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I was the first one in the room, so I got first choice of beds. I picked the one closest to the door, not really caring which one was mine, and set my bag on it, looking around the room. It was plain with four beds and not much else, but I knew it would seem more lively once the others arrived. I was in a strange mood, having had a looming sense of unease since getting up that morning. Field trip jitters.

The door slammed opened behind me, Sam's exclamation of delight immediately filling the room. It startled me, and I visibly jumped as they came in.

"Geez, what's gotten into you?" Sam asked. She walked to one of the other beds and threw herself down on the mattress, her blonde hair flashing as she bounced.

"Field trip jitters," I said, the word having been bouncing around my head. That seemed like the most likely cause. "Have you talked to Noelle today?"

"No, she was on the other bus," Sam sat up on one elbow, looking curiously at me. "Why?"

"No reason..."

Joy threw open the door, and she and Sam both squealed with excitement. "I can't believe we're all rooming together!"

"We've got this whole end of the cabin to ourselves!"

Our room was on a side hall, near the kitchen, while the rest of the bedrooms were off the other side of the common room. It was cramped and looked like it might have been a storage room a few months ago, but what it lacked in amenities, it made up for in privacy.

"What did you have to tell Miss Glass to make this happen?" Joy asked as she claimed a bed of her own.

"Oh, you know how I am with teachers," Sam winked. "They love me."

"Did you see the bathroom?"

"We've got a bathroom? I thought we'd have to go all the way to the other hall!" Sam hopped up and ran out into the hallway, opening another door somewhere out of sight. "Wow!" came back to them from around the corner.

I looked up and saw Noelle standing in the doorway, looking a little haggard.

"There she is!" said Joy, and Sam appeared in the doorway as well. "Are you okay? You look..."

"I'm alright," Noelle said quietly. She walked into the room a little unsteady, making her way towards the last unclaimed bed.

"Your face looks flushed; do you have a fever?" I went over to her, but she waved me off, shaking her head. She moved slowly, taking small steps and dropping her bag as soon as she got to the bed.

Sam shut the door. "Hey, what's up? Did something happen? Did you bring it?"

We all knew what "it" was. We'd been talking about doing this since the camp trip was announced. Over the summer, we'd started playing around. Noelle's older sister had some "toys" in a shoe box in her closet, which we'd been sneaking out to experiment with. Our favorite was a silicone dildo, about six inches long, that vibrated and swirled its tip when rubbed. The plan was to bring it on the trip so we could mess around if we got the chance.

She definitely didn't look well, and she staggered as she turned back to face us, and ended up sitting awkwardly on the bed. We all stared at her, waiting for an explanation.

"I was... messing around with it this morning and..." she stopped and swallowed audibly. "It got stuck."

"Stuck?" Joy leaned over to look between Noelle's legs, but she put her knees together with a look of discomfort. "Did you try to get it out?"

"I did! But it just slipped further inside. And then I had to get to school, and it's just been inside me. Squirming." She was squirming, herself.

As we watched, she carefully un-tucked her shirt and pulled it up against her chance, revealing her bare stomach. She had a beautiful stomach, smooth and pale--we all had a thing for bellies, and loved hers.

There, a couple inches below her belly button, was a lump.

"Oh my God," Joy said, leaning in. She reached out to poke at it and Noelle tried to wriggle away, causing the stiff object inside her to bulge out more prominently as she moved around it.

I didn't see if she managed to touch it because they were both moving, but Noelle gasped and laid back on her elbows, the dildo's vibration and swirling activating inside her, causing the bulge to move rhythmically beneath her skin.

"Well shit." Sam said quietly, walking over to the bed. She pulled Joy back and stood there, staring down at Noelle as she whimpered and squirmed, pulling her thighs together. After a few moments of Noelle desperately trying to stay still, the movement stopped, and Noelle just lay on the bed, chest heaving.

I felt terrible for her, but at the same time I could not suppress a growing heat inside me. God, I wanted to know what it must feel like to be her. I went and sat on the bed next to her, and she slowly rolled over onto her side, facing towards me.

"Annie, you take care of her while I go talk to Miss Glass," Sam said, turning towards the door. "Joy, you come with me; Noelle needs to rest."

She shut the door as they left, and Noelle slowly crawled around on the bed, laying her head in my lap. I gently toyed with her curling, mousy hair, trying not to think about how hot her tear-wet cheek was against my thigh. Neither of us said anything; we were both pretty quiet, especially Noelle. She wasn't used to a lot of direct attention and was easily flustered. I think she fell asleep; she seemed exhausted.

Sam and Joy came back in, shutting the door once more.

"I talked to Miss Glass--I told her Noelle had gotten sick on the bus and wasn't feeling well. Nothing too serious though." Sam went over to her bed and dug through her suitcase. "She can't do an exam at the moment because she's got a prep meeting for today's activities and then has to leave to go buy some stuff for tonight, but she'll come by after dinner and take a look."

"So we've got some time to get it out," Joy said as she came over and stroked Noelle's arm.

"You don't have to participate in, like, the high ropes course and stuff, but they can't leave you here at the cabin, so you'll have to follow along, even if you're not doing the activities." She produced a thick, navy blue sweater with the school crest on it and came over to the bed. "Wear this and just take it easy, okay? Annie, stick close to her."

"What time is it?" I asked, not having my phone with me.

"11:22," she said. "At 11:30 we've got to meet in the common room to go eat lunch. After that, it's down to the field for capture the flag."

"When can we... uh," I looked down at Noelle, who was sitting up and fixing her uniform. Other than being flushed, she looked pretty normal, but just the thought of her right now made me need to look away to keep my mind on what I was saying.

"Our only option is right after we finish dinner," Joy had a schedule sheet in her hand. "There's like 15 minutes between when we come back here with Miss Love and when Miss Glass gets back after overseeing the set up for the bonfire."

"Think you can make it until then?" Sam asked, handing over the sweater.

Noelle just nodded and slipped it on over her head. I took her hand and squeezed it, and the four of us went towards the door.

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Noelle was athletic, so it was weird to not see her in the pool. She was a gymnast and a runner and she loved to swim, and I loved to watch her swim. But, while we were all in the pool, she was sitting off to the side, alone. I sat in between, on the edge of the pool with my feet in the water, my nerves holding me back.

Everyone else was having fun, though. It was an indoor pool, so it was warm despite the cool weather, and the water was clear and smelled intoxicatingly of chlorine. We were all in our school swimsuits--modest one-piece affairs in the school's navy blue color, a white insignia on the left breast.

Breast--my brain grabbed on to that word, snatching my thoughts back down into the depths of the day's events. I steered away from Noelle and vibrators and sex, and tried my best to right the ship, but only managed to get back on thinking about boobs.

Of the four in our little group, Sam was the only one who'd had her period. Her chest had grown, too, though she wasn't big other standards. Still, in middle school, a little went a long way in terms of social dynamics, and with her bit of height and gorgeous blonde hair, she had a mature air that earned her respect from the other girls, and elevated us by association.

Sam came swimming up to me popping out of the water and resting on her elbows at the edge of the pool. She looked beautiful, like a mermaid.

"What's up, Annie?" She asked, water streaming down her hair. It dripped from her rounded chin and landed on the chest of her swimsuit, disappearing after a second as it soaked through the stretched fabric. I thought about her, and wanted to come back later, just the four of us.

Our class was divided up into three groups, rotating through activities to keep things from being crowded. So it was just ten of us and Miss Barnes acting as life guard.

"Not feeling very swimmy today," I said.

She put a hand on my knee and gave it a quick squeeze. "I know how you feel," her eyes strayed to look at Noelle briefly, "but for now I hope you can enjoy yourself."

I smiled, not really feeling it.

"Here, give me your hands." She didn't wait, just reached out and took both my hands by the fingers, holding firmly, rubbing the backs knuckles with her thumbs. She played with them, and I smiled. "Come on, you're swimming," she pulled, and I didn't resist, slipping off the tile border of the pool and into the warm water.

I did love swimming, feeling the water against my skin, the dreamlike weightlessness. I shut my eyes as I went under, savoring the headiness that came with holding my breath. Sam still held my hands, and she pulled us towards each other, one arm slipping around my waist. We were in the deep end, and the rest of the girls in our group were in the shallows, playing some game. Even through the water, I recognized Joy's laughter as it echoed in the enclosed room.

Sam's fingers moved friskily, and it tickled me enough that I had to surface, spitting water and sputtering as I laughed, half-gagging on the water in my nose.

"There's that smile," Sam said as she came up, flashing me a smile of her own. She was perfect and radiant.

I laughed and splashed some water at her, then turned and swam to the edge. Exercise would do me good--my mom often said that an active body made for a tranquil mind, and had gotten me in the habit of walking to manage my anxieties. Sam moved through the water with speed and grace--she wasn't as good as Noelle, but she liked all kinds of sports and seemed to be pretty good at all of them. Though, I couldn't think of much she wasn't good at. She came up beside me and smiled, not saying anything at first, just looking at me with those eyes.

I held her gaze for a few moments, then broke it, looking down at the water and adjusting my swimsuit, hoping that I wasn't blushing too hard. Still embarrassed, I ducked under water and used the ladder to keep myself under, once more enjoying the strange, dark feelings that drifted through me as the world was reduced to the water's touch and the strange sounds that swam through it. When I came back up, Sam was with the other girls, tossing a ball around. I was fine swimming alone for a bit.

After a moment of catching my breath, I ducked under and pushed off, slipping through the water to the other wall. As I came back up, the ball landed next to my head, bouncing off the edge of the pool. Someone called to me, and I looked to see the other girls motioning, wanting their ball back. I grabbed it and swam under, doing my best to take the ball lower as it fought its way to the surface. I swam over to them and let it go, making the ball shoot up out of the water.

"It's about time you got in!" Joy halfway tackled me. "Ready to play ball?"

I looked at her, then to Sam who was close by, smiling at us, and then I looked over at Noelle and saw that she was gone.

"Uh," I hesitated, untangling myself from Joy's arms. "In a minute; I need to go to the bathroom."

I paddled over to the stairs and climbed out of the pool, and the air felt cold and heavy after the water. I walked back towards the changing area, passing by Miss Barnes and mumbling my intentions. The sound of my wet feet slapping the tile echoed around my head.

"Would you check on Noelle for me?" She asked, looking up from her book. "She said she was going to the bathroom a few minutes ago, and I know she's not feeling well."

I paused at the door to the changing area, hearing the soft rush of water coming from inside. One of the showers was running, though I couldn't tell which one from there. I slipped inside quietly, sneaking down the short hall and into the locker room. Steam was coming out of the shower area, but as much as I listened, I couldn't hear anything other than the water running.

Next to the entrance to the shower area, the windbreaker Noelle had replaced Sam's sweater with (so it wouldn't get wet) hanging on a hook. The showers were divided into separate stalls, but they gave little privacy because they were intended to be used while wearing your swimsuit. From just inside--crouching behind a waist-high wall that helped divide the showers from the locker room--I could see her in the last shower stall.

She had her back to me, her hands on the wall to support herself as she leaned forward. She looked like she was breathing heavily, but I couldn't hear her over the water. As I watched, she reached down with one hand and touched her belly, stroking it up and down in a slow but constant motion. After a moment, she stopped, her shoulders trembling, and shook her head, droplets of water flying from her wet hair. She started to turn around, and I ducked back so she wouldn't see me.

When I looked again, she was facing towards me but her eyes were closed. The edge of the divider between shower stalls jutted out in either direction, giving a frame to attach a door. She had one hand reaching around to grab this from the other side, providing a strong grip, while she moved her body against the doorframe. Her back was arched, pressing her stomach forward, pushing the vibrator inside of her against the edge of the frame. Now--not trying to hide it--I could see the bump of the vibrator even at a distance, poking out from her skin-tight swimsuit.

After a few moments, she shifted, pressing her belly and crotch against the edge, grinding herself against it. As she moved--arching her back for better contact between the vibrator and the frame--I could see it jutting out beneath her skin over and over, her thin belly contracting around it.

God, it was so hot; I couldn't stand it. I reached down and rubbed my clit through my swimsuit, my eyes locked on Noelle as she masturbated against the door frame. I bit down on the index finger of my left hand, doing my best to stifle any sounds, even though the shower was still running full blast and Noelle wasn't in any shape to notice anything.

I slid the crotch of my swimsuit aside and stuck a finger in, then another. This was not how I usually masturbated--typically I was happy to just rub--but Noelle had my brain on fire, and I wanted to feel something inside me, *needed* to feel something inside of me. God holy shit I would have fucked anything at that moment, had anything been in reach, but all I had was my fingers. I imagined they were some giant toy, reaching deep inside of me, impaling me. I thought about what it would be like to have something so far into my body, pressing and vibrating against my very core.

I don't know if we came at the same time--neither us were able to pay attention to the other.

But afterwards I lay on the tile floor, watching steam clouds move along the ceiling, feeling an unsatisfied ache in my stomach. I got to my knees and crawled quietly back to the locker room where I took a minute to sit on the floor and sip a bottle of water I had left with my clothes. I only got up because the shower stopped, and I shoved the bottle back into my locker--hesitating for a moment as some foggy idea drifted by, begging me to take it, take the whole thing...--and I walked back out to the pool.

"Everything alright?" asked Miss Barnes, only giving the briefest glance over the top of her book.

I didn't feel like lying, so I gave her a thumbs up and threw myself into the pool. I stayed underwater, holding my breath and feeling my brain and body rebooting in the water, which now felt strangely cold. I floated up to the surface and turned over, lying on my back, staring out the skylights at the white clouds drifting by. That need persisted.

I heard the door to the locker room open, and the sound of timid footsteps walking back to Noelle's spot beside the teacher.

Something grabbed my sides and I flipped out for a second, shocked and startled and still not ready to deal with things or over Noelle or my own desires. I came out of the struggle being held upright, Sam supporting me under my arms.

"Geez, sorry, Annie," she laughed. "I saw the opportunity couldn't resist spooking you. Are you alright? You look kind of stunned."

"Girls, no horseplay!" Miss Barnes called out, no doubt seeing my flailing and splashing as Sam grabbed me.

"Peachy," I said, not really there yet.

"Well, you do look a little pink," she said with a suggestive look, and I blushed harder. She let me go, but not before running her hands down my sides, giving my hips a quick squeeze. "Come on, let's race."

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“All right, Noelle,” Sam said, shutting and locking the door after we entered. “This is going to be rougher than what we normally do, but we've gotta be fast and we've gotta be quiet. Are you ready?”

Noelle slipped out of her shoes and socks a little stiffly, then undid her skirt, letting it drop to the floor leaving her legs bare beneath the over-sized sweater.

Sam took charge of the situation, like she always did, and we all admired her for it. She walked up to Noelle, close, so their bodies were almost touching, and we all watched. Sam was nearly four inches taller than her, Sam being the tallest of us and Noelle being the shortest. When we played games, she took on a different air, more commanding, more powerful.

She reached her hands down under Noelle's sweater and held her hips firmly, pulling her that last inch closer, and I saw Joy bounce on her heels in excitement. Sam knelt, pulling Noelle's panties off and tossing them aside, then gently pushed her back on to the bed as she stood back up. Noelle was right on the edge of the bed, not even quite sitting on it, her legs spread on either side of Sam, who was partially supporting her.

I picked up Noelle's panties and shivered at their dampness.

Noelle and I were the more passive members of our foursome–I was mostly content to watch and touch from time to time (though Joy liked to come focus on me if she felt like I wasn't doing enough, which I didn't mind at all)–and Noelle was all-around quiet and kind of sheepish, but she had a curious, adventurous side that sometimes rose up and overwhelmed her anxieties, and sometimes got her in trouble.

Once, she'd gotten hooked on this buzzer toy that she'd kept inside of herself all day at school, flicking the intensity dial on the remote a little bit at a time whenever she thought she could get away with it. By the time we went P.E., she'd had to excuse herself from Social Studies to go rub it out in the bathroom and hadn't come back. We got her to P.E. in time, but she was too far gone to even walk on her own and we told Coach Hayley that her anemia was back (Miss Glass, the school nurse, wrote her a note; she was always good to us). She spent the whole class sitting on the side-lines with her face red, catching her breath, and she slowly recovered (Sam had confiscated the toy, thank goodness). That was the most turned-on I'd seen her before now.

Noelle lay on her back on the bed, her arms out to the sides, bent upwards, her left hand by her mouth as she anxiously chewed one of her knuckles. She closed her eyes and bit down as Sam took her hips again, adjusting her position. She leaned in close, her breath against Noelle's lips, and spread her apart with two fingers. She took her middle finger and inserted it carefully, turning her wrist and going until her finger had completely disappeared. Noelle reached out and put a hand on Joy's knee, her other falling on her chest as breath puffed rapidly.

I put a hand on her elbow in a sign of companionship, and her dreamy eyes turned to me, her lips forming a soft curve.

“I can't feel it,” Sam said with a tinge of defeat. “It's too far up there.”

“Not even the base?” Joy asked.

Sam shook her head. “Joy, you've got the smallest hands–let's swap out.”

“No!” Noelle said with a surprising amount of earnestness. “I… I like it like this. I want you to do it.”

After a moment of quiet, Sam nodded, and prepared to start with a renewed determination. Noelle took Joy's hand in left and mine in her right, and she looked back and forth between us with an anxious energy. I gave her hand a squeeze.

“All right, Noelle, here we go.” Sam tucked her fingers together, making her hand as narrow and unintrusive as possible, and pressed against Noelle's labia. She shifted, getting up on her knees for better leverage and using her other hand to hold Noelle's position.

She pushed in, and Noelle's whole body tightened, the muscles of her lower belly twitching suddenly.

Sam had a good sense for this kind of thing. She went slowly, talking to Noelle in a quiet tone, a comforting side of her commanding aura. All her usual strength was there, but turned to a caress.

She went slowly, adjusting the shape of her fist carefully, her other hand gently stroking Noelle's waist. I watched, dumbstruck, as Noelle's body took the full length of Sam's hand. She was so small–God, I couldn't imagine what she must be feeling, but that didn't stop me from trying my damnedest.

“I can feel the base,” Sam whispered. Her face contorted with effort, and I looked from her to Noelle, who was panting like crazy. “I can't get a grip though; it's too deep.” Another pause, quiet except for Noelle's labored breaths and the sounds of the mattress. “Joy–” She looked over at Joy, but the girl was gone. She had her skirt hiked up and was rubbing herself against the edge of the bed, her huge brown eyes wide, almost glassy as she stared at what was happening.

Sam turned to me.

“I need your hand,” she said. “Pull up her sweater.”

It took me a moment to respond as my thoughts navigated the the dreamy, sexual fog that seemed to fill the room.

I took my free hand and ran it up the smooth skin of her side, taking the edge of the sweater and pulling it up to reveal her trembling belly. It rose and fell with her breaths and twitches, and as I watched, I noted the small bulge below her navel.

“Can you see it? I need you to guide it down to my hand.”

I'd almost completely forgotten about the vibrator, everything else piling on my mind. I could see it inside her, foreign and strange, shifting not with her breaths, but the tremors of her body that squeezed it with a crying hunger.

I placed my free hand on her belly, feeling the soft, firm skin beneath my fingertips trembling. I moved slowly upwards, tracing the firm mass of the vibrator, and it sprang to life inside her, moving in and out in small circles. Her whole body tightened, her legs trying to draw up, a tiny, helpless cry escaping her throat.

“Noelle, I need you to relax,” Sam said. “I need you loose.”

Joy moved, lying down partially on top of her. She was face down, her head next to Noelle's, her hands moving to tangle in her hair. I thought she was saying something, and her hips moved against Noelle's arm at a strong, shivering pace.

I pressed gently, trying to get a feel for the vibrator, remembering its shape, but the thought of it fully inside of her was terribly distracting. I closed my eyes, tracing its shape, trying to imagine its position. Aside from the squirming tip, it felt solid, resisting my palm, like it was stuck. Keeping the geometry of the situation in mind, I placed my thumb and ring finger on either side of it, feeling my way up to the tip.

God, I couldn't help myself. I opened my eyes and watched my hand move over its bulk (which was now quite visible), stroking it through her skin. It felt like I was jacking it off inside of her, and the thought nearly sent me over the edge. But I bit my lip and held it as best I could, trying to keep my mind on the task. Noelle was moving, too, her squirms becoming more intentional, directional, growing from shudders of sensitive motion to needful thrusts, pressing herself against the palm of my hand.

My index and middle fingers felt the tip, trying to get a sense of things with it still moving. I knew I needed to push at a different angle, but it was a moving target that wasn't going to stop until the battery ran out. I had no choice but to try. I held the vibrator as firmly as I could from the sides and top, and gently tried to slide it down. There was resistance, and Noelle made a sound, though not a pained one. Joy had a hand on her cheek, stroking it with her thumb, her own face nestled against the other.

I did some stroking of my own, pulling the vibrator ever so slightly back up and then down at another angle. That felt better, but still stuck.

“I can feel the base,” Sam said, looking up at me. “Noelle, I need you to relax. Can you… open up? Or try to push? I know you can do this.”

Noelle didn't respond, just grunted, her eyes beginning to overflow with tears. It really was like a birth, and I couldn't help but imagine it as such. Maybe Noelle thought that, too–she started to writhe again, and Joy started kissing her, one hand snaking up under the sweater to toy with her nipple. I could literally feel the orgasm building inside her, her muscles of her belly quivering beneath my hand as the sensation grew.

This wasn't her first orgasm of the procedure, but it was the biggest. This whole thing was coming to a head. A tense, intimate, sexual energy connected the four of us, thrumming through our bodies like a shared heartbeat. My eyes were Noelle's face, lost in love and kissing drunkenly, my hand feeling the object inside of her move, resisting her body. We were all a part of this, and we all felt it happen.

Noelle's whole body tensed and shook, her muscles contracting, her back arching. Her hips moved down as her weight shifted, as if trying to take Sam deeper, pushing with my helping hand. Joy was going out, too, her frottage reaching its conclusion, her arms holding onto Noelle for dear life. I felt it, even without being touched, my body responding to the others'.

I staggered and lay down next to Noelle and Joy, unable to hold myself back any longer. Just the sight of her like that… just thinking about it…

For a few long moments, all I heard was our labored breathing and a faint ringing sound as I worked through my own orgasm. Then, Sam reached over and set the vibrator on Noelle's flat belly, still whirring away.

“Congratulations,” she said, “It's pink and made of rubber.” She disappeared from the edge of my vision.

Not ten seconds later, there was a knock at the door. I had the presence of mind to jump into a seated position, but Noelle wasn't going anywhere.

“Girls? Is everything all right?” Miss Glass' voice came through.

“Just changing my shirt;” Sam said coolly, wiping her hand dry with a towel. “Got some taco juice on it.”

“Well, be in the common room in five minutes, we're about to go to the campfire site.”

“Yes ma'am,” Sam walked back over to us, a smug look on her face. “What would you girls do without me?” she asked, already knowing the answer.