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Hot Summer Nights - Summer Camp Swingers: Susan Series Book 3

Nick Scipio

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Hot Summer Nights

Summer Camp Swingers: Susan Series Book 3

Nick Scipio

Free Dessert Publishing

Contents

Preface

Introduction

Book 3

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Acknowledgments

About the Author

More Summer Camp Swingers

Also by Nick Scipio

Preface

Hello and welcome to Camp! If you’ve been here before, let’s talk about some changes.

First, the book titles. They’re new. Duh. But why? For starters, they’re more descriptive now. The old Volume X titles didn’t tell you a thing about the books, other than their order in the series.

The new titles are mostly for new readers. If you’re a fan from before, you probably don’t care what the books are called. But new readers don’t know me or my stories, and titles are an important part of the sales pitch.

Next, the series and universe, Summer Camp Swingers. Why the change? Amazon. Specifically, their search and recommendation algorithms. I don’t want my books to appear beside ones about regular summer camps. Adding Swingers should make it clear that mine are for grown-ups.

Okay, that’s enough about the changes. If you’re new to Camp, let me tell you how this all began.

Back in the summer of 2002, I had a story growing in my imagination. It started as a simple fantasy that sprang from events in my real life.

My family vacationed at a nudist camp in the seventies and early eighties. My parents were swingers at the time, although I didn’t figure it out until much later. And when I was a teenager, I knew a woman who was similar to Susan. As an adult, I always wondered what would’ve happened if she’d been more like the woman in my imagination.

So this “what if…?” story was growing in my head, and I kept remembering things and adding new details. It quickly became too much to keep track of, so I decided to write it down. I finished the first few chapters and posted them online. People liked them, so I kept writing.

In the process, my coming-of-age story evolved into something far bigger than I’d ever imagined. I added an overall plot: Who died? Who’s the wife? Then I sketched out the people and events in several more stories. Other writers wanted to play in my world, so I created the universe, Summer Camp Swingers. My own stories grew into books, and the books became series—five of them, as it turned out.

So, where are we now, with this book? Christy is the fifth and final series in the main Summer Camp Swingers saga. You don’t need to read the first four series to enjoy this one, but they add a lot of background for the people and events here. If you’re interested, the earlier series are available on my website.

Whew! That was a lot of introduction. Yeah, sorry. I’ve been writing Summer Camp Swingers since that fateful day back in 2002, so we’re talking about 30 books, nearly 2.5 million words. In any event, I’m sure you’re ready to start reading. You bought the book, after all, so let’s get to it!

Nick Scipio

August 1, 2020

NickScipio.com

Introduction

Summer Camp Swingers has always been a serial, published a chapter at a time. So the books in this series don’t begin and end like normal ones do. They’re meant to be read as a complete story, one after the other. When you reach the end of this book, pick up the next one and keep going.

And when you reach the end of this series, start the next one. Keep going until you finish the Christy series. That’s 26 books in total, more than two million words.

The Epilogue in So Long, Summer Camp (book 8 in the Christy series) will wrap up the whole saga and answer the two big questions from the very beginning—who’s the wife and who died?

Book 3

19

The next day, both Manfred and Jenny’s families were to leave camp. Manfred and Jenny spent the morning off somewhere by themselves, and when they returned from wherever they’d been, poor Manfred looked like he was going to mope all the way home. Jenny wasn’t much better. The Tharp twins and their family were set to leave as well, after only a week. They never stayed long, so their departure wasn’t unusual. Gina and I said our goodbyes to Manfred and Jenny, and then waved when they all drove out of camp after lunch.

After they had gone, Gina and I shared a knowing look. Her family would be leaving the next Sunday. We knew we only had seven days together before we too would have to say goodbye. Not for the first time, I had no idea what to do or say. Hopefully, by then, I’d figure it out. Hopefully.

That Sunday afternoon was anything but quiet. A few new families had arrived the day before, three of them with younger kids. Two older couples had arrived as well. They were both about ten years older than my parents, and both had children who had already left home.

With all the younger kids in camp, the shallow end of the lake was a hive of activity, most of it loud, all of it boisterous.

Gina and I spent our afternoon on the raft, floating idly around the deeper parts of the lake. Kendall Payton swam out and joined us about mid-afternoon. Gina watched me like a hawk. I kept my expression neutral and my eyes as politely averted as I could. I was lying on Gina’s right, and Kendall wrung the water out of her hair and lay down to the left.

Much to my surprise, Kendall struck up a conversation with us. Since she was so incredibly beautiful, I’d never dared approach her, much less talk to her.

“Hey,” Kendall said.

“Hi,” Gina said.

“Hi,” I said cautiously.

“Did you guys have fun yesterday?” Kendall asked.

“What do you mean?” Gina asked, caution warring with curiosity in her tone.

“On your hike.”

“How’d you know about that?”

“Drew told me. He said your sister told him,” Kendall said, nodding at Gina.

“Oh. Okay.”

“Was it fun?” Kendall asked again.

Gina looked at me and I smiled tightly. Then she turned back to the older girl and nodded.

“Listen,” Kendall said hesitantly. “I know you all don’t know me real well, but could I ask a real big favor?”

“I guess,” Gina replied cautiously.

“Next time you go, could I maybe go with you?”

Gina tensed up. I don’t know if Kendall noticed, but I sure did. “I guess,” Gina said, clearly trying to put the other girl off. “I didn’t know you liked hiking.”

“I don’t. Well, I don’t know if I do or not,” Kendall said sullenly.

“Huh?” Gina asked.

“Nobody ever talks to me here. Nobody ever does anything with me,” Kendall said, tears welling up. “All the girls look at me like you do,” she said, nodding at Gina. “Like I’m competition, or too stuck up, or worse,” she said, tears flowing freely now. “And all the guys my age either don’t look at me, like you do, afraid that their girlfriends’ll dump ’em. Or worse, they all talk to my tits,” she said, fighting a sniffle and laughing. “Like they’re gonna talk back or something!”

Gina and I were speechless.

“And all the older guys, the dads, they just stare at me when they think I’m not looking. And nobody talks to me, nobody asks me to go hiking, nobody does anything with me,” she said morosely. She sniffled and wiped her eyes.

“I guess there aren’t many girls your age here,” Gina said a bit defensively.

“Ha!” Kendall burst out, looking at Gina with red-rimmed eyes. “How old do you think I am?” she asked bitterly, sniffling again.

“I dunno,” Gina said. “Eighteen or nineteen, I guess.”

“Ha,” Kendall snorted. “I just turned sixteen.”

“Really?” Gina asked. She was as incredulous as I was.

Kendall nodded, then sniffled. “I just look older, and I hate it. And I hate this place. And I’m so tired of being lonely. I thought you’d be different,” she said sullenly and started to stand up.

“No. Wait,” Gina said, putting her hand on Kendall’s arm. “Look, I’m really sorry. I had no idea.”

Kendall looked at Gina and saw the truth of it.

“Look,” Kendall said, “I don’t want to steal your boyfriend. I just want someone to talk to me. I’m so tired of being treated like the enemy, or like I don’t exist,” she said, tears streaking her face anew.

“I’m so sorry,” Gina crooned, putting her arm around the other girl.

I lay right where I was. I knew that this was a powder keg for me, a situation where whatever I did could be taken the wrong way. So I stayed put.

Gina finally soothed Kendall’s tears. When Kendall stopped crying, her nose and eyes were red, but she was at least smiling.

“Can I ask you something?” Gina asked when the older girl calmed down.

“I guess.” Sniffle.

“What makes you think Paul’s my boyfriend?”

Kendall wasn’t nearly as shocked by that as I was. Fortunately, Gina couldn’t see my abashed expression.

“He is, isn’t he?” Kendall asked

Gina looked at me. With my answering grin, she turned back to the older girl and nodded firmly. “But we haven’t told anyone. How’d you know?”

Kendall suddenly laughed. Gina and I were both taken aback, but Gina pressed the question.

“Anyone who watched you two could tell,” Kendall said.

Gina looked at me and I shrugged.

“Well, maybe not anyone,” Kendall said ruefully.

“What do you mean?” Gina asked.

“Well, since no one’ll talk to me, I watch people. I guess I kinda like it. I mean, sometimes, I’ll look like I’m reading a book, but mostly I’m just people watching,” Kendall said. “I was in the clubhouse when y’all got back last night.”

“So?” Gina asked, somewhat diffidently.

“I watched the four of you eat dinner.”

Gina still didn’t get it. I had to admit, neither did I.

“You guys touch each other,” Kendall explained.

Fortunately, Gina didn’t see my look of shock. I began to panic. What did Kendall know? If she knew, what did Gina’s parents know? What did my parents know?

“Most people don’t touch each other. It’s weird, you know,” Kendall said. “But I’ve watched people work almost in each other’s laps, and they don’t touch. Couples touch each other. You all touch each other,” she said by way of explanation.

I thought about it, and she was right. Even now, Gina had one foot idly hooked over my left ankle. I hadn’t noticed it before, but I thought back to dinner the night before, and realized that Gina would put her hand over mine, or touch my arm as we ate.

Kendall broke my reverie by speaking again. “And Jenny and Manfred,” she hesitantly began. “Something big happened between them yesterday, right?”

“How do you know all this?” I asked incredulously. I felt my panic rising again. If she knew it, then so could anyone. I was shocked.

“That one’s easier,” Kendall said with aplomb. “Jenny was walking a little slow last night, and she looked real… tender. And Manfred was hovering over her all night, like she might break. So I figured, what with yesterday being their last day together, that maybe…”

Gina nodded soberly and Kendall’s expression brightened.

“I knew it!” she said. “I won’t tell anyone,” Kendall said quickly, seeing our expressions.

“How do you know all this?” Gina asked, unconsciously repeating my very words.

“I guess I just pay attention to people. That’s all,” Kendall said simply.

“You don’t think anyone noticed?” Gina asked nervously.

“I doubt it,” Kendall said after a moment’s thought. “Most people just don’t pay that much attention.”

Gina and I both sighed. Kendall just grinned at us.

“You really are a cute couple,” she said to Gina.

I felt Gina’s foot rub against my leg and smiled to myself. Gina grinned at me.

“Thanks,” we said simultaneously.

“I thought you were different,” Kendall said gratefully.

The two girls talked and I half-listened. I was still on dangerous ground; I knew Gina was still a little jealous of the older girl’s beauty. I didn’t want to actively participate in the conversation, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t listen.

Kendall told us about herself. Her father was a police officer in Chattanooga. They came to this camp because it was so far away from where her dad worked. She also told Gina that she had skipped a grade, so despite the fact that she was only about a year older than us, she would be starting her senior year at the end of the summer.

Gina was slowly impressed, as was I, by Kendall. I had thought she was unapproachable. I couldn’t have been more wrong. She was dying for companionship, any companionship.

And she turned out to be smart. I was pretty smart, I’d quietly admit to myself. And Gina was probably a little smarter than me. I don’t know if Kendall was just that much smarter, or she simply paid more attention to the world around her. But as I listened to her talk with Gina, I was more and more impressed with how much she knew about people. And I could tell that Gina was impressed too, as she became more and more relaxed as the conversation progressed.

“So I’ve decided I’m going to medical school,” Kendall said as I tuned in to the conversation again.

“You’re kidding me,” Gina said.

Kendall shook her head firmly. “Why?” she asked, a bit suspiciously.

“I want to be a doctor too,” Gina said decidedly.

I was somewhat shocked. Gina hadn’t even told me that.

“Really?” Kendall asked. “What kind?”

“I don’t know yet, but I’m thinking about either family practice or OB-GYN.”

Kendall shook her head. “I’m going upstairs,” she said.

Gina cocked her head.

Kendall tapped her temple. “Psychiatry. I don’t want to be a psychologist, they’re not MDs. I actually want to go into couples therapy.”

“Wow,” said Gina. “Cool.”

“Yeah, cool.”

I zoned out of the conversation at that point, as the girls started talking about other things, people at the camp, and life in the real world.

Listening to them talk, I quickly realized that inside Kendall’s admittedly beautiful body was a girl just as scared and unsure as we were. She had her own doubts and insecurities and desires, just like we did.

I liked her immediately.

Later that night, after dinner, Gina and I were alone together. Well, as alone as we could be on one of the couches in the clubhouse.

“I like Kendall,” she said suddenly.

I didn’t know what to say. I began to panic as I thought through the possibilities. If I said I liked her too, would Gina be jealous? If I said I didn’t like her, would Gina be angry, or disappointed? If I…

Gina was laughing at me. At my flustered expression, she put her hand on my knee.

“It’s okay. You can say you like her too,” she said gently, her eyes bright with her suppressed laughter.

I blinked at her.

She nodded. “I guess she’s not so bad after all,” Gina said, still grinning at my discomfiture.

“I guess.”

Gina grinned at me and patted my knee. “You’re sweet,” she said, laughing at me with her eyes. “And she does have an amazing body.” I could tell she was enjoying my strangled expression.

The rest of the night I spent trying not to get an erection as Gina playfully teased me by comparing her body to Kendall’s; point-by-point, it seemed.

I was lucky; on all accounts.

The next day, Monday, Gina and her mom went shopping in town. I was still a little uncomfortable around Kendall, and with Manfred and Jenny gone, I was at loose ends for the morning. So I headed to Susan’s to see if she needed help with anything.

When I got there, she was working around by the back patio on her new flowerbed. She gave me a pair of gloves and a potting shovel, and I wordlessly joined her on my knees. We worked until lunchtime in companionable silence. By the time we were done, all of her begonias were planted.

“Want to take a shower before lunch?” she asked, her familiar mischievous smile adorning her face.

I nodded eagerly. I was honest enough with myself to admit that after Saturday’s hike and Gina’s teasing Sunday night, I was really, really ready to take Susan up on her offer. At the thought, my penis stiffened immediately.

“I guess you do,” Susan said, grinning at me as she frankly eyed my bobbing erection.

She stood and took her gloves off, then wiped the dirt from her knees and shins. I did the same and we headed for the sliding glass door to her bedroom. She kicked off her yard sandals by the door and I wiped my feet on the mat.

Once inside the cool house, she headed straight for the shower. She squeezed my hard-on as we entered the large shower and then released me to douse her head. She didn’t even bother to remove her hair tie before she did it. Once her hair was thoroughly wet, however, she pulled out the band and shook out her dark tresses, rinsing them under the stinging spray of the water. She tugged me under with her, using the obvious handle, and I closed my eyes as the water sluiced over me.

“Susan?”

“Mmm hmm,” she said, slowly stroking my erection as the water washed over us.

“Can I go down on you?”

“Sure, Paul. You don’t need to ask, though. On second thought,” she said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, “maybe you should ask first.”

I grinned at her. “I don’t make you ask first when you go down on me.”

“Hmm. I think you have a point. Okay, you don’t have to ask. I’ll make an exception for you.”

“Thanks,” I said dryly.

“Don’t mention it,” she said nonchalantly and grinned at me.

We washed each other quickly after that, eager to dry off. Before we were done, however, Susan held up her hand and signed for me to wait.

She pulled a bottle of conditioner off the bench seat and squirted some in her hand. She pulled a disposable razor from a plastic package on the seat and then put one foot up on the wooden bench. I watched in wonder as she spread the conditioner over her pubic area. With a few sure strokes of the razor, she quickly removed the conditioner, and any stubble, bending over to make sure she got everything.

When she was done, she rinsed and then took my hand, pressing it against her mons. It was the smoothest I’d ever felt it; soft, supple skin without a trace of hair. My penis seemed to get harder still. Susan grinned at my reaction.

“Trade secret,” she said with a wink.

I nodded mutely as she turned off the water and opened the door to retrieve our towels. We quickly dried off and stepped out of the shower.

She headed for the bedroom, once again using the obvious handle to make sure I followed closely. She backed me up against the bed and then shoved until I sat down.

“But I wanted to…,” I started to protest.

She put her finger to her lips and shushed me.

Without preamble, she knelt at the foot of the bed, between my legs, and took my swollen cock in her mouth. She sucked me deep, letting her tongue roam over the sensitive underside. I groaned in pleasure, unable to argue with her about what I wanted.

When she finally came up for air, grinning at me, I worked up the nerve to protest.

“I want to go down on you,” I said, trying to keep the note of petulance out of my voice.

“I know,” she said simply. “And I want you to, too. But I’ve been dying to do this for a couple of days now. Sit back and relax, give me what I want, and then we’ll play,” she said. I could tell by her tone that she would brook no objection, so I did as requested.

I leaned back on my arms as she lowered her head. In reality, I did miss her attention, and I enjoyed her sucking me. I felt guilty about not spending more time with her. I also felt guilty about being here with her now. It somehow felt that I was betraying Gina.

“What’s the matter?” Susan asked, looking up at me.

The cause of her disaffection was clear: I was limp.

“I feel guilty,” I said, chagrined.

“About what?” she asked, taking me seriously. She put her arms on my thighs and looked at me earnestly.

“Gina.”

“Mmm. I see. Have you had sex with her yet?”

I shook my head.

“But you think you will? Sooner or later.”

I slowly nodded. “I hope, at least.”

She smiled. “Do you love her?” she asked gently.

I thought for a moment, then tentatively nodded.

Susan smiled again. “You’re a good guy, Paul. But let me ask you something.”

I nodded.

“Do you think you can love two women at the same time?”

I hesitated, then nodded.

“Or more, perhaps?”

“I guess.”

“And when the time is right, you can tell Gina about us, if you think she can handle it.”

I was shocked. But the more I thought about it, the more it seemed reasonable.

“We could even have a threesome, if you like,” she said, kissing the tip of my penis. “I think I’d like that.”

The thought of Gina and Susan together was more than enough to start me on the path toward a full-blown erection. Susan smiled at my reaction.

“Do you think she’d like that?” Susan asked, taking my expanding cock into her mouth once again.

I nodded, feeling the blood rushing to my erection.

“You like the idea of both of us sucking your dick?”

I nodded again, my breath speeding up as my heart thudded in my chest. Susan wrapped her lips around my dick and began bobbing her head up and down.

“I’d love to see her sucking you off,” she said, taking me out of her mouth and drawing a deep breath. “And I’d love to see your come on her lovely skin.”

My penis throbbed and Susan gave me a smoldering look.

“You’ve seen that, have you?”

I nodded jerkily and she suddenly impaled herself on my rod. She tried to take more of me in her mouth, but couldn’t because of the edge of the bed.

So she popped my erection out of her mouth and stood up. Without a word, she pushed me onto my back, my legs still hanging over the edge. She climbed up next to me and turned around to straddle me, one knee on either side my head. With a low moan, she dropped to all fours and sucked my erection back into her mouth.

In that position, she could easily take all of me down her throat. So she did. Despite the fact that I was eye to eye with her beautiful slit, I was oblivious. She was taking me deeper than she ever had before, her nose pressing against my balls on each downstroke.

She would wrap her lips around the thick base of my cock and run her tongue over the top of my shaft. She held me for as long as she could before coming up for air, bobbing up and down on my shaft for a moment before plunging down to swallow my length again.

Under that onslaught, I came quickly. My hips jerked as I felt my orgasm begin. Susan clamped her lips around my shaft, only a few inches from the crown, and began massaging me with her lips and tongue. The first spurt caught her by surprise and she started. She recovered quickly, however, and I could feel her swallow as I continued to ejaculate.

When my orgasm subsided, I relaxed my back and leg muscles and lowered my hips to the bed. Susan never let me out of her mouth, slowly nursing my semi-erect penis.

When I recovered enough to open my eyes, I looked up at a delightful sight. Susan’s pussy was spread before me, her labia already flushed with her excitement and her inner lips just peeking out from between them. I lifted my head and flicked my tongue against her slit.

She moaned at the contact and spread her legs, lowering her pussy onto my face. I inhaled her scent and flicked my tongue against her again. She renewed her assault on my deflating penis and I felt my arousal mounting. I hooked my arms around her legs and spread her lips with my fingers, completely exposing her to my lips and tongue.

She began moaning around my cock as I thrust my tongue into her. I speared the tip against her, feeling the hard little bud of flesh of her clit under its protective hood. She moaned again and I concentrated on her pussy. I wrapped my lips around her hooded clit and sucked gently, putting pressure on the base with my tongue.

She bobbed on my erection, caressing me with long strokes of her tongue. I tried to drown out the sensations she was creating and concentrate on her. It was difficult to do since she was very good at what she was doing. I turned back to her pussy and pulled back for a moment, simply admiring her. Her entire vulva was flushed and swollen, her dark pink inner lips were fleshy and spread like wings before me.

I playfully flicked her hooded clit with my tongue and felt her spasm in response. I suddenly had the urge to lick her until she could no longer suck my dick. I began sweeping my tongue side to side over the covered nubbin of flesh, eliciting another groan of pleasure from her. She stopped bobbing her head and concentrated on licking my shaft, rubbing it against her face.

With my fingers, I pulled her outer labia further apart and began sucking and licking her inner lips, running my tongue down the divide between the two. I would pause every few strokes and kiss the inside of her thighs, blowing cool air on her super-heated pussy. She shuddered every time I did that, and I kept up the teasing.

I returned to licking her hooded clit, circling it with my tongue and nuzzling my face in the folds of her lips. With a sly grin, I realized that she was now merely holding my dick in her mouth, idly moving her tongue over the top of my shaft. I redoubled my efforts.

With my tongue, I felt her clit poking out from under its protective cover and I concentrated on the flesh surrounding the sensitive pearl. Susan moaned around my cock and shuddered as I errantly flicked my tongue across her clit. She began humping her hips against my face, trying to get more of my tongue inside her, and I decided to stop teasing her.

I plunged my middle finger into her pussy, feeling her warmth and wetness surrounding me, and concentrated on the base of her clit. I pushed it with my tongue while I wrapped my lips around the hood and exposed nubbin. Flicking my tongue side to side again, I felt her spasm and begin to buck against me.

With a rising shriek, muffled by my erection in her mouth, she came. Her pussy seemed to get twice as wet around my finger as she bucked against me. I kept up my pressure on her clit, rotating my finger inside her. She was now almost screaming around my cock and her hips were shaking as the pleasure of her orgasm surged over her.

Her clit quickly retreated into its hood, and I slowly pulled my lips back from her pussy. She let my cock slip from her mouth and collapsed on top of me as the tremors subsided. She jerked and spasmed, her whole body shaking with little aftershocks.

When she recovered enough to lift herself off me, she swung her leg over my head and crawled to the head of the bed. I sat up and turned to crawl after her. She rolled onto her back, and when I went to move between her legs, she shook her head.

“Come straddle my chest,” she said.

I cocked my head at her.

“My mouth’s a little tired, and my pussy is definitely too sensitive right now. So,” she said, cupping her breasts, “you can fuck these.”

I was confused, and it was evident.

Susan laughed at me. It was a gentle laugh, but laughter nonetheless. She motioned for me to straddle her chest, and I slowly complied. I had no idea how I was going to “fuck her tits.”

“Oops,” she said. “I forgot. Reach in the top drawer of the nightstand, get the lotion that’s there.”

I did as instructed, handing her the bottle. She squirted a generous amount in the valley between her flattened breasts, and then squeezed some onto the head of my cock. The lotion was cool and my cock jerked at the sensation.

She rubbed the lotion into her chest and then smeared the rest over my cock. I watched in amazement as she cupped her breasts and pushed them together.

“Now,” she said, “fuck me.”

Looking down at her, I was confused. And I began to panic, wondering what to do and not wanting to look stupid.

“Put your dick between my tits,” she said gently, realizing I was lost.

I looked down at her breasts, thrust together, her nipples very close to each other, and very erect. Then, I finally Got It. She smiled as I eased forward, sliding the slippery head of my erection between the proffered mounds of flesh.

The sensation was like none I’d ever experienced. It wasn’t like her pussy or her mouth, it was… softer. But the idea of thrusting back and forth between her tits was very erotic. I began to do just that and she smiled again, closing her eyes and running her tongue over her lips.

I pumped my dick between her breasts, enjoying watching the head poke out the top of her cleavage. The lotion quickly warmed with the friction of my thrusts and I was soon crying out in pleasure each time the sensitive head of my penis passed through the soft valley of her compressed breasts.

I thrust for perhaps three or four minutes before the pleasure overwhelmed me and I felt my orgasm building. She could see it on my face and she suddenly let go of her breasts and wrapped her right hand around my dick. She began stroking my lotion-slick length, aiming the tip at her open mouth.

I came with a groan, the first shot landing on her cheek and lips. She quickly adjusted her aim and the rest of my spurts landed in her mouth or on her lips. When my spurts finally dribbled to a stop, I hunched my hips forward. She wrapped her lips around my glans and sucked the remaining semen from my shaft. She smiled at me as she released my penis, her lips and cheek covered in pearly lines of my seed.

With her left hand, she quickly wiped up the stray drops of my come and licked them off her fingers. When she had her face clean, she grinned at me.

“I’m starving,” she said. “How about some lunch?”

A couple of days later, on Wednesday, I was talking to Susan in the clubhouse after breakfast when a man named Bill came looking for her. He and his wife were one of the older couples who had arrived the previous weekend, and I knew him only vaguely.

He wanted to talk to Susan about showing some movies that night. Since they didn’t go far away, I could easily overhear their conversation. As it turned out, he owned several movie theatres, and had brought a projector and some films with him. He wanted to show The Apple Dumpling Gang for the kids, and then Shampoo afterward.

Susan was all for it, and word soon spread that there would be movies in the clubhouse that night. Mom and Dad decided that I was old enough to watch Shampoo, but that Erin wasn’t. Erin didn’t take to the idea too well, and sulked for most of the morning. Karen Delozier, however, offered to let the younger girls have a sleepover at their cabin, and Erin quickly perked up.

Gina and Kendall had made fast friends over the past days, and I was slowly becoming comfortable around the older girl, even though I still didn’t know what to make of her yet. She was at times incredibly witty and insightful, and then completely clueless. It’s like she didn’t have any common sense sometimes. And she took her beauty completely for granted. She wasn’t stuck up about it, but she did little to assert it.

Gina, Kendall, and I spent most of the day lounging around on the raft, soaking up the sun and swimming when we wanted to cool off. We were all excited about the movies that night, too. Bill had even driven to town and picked up several large bags of popcorn for everyone.

So after dinner, he began setting up his movie screen and projector, while most of the men and older boys helped move the couches and set up chairs. All the younger kids crowded the front couches as he started the first movie. Gina, Kendall, and I all hung out toward the back of the improvised movie theatre. We all enjoyed the movie tremendously. Sometimes it’s good to feel like a kid, especially when no one expects you to act grown up.

The kids’ movie ended about nine o’clock, and most of them went off to bed. While the last reel was rewinding, the three of us mostly goofed off, waiting for the grown-up movie to start.

When it did, Gina, Kendall, and I grabbed one of the back couches. There actually weren’t as many adults as there had been kids, and the couches to either side of us were empty. I sat on the end of the couch with Gina to my right and Kendall at the far end.

When Bill turned out the lights, I hesitantly put my arm around Gina. When she merely looked at my hand on her right shoulder, I started to panic. Then, with a grin, she leaned against me and all was right in the world.

The movie began, but I wasn’t paying much attention. I was enjoying the feeling of Gina pressed against me, my arm securely around her, holding her tight. I looked over Gina’s head and Kendall smiled at me. When she turned to watch the movie, I kissed the crown of Gina’s head. She snuggled closer and I sighed.

By the time I started watching the movie again, I was lost. To make matters worse, Gina had put her hand on my thigh and was slowly rubbing my leg, inching her way toward my penis.

I kissed the top of her head again, inhaling the scent of her hair and whispered, “If you keep that up, I’m gonna get hard.”

“Mmm hmm,” she said softly, wickedly.

Gina’s mom, one couch up and one couch over, turned to look at us, and I put on my best innocent face. She smiled when she saw I had my arm around Gina and I pretended not to notice. Then she turned around and said something to Gina’s dad. He nonchalantly turned and looked too, and I once again pretended not to notice. When he turned back, he kissed Gina’s mom and pulled her closer to him. I smiled inwardly at the idea that I somehow had her parents’ approval.

Unfortunately, about thirty minutes into the movie, I was still lost. I had been paying more attention to Gina than to Warren Beatty.

“It’s almost a full moon,” I whispered in Gina’s ear. “You wanna go for a walk by the lake?”

She quickly nodded and unfolded her legs from under her. She leaned over to whisper to Kendall and I saw the older girl nod and smile.

I laced my fingers through Gina’s and we stood up. Fortunately, her parents were at the other end of the couch my folks were sitting on. So we walked up behind them, hand in hand, and I bent down.

“Gina and I are gonna go for a walk. Is that okay?” I asked in a whisper.

Four heads turned and regarded us. Our moms shared a look that I didn’t understand, and then they both nodded at us.

“Gina, make sure you’re back to the cabin by eleven thirty,” her dad said.

“Dad, I don’t have my watch,” she said, and I felt panic gnawing at my heart.

“Here kiddo,” my dad said, taking off his aviator’s watch, “use this. Make sure you’re both back, in separate cabins, by eleven thirty.”

“Thanks, Dad,” I said, a wave of relief washing over me.

“You kids have a nice walk,” Mom said, smiling up at us.

Thank God that in the dark she didn’t see me blush, or my twitching erection below the back of the couch.

“Thanks,” Gina and I said in chorus.

Clutching my dad’s watch in my left hand, my right securely in Gina’s grasp, we headed out of the clubhouse.

We walked halfway down the hill to the lake before I stopped. I wanted to actually put Dad’s watch on my wrist. It was a heavy steel Breitling, and I didn’t want to lose it. It was very loose around my wrist, and much heavier than my usual watch, but it wouldn’t slip over my hand, which was all I really cared about. That, and the fact that I could easily read the time in the bright moonlight. It was already ten o’clock; we only had an hour and a half together.

I looked around, and in the light of the nearly full moon, I didn’t see a soul. Most, if not all, the adults were at the movie, and all the younger kids were either in bed, or with Karen Delozier. Gina and I would have the lake to ourselves.

She gave me a confused look as I moved around behind her and swept her hair to the side. I began kissing her shoulder and neck, and she sighed deeply and leaned against me. I kept kissing until I reached her earlobe, then playfully nipped at it with my lips. I felt her breathing quicken and I reached around to wrap my hands around her, overlapping them on her smooth stomach.

I stopped kissing her for a second and looked down at the lake. In the moonlight, I saw that the raft had butted up against the side of the lake, moved by the gentle current.

“Let’s go get on the raft,” I said quietly, kissing her neck again.

She simply nodded and we headed down the hill, hand in hand.

It was an easy hop onto the raft, and with a strong push, I sent us floating out into the center of the lake. We could hear the laughter of the crowd watching the movie in the clubhouse, and Gina looked up at me, her bright smile flashing in the moonlight.

I held her face in my hands and she closed her eyes as I kissed her. It was a quick, sweet kiss, and we both sighed as it ended. That got us smiling at each other, and I pulled her close and simply held her. Oh, how I enjoyed the feeling of her warm, smooth skin against my own. I felt her nipples harden against me, which caused a hardening of my own.

I sank to the canvas of the raft and pulled her with me. We lay down facing each other, each propped on an elbow, and I kissed her again, with rising ardor. She returned my kiss, her tongue dancing with my own.

She pulled back and drew a deep, shuddering breath. Then she got very still. I reached out to her, putting my hand on her cheek. She raised her own to cover it and sighed deeply.

“Paul?”

“Mmm hmm?”

She rolled to her back, her dark, silken hair forming a patch of darker shadow on the sun-bleached canvas of the raft. I scooted closer to her, our legs touching, my erection resting comfortably on her hip.

“Could we go hiking in a couple of days? Just the two of us?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“My family’s…” She paused, and I heard her breath catch.

“I know,” I said softly, knowing as well as she did that her family was leaving on Sunday. I had managed not to think about it all week, but now it came crashing down on me like a lead weight. My stomach knotted and I felt like my heart would burst.

She sniffled and cleared her throat. Looking down at her in the pale moonlight, her eyes wide pools of radiance punctuating her dark face, my heart ached. She was biting her inner lip and blinking back tears.

“I know,” I said again, laying my hand along her neck and tracing the line of her jaw with my thumb.

She sniffled again and then smiled at me. “I want to… do what Jenny and Manfred did,” she said obliquely. “But I’m scared. I know I want it to be with you,” she said, her words coming in a rush. “I’m not on the pill, and I’m scared it’ll hurt, and…”

“Shhhh,” I breathed, putting my finger over her lips. I kissed her, gently but insistently, and felt the tension flow out of her. “I know you want to, and so do I. But if you’re scared, or you’re not ready, that’s okay. I don’t love this,” I said, moving my hand down and cupping her sex. “I love this.” I placed my palm flat against her chest. “And this.” I touched her forehead. I ran my fingers over her temple, and then down the line of her cheekbone, feeling the warm tracks of her tears. “I love you,” I said firmly.

“You love me?” she asked in a small voice, filled with emotion.

My voice caught in my throat. I’d told her I loved her. I hadn’t thought about it, I’d just said it. I hadn’t practiced it over and over in my head, it had just come out. I knew it was true, but… As she looked up at me, eyes bright with tears and reflected moonlight, I started to panic. What if she didn’t love me? What if I were moving too fast? What if…?

I licked my lips and made up my mind. “I love you,” I said softly. “I think I always have.”

“Oh, Paul,” she said breathlessly. “I love you so much.”

And then she was in my arms. She pulled my head down, hers rising to meet me, our lips finding each other without error. The kiss was hot, and long, and we were both breathless when we separated.

Just as suddenly as she’d kissed me, she was pushing me away. I started to panic, wondering what she was doing. She quickly pushed me onto my back and my fears were allayed when she rolled on top of me.

She was kissing my face, my lips, my hastily closed eyelids, my neck, and anywhere else she could reach. She completely straddled my waist, her breasts and hard nipples pressing into the flesh of my chest.

“I love you,” she said softly, tenderly touching my lips with her own.

She kissed my chin, then down my neck, and I arched my back as she kissed my earlobe and the hollow behind it. My senses were battered by the excruciating pleasure as she kissed my ear, her breath hot against my neck. Then she began to kiss down my neck again, toward the line of my shoulder.

She was humping against me and mewling as she kissed down my chest. She scooted down and my erection bumped against her thigh, then her pussy. When she kept moving down, kissing as she went, my erection dragged across her steaming slit. She groaned at the contact and humped against me before continuing downward.

I spread my legs to accommodate her and she kissed my navel, darting her tongue in and swirling it around. I gasped at the sensation and she gripped my hips, moving lower still, her silken black hair trailing over my chest.

When she reached the top of my hard-on, she kissed it. Then, she kissed down the length of my shaft, causing spasms of pleasure to surge through my manhood. I felt her hot breath on my balls as she brushed her lips against them.

Then, without warning, I was in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the glans and I tried, unsuccessfully, to stifle a groan.

She released me and moaned, then took me back in her mouth. She sucked just the tip at first, but slowly got bolder, taking more of me in her mouth. I winced as she scraped her teeth across the sensitive glans, but she felt me shy away and covered them with her lips.

She only took a few inches in her mouth, but she wrapped her hand around the base and laved her tongue over my length. Her silky hair trailed across my abdomen as she began bobbing her head up and down.

Then she pulled my cock out of her mouth and rubbed it over her face, kissing down the length of my shaft as she did. I felt her hot breath on my balls again, and the wetness of her mouth as she took first one, then the other in her mouth. She quickly released them, however, and returned to my straining erection.

Wrapping her lips around the glans again, she flicked her tongue against me and began pumping her fist. She sucked gently at the crown of my cock, washing her tongue over me. I couldn’t take much of her pumping and tongue, and soon felt my orgasm building.

“I’m going to come,” I grunted, barely in time.

She pulled my cock from her mouth and continued stroking. I felt the satin texture of her cheek against my glans as my first spurt erupted. She moaned as she felt the hot liquid against her skin, and kept pumping.

When I had exhausted myself, she began kissing the length of my shaft. She wrapped her lips around the sperm-covered head of my dick and swirled her tongue around it, mewling with pleasure.

When I looked down, she was wiping my semen from her face and smearing it into her cleavage. Then, as quickly as she’d started sucking me, she was crawling up my body again. She lay on top of me and I felt my slowly cooling semen on her chest.

She pressed her lips against me and I tasted my seed. I started to recoil, but then relaxed. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander, I thought. If I wanted her to swallow, I shouldn’t complain about her kissing me with my sperm still on her lips. I tasted myself as I kissed her, and decided the taste wasn’t all bad. Salty, a little tangy, sweet and just a little bitter, all at once.

Suddenly, she stopped kissing me and pulled back, her smile illuminating her face.

“I like that,” she said enthusiastically.

“Mmmmm,” I said, sighing. “Me too.”

“When we go hiking...,” she said, then suddenly paused. “When we go hiking,” she continued with greater resolve, “will you come in my mouth? I want to taste you.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded decidedly and I smiled.

“I want to taste you a lot,” she said, grinning again.

I kissed her hard, pulling her head down to mine, once again tasting myself on her lips. I couldn’t have cared less. I had the girl of my dreams in my arms, kissing me with my semen still on her lips and cheek. My semen! My heart sang with joy.

“Paul?” she asked, breaking the kiss.

“Mmm hmm?”

“Will you…,” she asked tentatively. “Will you come on me tonight? On my… on my boobs?”

“You want me to?”

She bit the inside of her lip and nodded hesitantly.

She slid off me and reached down to grasp my stiffening member. The head of my cock was slick from her saliva and leakage from my recent orgasm, and she rolled her finger around it, smearing our fluids over her hand and my shaft. She laid her head on my stomach and gripped my member, stroking me gently.

I put my hand over hers and directed her movements. I knew, however, that it would be a few minutes before I was ready to come again. I gently pushed her off of me, and onto her back.

She looked confused as I rolled over and pressed myself against her.

“I can’t come again so quickly,” I said softly, by way of apology, smiling to reassure her.

She nodded and I kissed her again, probing her mouth with my tongue.

“So I thought,” I said, breaking the kiss, “that we could play a little bit, before I come for you.”

I raised my hand and looked at my father’s watch. We still had almost forty-five minutes before we had to be back up at her cabin.

In the moonlight, I saw her grin and then purse her lips.

“What did you have in mind?” she asked playfully.

“Oh,” I said, taking the bait. “A little of this,” I said, circling my index finger around her stiff nipple. “And maybe a little of this.” I directed her hand and she quickly wrapped it around my erection. “And perhaps a little of this,” I said mischievously, moving my hand to cup her pussy, pressing down and eliciting a gasp from her. “That’s pretty much what I had in mind,” I said insouciantly. “If that’s okay with you.” I pressed my middle finger between her lips, feeling her heat and moisture.

Her eyes fluttered and she gasped again. She bit her lip and nodded, arching her back against me. I pulled my hand back and trailed my finger along her slit, forcing a moan from deep in her chest. I brought my hand to my mouth and inhaled the scent of her arousal. She watched, transfixed, as I sucked her juices from my finger.

“Mmm,” I said. “I love the way you taste.”

Her breath caught in her throat and I leaned forward to kiss her. I cupped her breast and she moaned against me, darting her tongue into my mouth.

I pulled back from the kiss and looked at her. She opened her eyes when she realized my lips weren’t returning immediately, and she looked at me.

“What?” she asked. I could hear the uncertainty and doubt clouding her voice.

I smiled. “You’re so beautiful,” I said softly. My heart raced when she smiled in return.

“I love you so much,” she breathed.

“I love you too,” I said softly.

She stroked my cock urgently and I smiled at her.

“Was there something you wanted?” I asked, teasing her.

She bit the inside of her lip and nodded. “I want to… I want your come on me.”

“You do?”

“Mmmmm, God yes,” she hissed. “I want to feel you come on my boobs.”

I quickly straddled her chest and began stroking my erection. She was rolling her nipples with her fingers, eagerly watching my dick. I quickly reached the point of no return and felt my come rising.

“I’m gonna come,” I said, my voice tight.

She stopped playing with her nipples and pushed her tits together, forming a delicious target. I aimed myself at her left nipple and felt the first rush of semen coming up my shaft.

With a groan, I watched my come splash into her breast, stroking intently. After the first two spurts, I aimed myself at her right breast. My come spewed over her nipple and she groaned as well, feeling the hot liquid gush over her flesh. I kept stroking until I was exhausted.

When the last dribbles of my orgasm fell to her chest, I rubbed her right nipple with my sperm-covered glans. She moaned again and arched her back, trying to force her breast against my dick. I switched sides and spread my pearly drops over her left breast with my slick member, garnering another moan from her for my efforts.

Finally, I sat back, breathing heavily, and watched as she spread my semen over her entire chest, rubbing the pearly liquid into her dark flesh. I was overcome with emotion. Adoration, satisfaction, love, and desire; each washed over me in turn.

I quickly scooted backward and moved between her legs, spreading them as I lay on my stomach. I lowered my head and brought my lips to her vulva, inhaling the heady aroma of her desire. I parted her lips with my fingers and discovered that she was already very wet.

I darted my tongue forward and tasted her. She bucked against me, trying to force more of my tongue into her pussy, and I relented. Her clit was already poking out of its protective hood and I circled it with my tongue. I slowly inserted a finger into her vagina; she was very wet, but also very tight, and I didn’t want to hurt her.

She squirmed as my finger penetrated her, trying to get me deeper. I maintained my deliberate pace, but was soon buried to the last knuckle. She groaned again and I returned my attention to her clit.

I began licking her in long strokes, flicking my tongue against her clit at the top of each. I could tell she was close, her pussy was gripping my finger like a vise. I pursed my lips around her clit and sucked, flicking my tongue against the little bud. With a rush of moisture and a low, keening moan, she came.

Her pussy clutched at my finger, and her hips bucked against me. I kept sucking her clit and she clamped her thighs against my head, imprisoning me with her wonderful flesh. I rode her orgasm, pressing up with my finger into the hollow behind her pubic bone, and she shuddered again.

I felt her clit abruptly pull back under its protective hood, and took that as my signal to slowly release her. Her legs fell back to the raft, splayed out to either side and she went limp.

Her pussy was still spasming against my finger as I tenderly kissed her mons and then worked my way to her inner thighs. She moaned again and put her hands on my head, holding me in place.

Reluctantly, I pulled my finger from within her. I gave her spread pussy one last kiss and she sucked in her breath, arching against me again. I smiled to myself and crawled up her body, planting kisses as I went.

My semi-hard penis bumped against her spread pussy lips and she gasped again, biting the inside of her lip and smiling at me. I kissed her, deeply, and she melted against me. I knew she could taste herself on my lips, and the idea thrilled me.

I finally pulled back from the kiss to let her catch her breath.

“I love making you come,” I said softly.

“Mmmmm.”

I hooked my arms under her shoulders and rolled to the side, taking her with me. She relaxed, half on me, half on the raft, and I looked up, sighing contentedly.

Under the starry skies of South Carolina, with a nearly-full moon shining down on us, I think I was the happiest I’d ever been.

We lay like that for some time, covered in the scent of sex. My face felt tight where her juices had dried on my skin, but I never wanted to wash her off me. Every time I inhaled, I could smell her, and it was a heady sensation.

Finally, reluctantly, I raised my left hand and looked at the heavy steel Breitling. We had only ten minutes before she had to be back at her cabin. The laughter from up the hill had died down a few minutes before, and I knew we didn’t have much wiggle room with our timing.

I kissed the crown of her head, enjoying the sensation of her silken hair against my face. Gina had felt the movement of my arm, however, and knew what it meant as well as I did.

“You want me to pull the raft over to the side so you don’t have to get wet?” I asked softly.

I felt her shake her head. “Where are we?” she asked, raising her head to look.

I lifted my head as well, and saw that we were close to the shallow end of the lake. We could easily slip off the raft and wade to the edge of the lake.

Gina kissed me, fiercely, and then pulled back. “Mmmmm,” she said deliciously, “I can smell me on you.”

I grinned like an idiot and nodded.

She grinned too, and started to stand.

I slipped into the water first, and reached up for her. The water was only up to my waist, and I immediately felt my penis and testicles trying to hastily reduce their surface area. My poor balls must’ve tried to climb into my abdomen.

Gina sat on the edge of the raft and reached down for me, gliding into my arms and the cold water. I held her against me for a moment, tasting her lips again, and then set her on the bottom of the lake. She shivered and then grinned at me.

“Wait a minute,” she said after we’d only walked a few steps toward the edge of the lake. “I need to wash you off my chest. I don’t want to, but Mom’ll know if she sees.”

I nodded and watched as she gathered up her hair and held it atop her head. We had waded far enough that the water was now around my thighs, and Gina merely lowered herself into the cold water. I reached out to hold her hair for her and she smiled up at me in thanks.

She quickly washed my dried sperm from her breasts. She also rinsed her face, and then smiled up at me again.

“Ooh, poor baby,” she said, teasing me. She was eye level with my shrunken penis, and I cringed. “He just needs to be warmed up.”

With that, she opened her mouth and engulfed my cold and shriveled member. The warmth of her mouth washed over me and I felt my legs get weak. My penis began to get hard in her mouth as it warmed, and she was soon sucking the first few inches of my erection. I was still holding her hair, and gleefully directed her motions with gentle pressure on the back of her head.

To my disappointment, she pulled her lips off me after only a minute and smiled up at me. She gracefully rose to her full height, my penis delightfully dragging against her body as she stood. She raised up on tiptoes and kissed me, giggling. I still had my hand on her head, holding her hair, and I pulled her close, kissing her passionately.

When we broke the kiss, we were both breathing heavily and grinning at each other. We waded to the side of the lake and stepped up onto the brick coping to begin the walk up the hill to our respective cabins.

We were walking past the clubhouse, holding hands, when the side door opened and my parents walked out, followed closely by Gina’s parents. Her father looked at his watch and nodded, obviously pleased that we were a minute or two early.

“Here’s your watch back, Dad,” I said, removing it from my wrist. “Thanks.”

“We’re going to go for a walk ourselves,” Mom said.

“Make sure Gina gets to the cabin okay,” Elizabeth said to me, stepping forward to kiss her daughter.

When Gina’s mom stepped back, my mom stepped forward to kiss me on the cheek. When she pulled back, her eyes widened and her nostrils flared, and I felt tendrils of fear clutching at my heart. I had forgotten to wash off my face! Would she say anything? Would she make me stop seeing Gina? Would she…?

“Be a gentleman, Paul,” she said blithely, and the panic began to drain out of me.

“Yes, Mom,” I said obediently. She was going to keep my secret! I almost jumped for joy.

Mom smiled at me and the four of them headed down the hill toward the lake. I walked Gina the rest of the way up to her cabin. Kara was inside reading, and the porch light was on.

I gave Gina a very chaste kiss, desperately yearning to do more, but afraid of what Kara would say to her mother.

“I can’t wait until Saturday,” Gina whispered in my ear.

With that, she kissed me again on the cheek and stepped inside. She smiled at me through the screen door and I turned to leave.

I don’t remember walking back to our cabin, I was so deliriously lost in thought.

20

The next morning, I waited until Dad and Erin headed down to the clubhouse before getting out of bed. Dad was going to fix his famous banana pancakes, but I wanted to talk to Mom first.

“Mom?” I ventured hesitantly when I came out of the bathroom.

“Yes, honey?”

“Um… can I go hiking this Saturday?”

She raised her eyebrows, clearly wanting more information.

“Gina and I were thinking about going hiking to the quarry on Saturday,” I said in a rush.

Mom arched one eyebrow at me, clearly realizing that we were Up To Something. “Just the two of you.”

I hesitated, then nodded.

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” Mom said.

My face fell. Every time I’d asked to go before, she’d said yes. Why was she saying no now? I began to get flustered, wondering what she knew. She stepped closer to me and her eyes softened.

“Oh, honey,” she said gently. “There’s something up between you two,” she said archly. “And I think I know exactly what it is that’s ‘up,’” she added, looking pointedly at my flaccid penis.

I blushed furiously.

“And Gina’s parents know something’s going on between you two,” she said. “We even talked about it last night, after the movie.”

Our parents were talking about us? I began to panic again.

“Lucky for you,” Mom said with a gentle laugh, “that Gina’s mom didn’t kiss you last night. Then she’d know something was up for sure.”

My jaw dropped and she chuckled. “How did you know?” I asked, stunned.

She laughed again, smiling at me and shaking her head. “You think I don’t know what it smells like?”

I was always amazed when my mom knew more than I thought she would. I guess I never gave her credit for being a really smart woman. That was a mistake I intended not to repeat. Ever.

“Just tell me one thing,” Mom said. “Tell me you didn’t pressure her. I don’t think you’d do something like that, but I also know a thing or two about young men,” she said, her eyes smiling.

She would, at that, I thought to myself ruefully. I quickly shook my head.

“Good,” she said, her relief obvious. “I knew you wouldn’t, but I wanted to be sure.”

I blushed and lowered my eyes.

“Did she enjoy it?”

My eyes snapped up and I froze, my jaw hanging open again.

In spite of her best efforts, Mom laughed at me – light, magical laughter. Then she saw my face and made an attempt to be serious.

I blushed even deeper, and could feel the heat in my face, neck, and ears. Finally, I closed my mouth.

“I take it she did,” Mom said, still laughing with her eyes.

I nodded helplessly and she smiled again.

“Well,” she said, finally quelling her laughter, “you just keep going down on her, and she’ll be a very, very happy young lady.”

At my stricken expression, Mom burst into laughter again. Why, I moaned to myself, did the most important women in my life have to tease me?

“But seriously,” she said, her eyes bright. “If you two want to go hiking by yourselves on Saturday, I’m sure Gina’s parents’ answer will be no. I wouldn’t let you go by yourselves either.”

“But Mom,” I said, beginning the age-old lament of denied children everywhere, “that’s not fair.”

“No,” she said seriously, “it’s not. And I’m not even the mother of a teenage daughter who is obviously very smitten with a young man.”

I looked at her again, half in shock, half in amazement.

She chuckled again. “Oh yes,” Mom said gently, “she’s head over heels, unless I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be a fifteen-year-old girl.”

I blushed again and grinned like an idiot.

“But you still can’t go by yourselves.” She paused, to let that sink in. “You’re a creative young man,” she said with a wink, “you’ll think of something.”

I grinned again and began to furiously analyze what she’d said. How could I be creative enough to get what I, what we, wanted? I started thinking about the possibilities when Mom interrupted me with a laugh.

“Paul, you are incorrigible!”

I blushed, and smirked insouciantly.

“Now,” she said, “let’s go get some of your dad’s pancakes.”

“So that’s the problem,” I said, neatly summing things up for Gina.

We were sitting outside the clubhouse on the patio. I had found that I wasn’t hungry, and grabbed Gina as soon as she entered the clubhouse. Gina was deep in thought when the screen door opened and I looked up to see Kendall step outside.

“Hey y’all,” she said brightly. “I thought I saw you two out here.” Then she saw our faces. “What’s the matter?” she asked, sitting on the cinderblock wall opposite us.

Gina quickly outlined the problem for her, minus a few key details.

“Oh, that’s simple,” Kendall said.

Gina and I both stared at her and she laughed.

“You should see your faces,” she said, suddenly getting serious when she realized we weren’t laughing. “No, seriously, it’s simple. I’ll go with you.”

I wanted to swallow my own tongue. It’s not that I minded Kendall; in fact, I actually liked her. But Gina wanted to spend some time alone with me, and I desperately wanted to be alone with her as well. Having Kendall along as a third wheel would completely upset our plans.

“That’s a great idea!” Gina said suddenly.

I looked at her in shock. Was she mad?!

“Look,” Kendall said to me, explaining things slowly. I cringed, but she continued anyway. “Her parents’ll think that she and I will watch out for each other, and that you two won’t have the privacy to get into… whatever.”

Whatever, as she put it, was exactly what I wanted to get into! And I couldn’t do that with Kendall tagging along.

“No, silly,” she said, reading my expression like a book, “I just wanna get out of here for a few hours. I can take my book, and my tanning oil, and lie out while you two go do… whatever… by yourselves.”

Slowly, like a glacier retreating, I began to see her logic. I swallowed hard and looked at her intently. “You’d do that?”

I looked at Gina. She was smiling at me and biting the inside of her lip. I knew she was probably just as nervous, and excited, as I certainly was.

I looked at Kendall. She looked at each of us and smiled. Then she nodded.

“Let’s go ask your mom,” Gina said, clutching my hand.

I was nearly dragged inside, trailed by a smug and almost-snickering Kendall.

“Mom?” I asked, stepping up to the table. “Dad?”

Gina still held my hand, and Kendall was behind us. We had all put on our best We’re-Not-Really-Up-To-Something faces. This was it. I was certain that my future with Gina rested upon the shoulders of my parents.

“What is it, sweet pea?” Mom asked, looking up at us.

“Gina, Kendall, and I wanted to go hiking this Saturday. To the quarry. Can we go?”

My father almost choked on his milk. He sputtered and coughed, nearly spilling the remainder of his glass. He quickly set it on the table and covered his mouth with his fist. Mom put her hand on his arm, looking concerned. When Dad recovered, he cleared his throat and looked at Mom. She nodded almost imperceptibly and he looked back to us.

“Make sure you get back on time this time,” he said somewhat ominously.

“So we can go?” I asked. My heart felt like it would burst.

He nodded gravely and I got serious.

“I’ll make sure we’re back on time, Dad.”

“Let’s go ask my folks,” Gina said, tugging on my arm. She nearly pulled me off my feet.

“Whoa!”

All three of us turned around and looked at my mom.

“Get some breakfast first,” she said to us. “You can ask your folks after you’ve eaten,” she said to Gina. “Now, why don’t you ladies have a seat while Paul and I fix you some pancakes.”

“Thank you, Beth,” Gina said politely. She and Kendall took a seat at the next table. Gina favored me with a brilliant, heart-wrenching smile, and then began chatting animatedly with Kendall.

I followed Mom to the kitchen counter. My father always made lots of pancakes when he cooked, enough for anyone in the camp to have some. Everyone loved them, and my father enjoyed folks enjoying his cooking. There were four plates stacked high with pancakes, covered in a clean dishtowel to keep them warm.

Mom and I set about fixing three plates of pancakes and sausage links, and then she leaned over to me.

“Paul, I said be creative,” she said quietly, her eyes twinkling with suppressed laughter. “But jeez.”

I think I blushed six shades of red.

Friday night, Gina spent hours in the kitchen with her mother. The two of them made meatloaf—from which they could make meatloaf sandwiches—coleslaw, and fruit salad. Kendall offered to help, and the two of them made sugar cookies. I tried to stay close, but Gina finally shooed me out of the clubhouse.

Driven from the clubhouse, I headed up to our cabin to make sure everything was ready. I’d borrowed an old army pack from Susan—Manfred and his two backpacks were obviously not available—and had packed a pair of blankets and my towel. I could pack the girls’ towels in the morning before we left, and then pack the picnic lunch on top of that. The pack would be heavily loaded, but I was looking forward to the trip more than I was worried about the weight.

I could hardly wait to go to sleep that night. Mom smiled knowingly at me before turning out the light. I only grinned in reply, and then, of course, blushed.

Somehow, I managed to get a good night’s rest. I woke up early and quietly climbed down the ladder. When I emerged from the bathroom, Mom was smiling at me from bed. She quietly extracted herself from my father’s embrace and stood up. Her hair was tousled and her eyes were still sleepy, but she looked pleased nonetheless.

I smiled in return as I picked up my laden pack and quietly opened the cabin door. Mom came out onto the porch with me, pulling the cabin door closed after her.

I slung the pack over one shoulder and turned to her.

“Oh, to be young again,” she said wistfully.

“Mom, I—”

“Shhh,” she said. “I know.”

“I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, honey. I’m glad you’re going. I was a bit surprised that you came up with a solution as quickly as you did, and with whom. But I’m happy for you.”

I blushed again. How could she make me do that?!

“Paul?” she asked, her voice low and serious.

I looked at her and she held my eyes.

“Paul, if you two decide to… um… well. If you two decide to…” She looked at me helplessly, her expression full of concern and love.

I felt my face flush and my ears grew hot. “We’re not, Mom. Not yet.”

She raised her eyebrows.

“She’s not ready,” I said quietly. “And I’m not going to put pressure on her.”

“Her family’s leaving tomorrow, right?”

I nodded, feeling my heart twist. On one hand, I couldn’t believe that I was having this conversation with my mom. On the other, I was nearly stricken dumb thinking about not seeing Gina for a year.

“It’ll be next summer before you see her again,” Mom said softly. “You’re not going to…”

I shook my head. “She’s not ready. And it’s… important,” I said quietly.

Mom suddenly had to blink back tears. She hugged me tightly. I wrapped my free arm around her and shifted the pack so I could do the same with the other arm. I had no idea what had gotten her emotional, and I fervently hoped it wasn’t something I’d said.

She stepped back and wiped her eyes, smiling at me. “You’ll be careful?” she asked.

I nodded.

She stood on tiptoes and kissed my cheek.

I turned and headed for the clubhouse, my thoughts awhirl. I’d never had a conversation like that before, and I was stunned. I was thinking about it all the way down the hill, replaying it in my head. Did I just have a conversation with my mom about taking Gina’s virginity? With a shake of my head, I realized I had.

When I got to the clubhouse, I was greeted by Gina’s beaming smile. I banished all thoughts of strange conversations as she ran to me. I hurriedly set the pack on the pool table and caught her in my arms, lifting her easily and swinging her around. She squealed in delight and pressed her lips against mine.

When we broke our kiss and I set her down, I looked up and saw Kendall trying to be inconspicuous. I grinned shyly at her and she blushed.

“You two really are a cute couple,” Kendall said, picking up her rolled towel.

Gina and I both grinned.

I released Gina and picked up my pack. Gina tugged me toward the kitchen area and I eagerly followed. She had our picnic lunch laid out on one of the tables. In addition to that, she had egg sandwiches already prepared for breakfast.

“How long have you been up?” I asked incredulously, looking at the breakfast sandwiches and neatly packed picnic lunch.

Gina smiled shyly. “About an hour and a half,” she said softly.

“Wow,” I said, whistling quietly at all she had done. “Thanks.”

She grinned at me and I knew I was the luckiest guy in the world.

The egg sandwiches were still warm, so we ate them first, hastily washing them down with orange juice. Then, we set about packing our towels and the picnic lunch in the old army pack. It was a tight fit, but I finally closed the flap over everything and cinched the pack shut.

I hefted it with a groan and heard the Cokes settle into place with a clink. The pack was easily twice as heavy as the one I’d carried when the four of us had last hiked to the quarry. Since it was only me carrying everything, however, it would have to do. I settled the pack on my shoulders and we walked through the screen door onto the dew-covered lawn, heading down the hill toward the lake.

Kendall actually wore good quality hiking boots, and kept up with the pace I set. Since I was carrying so much, and not used to it, I set a little slower pace than usual. Gina was a little anxious, but she realized that I was the one carrying all our stuff, so she was quiet about it. With the slower pace, she and Kendall chatted amiably about the quarry and its environs.

We reached the tumbled-down rim wall a little more than two hours after setting out. I had worn my watch—despite the fact that I was so unused to wearing it that it chafed—and saw that it was only a little after nine o’clock. As long as we were back at the camp by six o’clock, we were fine. I decided that we’d better leave by half past three, just to be sure.

As Gina and I unpacked the army pack, Kendall simply marveled at the surroundings. I once again dunked the Cokes in the cold water in the lee of the flattop rock while Gina put our lunch in the shade. Kendall turned and helped pull blankets and towels out of the pack, then sat down to unlace her boots. Gina and I quickly joined her.

Kendall stood and stretched when she had her shoes and socks off. I covertly watched her, making sure that Gina didn’t notice. For such a big girl, Kendall was actually very slender. Her height and large breasts always made me think she was bigger, but her legs were long and lean, and her stomach was as flat as Stacy’s. With a graceful arch, she dived into the water and Gina turned to grin at me.

“She has such a beautiful body,” Gina said, keeping her voice low.

“Not as beautiful as you,” I said, playfully reaching for her.

She giggled and smacked my hand away. “I wish I were that tall,” she said wistfully.

“I don’t!”

She looked at me and blinked.

“If you were that tall,” I continued, nodding at the older girl, floating on her back in the lake, “then I don’t think we’d… fit.”

“You mean you like me because I’m short?” she asked, biting her inner lip.

“No,” I said, desperately trying not to sound exasperated. “I like you because you’re smart, beautiful, and sexy.”

She grinned shyly and looked down.

“And short,” I added.

Her eyes flew open and she gaped at me. I couldn’t help but laugh at her expression. She realized I was teasing her, mostly, and laughed as well.

I quickly stood up and extended my hand to help her up. She reluctantly took it and stood gracefully. I pulled her close and put my arms around her. She resisted for a moment, then realized that I wasn’t going to let her go.

I put my lips next to her ear. She stopped squirming when I kissed her tenderly.

“Let’s go for a quick swim, to cool off and be polite,” I said quietly.

She nodded hesitantly.

“Then, we can walk up to the top of the falls. We can spread our blanket out…” Her resistance was weakening. “And I can take my time,” I said, running my hand down her spine, since I no longer needed to hold her against me. “I can explore a few of the many,” I murmured, kissing her neck, then down the line of her shoulder, “many things that I like about you.”

Her breathing had quickened and she shuddered in my embrace, all resistance vanished.

“Would you like that?”

She whimpered and nodded, melting against me.

“Now,” I said softly, kissing her neck. “Are you ready to take a quick dip before we go?”

She nodded hesitantly and I slowly released her. She smiled shyly up at me and I almost relented. Much as I wanted to, however, I knew we’d hurt Kendall’s feelings if we simply took off and headed for the top of the falls.

So Gina and I walked, hand in hand, to the edge of the boulder. I watched her beautiful body arc into the water, raising a slight splash, and followed her.

 

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