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Part 4
Gary Arnott had counted all the boys on the bus and one was missing. He stood outside the door of the bus, looking around the girl's camp, but there was not much to see in the darkness.
"Mona, have you seen Ethan?" he said.
She was just getting on the bus and stopped. "No. Isn't he on the bus?"
Gary shook his head. "No. He's the only one missing."
Mona turned around and searched through the darkness with him. "I saw him dancing with one of the girls. Where did they go?"
"I don't know. They disappeared."
Mona nudged him with her elbow. "Maybe they went off to neck. That Ethan's a pretty cute guy."
"I wouldn't know," he said.
"Well, maybe they didn't hear the horn. Maybe they went off in the woods together."
Gary shook his head. "I don't even want to think about that. If they're doing what I think they're doing we could all get in a lot of trouble."
Mona leaned against the door frame. "I think you worry too much. You're like a mother hen. They're just kids. How much can they know?"
"How much did you know at that age?" Gary said with anger in his voice, and immediately regretted it. He didn't get angry with Mona often, and it was hard to stay angry with her for long.
He looked at her. She seemed deep in thought.
"Maybe you're right," she said, then she pointed across the yard. "There they are."
He saw Ethan and one of the girls come out of the stables. They said something to each other briefly, and she went off in the directions of the cabins. Ethan came toward the bus. Gary wasn't sure how much they had been into until he saw the grin Ethan was trying to suppress.
"Next time try not to be late," was all he could think to say as Ethan climbed on the bus. He looked at Mona. She, too, had apparently noticed the grin on his face and figured out what it must have meant because she was grinning, too.
"Don't you say anything," he said, and went past her onto the bus.
Ethan was still grinning when he got up in the morning. It did not last when he could not find the opportunity to relieve himself. The hardest thing he'd ever had to do was leave Angie when she was about to give him the most incredible experience he ever could have imagined. It had been painful to put his erection back in his pants. The glow of what they had done together lingered, but now it had been replaced with an agonizing ache in his groin that begged for relief.
If he could get a few minutes alone he could get himself off, but he had no opportunity to get away. And he could see no opportunity any time soon.
The counselors had several activities planned for Sunday. None of them sounded too appealing to Ethan, so he picked the one that seemed least boring: the secret hike.
The members of the group were blindfolded, driven around in Gary's truck, then dropped off somewhere to find their way back to the camp. When Ethan's blindfold had been removed, he discovered that he had been teamed with Ramona, and it was just the two of them.
"Ready to go?" she said shortly after Gary had driven off in his pickup truck to drop off the next blindfolded group.
Ethan looked around. He did not recognize the surroundings at all. There was no way he would have been able to find his way back on his own.
"I guess so," he said. Ramona started off and he followed her. She seemed to know a way to go and he didn't mind being led. He wasn't in a very good mood. He was still thinking about Angie, which was painful enough, but his groin ached more and more with each step.
He looked at Ramona's back. She wore a t-shirt, khaki shorts, hiking boots and a small backpack over her shoulder. Her long, black hair was tied in a ponytail. He wished he could see her front. She had such a beautiful face that he liked to look at, and she had beautiful breasts. He remembered squeezing Angie's breast. It was so firm and delicate. How would Ramona's feel? The ache between his legs got worse. He tried not to think about things like that for a while.
They had hiked for miles when Ramona decided they should stop and have something to eat. Ethan was relieved. His body was in very good shape for playing hockey, but it was not used to making long hikes up and down wooded hillsides.
Ramona had a couple of sandwiches and plastic bottles of juice in the backpack that they split. They ate quietly and Ramona made small talk. The sun was directly overhead and was quite warm on them. Ramona untucked her t-shirt and pulled it off over her head. Ethan watched, frozen with the sandwich in his mouth.
Under the shirt she wore a tiny orange bikini top held on by strings. Her breasts were bigger and rounder than he had imagined. They spilled out over the edges of the tiny bikini like they were going to bust out of it. She bent over to stuff the t-shirt into the backpack and Ethan found himself staring straight down at her cleavage. It was a gorgeous sight. His penis throbbed and he groaned in pain, clutching his groin.
Ramona looked up. "What's wrong," she asked.
"Nothing," Ethan replied.
He used both hands to cover his groin. He could not stand the embarrassment if she saw what was happening in his shorts.
However, she was looking right down at his hands, no matter how hard he wished she would go away. She came and sat down next to him. She had a slender waist and a flat belly, and her breasts jiggled when she walked. He winced in pain again.
"How far did you go with that girl last night?" she said.
"We kissed. And then ... we touched. We didn't have time for anything else."
He remembered the sight of Angie's full lips, parted, hovering inches over the head of his penis, and he winced in pain. Ramona put her hand on his shoulder to comfort him.
"So you didn't have sex?"
Ethan shook his head. The pain was unbearable. If she didn't go away he was going to have to do something and he didn't care if she saw his dick.
"And you didn't ejaculate?"
Ethan looked up at her. "What's ejac-?"
"You didn't cum, you didn't get off?"
Ethan felt humiliated. "No," he said.
He hated admitting to anyone, especially Ramona, that he had failed to get off his first time doing anything sexual with a girl.
"And now it hurts?"
He nodded. "It hurts a lot."
She stood up. "If you want to masturbate to relieve yourself, I won't watch, ok?"
"Ok."
"You just take your time and tell me when you're finished."
Ethan nodded. He wanted to ask her to stay and help him or at least watch, but she walked off and sat on the trunk of a fallen tree with her back to him. When he was sure she wasn't going to look back, he took out his penis and rubbed his hand rapidly up and down, squeezing the shaft. It took only a minute and he was shooting long, thick spurts of cum into the grass several feet from where he stood. It flooded out of him until he felt drained, and he let out a deep sigh. The ache was still there, deep in his groin, but it was nowhere near as intolerable as before.
He pulled up his pants and walked to Ramona. She turned around.
"I'm done," Ethan said.
"Feel better?"
"Yeah."
Ramona got up. "Then let's keep going. We want to get back before dinner, right?"
"Right," he said. She put her arm around his shoulder and he felt happier, although he had a feeling he was never going to get as close to having sex with a girl as he did with Angie.
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