The summer between my junior and senior year of college, I worked as a camp counselor with another girl in my sorority, Alison.

Ali was one year ahead of me, and unlike most of our “sisters” at the elite private school we attended, she and I were both “scholarship kids” — so that in itself made us bond pretty easily. For us, a steady summer job meant extra money for books, dues, and any number of mandatory social expenses for our sorority — plus the fact that we got to live at this beautiful lakeside camp rent-free. Camp rules, though, mandated that even counselors were subject to an enforced curfew and a no-tolerance policy for alcohol — but still, you can imagine the kinds of things that bored 18- to 22-year-olds would try to get up to during those buffer weeks of total downtime between new groups of campers arriving. Those were the times when we had nothing better to do than each other…

Ali was bi — it was the worst-kept secret in our sorority. During our pledge week earlier that spring, she and her then-girlfriend, Brittney, took me down into the house basement and initiated me into all kinds of Sapphic delights.

Years later, I’m pretty much straight and happily married to a man, but I have no regrets about any of my girl-on-girl encounters — and sometimes I catch myself replaying many of those hot memories. Aside from the time that Ali and Brittney both went down on me together in the dorm shower (my husband never gets tired of that story), my summer camp threesome with Ali and this hot guy, Brian, is the one memory that still gets me going.

Every time July starts fading into August, I am mentally transported back to the sandy lakeshore where we made it happen. And adding to the “taboo factor,” Brian was the son of the camp proprietor — and he was a little older than us, too, at 29. Brian had just finished law school, so he was spending the summer relaxing by the lake and studying for the state bar. He was around six-foot-two with dark hair, blue eyes, and a runner’s physique (he ran shirtless around the lake every morning). And to boot, he drove around town in a red Porsche. He could easily have taken his pick of the ladies in town or among the counselors — but he was a pretty introverted guy who more or less ignored all the girls who threw themselves at him.

Ali was no exception — she’d tried numerous times prancing around in front of Brian in her little bikinis, but he barely looked up from his books. It’s not like Ali wasn’t hot, either: she was a slender brunette with a great tan, brown eyes, and small but perky tits that always looked great in a bathing suit.

And then one day while she and I relaxed on the beach, she nudged me in the ribs: “Oh my God. Emma — he’s here again.”

I glanced over and saw Brian seated a few feet away in a folding chair, poring over some thick law book. “When are you going to give up?” I whispered. “He doesn’t seem to notice anyone here. Maybe he’s gay?”

“He is not.”

“How do you know?” I giggled.

“Okay, I have a radar for this kind of thing. He’s just playing hard to get — and nobody beats me at that game.”

“No offense, but you weren’t at all hard to get last night.” I tugged at her bikini string. No kidding; we fucked around almost every night in our cabin.

Ali laughed and swatted my hand away. And then it was like a lightbulb went off: “Oh my God, that’s it.”

“What?” I turned over on my back.

Ali reached over and squeezed my nearest boob, then leaned in and whispered. “Let’s show Brian what he’s missing.” She slid her thumb beneath the thin triangle top and circled it around my nipple.

“Right here? Now?” I blushed a bit, feeling a familiar tingle between my legs.

“Why not?” Ali tweaked my nipple again and gave me her most devilish grin: “We have the beach to ourselves pretty much. Everyone else drove to town this afternoon.”

The prospect of having sex with Ali again, combined with doing it outdoors while being watched by a hot guy — the blood rushed to my clit at breakneck speed. “Well… ” I played with a strand of Ali’s glossy dark hair. “I guess we could say we were, uh, striving if anyone catches us.”

We both giggled at the reference to our sorority motto, and then Ali leaned in and kissed me softly: “Now, Emma, don’t be afraid to get nice and loud when I make you come.”

Before I could say another word, Ali’s tongue plunged into my mouth, and I felt her unlace and discard my bikini top. I moaned as she cupped my breasts and kissed her way down my neck. In due course, her mouth found my nipples, and she took turns sucking and gently nipping each at one.

But when I looked over Ali’s shoulder, Brian still seemed rather oblivious to our antics.

“Before I could say another word, Ali’s tongue plunged into my mouth, and I felt her unlace and discard my bikini top.”

Seeing me staring off, Ali playfully bopped my nose. “Hey, focus on me.”

I smirked at her. “Give me something to focus on, then.”

Ali giggled. “Mmm, it’s so on… ” She untied my bikini bottoms and tossed them aside. “I love this bare pussy of yours.”

Getting a Brazilian had been one of our pledging rituals that spring, and I really came to enjoy the silky feeling of my denuded pussy lips.

I spread my legs as wide as possible and opened my outer lips for Ali, who then dove right in.

No doubt, my cries of unabashed pleasure were what finally stirred our introverted Brian from his books. While she finger-fucked me, Ali’s expert tongue spun around my clit in rapid orbit — enough to take me to outer space and back many times over. I could feel myself reaching the brink when I opened my eyes and saw Brian standing behind Ali, watching my naked body tremble in delight. He removed his sunglasses and looked at me directly with a smile.

“Oh god, Ali — Ali,” I panted.

“You gonna come for me, you little Kappa-slut?”

I tried to gesture wordlessly for her to look behind her, but ultimately my orgasm won out. Ali, looking like the cat who got the cream, stroked my tender clit, tormenting me even while my climax subsided.

“Ali,” I gasped again. This time, it dawned on her to turn around.

Brian gave a small wave. “Don’t let me stop you ladies.”

“I don’t think anything could stop us,” Ali smiled again, “but why don’t you join us instead of just standing there?” She reached up and felt the bulge in his shorts. “It sure seems like you want to, anyway.”

“I don’t think I can argue.” Brian smirked.

Ali glanced back at me. “Emma, look at what we have here now.”

I giggled and sat up. “I think I need a closer look.”

“By all means… ” Brian unfastened his shorts so Ali could slip them off. And being the competitive and type-A person she was back then, she insisted on trying Brian out in her mouth first. That was fine with me. I took care of her remaining swimsuit and then got underneath her, paying her back for what she did to me moments ago.

“Oh, goddamn,” Brian grunted in satisfaction. Ali was known for her deep-throat skills on campus, so her ability to gobble down his entire eight-inch shaft was no shocker to me. He face-fucked Ali while I made sure to squeeze her ass and give her clit a nice nasty tongue-lashing.

“And right there, I had my first squirting orgasm — perfect symmetry for a day spent by the water.”

“Ahh!” Ali gasped and looked down at me. “Mmm, you bitch! You’re gonna make me come already!”

Brian stepped back and grinned. “Why don’t I divert your friend for a while?”

“That sounds fun,” Ali said as Brian got down on the blanket.

“Ooh, Emma, he’s so nice and big.”

“I see that, I’m jealous.”

Brian grinned, “Well back that pretty ass up, and I’ll make sure you have some fun, too.” At that point, I ended up sitting on Brian’s face while Ali got to ride him. And even though Ali’s pussy-eating techniques remain some of the most amazing I’ve ever experienced, Brian definitely flew me to the moon, especially when I felt his tongue wander over my ass every so often.

While Ali bounced up and down on Brian dick, she would lean over and kiss me periodically — it was so hot sharing Brian together, he was our summer conquest — although in the end, I’m the one who got to keep him.

Finally, though, it was my turn to enjoy Brian’s thick dick. But first, he surprised me by kissing me and tugging on my hair. “I’ve always loved blondes,” he whispered.

“Is that a fact?” I got on all fours.

“Yes. Blondes with green eyes and nice asses.” He gave me a playful slap.

I smiled at Brian and then turned back to face Ali, who kissed me again. “I like them, too.” She giggled.

“Yeah, well, you’re very clearly biased,” I laughed and tweaked her sensitive nipples. “Now let me finish what I started before.”

“Ooh, this little play session has made you bossy, Emma.” Ali winked at me. “I like it.” She lay down, opening her legs.

While Brian fucked me from behind doggy-style, I resumed eating Ali out. But I have to say, his cock was so thick and hitting all the right spots, there were plenty of times when I was almost too distracted by my own pleasure. Oh well, you could say I gave it the old college try, and Ali still came buckets. Brian, for his part, hit my G-spot with the precision of a new drill bit.

“Oh my God! Oh God!” I screamed out. Brian fucked me harder still and tugged on my hair, and I felt Ali playing with my tits as my pussy clenched down hard. And right there, I had my first squirting orgasm — perfect symmetry for a day spent by the water.

Brian pulled out of my soaked and swollen pussy and somehow managed to hold on for another minute so Ali and I could share him orally. He finished on both of our faces.

Later that year, Ali took a job out on the West Coast, so sadly that was our last summer at camp together. But these days Brian and I have a little place of our own, albeit on a different lake, and we are hoping to have Ali visit us soon.