The girls' showers were a mirror image of the boys' showers. The only difference he could see was the large, full-height mirror near the door.
"Here, this is far enough from the door to assure our privacy even if somebody peeks in," Elsa called to him. She was standing near a wooden bench that could not be seen from the door. By the time Harry reached there, she was already half-naked. She pointed at the adjacent bench and continued undressing, removing the rest of her clothes. Harry was still feeling in a dream, barely moving.
"Hurry up! I need you to wash my back. I'll return the favour, if you want." This brought him out of his trance. He undressed quickly, thankful that she was not too close now, and walked gingerly into the shower stall, where the hot steam obscured Elsa just enough to assure his cooperation.
Once there, he could no longer ignore her. She looked more beautiful with her hair wet, her body shining and her smile wide and happy. That warm fuzzy feeling returned as soon as he saw that smile. It helped him cooperate with her. As requested, he washed her back thoroughly, from shoulders to thighs. She didn't mind if his hands touched some "forbidden areas" occasionally. She didn't seem to consider them forbidden. He still tried to stay as far away from her as the stall would allow, being very concerned about the way his body was reacting. Again.
Once clean, she turned around. He could no longer hide his "little problem", but Elsa ignored it for the moment. "Let me wash your back. The way you describe your relatives, I don't think your back was ever washed properly."
The warm feeling got stronger when she washed his back, letting her hands roam exactly the same places his hands had roamed on her. While Harry enjoyed it very much, his fear mounted. The more she caressed his body, the closer he got to that point that he would lose control and embarrass himself tremendously, and as much as he tried to think of something else – anything else – it was impossible with Elsa touching him.
"Turn around. I'd like to also wash your front," she told him. Her hands roamed his shoulders and his chest, yet her body was so close to his, that his very prominent erection brushed on her lower abdomen almost continuously.
"I think I'm..."
She put a finger on his lips to shut him up. Her other hand moved down to caress his penis. "I've read that boys like this," she said. Her voice was no longer teasing.
It was a matter of seconds before his body could hold no longer, and he came with several spurts of a whitish liquid, most of which landed on her thighs.
"I'm sorry..." he started. She shook her head.
"That was natural, and I even consider it a compliment that you are so affected by me, even though I'm not yet a woman. I don't even have tits and practically no pubic hair, as you can see. Now, let's finish showering before your body reacts again."
He only needed to wash his feet and rinse his hair. Elsa also needed to wash her thighs, yet they were both out of the shower in no time, or so it seemed. Harry was still too embarrassed to look Elsa in the face, though. He kept his back to her while they got dressed, but he couldn't refuse her when she said, "Please help me comb my hair."
A few minutes later, with her hair shining, she turned to Harry. "This was the first time I saw a naked man – other than family – up close, the first time I touched a naked man in any way. Thank you for cooperating with me. I enjoyed the experience. I hope you did too."
Harry blushed. "I'm not a man yet, you know. It was the first time I saw a naked girl in any form and the first time I touched one. I really liked it. I hope you forgive my loss of control, though."
She returned to her teasing expression. "I think I need to let you see me naked much more, so you won't lose control so easily. Besides, you are man enough for me."
That didn't help at all. He felt his trousers becoming too tight and quickly thought of Snape. This time, it helped.
Elsa checked herself in the mirror and then looked Harry over. She then peeked outside. "Go out and stand near the door to the boys' showers. I'll take the sign off and go down for breakfast. Join me a moment later."
When he reached the dining hall, Elsa was already sitting with the three other girls and waving at him to join them.
Harry was still very confused about the shower and what happened, yet being surrounded by four talkative girls didn't let him dwell on that. They talked about different types of clothing, styles, and colours. They even asked for his opinion on the subject, although he felt that he couldn't possibly have any.
Zoe then asked him, "Why are all your clothes so large? If it's supposed to be some kind of fashion statement, it doesn't work very well."
Harry blushed at that, not quite sure what to say. Elsa replied instead. "Harry is an orphan, growing up with some guardians who don't care too much, so he has to do with second-hand clothes that they give him. I started modifying some of his clothes. You may also help if you want."
That was certainly not what Harry would have said, but it seemed to have the desired effect.
Zoe apologized, saying, "I'm sorry. I should have thought better of what comes out of my mouth."
Harry just smiled at her with a nod, accepting her apology.
The girls seemed to be anxious to help, though. Harry wasn't sure if it was out of pity, out of kindness, or just so they could do something different. He didn't really mind. He was sure they could not make these clothes any worse.
A young man who looked very fit came in, holding a portable megaphone. "All first-time campers are requested to attend swimming lessons. The first lesson starts today at ten. You should wait near the entrance to this building a few minutes earlier." He then read several names, including Potter.
"What a pity. I hoped you could join us on the beach. I think Zoe is ready to take her top off for you," Elsa said teasingly.
"I can join you after the swimming lesson. I'll be wearing my swim trunks by then anyway," Harry said.
"Well, we can try to repair some of your clothes until you return. Care to leave some trousers on your bed. I can also take your measurements for your shirts if you want." There was no teasing in her voice now.
Harry smiled. "I'll be very thankful to you."
They did as planned. Elsa insisted on taking his measurements with no shirt on, but since he was changing to swim trunks, it was alright. He then left four pairs of trousers and four shirts on his bed. He would have liked to make his boxer shorts fitter, but he didn't dare even suggest it.
The swimming lesson was fun. It turned out there was also a small indoor swimming pool on site. It was not good enough for real swimming but was more than enough for learning it. There were five other campers who needed to learn and only one of them was a girl, about two years older than Harry. He didn't care much for her face, but she did have a shapely body. Her small bikini hid very little of it, and she didn't seem to mind five younger boys ogling her.
An hour later, when he returned to his cabin, he found the four girls in their bikinis. Two had already finished repairing a pair of trousers and a shirt each, and the other two were still working on it. They dropped their work the moment he came in. "Let's go to the beach!" Zoe said. She grabbed his hand to lead him. Harry noticed Elsa frown a bit, and then they all moved out as one.
The beach was more crowded than the previous time, but it was still not too difficult to find a suitable place for the four girls and Harry. Each girl stretched on her towel. Elsa removed her top, like the previous time. Zoe seemed reluctant at first, but after some encouragement from the other girls, removed her top as well. Harry was delighted at the view. Her breasts were almost fully developed, with puffy nipples and wide aureoles around them. He felt he'd really like to fondle them, but refrained from even saying a word, trying to act as if it was normal for him to be among bare-chested girls. He still had to think of Snape more than once to keep his body under control.
"Why did you want Zoe to remove her top?" he quietly asked Elsa.
"I wanted you to see what you can expect my breasts to look like by next summer, so you'll have something to look forward to."
Harry was confused, again. "But why?"
Elsa answered honestly. "I've just started changing. It will take me close to a year to reach the stage she is now at. There's not much you can do with my tits now, while they are barely larger than yours. Don't you feel like fondling her tits, playing with them, sucking them? Next summer you will be able to do all that with me. I may even let you take my virginity by then if we shall both be ready."
This was too much for Harry. He needed to desperately think of Snape, of detentions, of spoiled potions. It helped, but only partially. Elsa still noticed. "I can see you are almost ready. I hope I'll be ready when we meet next summer."
"I'm not even sure I'll be here next summer," he said bitterly.
"Oh, you will. I don't think your relatives will suddenly change their minds about you. Now, do you mind putting some tan lotion on my back?"
They rinsed their bodies of the lotions and the sweat almost two hours later, using the open showers on the beach. Looking at the girls, Harry tried to imagine Zoe's breasts on Elsa. He almost embarrassed himself thinking of that combination. He then had to quickly think about Snape and Malfoy. At least he had a good idea of what to look forward to.
Hedwig was waiting on his nightstand when they returned, a letter tied to her leg. Harry took it quickly and tucked it into his drawer, hoping Elsa wouldn't notice, yet she did. "Is that your owl? It's beautiful! I've never seen such a white owl. Where did you get it?"
"I got it as a present for my eleventh birthday, almost a year ago."
"When is your birthday?"
"At the end of July, about a week before the end of this summer camp."
"We should give you a birthday party, then."
Harry blushed at the idea. "You don't need to bother. It's not such a big deal."
"That's not a bother at all. Any excuse for a party is welcome, and a birthday is a very legitimate reason for one." She looked at the clothes on his bed. "Now, try on the clothes we've worked on. I'll finish what they didn't while you try the other ones."
By the time he finished checking all his "renewed" clothes, the other girls had come in too. "Don't you want some lunch? I'm starving," Beth said. Harry couldn't think of her as Marge – that name he associated with a large obnoxious woman and couldn't possibly call this delicate girl the same.
"Sure! Let's go," Elsa said, grabbing Harry's arm.
He still made sure to lock the door before going with the chattering group. Unlike the girls at Hogwarts, these girls' constant chatter didn't bother him at all. It just amused him.