Girls Will Be Girls - Part I

Continuing with the girls camp theme....when I was 15, old enough to be a camp counselor, our church youth leaders decided that we girls should rough it and camp out in tents at a public campground in the mountains overlooking beautiful Bear Lake. Cool nights on the mountain and warm days on the beach at the lake - camp week was fantastic! All us older girls were getting along great until a couple of teenage boys were sighted in the campground. Mrs. Marshall, one of our chaperones, went marching over to their campsite to make it clear to them there would be no fraternizing with us girls. She had her knickers in a knot until she discovered that she knew one of the boys...he was the son of a friend of her great-auntie or something. So....the guys weren't exactly off limits anymore. Keep in mind that these two guys would have never gotten a second glance from any of us, at any other place, at any other time. One was a flabby boy named Claire and his friend had a glass eye. Nevertheless, they were enjoying getting quite a bit of attention from some of the girls.

Once we got to the beach and Claire & his friend showed up in a motorboat with waterskis, the flirting got fierce and ruthless. Joan was a volupuous blonde with a sensuous way of rubbing on suntan lotion. It was something like the carwash scene in the movie "Coolhand Luke". She lathered herself up into a frenzy. Not to be outdone, Cheerleader Eileen broke into an exuberant series of cartwheels, round-offs, and splits there in the beach. Why someone would want to slam their suimsuit clad crotch into hot sand is beyond me, but that was her modus operandi whenever she sensed any testosterone in the air. Then there was Irene with her perfect sky-high teased hair with her sultry long bangs hanging over one eye. Joanne was a bubbly blonde who got the giggles alot when she was around boys. Fawn was shy as a doe, but she had beautiful waist length brunette hair. Then there was tall, cool blonde Michelle. She could get guys, even older guys, without even looking at them. Me? I was a late bloomer who had a body like Twiggy (Calista Flockhart if you're not familiar with Twiggy) and no gymastic skills. I was just an amused spectator, along with the other Not Ready For Prime Time Players. Those of us not involved in the competition had bets going on which 2 girls would be invited aboard the Love Boat. Who would you guess? It turned out to be Joan and Irene. Later Joan confessed that she was sorely disappointed in the voyage and she embarrassed herself by how she couldn't get it up.....I'm talking about her waterskiing!.