*NSFW

In August of 1980, 16 year old Bobbie McNally needed to get away. She was forced to stay out of school for almost a year and during her exile worked so hard she completed the courses for grades ten and eleven and was set to start her final year of High school, before her 17^th birthday. Her parents, were frankly unnerved by her intensity and decided to send her to a sailing camp far away from Crow Harbour, to help her chill out and get ready for her return to school in September.

Sailing camp was near a tourist town, on an island. The island was sand dunes for miles, crashing surf and one channel on the south side where the sailing school operated.

Bobbie didn’t know a soul when she arrived and was shown her cabin immediately. She opened her door and saw a note on one bed. Her roommate was not coming. Bobbie’s heart sank, she and her potential roommate exchanged letters and she was looking forward to meeting her.

She was getting hungry so she went to the cafeteria. Everyone was sitting down already. There was a group of about 20 guys. There seemed to be no other girls. She walked to the counter and felt all the eyes on her; it was really unnerving. She self consciously ordered a hamburger and some fries and resisted the urge to run back to her cabin. She sat at a table that had an empty chair.

“I’m Adam, it’s good you ordered the burger and fries, that’s the only food that’s edible. Here you can use my ketchup. I bring my own because theirs is weird.”

“Thanks, I’m Bobbie. Have you all been to this camp before?”

“No, we’re all newbies, my brother was here last year though. He gave me the ketchup as a going away gift. Can I have your pickle?”

“Um Sure. So have you been sailing before?”

“Not much, how about you?”

Bobbie was glad that she was a little experienced with sailboats; her maternal grandfather had a big sailboat and Bobbie spent some time sailing with him. “Well my Grampa has a 26 ft Contessa and I crewed for him.”

“Wow!”

On her way out of the hall a tall boy of about 18 tapped her arm and said. “If you really crewed on a Contessa, you’re my partner.”

“Um, Sure.”

“Come find me after morning muster. Good night kid.”

Bobbie went back to her cabin and opened a new music tape and placed it in her brand new Walkman cassette player. Steve Forbert Alive on Arrival became the soundtrack to her sailing camp.

Early the next morning, at muster, they were milling around and a leathery looking guy, Mr. Champ, who was their instructor, made them all line up. Somehow the tall guy who tagged her the night before was standing to her left. Mr. Champ counted off pairs and Bobbie and tall guy were partners.

“I’m Hennessy; Ambrose Hennessy.”

“I’m McNally; Bobbie McNally.”

Hennessy smiled. “OK McNally, lets go learn to tie some knots.”

After class, Bobbie opted to return to her cabin, rather than the cafeteria. She had some peanuts and pop from the Tuck Shop that was a little canteen on the edge of the campus. All she wanted to do was listen to her music and write her friend Barb a nice long letter.

She didn’t here the knock on the door. So Hennessy opened it a crack. She was sitting on the bed wearing headphones and she raised her eyebrows at him.

“Cool, can I try your Walkman? I’ve heard about them but have never seen one. Do you want to come over to the campfire we have going?” He showed her a bag. “I’m going to make smores.”

Bobbie followed him out and saw the campfire in the distance. It was on an old cement foundation and most of the guys were there.

Bobbie sat down on a log beside Adam and Hennessy was across the fire, roasting marshmallows and joking with his friends. Things quieted down and Bobbie felt eyes on her. Hennessy was intently starting at her. She glanced at him then turned away, embarrassed; why is he looking at me? He can’t be interested in me, can he? He just picked me as a partner because I know how to sail.

Ambrose Hennessy was a really good kisser.

“Hey McNally you’re a pretty good kisser yourself, for some kid that just fell off the bus from Crow Harbour.”

Bobbie was nervous and told him she didn’t want to get serious and was uncomfortable with too much physical intimacy. Hennessy didn’t pressure her. “That’s fine by me Kid. There’s plenty we can do to get to know each other.”

There was a 2 mile walking trail all around the island and as a group they were told to run around the trail twice a day. Bobbie leaned in to the training and was getting in good shape. They learned knot tying, rope splicing, safety at sea, Morse Code and signal flags. Bobbie had her restricted marine radio operator’s licence for VHS radio from her Grampa’s boat so she skipped that class. Late Friday afternoon, after their first week, most people went home for the weekend but Bobbie and Hennessy did not.

He came to her room and said “Lets take an evening swim and he showed her a bottle of wine.

“Where did you get that? This Island is drier than a desert.”

“I have my ways, are you coming?”

Bobbie pulled on her swimsuit and a long tee and brought a bag with her sweatpants and towel. “Let’s go.”

It was a warm night and they drank wine, ate a bit of the picnic Hennessy brought and splashed in the surf. After they swam and as the sun went down Bobbie stood, looking at the sunset. Hennessy moved behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. She could feel her heartbeat quicken. Then he slipped one hand down and under the front of her swimsuit bottom. He pushed his hand against her. She could feel his heart beat against her back and she closed her eyes. She experienced a visceral rush of excitement, desire and shame.

Hennessy whispered, moving his fingers. “Have you been a bad girl?” Bobbie strained against his hand and climaxed.

He led her over to the blanket, sat and pulled her down over his lap. She felt good and didn’t protest. He pulled down her bikini bottoms and put his hand on her butt. It was cold and damp from the water and he caressed it for a moment and moved one hand between her legs. With the other, he began to spank her. With each blow he pressed between her legs and she moaned and pushed against his hand. She came hard, twice more, he stopped after ten spanks.

She climbed off him unsteadily and pulled on her track pants.

“Jesus McNally, you’re a firecracker! Not such an innocent kid from Crow Harbour now are ya?”

“Hennessy, I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

“Neither have I kid, I was making it up as I went along.”

“Well it didn’t seem that way. Um, was it OK for you?”

“I’m good. Honestly you were so into it, you kind of carried me along. I’m going to have a swim and rinse out my trunks.”

Bobbie sat in the sand and sipped wine. She felt different, like all the shame, sorrow and disappointment she felt about the last year was blasted away. The sense of urgency and her nervous energy was quieter.”

After Hennessy dried off, they gathered their things and walked back to her cabin. He kissed her goodnight and she hugged him. “So what’s on tap for tomorrow?”

“I don’t know McNally but I think you should learn how to give a really good blow job.”

Bobbie didn’t know what to say so she just nodded and escaped inside. Maybe knowing a bit more about male anatomy was a good thing…