Mary Hellen Brock

When I was 15 years old my father moved us all some 150 miles south to take up a new post. We moved just prior to Easter 1987 and celebrated Easter at a new church. The church had a Girls Brigade Company which I joined and I’d been in the Brigade since about five years old and had been in two prior companies to this one as we moved around the country with my father’s work.

Our pocket money was paid to us in return for chores and if we wanted to do anything special we could earn extra cash to pay for it by doing extra chores. On joining the new company we (my sister and I) where invited to attend the summer camp. Something we had always done with my previous company. Normally we would have had to do extra chores to save up to pay for it but as the money had to be in shortly and I think father felt a little guilty at making us move some close to the years final exams that he paid for it in full.

The time to go to camp arrived and we found ourselves on a coach heading back towards where we had come from. The camp site was a large empty field which we filled just a small part of with our six tents for the six squads of girls in a straight line. Four tents for the officers at right angles to the left as you stood to attention back to the tents for inspection. To the right was a large marquee for eating in and holding church services and evening entertainment. Next to it was a prefabricated hut which belonged to the boys brigade company which acted as the cook house.

Second night there the two new girls in our squad are told that they will be first to be initiated because the colour sergeant was our squad leader. The two girls age 11 years not yet developed where made to strip naked and exit the tent then run around the six tents. Next night the one new girl from the next squad was made to do it. Then on the Tuesday my sister and a new girl where made to do it. It then struck me that I hadn’t been made to do it. Perhaps the girls thought that I’d been done by the previous company. It was true that I had been initiated was amounted no more than to strip naked and stand with my hands upon my head whilst they shone torches on various parts of my body whilst I had to guess the secret names of them.

Wednesday night saw the new girl from the next squad do the little streak around the tents after lights out. Being August it was still fairly light at 11 o’clock to see your way around avoiding hazards. The Thursday night saw a double assortment of three girls. I like most of the other girls giggled at the naked frolics and joked on about just dying if we had to do it now that we had more to lose by being seen. We joked about the two farmers boys seeing other and that made us quake.

Friday night was Beano. Beano night was a series of fun and games. Everybody put all their lose change and a pound into the collection which was used to buy plenty of pop, crisps, chocolate, and fish and chip suppers. Each squad did a sketch and us older girls where allowed to stay up one hour after lights out.

Well once the officers had retired the throng of girls fell silent and all looked at me.

“Your going streaking” the colour sergeant said and I tried to back away over the bench seat I was sitting on but stumbled. Before I could regain my feet four girls where upon me and with seconds my t-shirt had been pulled up and over my head. My trainers and socks where pulled off my feet and my bra was dislodged from my breasts. I fought desperately to keep the bra on my breasts wobbling franticly in the air. It was such a struggle that I was using up most of my energy.

“Tickle her” the colour sergeant said.

Two girls that had been trying to get my shorts off now set to tickling me. I am very ticklish. I was soon screaming in laughter, eyes stream tears, and completely helpless to the point that my shorts then alarmingly my panties where pulled down. At first they ended up around my knees which although scary gave me hope of recovering her.

“Gosh you’ve got a think bush Mary Helen” the sergeant said. That’s the ordinary sergeant not the colour sergeant.

I had blossomed early. My first camp was very embarrassing since they where not use to see hair on such young a girl. My boobs had just budded so they where very interested in them too. Although I’d blossomed early I was not losing my puppy fat so quickly. Soon they had my shorts and panties off and without much more ado. I was becoming very tied, my bra. My arms where pulled out and pinned to the floor and my legs where spread. They all got a good look.

“Okay. All you have to do is run from here behind the officers tents then along the back of our tents that around the cook house and back in through the other door.” The colour sergeant announced.

Then looking down upon me and roaming my full body with her eyes which made me quiver with fear, loathing, and some weird delight said “Or we can cuff you with these to the flag pole”. The these was a pair of novelty handcuffed dangling from her left hand cuffs open.

“No. Not that. I’ll do the run but not around the officers tents” I said for the officers where bound to hear and perhaps look out.

“NO the tents it is or it’s the pole” the colour sergeant said.

I was not really in a position to bargin, “Okay. Okay, let me up”.

I’d had enough of the girls looking me over especially the colour sergeant who had away of looking that unnerved me and excited me too.

I stood and concealed myself best I could. Wrapping my right arm around my boobs all 36c of them. Yes, I was and am a big girl in the chest department. That and my rather thick jet black bush have always caused me concealment issues. My left hand was trying unsuccessfully to cover my bush.

“No covering you know we don’t allow that, stand to attention” the colour sergeant said.

I reticently complied and looked down not wishing to catch anyone’s eyes. I was breathing heavily after all the exertion and tickling but I was also feeling aroused as I did when I played with myself in bed late at night. Which I hadn’t done all week being in close proximity to other girls but I had thought I’d heard the colour sergeant one night reliving herself.

“Okay you know the route off you go” the sergeant said.

I looked around over my shoulders at the open panel in the marquee which was used as a doorway. The panel was inky black, surely it wasn’t that dark, how would I see. I turned slowly and heart pounding at the thought of being naked outside I walked to the opening. As I neared I slowed and edged slower and slower to the opening trying desperately to peer out. I moved in wards to come up to the side and pop my head around the corner of the open edge of the canvas. It was still actually quite light outside it was the grass that created the darkness in the tungsten light cast by the gas lights.

I breathed in the cooling night air and stepped out feeling the cooler external grass between my toes. The grass of the inside of the marquee had been flatten by all the activities over the week. The grass felt soft and silky smooth it tickled my toes and soles. I looked around to acclimatise my eyes to the twilight of the setting sun and looked up to see a near perfect full moon.

“Go streak or it’s the pole” said the colour sergeant who had come out behind me and stepped to the side to allow the other seven or eight girls out to see my bottom moon to the moon.

I took a breath standing on my tip toes and counted to myself one, two, three and lowered then paused then went off like a hare to hound and the whistling wind. I was panting hard and running completely uncovered when I came to my senses some half way between the marquee and the first officer tent. My boobs where thrashing about so much that they hurt. Another of life’s little problems to the sportily inclined large breasted woman. I love al sporting activities swimming, the gym, aerobics, and so on. It will become apparent why as my story unfolds.

The moon made my skin glisten white, the sweat made me feel cold as it evaporated in the muggy night air. It was still really warm and I was already beginning to breath hard and slow as my chest began to exploded. I reached the first officers tent and made sure that I gave the guy ropes plenty of clearance. The last thing I wanted was to trip and fall screaming with nothing to cover my modesty but my smile.

I ran down the side of the officers tents in a funny sort of a run. I had slowed right down trying to keep the sound to a minimum and hold my breath so as not to pant. I was stood straight erect and kind of scampering in small steps think of a penguin or a duck waddling. I turned behind the tents this was much more dangerous a head could pop out at anytime. I was now down to a fast walk puffing as quietly as possible. I fixed my eyes on to the corner of the last tent and tried to pull myself there with my eyes then imaging myself there and soon enough I was. My breast where actually aching now with all the activity.

I ran across the open gap between the officers last tent and our tent. For a moment I thought of just diving into my tent and curling up in my sleeping bag but the opportunity to do so past and so did the thought. The grass here was much more moist it seemed than the grass so far. I turned down the back of the tents to be greeted by a see of faces poking out from the tents. The sight of the first one had my heart racing, I didn’t think it was capable of beating any faster than it was.

“Go sis go” my sister shouted and was hushed by another girl. The girls where giggling and gasping in equal measure.

“Blamey she’s hair as a gorilla” one girl said. I hadn’t learnt then about trimming, you can imaging just our hairy it can grow by that comment. Thankfully my mother had introduced me to under arm shaving and wax strips. It was until I was eighteen that I discovered pubic trims, shaves and Brazilian waxes.

“Peachy bum” another said as I jogged past now being able to muster more speed from regaining some of my breath and not needing to be so quiet.

I arrived at the end of the tents and started to think more. I felt exhilarated. It was great to be free. I wished it could go on forever and even thought about doing a victory lap but perhaps not of the officers tents. I was now making for the far corner of the marquee to run down behind it and over to the cook house. My final destination loomed and I felt dejected and depressed at this adventure coming to an end. I felt rather strange and could not really process it. I crossed the small gap between the marquee and cook house and wonder briefly that the girls had gone back in. I’d seen them stood along the marquee has I ran behind the officers tents and peered up the gaps between the tents. Perhaps they where waiting inside for my triumphal return. I turned behind the cook house then turned again to see the front corner of the marquee. My goal the other door was directly opposite the cook house door for obvious reasons. I reached the front edge of the cook house saw the yellow light streaming out of the opening in the marquee and made my last final vigorous dash.

I stormed into the marquee and flung my arms open to show the world the full effect of my assets. I called out far too loudly, “I’m home”. I had planned to run around the marquee’s inner sanctum to show that I was a free and liberated spirit. Consequently I had not bothered to slow down.

I suddenly realised there was an obstacle in my path and I slammed on my brakes and managed to come to a stop the top half of my body continuing long after my bottom half had stopped and I found myself nearly doubled over.

Captain Fox should perfectly still some six feet away from the line of girls all stood to attention. Her body was towards them but her head was turned disapprovingly my way. I experienced what I can only describe as an electric shock and a bee sting. The bee sting was al over my body the electric shock went from my tuppence through my body and mouth to the centre of my brain. Sweat leapt from my body like a shredding skin and a cold flush came over me. My heart leapt about like a skipping leprechaun. My hair was on fire and trying desperately to leave my head. I felt sick but also so very strange at this thirty something young beautiful woman looking at all my nakedness.

I flung my arms around my body but not before Miss Fox in such a calm tone of authority said, “Mary Helen Brock where are your clothes and tell me you haven’t been cavorting around outside like that” the titters of the girls where silenced with a “Silence!” from Miss Fox.

“I.. I.. I..” was all I could really manage.

I was stood looking around desperately to a) wake up, b) be swallowed whole by a whale, c) fall down a hold or d) more practically find my clothes. If I’d had more of my wits about me I would have realised the absurdity of Miss fox’s comment. I was fidgeting cross one foot over another. At that moment I was dying and just wanted to be home in my bed with clean warm sheets. But worse was about to come.

“Stand to attention girl when a officer speaks to you” Miss Fox said and I was mortified. Surely she knew what that meant. I’d be, well, I’d be as I was having followed the order on automatic pilot. I was naked. Yes, I know I was but what I meant was I was down sans any cover with Miss fox once more along with the other girls able to see all my frontal assets. Miss fox looked me up and down sending a shiver through my body and turned to face the girls.

“Eyes front! No looking at the pathetic wanton disgusting creature. You’d think you’d never seen a naked woman before” Miss Fox barked and then said authoritatively. It was the first time anyone had referred to me as a woman.

“Now get this mess clean up. Then get to bed. And you {turning to me and looking through me and down me at the same time} Get some clothes on before you make the man in the moon blush” Miss Fox said causing the girls to titter and be to swallow down my giggle. She turned and walked to the far door and turned back for one more look at me (causing me to shiver in excitement) and winked at me before disappearing onto the night.

The girls produced my clothes with conversation about how they expected me to hided outside until Miss fox had gone. I’d not heard her I was so caught up in my streak the sound of my feet now very chilled and wet squeaking in the grass as I had run. My pounding heart had thumped in the middle of my head and my breath had roared through my senses. I was still on a high and could really concentrate to get dressed. I was all fingers and thumbs it taking me a god few attempts to fasten my bra after struggling into my panties. My t-shirt and shorts where much easier but my body was now shaking violently and I was also shivering. I realise now of course I was suffering the withdrawals of a adrenaline rush mixed with something else. Later that night in my sleeping bag I realised once again what I had been feeling before in the marquee naked all eyes upon me. I was aroused and then not.