacked” and had legs that went on forever, if you know what I mean. There was going to be no shortage of loveliness to consider on the sundeck that summer!

As it happened, I had the boy’s dorm entirely to myself that year. The dishwasher lived only a short walk away and went home at night. That left me with plenty of time and privacy for my favorite “research” at that age, porn and masturbation. Pictures are nice and I like videos, but I had been an avid reader from a young age and found written porn to be the most stimulating. I had a small collection of “fuck” books that I liked to read at appropriate moments, with all the good parts marked with dog-eared corners. I had learned a great deal about girls in general and sex in particular from those books, but was still a virgin.

The season had started and the girls had been there for about a week when I got sick. I had a summer cold or something and was feeling just bad enough for it to be noticeable, but not bad enough so as to need to take time off from my work. I was sleeping one night when I woke up enough to realize there was someone standing beside my bed in the dark.

“Whaaa?” I mumbled. I was feeling a bit feverish and wondered vaguely what was going on.

A cool hand passed across my brow. “You’re sweating. Do you feel all right?”

I realized it was Janet. We had spoken a few times, but there was never any indication that she was interested in anything beyond casual friendliness towards a boy who was three years younger than herself.

“I’m fine, I guess. What’s goin’ on?”

“I was worried about you. Are you sure that you are all right?” she said softly.

“I’m fine,” I said, repeating myself and still wondering why she was in my dorm.

“Would you like me to hold you for a while?” she asked. This was strange, but the thought of holding that small, compact body next to mine was exciting, and I wondered just exactly what she had in mind.

“Do you want to get in with me?” I asked, “I’m not wearing anything.”

“No problem,” she said, kicking off her slippers. I raised the covers beside me, held out my arm, and she slipped in and laid close beside me, placing an arm across my chest and burying her head into my shoulder. I realized she was wearing a set of what felt like flannel pj’s. Her warm length felt wonderful against my side and a small breast was obvious, pressed tight against my side.

I realized I had an erection, and wondered if she would notice and think ill of me.