Camp Long Trees (m+/F) (Chapter 4 posted 6/12/23)
Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2023 3:18 pm
I: First day of camp
It was the summer before my first year of college. To make some money so I could start saving up for student loans (my grades weren’t all that great), I took a job as a camp counselor for an eight-week all-boys sleepaway camp, Camp Long Trees (the all-girls camp, Camp Flora, had done all their hiring earlier that year). I wasn’t thrilled by the prospect of playing babysitter for a bunch of young and teen boys for two months (the age range was for boys between 12 and 16), but the pay was excellent. Also, I figured there’d have to be at least one other girl who was a counselor I could bond with.
After I arrived at the front gate of the camp on the first afternoon, I was approached by a young guy with dark skin, short black hair, khakis, socks with sandals (amazingly, he pulled the look off), and a light blue shirt with the camp logo on the front. He looked to be a bit older than me. “You must be Elena Del Rio.”
“That’s me.”
“I’m Ben, Ben Bivens,” he introduced himself as he handed me a camp shirt for me to wear. “I’m the head camp counselor. We’re so excited to have you. Here, I can show you where you’ll stay for your time here.”
Ben guided me through the camp, past the mess hall, the activity center, and the cabins where the boys would be staying. I was expecting him to guide me into one of them. Instead, we walked past all the larger cabins and toward a smaller cabin.
“Here we are,” Ben announced as he opened the door.
I entered the cabin, where there was only one bed, one set of furniture, and a bathroom off to the side. “Wow. Do all the counselors have their own little place like this?” I asked.
“No, each one is assigned a cabin with the other boys. Since you’re the only female counselor here, we figured you’d be more comfortable with your own sleeping accommodations.”
I raised my eyebrow. “I’m the only girl here?”
“Yep. We were quite surprised that you signed up for an all-boys camp. Our only female counselor was a girl a few years ago. Ever since then, it’s only been guys.”
While I was still processing that information, Ben was already halfway out the door. “Well, I’ll let you get settled. Put your stuff away, and then come out and mingle. Remember: be at the opening bonfire tonight at 8.”
After he left, I unpacked my bags. I opened the dresser to find a few different-colored shirts with the camp logo. There were also some different colored matching bandanas. I seldom used bandanas as an accessory, but I figured I might as well start to use them since they were given to me.
I decided on an outfit: the light blue camp shirt Ben had given me earlier, a matching bandana (tied with a bow on my forehead), white denim shorts, and red sneakers. I tied my long black hair in a braid, then went out to meet some people.
Through the sea of boys, the first counselor I met was a guy with curly dirty blonde hair, glasses, blue denim shorts, and a blue bandana headband over his forehead. He had the same color camp shirt as me, though his shirt was tied a bit with a rubber band to show off a bit of his (toned) midriff. “I’m Jason McClean,” he greeted with some dramatic flair in his voice. “Pleasure to meet you.”
Another counselor I met was named Yoshi Himiro. He had jet black hair combed to the left side of his hair to where it almost touched his eye. He wore the same shirt and khakis and had a blue bandana hanging around his neck like a cowboy, and I noticed he had Pokeball earrings. “I think the hardest part of camp is gonna be withdrawal from playing video games. Do you play Pokemon at all?” he asked.
I was tempted to screw with him by saying I only played Digimon.
Between meeting counselors, many of the boys came up to say hi to me. Many seemed surprised to learn that there’d be one female counselor. They all acted friendly, though I could definitely spot some mischievous glances exchanged between them. Finally, I noticed a counselor standing off to the side under the shade of a tree. He wore the camp shirt, blue denim shorts, and dark shades. “Hi,” I greeted. “I’m Elena.”
“Ken,” was his one-word response.
“So, needed some shade already?” I joked.
“I needed to…get away from it all,” he answered.
He said that like he was trying to get away from a Black Friday crowd after working a twelve-hour shift. In fact, it sounded like he was exhausted just from talking with me. I wondered how he’d make it eight weeks watching over children.
oOo
At the opening bonfire, the camp owner, Lamar Bivens (Ben’s uncle, which I guess is how he got the job), spoke, welcoming everyone to the camp. He then had each counselor come up and introduce themselves.
“Hi, I’m Elena Del Rio,” I greeted everyone when it was my turn. “I know that I’m the only girl around here. But just because I’m a girl in an all-boys camp doesn’t mean I’m gonna take any nonsense from you guys. So let’s all get along, and we’ll have an awesome summer.”
At the end of the bonfire, as we all headed back toward our cabins, I wasn’t looking where I was walking and tripped over a pinecone. As I pulled myself up, I noticed a few boys snickering, especially one boy with a stupid freckled face.
This was my first chance to show these boys not to mess with me. As he was walking away, I stood up, grabbed the pinecone, and threw it at the back of his head. He was wearing a grey hoodie, so the pinecone bounced off his head like a backboard on a basketball hoop and landed in his hood.
“You’re right, kid. Pinecones are funny!” With that, I ran off to my cabin while his friends turned their laughter toward him.
oOo
High off my little victory, I had gotten changed to go to sleep, dressing in a white t-shirt, teal pajama shorts, and lavender socks. I had a pink headband holding back my hair as I prepared to sleep.
After reading for a bit, I saw that the clock said it was 11 PM. That was when campers and counselors were expected to go to bed so they’d be awake at 7 AM the following day. I put my book down, turned off the lights, pulled the blankets up, and closed my eyes…
…only for there to be a knock on my door.
I pulled myself out of bed and poked my head out the door. “Who-” I got out before a pillowcase was suddenly thrust over my head. The door was forced open, and I felt several arms wrestle me to the ground. I heard my dresser drawer open, my arms were forced behind me, and my wrists were tied with a cloth, as were my elbows. That was the same case for my ankles and knees. All this time, someone was placing their hands over my mouth to stop me from screaming. I did try to scream, but their hands (and the pillowcase, to a lesser extent) kept me quiet.
The hands over my mouth were removed for a second, and the pillowcase was slightly raised so my mouth was exposed. But before I could shout, a knotted cloth was shoved between my teeth and tied behind my hair before the pillowcase was pulled back down.
As quickly as I had been ambushed, I heard my assailants exit my cabin. “Welcome to camp, Elena,” I heard someone say before the door was closed, leaving me alone while all tied up.
It was the summer before my first year of college. To make some money so I could start saving up for student loans (my grades weren’t all that great), I took a job as a camp counselor for an eight-week all-boys sleepaway camp, Camp Long Trees (the all-girls camp, Camp Flora, had done all their hiring earlier that year). I wasn’t thrilled by the prospect of playing babysitter for a bunch of young and teen boys for two months (the age range was for boys between 12 and 16), but the pay was excellent. Also, I figured there’d have to be at least one other girl who was a counselor I could bond with.
After I arrived at the front gate of the camp on the first afternoon, I was approached by a young guy with dark skin, short black hair, khakis, socks with sandals (amazingly, he pulled the look off), and a light blue shirt with the camp logo on the front. He looked to be a bit older than me. “You must be Elena Del Rio.”
“That’s me.”
“I’m Ben, Ben Bivens,” he introduced himself as he handed me a camp shirt for me to wear. “I’m the head camp counselor. We’re so excited to have you. Here, I can show you where you’ll stay for your time here.”
Ben guided me through the camp, past the mess hall, the activity center, and the cabins where the boys would be staying. I was expecting him to guide me into one of them. Instead, we walked past all the larger cabins and toward a smaller cabin.
“Here we are,” Ben announced as he opened the door.
I entered the cabin, where there was only one bed, one set of furniture, and a bathroom off to the side. “Wow. Do all the counselors have their own little place like this?” I asked.
“No, each one is assigned a cabin with the other boys. Since you’re the only female counselor here, we figured you’d be more comfortable with your own sleeping accommodations.”
I raised my eyebrow. “I’m the only girl here?”
“Yep. We were quite surprised that you signed up for an all-boys camp. Our only female counselor was a girl a few years ago. Ever since then, it’s only been guys.”
While I was still processing that information, Ben was already halfway out the door. “Well, I’ll let you get settled. Put your stuff away, and then come out and mingle. Remember: be at the opening bonfire tonight at 8.”
After he left, I unpacked my bags. I opened the dresser to find a few different-colored shirts with the camp logo. There were also some different colored matching bandanas. I seldom used bandanas as an accessory, but I figured I might as well start to use them since they were given to me.
I decided on an outfit: the light blue camp shirt Ben had given me earlier, a matching bandana (tied with a bow on my forehead), white denim shorts, and red sneakers. I tied my long black hair in a braid, then went out to meet some people.
Through the sea of boys, the first counselor I met was a guy with curly dirty blonde hair, glasses, blue denim shorts, and a blue bandana headband over his forehead. He had the same color camp shirt as me, though his shirt was tied a bit with a rubber band to show off a bit of his (toned) midriff. “I’m Jason McClean,” he greeted with some dramatic flair in his voice. “Pleasure to meet you.”
Another counselor I met was named Yoshi Himiro. He had jet black hair combed to the left side of his hair to where it almost touched his eye. He wore the same shirt and khakis and had a blue bandana hanging around his neck like a cowboy, and I noticed he had Pokeball earrings. “I think the hardest part of camp is gonna be withdrawal from playing video games. Do you play Pokemon at all?” he asked.
I was tempted to screw with him by saying I only played Digimon.
Between meeting counselors, many of the boys came up to say hi to me. Many seemed surprised to learn that there’d be one female counselor. They all acted friendly, though I could definitely spot some mischievous glances exchanged between them. Finally, I noticed a counselor standing off to the side under the shade of a tree. He wore the camp shirt, blue denim shorts, and dark shades. “Hi,” I greeted. “I’m Elena.”
“Ken,” was his one-word response.
“So, needed some shade already?” I joked.
“I needed to…get away from it all,” he answered.
He said that like he was trying to get away from a Black Friday crowd after working a twelve-hour shift. In fact, it sounded like he was exhausted just from talking with me. I wondered how he’d make it eight weeks watching over children.
oOo
At the opening bonfire, the camp owner, Lamar Bivens (Ben’s uncle, which I guess is how he got the job), spoke, welcoming everyone to the camp. He then had each counselor come up and introduce themselves.
“Hi, I’m Elena Del Rio,” I greeted everyone when it was my turn. “I know that I’m the only girl around here. But just because I’m a girl in an all-boys camp doesn’t mean I’m gonna take any nonsense from you guys. So let’s all get along, and we’ll have an awesome summer.”
At the end of the bonfire, as we all headed back toward our cabins, I wasn’t looking where I was walking and tripped over a pinecone. As I pulled myself up, I noticed a few boys snickering, especially one boy with a stupid freckled face.
This was my first chance to show these boys not to mess with me. As he was walking away, I stood up, grabbed the pinecone, and threw it at the back of his head. He was wearing a grey hoodie, so the pinecone bounced off his head like a backboard on a basketball hoop and landed in his hood.
“You’re right, kid. Pinecones are funny!” With that, I ran off to my cabin while his friends turned their laughter toward him.
oOo
High off my little victory, I had gotten changed to go to sleep, dressing in a white t-shirt, teal pajama shorts, and lavender socks. I had a pink headband holding back my hair as I prepared to sleep.
After reading for a bit, I saw that the clock said it was 11 PM. That was when campers and counselors were expected to go to bed so they’d be awake at 7 AM the following day. I put my book down, turned off the lights, pulled the blankets up, and closed my eyes…
…only for there to be a knock on my door.
I pulled myself out of bed and poked my head out the door. “Who-” I got out before a pillowcase was suddenly thrust over my head. The door was forced open, and I felt several arms wrestle me to the ground. I heard my dresser drawer open, my arms were forced behind me, and my wrists were tied with a cloth, as were my elbows. That was the same case for my ankles and knees. All this time, someone was placing their hands over my mouth to stop me from screaming. I did try to scream, but their hands (and the pillowcase, to a lesser extent) kept me quiet.
The hands over my mouth were removed for a second, and the pillowcase was slightly raised so my mouth was exposed. But before I could shout, a knotted cloth was shoved between my teeth and tied behind my hair before the pillowcase was pulled back down.
As quickly as I had been ambushed, I heard my assailants exit my cabin. “Welcome to camp, Elena,” I heard someone say before the door was closed, leaving me alone while all tied up.