Hi, I’m Emma Ruiz, a shy 23-year-old with olive skin, brown eyes that have a hint of green in the right light, and curly brown hair I usually keep knotted up. This is the wild story of what happened to me in the summer of 2025. A summer so unforgettable that it’s burned into my mind and the minds of the boys at camp, culminating in that surreal moment when I stood waving goodbye to Johan and Eric, watching their parents’ car vanish down the dusty road, cum still clinging sticky and warm in my hair, leaving me to wonder with a racing heart, How in the world did this summer turn so crazy?

I grew up in the quiet suburbs as an only child, raised by a strict math teacher mom who expected nothing less than perfection and a gentle carpenter dad who always urged me to “be kind and do right” in his soft, steady voice. I went to church every Sunday and spent my nights buried in textbooks. I was the stereotypical nerdy/good girl. Earning straight A’s, never missing a curfew, and being called “sweet” by teachers, neighbors, and churchgoers alike. 

In school, I was a bit of an outsider. When all the girls started to focus more on boys, I spent all my focus on my studies. I was a late bloomer, in school, I saw how all the girls in my class started to mature and get bigger breasts and rounder asses, but my body didn't change much. Not evolving as the other girls made me feel left out, and I didn't have many friends. And boys? I felt like I was invisible to them; they didn't give me any attention. 

It wasn’t until my late teens that my body finally caught up; my breasts grew into heavy, sensitive C-cups that tingled at the slightest touch. My ass also grew out, and I became curvy in all the right places. My curves could’ve drawn eyes if I hadn’t hidden them under baggy clothes. All the other girls dressed up and wore make-up, but I didn't. I told myself that focusing on my studies and getting into the best colleges was more important than focusing on my appearance. 

At 20, I had my first and so far only boyfriend. We met in math class, and after three months, we had sex, pleasant enough, it was okay in a simple way, but nothing like the wild sex stories I’d overheard in high school. We had a good relationship, but it ended after a year when I moved far away for my master’s program. Leaving home for the first time, only to find that even with a full scholarship, rent was a financial burden. That prompted me to take a summer job as a math counselor at Camp Euclid, a summer camp for 18-year-old math prodigies who could solve complex equations in their sleep.

Camp went smoothly, and I grew more confident in my role as a counselor, but the summer heat was relentless, forcing me to swap my usual baggy outfits for lighter tank tops and shorts to keep from melting under the sun. While the students were generally sweet, I couldn’t help but notice how the boys started to stare more and more at my body. Their eyes lingering longer than they should, and they were not even subtle about it, especially at the lake when I wore my bikini. Initially, I found it annoying and it made me feel both irritated and insecure. Why can’t they just look away instead of staring like that? I thought to myself.

But as the weeks went on, something shifted inside me. I’d never had boys notice me before, and now every single one seemed to have their eyes glued to my tits and curves, sparking a new sensation that was both unfamiliar and thrilling. I started to like the attention. It feels weird to say it, but it actually boosted my self-esteem, I felt sexy and wanted for the first time in my life, like I was finally being seen. 

On certain nights, campers could choose to sleep in tents instead of the main hall to get closer to nature, and it was the counselors’ job to check in on each tent, ensuring that everyone was settled. That night, it was my turn to make the rounds, with the last tent belonging to Johan and Eric, the two shyest boys at camp. Their tent was far away from the main cabins, which made me wonder as I walked through the darkening woods, Why did they set up so far away from everyone else?

As I walked towards their tent, a single raindrop landed on my arm, and when I looked up, I saw heavy storm clouds gathering, followed almost instantly by a crazy downpour of cold rain that soaked me to the skin in seconds, forcing me to sprint toward their tent since it was closer than the cabins. My heart was pounding as I yanked down the zipper and dove inside, desperate for shelter.

Johan and Eric jumped in surprise, their eyes wide as I tore the tent flap open wider and scrambled fully inside, dripping wet and shivering. Eric, skinny with long arms, big eyes and an innocent smile, blinked up from his sleeping bag and stammered, “Emma?” while Johan, a bit chubby but kind of cute in a faded superhero t-shirt, pushed his fogged-up glasses back into place and asked, “What… What happened..?” 

I could barely get the words out, my voice trembling as I explained, “Sorry, sorry… the hail’s insane out there, and I was closer to your tent than the cabins.” While speaking, I could feel the cold water drip from my clothes onto the tent floor, it was warm inside the tent and almost stifling compared to the chill outside. I immediately noticed their eyes on me, drawn to my soaked tank top that clung transparently to my tits. My nipples were hard and prominent beneath the fabric, which sent a flush of embarrassment through me, but there was also a spark of something else, as I thought, They’re staring at my tits, so obvious, and it’s starting to get me hot, their eyes locked on me like I’m some kind of dream.

“You can stay here until the rain stops,” Johan offered, his voice soft but tinged with a nervous excitement that made him seem even more cute in his shyness.

“Thanks for not kicking me out in that mess,” I teased, trying to lighten the mood despite my chattering teeth, but the cold was biting, and I knew I needed to get out of my wet clothes, so I asked, “Do either of you have any spare clothes? I’m completely drenched, as you can see.” Eric fumbled, his cheeks flushing red, before replying, “Oh yeah, sorry, sorry, we didn’t bring extras out here, but here - take my t-shirt, it’s dry,” and he quickly took off his oversized shirt, handing it to me, which I figured would be long enough to cover me decently.

I told them to close their eyes, and as they complied. I hesitated for a moment about taking off my shorts, but the wet fabric was unbearable against my skin, so I stripped off my tank top and shorts, slipping into Eric’s shirt, which hung down to my thighs, before saying, “Okay, you can look now.” 

I tried to make small talk, asking how they liked camp and why their tent was so far out, but they just nodded. Their responses were half-hearted, their eyes fixed on me in a way that made my skin prickle with awareness. When I glanced down, I saw why, my nipples, still hard from the cold, were poking sharply through the thin fabric of the t-shirt, standing out vividly, which sent a wave of heat through me despite my embarrassment, as I thought, They’re completely captivated by my tits, unable to look away, and it’s slightly turning me on.

“What are you looking at?” I asked, my tone a bit sharp at first, snapping them out of their trance. They both stammered, “Oh, uh…we didn’t look at anything,” their faces turning bright red with obvious embarrassment that was almost cute in its awkwardness.

“It’s like you’ve never seen a woman before,” I said, in a softer voice as curiosity took over, intrigued by their nervousness. They stuttered before Eric let out a quiet “no,” confirming what I’d suspected, that they really hadn’t been with a girl before.

I took a moment to study them: Eric with his long, scrawny frame, blue eyes, hair a messy tangle; Johan, chubby but not unattractive, in that worn superhero shirt, with his glasses down on his nose, both sitting in their underwear, the absolute stereotype of math camp nerds. A flare of empathy hit me because they reminded me so much of myself in my teens, overlooked and ignored by the opposite sex. If I had to wait several years to get attention from boys, then they most likely had to wait even longer than that to meet a girl who gave them any attention. 

Then I caught their eyes drifting back to my tits, and this time I understood - my tits were big, the nipples impossible to miss through the thin shirt. With a sudden impulse, I swayed my shoulders just a little, making my tits jiggle softly beneath the fabric, watching as their eyes tracked every movement with a kind of desperate fascination that sent a warm spark through my body.

I waved my hand in front of their faces, trying to break the spell, saying, “Hey, Earth to Johan, Earth to Eric - wake up!” They blinked, Johan mumbling, “Ehhh, I was just looking at the tent zipper there,” while Eric added weakly, “Yeah, just making sure it’s closed so no rain gets in,” their excuses so flimsy I almost laughed. Then my eyes dropped lower, noticing the unmistakable bulges in their boxers, their cocks clearly hard, which sent an electric jolt straight to my pussy, as I realized, Their cocks are hard because of me, just from looking at my tits, and it’s making me wet - sitting here in this thin shirt with two virgin boys who think I’m a total hottie, their eyes worshipping every inch of me.

Another thought flickered through my mind: Should I give these boys the kind of experience I never got at their age, something unforgettable that would stay with them forever? I felt hesitant, should I do it? It was just us three trapped here by the pouring rain, with no one else around to know…

But then my role as their counselor flashed in my head, reminding me I was their leader, their teacher, I couldn’t possibly cross that line. I threw another glance at the bulges in their boxers. The temptation was too strong, and the words slipped out before I could stop them: “So you boys have never seen a naked girl before, huh… would you like to see one?” Their eyes widened, and they looked at each other in stunned silence before Eric mumbled, “What… what do you mean?” his voice trembling with nervous anticipation.

“What do you think I mean?” I replied with a teasing tone, grabbing the bottom of the t-shirt and starting to lift it slowly. The boys were staring at me, completely silent, clearly not believing what was happening in front of them. The thought of being the first real girl these boys would ever see naked sent a thrilling rush through me. My heart was pounding and my pussy throbbing with excitement as I imagined the look on their faces when they saw my tits exposed in front of them.

I inched the fabric up, feeling it glide over my skin, revealing my thighs first, the cool air of the tent brushing against them. Then, higher to expose my hips, the slow reveal making my pulse race as their eyes locked onto every inch, their breaths quickening, the sound of the rain outside fading into a distant hum as the tension in the tent grew so thick it was almost palpable, my own arousal spiking with every second.

I finally lifted the shirt over my head, feeling my tits drop and bounce with a heavy softness that sent a shiver through my entire body. I threw the shirt aside, letting it fall in a heap as I sat there topless, my bare tits exposed in the warm, humid air of the tent, my nipples hardening further under their gaze. I watched Johan and Eric, their silence deafening, their eyes wide as saucers, Eric’s mouth hanging half-open in what looked like pure shock, as if they couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Time seemed to stretch, the moment lingering as I soaked in their adoration, my skin flushing warm, my pussy aching with the thrill of being so admired.

A few seconds passed with them frozen, and I broke the silence, asking, “What do you guys think?” as I reached up to touch one of my breasts, feeling its soft, sensitive weight in my hand, my fingers brushing over the nipple, which sent a spark straight to my core. Amplifying the heat building inside me as I thought, I’m showing off my tits for them, and it’s so naughty, so hot, and it makes me feel sexier than I ever have.

“Your breast.. I mean your body…sorry.. I mean you, you are so beautiful,” Johan stuttered, his voice cracking with nervous awe, his eyes never leaving my chest.

“Do you want to touch them?” I whispered, my voice low and inviting, and they nodded but stayed motionless. I shifted closer, kneeling between them - Eric on my right, Johan on my left. I leaned toward Eric, saying, “Go ahead.” his hand trembled as it reached for my right breast, his cold palm making me gasp softly as he placed it there. The chill of his touch blended with the heat building in my core, his fingers hesitating at first but then gently exploring the soft curve, his eyes meeting mine with a mix of wonder and nervousness that made the moment feel even more intense. His hands fumbling, so tentative, like he can’t believe he’s touching me, the feeling of his shaky fingers exploring my breast started to turn me on. 

Then I felt another cold sensation on my left breast, and I turned to see Johan, his hands wrapped around my breast - like he was admiring it. His fingers exploring every inch with a careful curiosity that was both endearing and arousing, like he was memorizing the feel of my breast. I giggled softly to ease the tension, saying, “You can squeeze it, they won’t break,” which prompted them to massage my tits more confidently. Their fingers trembling as they circled my nipples, fumbling at first but growing bolder, clearly inexperienced yet eager, which only made it hotter for me. 

Sitting there topless, my tits fully exposed as the first they’d ever seen or touched, watching their faces light up with joy as their hands roamed over me, investigating every curve and playing with my sensitive nipples, created a scene that felt both surreal and intensely erotic. My body responding with an uncontrollable rush of arousal, my pussy growing wetter with each passing second, a soft moan escaping my lips as their clumsy touches sent jolts of pleasure through me

The atmosphere in the tent was electric, the air thick with an overwhelming erotic tension that had my whole body trembling with anticipation, and as I felt Johan’s warm breath against my naked skin while he pinched my nipple, another moan slipped from my mouth, louder this time. My eyes dropped to the tents in their boxers, where their cocks were visibly erect, straining hard against the fabric, which sent a fresh wave of heat through me. “How does it feel?” I asked, my voice breathy and heavy with arousal shooting through me.

“Amazing,” Eric said, his eyes still fixed on my tits, his hand continuing its tentative exploration, unable to look away.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Johan replied, his voice high-pitched with excitement and disbelief, his fingers still working over my breast.

I smiled, completely caught up in the moment, my brain surrendering to the overwhelming desire that had taken control over me. Without a second thought, I said what was burning in my mind: “I want you both to take off your boxers.” 

They paused, looking at me, and asked, “Do you… want us to take off our underwear?” Their voices nervous, but curious.

“It’s not fair, I’m the only one naked,” I said, my tone playful yet firm, “so go ahead, take them off.” They exchanged hesitant glances but complied, and I watched with bated breath, my eyes darting between them as they pulled their boxers down. The anticipation making my heart pound even faster, my pussy throbbing with excitement at what I was about to see.

As Johan’s boxers came down, his cock sprang free, flipping up with a soft smack against his stomach, pointing straight up, rock-hard. Its thick shaft pulsing with visible veins. His dick was not very long but impressively wide, and without thinking, I reached out, my fingertips brushing against it, feeling it flinch and harden even more under my touch. The warmth of his cock against my cooler fingers sent a shiver through me as I traced the thick shaft slowly, savoring every ridge and pulse. His cock was throbbing from my touch. I looked up at him. His mouth was open, his face overwhelmed with the sensation of my fingers on his cock, his first touch from a girl, and the sight of his reaction only fueled my arousal further.

While my fingers continued to sweep along Johan’s thick, pulsating cock, I turned to Eric, now fully naked and staring at me with wide, desperate eyes. I smiled cheekily, saying, “You want me to touch your cock too?” to which he whispered a quiet “Yes, please,” barely audible over the sound of the rain. 

I wrapped my left hand around Eric’s cock, his cock had a small bend to the side, and it was noticeably longer but not as thick as Johans. I had never had two cocks in front of me like this before; it felt surreal. With every stroke, I could feel how Eric's dick grew bigger and bigger in my hand, and I heard him gasp softly. 

The air in the tent grew thicker, heavy with the heat of our bodies and the faint musk of arousal. My pussy dripping wetter with every second as I focused on the two cocks in my hands, both rock-hard and pulsating rhythmically as I masturbated them. The sensation of their warmth and hardness sent waves of arousal through my body.

I looked up, catching the raw excitement in their eyes. Eric’s glasses fogged from the steamy heat, balancing on his nose as he stared at my hand, masturbating his long cock. His breath heavy and ragged with each stroke, while Johan’s eyes were glued to my tits, bouncing enticingly as I wanked him faster, the motion making them jiggle in a way that seemed to hypnotize him completely. 

“Want to suck on them?” I asked, my voice teasing but thick with desire, and he nodded eagerly before leaning in. His mouth warm and wet as it closed over my nipple, his tongue flicking clumsily but passionately, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core, my pussy aching as a louder moan escaped my lips. 

It felt like we were all under a spell, as if the world outside the tent had vanished; it was just me and these two naked 18-year-olds. My hands jerked their cocks with increasing intensity while Johan sucked on my tits, my body overwhelmed with a horniness that made every touch feel electric. I looked down at Johan, his mouth still on my breast, and while it felt incredible, a new craving surged inside me - I wanted to taste something too.

My pussy clenching at the thought of taking it further, I lifted his head gently and said, “Now it’s my turn to suck on you,” pushing him back as I gripped his thick cock firmly and lowered my head. I stuck out my tongue to lick along his shaft; the salty taste was surprisingly good. I teased his cock, licking it slowly from the bottom to the tip, my soft tongue tracing every curve, making him shudder beneath me. Knowing I was the first girl to touch and even more so lick, his short but thick dick, was making my pussy so wet I could barely stand it.  

With my other hand, I was still masturbating Eric’s cock frantically, my hand moving faster and faster, his breath growing louder and more ragged.

His cock started pulsating so intensely it felt like it was vibrating in my grip. I stopped licking Johan's dick and looked up at Eric. The tension was building up to a breaking point; Eric's entire body was trembling now, his voice breaking as he mumbled, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming…” 

Before I could react, his long cock erupted in what felt like slow motion - thick, white ropes of cum shooting out in powerful bursts. The first stream flying through the air and landed warm and sticky on my arm, followed by another thick stream that hit my shoulder, then a third that splashed across the side of my face. I felt almost paralyzed as I watched each wave of cum shooting out from him.

I could feel how his cock was pulsating in my hand, and he was almost screaming now, his body convulsing with each spurt. More cum was landing on me, dripping down my side in warm, slick trails. It felt almost overwhelming, but at the same time, it made me feel so fucking wanted. 

It was a sight and feeling I would never forget. I had never seen someone cum that hard before. 

Eric slumped back, panting heavily, a dazed smile on his face as he shook his head in disbelief. I looked down at the cum dripping from my arm and shoulder, feeling its warmth against my skin, then glanced up at him again. His expression confirming that he’d never experienced anything like this, which sent another wave of arousal through me.

But then reality crashed in like a tidal wave: What the fuck am I doing? I’m their counselor, their teacher! Panic surged through me, sharp and cold, and I flung myself up, startling both boys, who looked at me with wide, confused eyes. “I’m so sorry, boys - I don’t know what came over me, this is so wrong, I’m your teacher!” I said, my voice trembling with regret and fear, my heart pounding as the weight of my actions hit me.

They didn’t know how to respond; their faces had a mix of shock and uncertainty, and I struggled to steady myself, forcing a calm but firm tone as I said, “Okay, boys, you have to promise me you’ll never tell anybody about what happened tonight.” They nodded, still dazed by my sudden outburst, and I pressed, “You promise?!” My voice was sharper, desperate for their assurance, and they nodded again, more vigorously this time.

I first now heard that the rain had stopped, so I grabbed my wet clothes, yanked open the tent zipper, and stepped out into the cool night air, leaving them behind, my head spinning with a whirlwind of thoughts: 

What have I done? I got naked in front of my students, I let them touch my tits, made them show me their cocks, and jerked them off until one came all over me - what the fuck is wrong with me? Panic clawed at my chest as I walked through the woods, my mind racing with the consequences of my actions, knowing how utterly wrong and forbidden it all was, how I could lose my job or worse if anyone found out.

But then I heard voices drifting from their tent, pulling me out of my spiral momentarily: “I can’t believe that just happened,” Eric said, his tone thick with awe, followed by Johan’s reply, “I know, it was amazing, her ass, her tits, her whole body, wow, I’ve never seen something so sexy in my life,” and Eric added, “I swear to God, I’ve never cum so much in my life before,” his voice tinged with a disbelieving laugh. 

As I heard Eric say those flattering words, I could feel his warm sperm running down my shoulder, sticky and real. I couldn’t help but smile, a small giggle escaping my lips as I thought, They fucking adore me, saying they’ve never seen anything like me, and they probably never will again. It all made me feel so special, so desired, knowing I gave them something they’ll remember forever.

I knew how wrong it was, how utterly forbidden the entire situation had been, and I swore to myself I could never let it happen again. Praying with every fiber of my being that they’d keep their promise and not tell a soul, because the consequences could be catastrophic. 

Yet even as guilt and fear swirled in my mind, I couldn’t stop replaying the moment - the feel of their cocks in my hands, thick and pulsing. The way their eyes devoured my tits, their fumbling touches so eager and inexperienced, the heavy bursts of Eric’s cum splashing on me.. It made me feel more wanted than I ever had in my life, my pussy throbbing again at the memory despite my resolve. 

I promised myself I’d try to forget it, convincing myself it was the only way forward, but deep down, I knew the thought of those boys jerking off to the memory of me and that night for years to come would keep me wet. A forbidden arousal I couldn’t shake, and as I walked back through the woods, I admitted to myself, No, I’ll probably never forget this night either, not when it made me feel so alive, so sexy, so fucking wanted.

To be continued…..

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This was the first part of a four-part series about Emma’s forbidden summer, and it’s only getting naughtier from here!

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