Monday was like a vacation day—a real vacation day. I slept in, wantonly lying in bed even after I woke up. When I finally crawled down from the top bunk, the sun was well up and the cabin was deserted. Then, without a regret, I skipped my workout. It didn’t give me the same satisfaction that skipping a Friday workout would’ve, but it was still refreshing.

By the time I took a shower, it was almost ten o’clock. As I walked onto the porch, yawning and stretching decadently, Mom and Kendall were just walking up the hill.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Mom said.

“Mornin’.”

Instead of greeting me verbally, Kendall’s face simply lit up with a smile.

“Hi,” I said to her.

“We thought you were going to sleep all day,” Mom said.

“I’ve had a busy couple of days,” I answered with another yawn.

“I’ll try not to tax you overmuch,” Kendall said with a mischievous grin.

“Thanks.”

Once they reached the porch, I gave Kendall a good morning kiss on the cheek. In the cabin, Mom retrieved her book, Dad’s book, his ball cap and sunglasses, and their beach towels. Then she kissed me on the cheek and headed down the hill.

“You wanna go down to the lake too?” Kendall asked.

I shook my head. Then I held a hand out to her and tossed my chin toward the cabin’s interior.

“Oh?” she asked suggestively.

I merely rolled my eyes and gestured a little more emphatically with my hand.

“I don’t know if we should be alone in your cabin,” she said with a grin as she took my hand.

I opened the screen door and gently tugged her with me.

“After all, you could compromise my virtue or something equally nefarious.”

“We wouldn’t want that, now, would we,” I said.

“Definitely not,” she replied, grinning. “I’m a proper young lady.”

Inside, I bonelessly dropped onto the couch. Kendall started to sit next to me, but I pulled her into my lap.

“Oh,” she said in surprise. “You really do wanna…?”

I shook my head quickly. “Not really. To be honest, it’s nice not having to think about sex for a little while.”

She nodded and quickly curled up on my lap, putting her arms around my neck and gazing at me fondly.

I put my arm around her, enjoying the feeling of her warm body next to mine, and lay my head on the back of the couch. I must have dozed off, because when I opened my eyes again, Kendall was lightly running her index finger over my temples, right along my hairline. It felt indescribably nice.

“How long was I asleep?” I asked, stifling a yawn.

“Not long, you were just dozing. Ten minutes, maybe.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Don’t be. You’re adorable when you’re asleep.”

“Thanks,” I said, my face warming.

“You’re adorable when you blush too.”

That only made things worse.

“Maybe you could try blushing while you’re asleep,” she suggested less-than-helpfully.

“Don’t tempt me.”

“I’d do no such thing.”

“Sure you wouldn’t,” I said.

“Cross my heart.”

I arched my eyebrows skeptically.

When her smile faded, she gazed at me intently, her bright blue eyes holding my own. Then she gave me an unmistakable look. Kiss me, she said with her expression alone.

Who was I to refuse?

As we kissed, slowly and sensually, I ran my hand along her thigh. Then I pulled her tight against me with the hand around her waist, and she whimpered into my mouth. We broke the kiss for only a moment, both of us breathing a little heavier. Then her lips sought mine again and she pressed herself against me, her nipples hardening as she did.

My tongue slid along hers and then I captured one of her lips with my teeth. As I nipped it gently, I pulled back and gazed into her suddenly open eyes. I smiled at her, my eyes crinkling, then released her lip. With an expression of pure heat, she tilted her head and once again crushed her lips against my own.

We kissed for a long time, letting our desire build slowly. My hands roamed over her body as we did, and I simply enjoyed the feeling of her soft curves and smooth skin. As I touched her, lightly at times, with more pressure and longing at others, my dick slowly hardened. She felt it pressing against her thigh and then pulled back, her eyes glittering.

“Maybe you were thinking about sex after all?” she asked with a wet-lipped grin.

“You make it hard not to.”

“Is that a bad pun?”

I grinned and shrugged theatrically.

“I’ll take that to be a yes,” she said.

Instead of verbally sparring with her—since I would’ve been at a disadvantage—I simply pulled her toward me again and kissed her. She arched her back, which pressed her lush breasts into my chest, and moaned softly, the sound muffled by my mouth. I ran my right hand through her lustrous hair and pulled her closer still, crushing her lips with my own.

She cupped my face and kissed me passionately, whimpering softly as she did. I felt her breath flutter against my cheek as I tweaked one of her nipples. When I gently circled it with my thumb, she began squirming and moaning insistently.

“Let me get a rubber,” I said as we broke the kiss.

“I’ll get it,” she said breathily. “Where are they?”

“That’s okay, I can—”

“Shhhh. I want you to watch me as I walk across the room. I like it when you do. Your eyes light up.”

“Well,” I said, “you’re a beautiful girl.”

“I’m a beautiful woman, Paul,” she said seriously.

“You’re both.”

“Fair enough. Now, about those rubbers…”

I told her where they were and she kissed me as she got up. When she walked across the room, she did something funny with her feet, but the effect was stunning. Instead of simply putting one foot in front of the other, she sort of crossed them with each step. With a flip of her hair and a sultry look over one shoulder, she opened my dresser drawer. A moment later, she retrieved a foil packet and then pushed the drawer shut.

Then she did something even more amazing. She looked over her shoulder to make sure I was paying attention. When she saw that I was, she straightened her shoulders, gracefully turned on the balls of her feet, lowered her chin, and gave me a steamy, sultry, lustful look. As she walked toward me, she did the cross-over steps thing again, which made her hips sway deliciously. The look and the walk were two of the sexiest, most alluring things I’ve ever seen.

“One of the girls in my class was a model,” she said as I swallowed hard. “One day, she was teaching some of the other girls how to walk.” When I looked up, our eyes met and she smiled hungrily. “I was paying attention too,” she said with a final sashay.

“I could tell. That was incredibly hot.”

“You look incredibly hot, too.”

I suddenly glanced down and imagined the sight I must have made, my erection resting against my stomach with a glistening drop of pre-come oozing out.

With a grin, she spread my legs and slowly knelt between them.

“I’m ready to go,” I said. “Lemme have the rubber.”

Instead of handing me the packet, she shook her head. “I’m not ready yet.” When I arched my eyebrows inquisitively, she continued. “I’ll get wet as I suck you,” she said.

“Oh,” I replied, blinking. “You’re not wet yet?”

She shook her head again.

“D’you want me to go down on you?”

“Shhhh. I want to suck you. It’ll get me wet and I’ll enjoy it.”

“You get wet when you suck me?”

“Mmm hmm. I like knowing I’m giving you pleasure. It… it gets me all hot.”

Without further ado, she lifted my shaft and slowly tongued it, maintaining eye contact as she did. Once again, I was struck by how different her technique was from Gina’s. Gina was very good, and enthusiastic, but Kendall made love to my dick. She didn’t rush things. Instead, she languidly sucked me while paying attention to my reactions. When she sensed my delight, she made sure to keep doing whatever had engendered it. After several glorious minutes, she sat up and gazed at my saliva-slick cock. Then she brandished the foil packet.

“I think I know how to put this thing on,” she said, her voice husky with desire.

I had to suppress a chuckle. She sounded just like her mother had at the party.

“What were you just thinking?” she asked as she rolled the sheath over my erection.

“I was thinking how much you sounded like your mother,” I answered with candor that surprised me.

“Oh?” She straddled my hips with an arched eyebrow and then grasped my latex-encased member.

“Saturday night, at the party,” I said as she set the tip against her opening. I paused when she rubbed the sensitive head back and forth, spreading her abundant moisture. She was right, I thought. She does get wet when she sucks me.

“What about it?”

“Your mom was tipsy, and a little horny.”

She nodded and then closed her eyes as she sank onto my rod.

When I recovered from the sensation of being suddenly buried in her tight pussy, I continued. “So I was thinking… you sound just like your mom when you’re horny.”

“I don’t think my mom even gets horny,” she said. She gently bit her lip and her nostrils flared as she settled upon me and slowly grew accustomed to my girth.

“Oh,” I reassured her, “she does. She was really hot for your dad the other night.”

“Yeah, right,” she replied with sarcastic distraction. “I don’t think my mom knows what sex is.”

“She had you and Drew,” I said. When she began to grind her hips, I ran my hands over her torso, tweaking her nipples with my thumbs as I did.

“Okay,” Kendall admitted, her breathing a little rapid, “so she’s had sex at least twice.”

“Oh, I’m sure your parents have had sex more than that.”

She shook her head as she slowly rode me, her eyes still closed.

“I’ll bet they do,” I whispered, my hands finally settling on her hips.

“You don’t know them. They’re so incredibly…” She stopped speaking and rocked her hips. “Ah… this is nice…” Then she licked her lips as her eyes fluttered open. “They’re so incredibly straitlaced,” she resumed. “I never even hear them talk about sex.”

“Think what you’d like,” I said, lifting my hips.

“Sorry, you just don’t know what they’re like.”

“I guess,” I said with a grin.

If she thought her parents weren’t having sex, she was deluding herself. Kendall got her physical reactions from somewhere. And as much as she obviously enjoyed riding my dick, I’d bet any amount of money that her mother enjoyed it just as much with her father.

Oh, yes, I thought to myself, your parents are definitely having more sex than you imagine.

Instead of pondering how much sex Kendall’s parents were having, I concentrated on the sex that we were having. With a wry smile, I pulled her against me and ran my hands over her back. When I reached her ass, I cupped her cheeks and rocked my pelvis upward, burying myself in her snug channel. She whimpered and clutched me with rising passion.

Her breasts pressed against my chest as she rose slightly, tilted her hips back, then let herself back down. She repeated the motion several times, rubbing her clit against the hard base of my shaft each time. When she started to speed up, I put restraining hands on her hips and held her in place.

“Take your time,” I whispered in her ear.

“What happens if someone comes back and sees us? Your parents? Or Erin?”

“Then I’ll politely ask them to leave so we can fuck like bunnies in private.”

Despite her best attempt to remain focused, she laughed.

“There, that’s better. Like I said, take your time. I don’t wanna come yet.”

“But what if I do?” she asked.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make sure your toes curl.”

“You’re so smug.”

I shrugged. “I know what I’m doing.”

“You really think so?” she quipped as she started moving again, albeit slower than before.

“Mmm hmm. I was taught well.”

“So Susan taught you how to do this?” she asked without a hint of jealousy.

“Yep.” As Kendall leaned back, I took the opportunity to run my hands up her taut stomach and cup her breasts. “She also taught me to do this,” I said with a mischievous grin. With that, I leaned forward and began sucking her nipples.

“Oh, my goodness. Yes!”

I alternated between them, pulling the little buds to erection with my lips. She arched her back and held my head against her softness.

“Remind me to thank her sometime,” she said breathlessly.

“Is now a good time? I can go get her.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she said in nervous disbelief.

“Wanna bet?”

“No!” she blurted. “No, I know you’re serious. Please don’t leave me like this.”

“I wouldn’t, sweetie. I was just kidding.”

She rocked her hips back and forth, closed her eyes, then bit her lip to keep from crying out. I grinned to myself and watched in fascination as her breasts swayed from side to side with the motion of her body.

When she started gyrating her hips, I merely sat back and gazed at her, playing with her breasts as I did. She was lost in her own little world, working up to her orgasm, and I was more than content to help her get there. I’d kept the pace deliberately slow, to allow her to work up a real head of steam, and judging by the powerful twinges from her internal muscles, she was bound for a colossal release.

Several delightful minutes later, her chest and face flushed darker still and I knew her climax was imminent. Her pussy was spasming wildly and her hips were in constant motion. I sat up a little, hooked my arms under her shoulders, and pulled her forward. Then I lifted my head and captured one of her nipples, flicking my tongue against its puckered surface and making her gasp in pleasure.

While I alternated between her breasts, making lewd sucking noises as I pulled at them with my lips, she began to pant and whimper softly. As she worked herself against my shaft, her cries became more insistent. I grinned shamelessly and rocked my hips in time with her, fueling her passion.

When she came, it was explosive but silent. Her back bent and she buried her head in the hollow of my neck. I felt a flow of moisture around the base of my cock as her pussy clenched me and then rippled with the effects of her release. She panted and shook as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

As her orgasm finally began to subside, she mewled softly and cuddled my neck, her silken hair tickling my face. I merely held her close, feeling the thudding rhythm of her heart as she panted. A fine sheen of sweat coated her back as I gently raked my fingernails over her skin, causing her to quiver in pleasure.

“You didn’t come,” she said after a while, her breathing still heavy.

I shook my head.

“Why not?”

“I was enjoying watching you,” I said softly, kissing her shell-like ear as she tucked her hair behind it. When she shivered, I did it again. “And I like making it good for you.”

“My orgasms are always so much better when you’re inside me,” she breathed.

“Mmm hmm.”

“Your hardness gives my muscles something to squeeze against.”

“Yep.”

“And,” she said with a sly grin as she pulled back, “you’re still hard.” Her eyes twinkled as she ground her hips against me.

“Yep.”

“What do you want to do about that?”

“Oh,” I mused, “probably the usual.”

“Which is?”

I grinned roguishly as she arched an elegant eyebrow.

“Yes?” she prompted.

“Oh, I thought I’d go ahead and jerk off. Once you climb off my lap, that is.”

A surprisingly hard fist thumped my chest as her eyes glittered with smiling reproach.

“Okay, okay,” I said hastily, grinning unabashedly. “Maybe we can think of something better.”

“Maybe I’ll let you jerk off,” she retorted.

“You know you’d like that.”

“Yeah,” she said with a rueful grin. “You know me too well.”

“So what should I do?” I asked.

“You could ravish me as you please.”

“Would you like that?”

“Am I still hot and wet?” she asked rhetorically.

“Hmm, lessee,” I said as I pulled back a little and glanced down at where our bodies were still joined.

Her pubic hair, despite its trimmed sparseness, was matted and damp. My own was equally damp and had been crushed by her gyrations.

“You look wet enough,” I said.

“Trust me,” she replied with aplomb, “I’m still wet.”

“And you’re very hot.”

She nodded, her eyes hooded and sultry.

“Say, do you know the melting point of latex?” I asked conversationally. “I mean, it could be a problem if—”

Another fist in the chest.

“Ow! You’re pretty strong… for a girl.”

“For a girl?!”

When she tried to playfully hit me again, I caught her wrist. In a flash, I caught the other one as well. Instead of pushing her back, I used the leverage to pull her forward. Our lips met in a kiss which rapidly turned steamy. This time, it was her turn to gently bite my lip. When she pulled back, she gave me a smoldering look.

“Are you going to hold me down and ravish me?” she asked, glancing at her wrists, which I still held. “I’m a proper young lady. I’d never submit to a scoundrel such as yourself. Not voluntarily, at any rate.”

“Oh, no?”

She shook her head in feigned defiance.

“You really think so?”

Without waiting for her to answer, I rolled to the right and twisted my torso, taking her with me. She ended up on her back with me still between her legs. As I firmly buried myself in her superheated pussy, she grinned at me.

“You can have my body,” she said with an exaggerated Southern accent, “but you’ll never break my spirit.”

“I don’t want to break your spirit,” I said with a grin. “Right now, I just want your body.”

“Yankee swine,” she said loftily. “Ravish me as you like, but I won’t enjoy it—”

I began moving within her, stroking my length into her tightness and making her gasp in pleasure.

“—much,” she finished.

I bent to kiss her and she moaned into my mouth.

“Oh, take me,” she drawled when we broke the kiss.

“Never fear, miss,” I said, my breathing heavy as I thrust into her, “I’m going to.”

After we got cleaned up (I made sure to wrap the used rubber in toilet paper and unobtrusively drop it in the bathroom trash can), we headed down the hill. I stopped at the clubhouse to fix two quick sandwiches and then ate them as we continued to the lake. Once there, Drew and Erin waved to us from the raft.

The swim from the shore to the raft was incredibly refreshing. Kendall wasn’t as strong a swimmer as I was, so I made sure to maintain a pace I knew she could match. I let her climb onto the raft before me and then hoisted myself onto the sun-warmed canvas.

Drew and I eyed each other warily for a moment and then decided that everything was cool between us. On Sunday, I’d pretty much avoided him, since I didn’t want any more trouble.

“What’d you do to your knees?” Kendall asked him.

“Huh?”

“Your knees,” she said, gesturing. “They’re all red.”

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

“What happened?”

His eyes locked with mine and I wondered if I should say something or not.

“I tripped on one of your dumb books,” he said, looking back to Kendall, “getting out of bed yesterday morning.”

“Oh, Drew,” she said. “I’m so sorry.”

“Ah, that’s okay. I’m fine. It didn’t hurt or nothin’.”

“I’ll pick them up first thing after lunch,” Kendall said sincerely.

“I’ll help,” I added with a nod of thanks to Drew.

Evidently, he knew as well as I did that telling Kendall about our little scuffle would only cause problems for both of us. Besides, it was a guy thing, and it would stay between us.

“Hey!” Kendall said suddenly. “Do you wanna have lunch with us, Paul?”

“Yeah, sure.” Then I caught Drew’s eye and pointedly glanced at Erin.

“Hey, Erin,” he asked, picking up the cue, “you wanna have lunch with us too?”

“Sure, I’d love to!”

Mom and Dad took the news in stride. They actually seemed happy to have the time to themselves. Kendall and Drew’s parents were more than delighted to have Erin and me join them. While Melissa, Kendall, and Erin fixed BLT sandwiches in the Winnebago, Adam, Drew, and I sat outside at the picnic table. When everything was ready, the girls trooped out of the camper with plates of sandwiches, a big bowl of potato chips, and a tray of cool drinks. Thankfully, Kendall had brought Erin and me water, but her family all drank iced tea.

The girls chatted about some of the families with younger kids while Adam and Drew talked about football. Given my druthers, I probably wouldn’t have talked about either subject, but I decided to “do the guy thing” and talk about football. I was only a mediocre fan at best, but I paid enough attention to the game to know what they were talking about.

Drew had made the varsity team as their second string strong-side linebacker. But for two weeks before school even began, he’d have summer training. Evidently, Chattanooga was both hot and extremely humid, and he wasn’t looking forward to two-a-days or, worse, three-a-days. Practicing in the stifling heat with all those pads must be brutal.

“You don’t play football, do you, Paul?” Adam asked.

“No. I wrestle.”

“He’s pretty good, too,” Drew added with a sly grin.

“You’re on a team, right?” Adam asked.

I nodded.

“So how’s that work? You don’t wrestle as a team, do you?”

“No,” I said, laughing good-naturedly. “You wrestle guys in your weight class. Well, you wrestle one guy in your weight class. When we have a dual meet, each guy will wrestle the other team’s guy in his weight class. Whoever wins gets points for their team. A tie means you split the points between the teams. Six points for the winning guy’s team. And at the end of the meet, the team with the most points wins. You wrestle one on one, but your results affect the team.”

“So it sounds like it’s an individual sport,” Adam said.

“Sorta. There’s no real teamwork, not like in football, but it’s definitely a team sport.”

“You never wrestle guys in another weight class?” Drew asked.

“Not intentionally,” I said with a grin.

He grinned ruefully in reply.

“But yeah, you do in practice. Last year,” I said, “there was a guy named Bruce who taught me a lot about the sport, and he was in a heavier weight class. It was tough wrestling him, ’cause he was bigger and stronger than me.”

“I’ll bet,” Adam said.

“But it made me a better wrestler,” I added. “I mean, I had to work hard to beat Bruce, and I didn’t do it that often.”

“That makes sense,” Adam agreed. “It made you sharp.”

“But what did he get out of it?” Drew asked.

“Well,” I said, “because I was smaller than him, I was usually quicker, and he had to react faster. Sometimes, he could simply overpower me, but wrestling is about a lot more than just power. It’s also about leverage and timing.”

“No kidding,” Drew said with a short, sharp laugh.

“So I could take down a bigger guy with good leverage and quick reflexes,” I added with a friendly grin.

“Really?” Adam asked skeptically.

“I’d bet he could, Dad,” Drew interjected.

“If I got lucky,” I said.

“Are you boys done talking about how macho you are?” Melissa asked from across the table. “Because if you are, I’ve got a little bit of red velvet cake left. Who wants a piece?”

We all did, so she, Kendall, and Erin went inside to fetch the remainder of the cake. Adam, Drew, and I talked about how football was different from wrestling, and how it was the same.

“Actually,” I said as the women returned with the cake, “a lot of guys on my school’s football team come out for wrestling.”

“They do?” Drew asked.

Kendall set a plate of cake in front of me and I smiled gratefully. Then she sat next to me and discreetly put her hand on my thigh.

“Yeah,” I said, slicing off a large bite of cake with my fork. I noticed with a grin that the three men had fairly large pieces, while the women had smaller ones.

“When I was in school,” Adam said, “we didn’t even have a wrestling team. But I think I’d’ve gone out for it if we had, just to stay in shape over the winter.”

“That’s why a lot of guys do it,” I added. Then I grinned shamelessly. “Some of ’em think we’re fags or something, because we roll around on a mat with other guys. But after the first week of practice, I don’t think anybody thinks we’re soft.”

“Is it that tough?” Drew asked.

I swallowed another bite of cake and nodded emphatically.

“It can’t be tougher than three-a-days,” Drew said skeptically.

“I dunno,” I said with a shrug. “I’ve never done three-a-days. But I know most of the football players quit after the first week. And they survived three-a-days…”

His look said he clearly didn’t believe me.

“Wrestling is hard, man,” I said. “I use muscles I never knew I had.”

“Like which ones?” Adam asked.

“My neck. You’ve got to bridge to keep your shoulders off the mat.”

He nodded.

“And my hands,” I said. “I mean, I’m sure you’ve gotta have strong hands in football, but if I lose my grip on the other guy, he’s going to escape. Or worse, he’ll reverse and maybe pin me. I actually work out my hands with gripper springs.”

“Really?” Adam asked.

“Shake his hand, Dad,” Drew suggested with a smirk.

Adam held out his hand and I obligingly gripped it. When he squeezed, I squeezed in reply. He tightened his grip and so did I. Eventually, we were both turning red and holding our breath. His grip was like an iron band, but I wasn’t about to let up. Finally, by unspoken mutual consent, we both relaxed.

“Damn, son!” Adam gasped as he rubbed his hand.

I rubbed mine as well.

“Adam,” Melissa chided gently.

“Hon, the kid’s strong.”

“That’s still no reason to swear,” she said. “But I guess boys will be boys.”

Adam, Drew, and I shared a conspiratorial grin.

“Okay, ladies,” Melissa said, “let’s get these plates cleaned up and then we can go relax with our macho men down by the lake.”

At the lake, Adam and Melissa dragged their lounge chairs over by my parents. Drew and Erin swam out to the raft with Kendall and me, but they didn’t stay long. After about thirty minutes, Drew asked Erin if she wanted to go for a walk. Kendall and I grinned at her enthusiastic reply.

Once they were gone, the two of us basked in the sun for a while. But it was a hot day, and after an hour or so, we returned to the water to cool off. Dennis and Elaine Raeford were just coming down the hill, so we swam over to the shore near them. Compared to the cold water, the brick of the coping felt nice as Kendall and I rested our arms on their warmth and kicked our feet out behind us.

“Hi,” Elaine called as we approached.

“Did you all have a late lunch?” Kendall asked.

“Nap time,” Elaine replied. “These two are bugaboos if they don’t get their naps.”

“Do you want some help with them?” Kendall asked.

“Sure.”

While Kendall helped with Boo, Dennis slipped two orange “floaties” on Linette. Elaine explained that Linette could swim, but still wanted the security the two arm floats provided. Kendall waded back into the water holding Boo and a Styrofoam lifesaving ring with a cloth seat in the middle. She carefully lowered the toddler into it. With his feet through the holes in the seat, he could kick himself around and splash, but there was no way he could turn over or slip out.

As Dennis followed a dog-paddling Linette across the lake, Kendall swam backward with Boo in tow, both of them laughing playfully. Instead of joining them, I grabbed our towels from the lounger where we’d left them and gallantly picked up Elaine’s large straw bag. Then we headed around the edge of the lake toward the shallow end.

Once there, I helped her lay out a blanket and then I spread our towels next to it. When they reached the shallow end, Dennis and Kendall stayed in the water, playing with Linette and Boo. Soon, a lot of the other children were in the water and playing as well. Kendall motioned for me to join them, which I did.

One of the other dads, a guy named Lon, joined us. For the next hour, Dennis, Lon, and I played with the laughing, screaming children. We swung them around. We let them climb on us. We tossed them toward the deep end. In other words, we had a lot of fun. Kendall’s eyes shone in adoration as she watched me. When Dennis and Lon finally called it quits, exhausted, we left the kids to play by themselves, under the watchful eyes of several sets of parents, of course.

Kendall and I spent the rest of the afternoon with Dennis and Elaine. They were a really cool couple. Elaine did most of the talking, which seemed to suit Dennis just fine. Kendall and I told them about ourselves and Elaine told us about them.

Elaine had moved from Indiana to go to school at the University of Georgia. Dennis was from Athens, Georgia, so he went to the hometown school. They started dating when they were freshmen. Then Dennis had dropped out of school (flunked out, he corrected Elaine with a grin) and gone to work. All through high school, he had worked as a brick mason, so he got a job with his old company. While Dennis worked and she went to school, they kept dating.

When she graduated from nursing school, they both moved to Atlanta so she could get a job. Once she had a steady income, she talked Dennis into going to Georgia Tech, part time. They got married when they found out she was pregnant with Linette, but according to both of them, that they would marry had been a foregone conclusion.

Once Linette was born, Dennis split his time between laying brick, going to school, and helping with the baby. When Barry was born, it was more of the same. Elaine worked some, but mostly she was a stay-at-home mom. (Believe it or not, she said, Dennis could earn more money as a brick mason than she could working as a nurse.)

It had taken Dennis five years, but he finally earned his civil engineering degree. Because of his years of experience as a mason, he was hired straight out of college by a company in Augusta, so the family had moved. Elaine was now a part-time nurse in a doctor’s office and worked three days a week.

Since they’d had to pay for school and a family, this was their first summer vacation since they’d been married. Before, Dennis would’ve worked twelve- or fourteen-hour days in the summers to earn money for tuition. But with his new job, he had vacation time and holidays, and the pay was quite a bit better. Soon, he said, he’d be a Professional Engineer—which evidently took additional training and a certification process—and could “stamp things.”

When I asked him what he meant by stamping things, he explained that just having an engineering degree wasn’t enough to be a Professional Engineer. Evidently, there was a difference between working as an engineer (a professional) and being a Professional Engineer. I could even hear the capital letters in his tone.

At the moment, he was an EIT, an Engineer In Training. Since he’d already spent a year working under a Professional Engineer, he’d have to work two more years and then take a fairly difficult test. If everything went according to plan, he’d then become a Professional Engineer himself (and get a special stamp, like an Architect, he explained). Being a PE would greatly expand his job potential.

After that, he grew quiet again and the conversation turned to other things. Kendall asked about Elaine’s job and they talked about their shared interest in the medical field. Elaine was surprised that Kendall was so focused on becoming a doctor, and gladly answered a multitude of questions. I was enjoying their conversation, so I merely sat back and relaxed.

Toward late afternoon, Erin and Drew returned. When they spotted us, they swam across the lake. Drew appeared relaxed, and Erin looked suspiciously happy. Once again, I reminded myself to make sure that Erin knew what she was up to. I wasn’t going to butt into her life, but I was her big brother, and being protective was my job.

“What’re you all doing over here?” she asked as they waded toward us.

“Talking to Elaine and Dennis,” I said. Then I turned to the older couple. “Have you met Erin and Drew?”

“Not yet,” Elaine replied. After I introduced them, she grinned, glanced at me, then turned her attention back to Erin and Drew. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said. “Are you two together?”

“Um…,” Drew said, suddenly sheepish.

“More or less,” Erin said without hesitation. The look she gave me dared me to say something.

Instead of overreacting, I smiled benignly.

“That’s so cool,” Elaine said.

“What is?” I asked.

“Your girlfriend’s his sister and his girlfriend’s your sister. I don’t know why, but I just think that’s cool. Do either of you get overprotective?”

“Drew and I are cool with it,” I said. “I mean, we’re both pretty protective of our sisters, but I think we’ve come to an understanding. I’m cool to his sister, and he’s cool to mine. Right, Drew?” I didn’t put any undue emphasis on the words, but Drew took my meaning.

“Yeah,” he said immediately. Then he looked back at Elaine. “We had… um… we had a talk about it.”

“Oh, you did?” Kendall asked me with deceptive sweetness.

“Yep,” I replied matter-of-factly.

She arched an eyebrow.

“Well, we had to work out a few… details,” I said with a shrug.

“Details?”

“You know, details.”

“Enlighten me,” she said, assuming a pleasant expression.

“Well,” I said, trying to hide a growing smile, “there was all sorts of paperwork. But the gist of it is that we traded sisters. Now I own you and he owns Erin.” When her jaw dropped and her eyes bugged out, I went for the coup de grâce. “I mean, I thought it was a fair trade. I had to give him a Pink Floyd LP, three bucks, and a pack of bubble gum, but at least he shared the gum with me.”

“Bubble gum?!” Kendall fumed.

“Grape,” I replied with an ill-concealed grin.

“Grape?!”

Before she could get her hands on me, I leapt to my feet. “Run for your life, Drew! I think she’s gonna blow.”

Laughing maniacally, Drew and I streaked—literally and figuratively—around the edge of the lake. Kendall and Erin were close behind, but we started to pull away from them. Behind us, I could hear Elaine’s ringing laughter mingled with Dennis’s deeper chuckles.

After dinner, Kendall and I sat on the porch outside the clubhouse.

“Grape bubble gum,” she mused, shaking her head.

I shrugged unapologetically.

“You really had me going,” she said.

“I aim to please.”

“Did you and Drew really have a talk?” she asked after a few moments’ silence.

“More or less.”

“So which was it? More? Or less?”

“More less than more,” I replied evasively. “He just wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to hurt you.”

“Your… um… discussion wouldn’t have anything to do with the real reason his knees are skinned up, would it?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to look innocent.

“Come on, you don’t think I can’t tell when my own brother is lying?”

“Look,” I said seriously, “I’m not going to lie to you, but I’m not going to tell you about it either.”

“Why not?”

“It’s a guy thing. Drew and I worked out our… um… differences of opinion, and we’re both cool. I mean, you saw us at lunch. Did we look like two guys who’re ready to rumble?”

“No,” she admitted.

“See? So I’m not going to tell you about it, but Drew and I are cool.” I could tell that she wanted to ask more, but she accepted my answer at face value.

“You didn’t know that Erin and Drew were together, did you?” she asked, changing the subject.

“What makes you say that?”

“The look on your face. And the look on Erin’s face. She looked defiant, like she was daring you to say something about it.”

“Erin’s a big girl.”

“No, she’s not,” Kendall said. “She’s not even fourteen yet. Drew wouldn’t force her or anything, but he’s smooth.”

“How do you mean?”

“He’s got a reputation as a Casanova. He goes through girls pretty quick back home.”

I nodded thoughtfully. That made sense, seeing as how he’d charmed virtually all the younger teenage girls.

“He’s not a bad guy,” she continued, “when he’s not trying to boss women around, but, well…”

“I think I understand,” I said. “I’ve been meaning to ask Erin about it, just to make sure she’s not… well… you know, in over her head.”

“You should,” she agreed. “Be circumspect about it, though. You don’t wanna seem too nosy or overprotective. That’ll drive her the other direction. Just let her know what’s up, and if she ever needs to talk about anything, she can come to me.”

“You? Not me?”

“Me,” she said firmly.

“Yeah, I guess you do understand people better than me.”

She nodded succinctly, in the understatement of the year.

We spent the rest of the evening talking and simply enjoying ourselves. It really was nice to not think about sex for a change. Much as I enjoyed sex with Kendall—and Gina—I definitely liked the quiet time as well. Kendall liked touching me, and I was more than happy to let her. It wasn’t sexual or anything; she just liked my arm around her. So we sat on one of the couches in the clubhouse, relaxed, and talked until just before midnight.

On Tuesday, I woke up at my usual time. Even though I liked to sleep in as much as any other teenager, I guess my body was used to waking up at a certain time. And unless I was exhausted, that’s what it was going to do. Whether I liked it or not.

So I quietly slipped down the ladder and then headed outside with my workout shorts in hand. Even though I’d skipped my regular Monday workout, I decided to stick to my schedule and do my Tuesday routine.

When I was cooling down with the jump rope, Kendall walked up, laid her towel on the porch steps, and sat down to watch me. I smiled tightly and kept up my rhythm. By the time I was done, I was winded, but felt really good. I don’t know why it was, but I always felt good after a hard workout (except when I worked my abs).

“You wanna join me for a shower?” Kendall asked when I coiled the rope and put it on the porch with my weights.

“Sure. Lemme get my towel.”

Once in the shower, I washed Kendall’s hair. Since no one was around, I washed the rest of her too, enjoying the feeling of her soap-slick skin under my hands. Unfortunately, when it was her turn to wash me, Elaine walked into the clubhouse. As soon as she saw us, she walked over to say hello.

“Morning,” she said, stifling a yawn.

“Morning,” Kendall and I chorused.

“Where’re Dennis and the kids?” Kendall asked.

“Oh,” Elaine replied, “I get up early and make coffee while Denny takes care of the kids. In the evenings, I take care of the kids while he cooks dinner.”

“That sounds fair,” I said.

“Mmm hmm,” she said with a nod. “Especially since he’s the early morning person and I don’t really get going until I’ve had my first cup of coffee.”

I nodded as Kendall reluctantly stepped out of the shower to dry herself. Then I lathered up the washcloth and began soaping my chest.

Elaine lingered for a moment before yawning again. “I’d better get going on that coffee,” she said with a grin. “I’ll see you guys later.”

“I like her,” Kendall said on the way up to my cabin. “And Dennis is pretty cool too.”

I nodded.

“Did you realize that you’re built just like him?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe that’s why Elaine likes you.”

I shrugged.

“She does, you know.”

“Huh?”

“She’s kinda got the hots for you,” Kendall said with a mischievous grin.

“What makes you think that?” I asked nervously. I guess I was used to the way Gina reacted to things, and I waited for Kendall to panic or become suspicious. I wasn’t prepared for her rather clinical appraisal.

“The way she looks at you,” she said. “I dunno, I can just tell. I don’t think she’s gonna try to jump your bones or anything, but you’re definitely her type.”

“How do you know all this?” I asked. “I mean, I see the same things you do. Right?”

“Probably,” she said with a shrug. “But I think I’ve been paying attention to people a lot longer than you have. And… well… I’m a woman. I can just tell that she likes you.”

“So because I have a penis, I can’t see what you see?”

“No, it’s not that at all,” she said soothingly. “It’s just that when I see her react to you, I can compare it to how I react to you. I know this is gonna sound corny, but sometimes when I see you, I get weak in the knees.”

I looked at her sharply and she grinned.

“And watch my eyes sometime,” she continued. “When you’re around, I pay attention to you; my eyes follow you. Elaine does that. She’s not real obvious about it, but you’d better believe she’s watching you.”

“But what makes you think she’s got the hots for me?”

“About a dozen little things, none of which I can think of right now,” she said. “No, wait! Remember when we came back from the quarry and Gina and I helped out with the kids?”

“Yeah. What about it?”

“When we got out of the shower, Gina and I dried Linette and Boo, and Elaine threw your towel to you.”

I nodded.

“Do you remember that she stood real close to you?”

“Yeah,” I agreed guardedly.

“People have this thing about their personal space.” When I furrowed my brow in puzzlement, she explained. “We like to have a certain amount of space around us, so we know we’re not going to bump into anyone. It’s more complicated than that, but it’s basically a buffer zone we don’t like anyone to cross.”

“Okay. I guess that makes sense.”

“So when Elaine leaned close to you, she was not only invading your space, she was… um… I’d guess you’d say she was inviting you into her space as well.”

“Just because she leaned close?” I asked somewhat dubiously. “I get close to guys all the time on the wrestling mat, but I don’t have the hots for any of them.”

“That’s different. With the other wrestlers, it’s not intimate. When Elaine did it, it was to get closer to you, to share a sense of intimacy.”

“Intimacy?”

“Not like you and me,” she said quickly, and with a slight blush. “She just wanted to be… friendly, although it was more than that. Intimate is still the best word.” She paused for a moment and searched for another word. Then she shrugged. “Intimate. That’s the only word that fits. Not really like sex, but sort of an invitation.”

“So she was inviting me to have sex with her?” I asked, trying not to sound as incredulous as I felt.

“No. And yes. Not overtly, at least. She was trying to be… intimate,” she said with a shrug. “I told you, it’s complicated. And I’m sorry I don’t know how to explain it better.”

“That’s all right,” I said. “I’m still just amazed at how much you pick up. I mean, I’m looking at the same things, and I don’t see half of what you do.”

“Sorry,” she said.

“Oh, don’t be. I think it’s cool. And you haven’t been wrong yet. Well, except where you’re concerned.”

“Yeah, I guess I do sorta have a blind spot about myself.”

“You’ve got a couple of blind spots,” I said. “Like your parents. You may think they’re prudes, but they’re not.”

She shook her head in disagreement.

“No, seriously,” I pressed. “Think about it. Watch them together sometime. They’re really affectionate, but it’s all subtle things.”

“I dunno…”

“And think about this,” I said. “You like sex with me, right?”

She blushed, but nodded with a reserved smile.

“It feels good?”

“Very good,” she said quickly.

“And you look like your mom, don’t you?”

Another nod.

“So what makes you think you’re not… um… more like your mom?”

“How do you mean?” she asked.

“I mean that if you like sex so much, doesn’t it make sense that your mom would like it too?”

“No.”

“Blind spot,” I reprimand gently. “You’ve heard the expression ‘Like father, like son’?” When she nodded, I continued. “So doesn’t it make sense to say ‘Like mother, like daughter,’ too?”

“I guess.”

“Then work backward to the source,” I said with quiet insistence. “If you’re the way you are, chances are pretty good that you got it from your mother.”

She was silent, but I could tell she was thinking.

“So it only makes sense that your mom probably enjoys sex as much as you do, right?”

“But she’s so… straight.”

“Maybe it’s because that’s what she wants you to see.”

“I dunno…”

“Trust me. You’re not the only one who’s perceptive. You may be a lot more observant than I am, but I’m not blind.”

At that, she laughed lightly. “About some things, you’re not. But about others…” She shook her head in mock sorrow and grinned at me.

“But I’m not wrong about this. I don’t know your parents as well as you do, but that may be your problem.”

“You mean I’ve got preconceptions?”

“I guess.”

“Maybe you’re right,” she finally conceded.

“I know I’m right,” I said as I slipped my arm around her waist.

We had already reached my cabin and spread my wet towel on the porch rail, and at the moment, we were walking toward her camper.

“Do you wanna eat with your folks?” I asked. “Or down at the clubhouse?”

“Hmm?” she asked absently. “Oh, sorry. The clubhouse is fine, I guess.”

“Uh-huh,” I said quietly.

For a few moments, I enjoyed watching her as she thought about the implications of what I’d said. I was curious about her lack of jealousy where Elaine was concerned, and resolved to ask her about it, but that was a conversation for later. For the time being, she seemed to be actually thinking about her parents’ relationship, so I let her continue.

At her camper, she distractedly told her mother that she was going to eat with me in the clubhouse. When Melissa looked at me quizzically, I merely smiled and shrugged. Then Kendall and I turned and headed down the hill. She was deep in thought as we walked, so I simply steered her in the right direction.

After breakfast, Kendall and I headed down to the lake. My parents walked with us and we chatted about the weather. It looked to be another hot day, with hardly a cloud in the sky. Once we reached the shore, Mom and Dad settled into lounge chairs.

Kendall didn’t feel like lying out just yet, and neither did I, so we waded into the cool water. As we swam across the lake at a leisurely pace, I caught up with her and we swam abreast for a few moments. Once my feet could reach the sandy bottom, I stopped and pulled her into my arms.

“Hello, stranger,” she said as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

My shrunken penis seemed to revel in the warmth between her legs, but as far as anyone on the shore could tell, we were simply embracing. I enjoyed having her close to me, and her floating breasts with their cold-hardened nipples looked delicious. She followed my glance and then grinned.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” she said.

“Oh?”

“About my parents.” Then she shrugged. “I know they probably have sex, but… I just can’t see them as anything but my parents. Trust me, they are straitlaced.”

“I guess.”

“And they’d go through the roof if they knew we were having sex.”

“You may be right about that,” I granted.

“I’m just glad we’ve been able to hide it from them.”

I chuckled.

“What?”

“I was just thinking,” I said. “Every time I think I’ve gotten away with something, I come to find out that my parents knew what was going on all along.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that my parents are pretty smart, and I probably don’t get away with half the things I think I do.”

“And?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if your parents were the same way.”

“No way,” she said with finality. “If they knew we were having sex, my mom would flip.”

Before I could reply, we heard a shout from the shore.

“Kenda’!” (Boo couldn’t pronounce Kendall’s name very well.)

Back at the steps leading into the lake, the Raeford family waved to us. Boo jumped up and down as Kendall and I waved in reply. Kendall unwrapped her long legs from around my waist, kissed me quickly on the cheek, then turned to swim toward the family. With a grin, I followed, easily keeping pace with her.

“Hi again,” Elaine said as we waded up the steps. “Mr. Barry Boo wanted ‘Kenda’ to swim with him across the lake,” she said almost apologetically.

“Would you like that?” Kendall asked the excited toddler.

“Yep,” he said, dragging the Styrofoam ring toward her. “Let’s go.”

Dennis grinned at me as he slipped the orange water wings over Linette’s arms and then followed her as she splashed into the cold water. He hissed as he waded deeper, then finally plunged in after her. Once Kendall had Boo situated in his ring, she blew me a kiss and began swimming backward with him.

“It looks like Barry really likes Kendall,” I commented.

“I think it runs in the family,” Elaine replied with a smile.

I turned and raised my eyebrows in surprise.

“Kendall… reminds Dennis of someone.”

I found myself at a loss for words.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Elaine said, laughing softly. “He’s not going to try to steal your girlfriend.”

“I wasn’t worried,” I said somewhat diffidently.

“I bet you weren’t,” she said appraisingly. Then she grinned. “C’mon. Since the kids have got both my husband and your girlfriend, you’ll have to settle for me.” Then she blinked artfully. “You do want to, don’t you?”

“Want to what?” I asked cautiously.

“Bring your towels around and hang out with us, of course,” she said with a smile.

Was it a suggestive smile? Did she really want to have sex with me? Had Kendall been right? Again?

“Cat got your tongue?”

“Um… no, sorry,” I said, blushing. “Sure, we’d love to hang out with y’all.”

Her eyes glittered as I turned to fetch our towels. As I walked toward Mom and Dad, I had the eerie feeling that Elaine was watching me.

“Okay, honey,” Mom said when I told her I was going to the other side of the lake. “Have fun.”

I picked up Elaine’s large bag on the way by and we walked around the lake in silence. On my part, the silence was a little nervous. I got the feeling that her silence was mischievous. I know her grin certainly was.

“So what’s the deal with you and Gina?” Elaine asked a little later.

Dennis and Kendall were still in the lake, playing with the children. I’d been watching Dennis, and while he wasn’t overt about it, he sure did like looking at Kendall. I liked looking at her too, but that wasn’t the point.

The big thing that redeemed him, I realized, was that when he talked to Kendall, he actually made eye contact with her. And he talked to her like an adult. I think that did more for Kendall than anything else he could’ve done. So I guess in her mind, if he liked looking at her body, that was probably all right, as long as he treated her like a person.

“You mean Kendall, right?” I asked, turning away from the lake.

“No. What’s up with you and Gina?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” I hedged.

“Right,” she said with mocking skepticism. “I saw you guys together, remember?”

“Saw us together?” I asked, my mouth suddenly dry. What had she seen? Had she seen us having sex? Would she tell Kendall’s parents? Would she…? With a silent laugh, I realized that Kendall didn’t have a monopoly on panic.

“When you got back from that hike,” she said. “You know, Saturday? We were all in the shower together?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said, hoping my relief wasn’t obvious.

“So what’s up with you two? Actually, what’s up with you three?”

“I still don’t know what you mean,” I said, playing dumb.

“Yes you do.”

I swallowed hard.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me,” she said with a shrug. “I was just curious how a guy your age manages two girls at once. But if you don’t want to tell me, that’s cool. I just thought you’d have to be pretty mature to do it and keep both girls happy.”

I looked at her levelly, trying to decide if she were teasing me or being serious.

“Sorry, I was just curious. Really. You’re sixteen, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And Gina’s sixteen too?”

I nodded.

“Kendall’s seventeen?”

Another nod.

“Now that I’ve gotten to know you guys a little better, I can understand why she likes you. And she’s pretty mature for seventeen. But I don’t think you’ll meet many girls her age who’ll share their boyfriend with another girl.”

“Not likely,” I said.

“So I was curious,” she continued. “I guess I wanted to know the secret behind the guy who can keep two women happy. There are a lot of older guys who aren’t mature enough to pull that off. But really, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“Sorry,” I said. “It’s not you. It’s just that… well… I don’t talk about it much.”

She nodded in understanding. “Another point in your favor,” she added.

“Thanks,” I said, blushing.

“Are they both your girlfriends?” she asked. “Or do you and Kendall just let Gina join you?”

“It’s not like that,” I said quickly.

“Uh-huh,” she replied suspiciously. “Listen, I’m not going to tell anyone, if that’s what you’re worried about. I just thought it was really cool that you’re mature enough to handle two women at once. You seem like a really nice guy, not cocky or anything, so I figured you must have something going on. You and Kendall seem really serious about each other, and that’s cool. As I said, not many guys your age pay attention to women the way you do. And it’s kinda nice to meet a guy who actually treats us with respect.”

I nodded in thanks.

“So don’t worry about it,” she said. “Forget I asked. I understand why you don’t wanna talk about it, and that’s cool.”

We were silent for a few minutes, and I studied her. She appeared genuinely curious. And although I had a growing suspicion Kendall had been right about Elaine’s attraction to me, I didn’t see any harm in telling her a little about us.

“This is just between us, right?” I asked.

“Definitely,” she said without hesitation. “Although…,” she added more thoughtfully. “I’ll probably tell Dennis a little about it, since he was curious too. And don’t tell me anything that Kendall wouldn’t want you to tell.”

“I probably shouldn’t tell you anything about it,” I said, reconsidering.

“But I’m dying to know,” she said with a grin. “You’ve really got my curiosity piqued.”

“Yeah, but it’s not just me we’re talking about. It’s Kendall and Gina too.”

“I understand.”

“You really wanna know?” I asked.

“Yeah, I do. As I said, Dennis was curious too. So… yeah.”

“Okay,” I said. “Lemme talk to Kendall.”

When I waded out into the lake, Kendall looked up and smiled. As I drew near, Elaine called to Dennis and the kids.

“What’s up?” Kendall asked as I took her hand and pulled her toward the deep end.

“You’re not gonna believe it,” I said. When a look of worry crossed her face, I quickly explained. “It’s nothing bad, just… weird. Well, not really weird, but… well… it’s something we need to talk about.”

“What is it?”

I quickly paraphrased my conversation with Elaine. Kendall listened intently and didn’t ask any questions. When I was done, she grinned.

“See? I told you she has the hots for you.”

I rolled my eyes. “But she was asking about our relationship,” I said insistently. “She was really curious.”

“Sweetie, she saw us Saturday morning in the shower. When we… you know.”

I nodded.

“Then she saw us after we got back from the quarry, when Gina was with us. Besides, she told you herself that she’d pretty much figured out there was something going on with the three of us.”

I nodded again.

“She and Dennis seem really cool, too.”

“Do you trust them?”

“Yeah,” she said. “I do.”

“You don’t think they’d tell your parents?”

To my surprise, she laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“Us. You’re worried about who might tell my parents and I’m the one calming you down. Talk about role reversal.”

I grinned sheepishly.

“Now that I know them better,” she said, shaking her head, “I don’t think there’s any way they’d want to get us in trouble.”

“You’re sure? I just…”

“I know,” she said, kissing me tenderly. “You’re protective.”

“So you think we should tell her?”

“Do you want to?” she asked.

“Well…”

“You do,” she accused playfully. “You can’t wait to tell her about how two girls—”

“Two gorgeous girls,” I interjected.

“—two gorgeous girls are completely head over heels for you.”

The way I blushed, I’m sure I didn’t need to open my mouth in reply.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

“You don’t mind?” I asked.

“Well, I don’t think we need to make a habit of it, but Elaine and Dennis seem cool enough.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” she said cheerfully. “It’ll be fun.” Then she turned coquettish. “Besides, I kinda like to show off too. After all,” she added with a wry grin, “I’ve got a gorgeous guy who’s head over heels for me.”

Smug expression or not, I couldn’t resist the temptation to kiss her. When I pulled back, she pressed her forehead to mine and grinned.

“And if this is the reaction I get,” she whispered, “I think we should tell even more people.”

“Let’s not get carried away too soon,” I said with a laugh as we turned toward the shallow end once more.

When we got back to Elaine and Dennis, their kids were playing with two other children. The parents, Lon and Betty (Elaine introduced us), were sitting about thirty feet away, watching all four children.

As we sat down on our towels, Elaine looked up hopefully. She and Kendall seemed to have a silent conversation and then the older woman laughed nervously.

“You’re sure you’re only seventeen?” she asked Kendall.

“I’m sure.”

“Some of the women I work with aren’t as mature as you.”

“Thanks,” Kendall said with a shy grin.

“So what’s it like?” Elaine asked without preamble. “Sharing him, I mean.”

Kendall grinned and turned to me, so I quickly explained about Gina. I didn’t go into any sexual details, but I told Elaine that Gina and I had been together since the year before. I then explained about meeting Kendall, and how we’d gotten to know each other after Gina had left for the summer.

“So Gina was your girlfriend first?” Elaine asked.

Kendall nodded.

“Really? I wouldn’t’ve imagined that. You two,” she said, nodding to Kendall and me, “seem made for each other.”

“Gina got him first,” Kendall said with a shrug.

“So how did the three of you get together?”

When Kendall once again deferred to me, I explained. As with before, I didn’t go into any sexual details, and I certainly didn’t tell her about my parents’ swinging, but I basically told her how Gina and I had talked about it, then how I had talked to Kendall.

“So Gina wanted Kendall to join you?” Elaine asked in disbelief.

Kendall and I nodded at the same time.

“So how’s that work?” Elaine asked.

Kendall and I looked at each other and she blushed. Then to my surprise, she explained that she and Gina had “come to an agreement” about me. And while Kendall didn’t come right out and say that Gina liked girls, I’m pretty sure Elaine understood.

When Kendall asked why they were so curious, Elaine told us about a movie she and Dennis had seen when they were first dating. It was called Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice. Neither Kendall nor I had any idea what the movie was about, so Elaine described the plot. It was about wife swapping, more or less.

According to her, the movie was overrated and a little boring, but they’d been curious about the lifestyle ever since. We were the first couple they’d ever met who actually had a similar relationship. Elaine explained that Kendall even looked like one of the movie’s stars, Natalie Wood (which went a long way toward explaining Dennis’s attraction).

As midmorning progressed to late morning, and we all grew even more comfortable with one another, the conversation gradually became more sexual. Dennis and I shared a grin as the women talked. Neither of us felt the need to interrupt them. They made sure to keep their voices low so they wouldn’t be overheard, but their conversation was animated and far more candid than I imagined possible. They didn’t talk about specific details, but that seemed to be the only thing that was off limits.

By the time lunchtime arrived, I was half hard and so was Dennis. Even the women seemed excited. Then Elaine turned to me and her eyes twinkled.

“Have you ever had a threesome with two men and a woman?” she asked.

I shook my head.

“Oh,” she said, a little disappointedly. Then she shook her head in wonder. “You realize you’re living every man’s fantasy?”

Dennis nodded with a sly grin.

“Yeah,” I said. “I guess I am.” Then I reached for Kendall’s hand. “But I’ll tell you the truth. It’s a lot of work keeping up with two women.”

At that, Dennis actually laughed out loud.

“Hard work, indeed,” Elaine said with a grin of her own. Then she looked up as Linette walked over to us.

“Mommy, I’m hungry,” the blonde girl said.

“Okay, honey, we’ll go get some lunch.” Then she looked at Kendall and me. “Hey,” she asked suddenly, “would you guys like to have lunch with us? We’d love for you to join us.”

When I looked at Kendall, she nodded.

“Sure,” I said. “We’d love to.”

Conversation at lunch wasn’t as explicit as before, since Linette and Barry were at the table, but the sexual tension was almost palpable. On the way up the hill, Kendall had given me “the look,” and Dennis seemed to be getting a similar version of it from Elaine.

At that point, I began to worry about where things were headed. Elaine and Dennis were obviously interested in swinging, or at least a little experimentation. But I wasn’t sure how much was safe to tell them. I mentally resolved to talk to Susan about it and get her opinion.

As we finished lunch, Kendall offered to help Elaine put Linette and Boo down for their naps. So Dennis and I cleaned up the dishes from our meal while the women headed to the Raeford’s room.

“Thanks for talking to Elaine,” Dennis said as we walked up the hill to the second motel-style building. “She’s been excited about this since she met y’all.”

I nodded.

“I thought she was crazy. When she told me you were sixteen, I thought she was gonna get us thrown out of the camp. Worse, when she told me Kendall’s father was a cop, I just knew we were gonna get arrested. But you’re pretty cool.”

“Thanks,” I said.

“Not like any sixteen-year-old I’ve ever met. You’re just like us, only…”

“Only?”

“Only younger. And you’re a helluva lot luckier than I was when I was your age,” he said with a chuckle.

“I guess.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I figured you’d be arrogant about it. But now that I know you a little better, I can understand why a woman like Kendall is with you.” Then he paused and grinned at me. “You’re one lucky guy.”

“Um… thanks.”

When we reached his room, he turned and shook my hand. Then we looked up as Elaine came outside.

“Linette wants daddy to tuck her in,” she said.

He nodded to me and then turned toward the door.

“Kendall’s still inside with Boo. He wanted her to tuck him in,” Elaine said.

“Ah.”

“Thanks for talking with us.”

“You’re welcome, I guess.”

“You lead a pretty exciting life,” she said.

“Not really,” I replied with a shrug. “I mean, I guess you’re right, I do, but it seems pretty normal to me.”

“Ha! You’ve got two women taking care of you. I wish I had two guys to take care of me.”

I felt my face heating.

“I’d better get back inside,” she said with a grin, “I’ve got an itch I want Dennis to scratch.”

“Oh? You can tell me where it is,” I said. “I could scratch it for you.” She didn’t mean… She couldn’t have… Did I just say what I think I did? What was I thinking?!

“I bet you could,” she said with a thoughtful glance. “Several times,” she added, sotto voce.

“I… um… I mean… uh,” I stammered. I must have turned six shades of red.

“That’s okay,” she said. “I know what you meant.”

Just then, Kendall came out of the room and let the screen door shut softly behind her.

“The kids are asleep,” she said to Elaine.

“Thanks for your help, Kendall,” Elaine said graciously. Then she turned to me with a twinkle in her eye. “Now, I’m going to go see about that itch.”

With that, she smiled, said goodbye, and turned to go. As their room’s interior door began to close, she was already dropping to her knees in front of Dennis. Kendall, who was looking over her shoulder, turned to me and smiled seductively. My embarrassment forgotten, I felt my dick twitch as I pulled her into my arms.

“She certainly had the right idea,” I said softly.

“Do you think so?” Kendall asked coyly.

“Mmm hmm. I definitely think so.” As I pulled her hips against me, my manhood swelled further.

“I think you do. Would you like to go somewhere a little more private?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Let’s be naughty,” she said with a mischievous grin.

I arched an eyebrow.

“I saw my parents walking back down to the lake. The Winnie should be… um… available.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mmm hmm. My parents shouldn’t be back for a while. Besides,” she said, swinging her hips suggestively, “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to do it in the Winnie.”

I think we made it there in record time. As soon as the outer door was shut, I pulled her into my arms. We kissed with growing passion for a few minutes and then I grinned and gently pushed her to her knees.

As she tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled up at me, I grasped my erection. Instead of letting her suck it, I rubbed it along her face. She closed her eyes and inhaled my scent, smiling as she did. As I slowly stroked my length, she kissed my balls and then began running her lips up my shaft. I relinquished my grip as she took over, holding me so she could kiss the underside ridge.

When she reached the tip, she opened her eyes and look up at me with a smile. Then she kissed the glans and trailed her lips down the side. When she reached my pubic hair, she pressed her face against me and nuzzled the base of my cock. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and she stroked softly, sending shivers through my body.

As she inhaled, she tilted her head, kissed my balls again, then shifted my stiffness to the other side of her face. Once again, she nuzzled the base of my cock and then started kissing along the side, working her way back toward the crown. I reached down and ran my fingers through her hair as she swirled her tongue around the sensitive glans.

With a fascinated expression, she gripped my shaft and squeezed gently, stroking me several times. When my cock rewarded her with a drop of pre-come, she softly laughed in delight and then licked it up. Then she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked gently, her eyes closed in concentration.

I held the back of her head as she lovingly tongued the sensitive spot on the underside of my glans. When she withdrew the head from her mouth, she smiled up at me, her eyes twinkling.

“You like that?” I asked.

“Mmm hmm.”

“It’s different with you and Gina,” I said as she rubbed her face along my length.

“Gina likes the reward,” she said as she bumped her chin against my balls and then kissed them. “I like the act.”

“Exactly,” I hissed as she sucked one of my dangling testicles into her mouth and bathed it with her tongue.

With the hand still wrapped around my shaft, she stroked gently as she tongued and sucked my balls, moaning softly as she did. Then she planted open-mouthed kisses along the underside of my length as she moved toward the tip.

“God, I like watching you do that,” I breathed.

“Mmmmm, I like doing it.”

“I’m… ah… glad,” I said, my muscles going taut as she tongued the underside of my head.

“I bet you are,” she said, giving my glans a wet kiss while gazing up at me.

Then she opened her mouth and swallowed the first few inches. I could feel her breath on the top of my shaft as she exhaled. While I luxuriated in the warm wetness of her mouth, I ran both hands through her hair. She moaned softly and closed her eyes. She seemed to be enjoying herself as much as I was, and I smiled to myself at the thought.

When Kendall pulled her lips back, she sucked the tip of my cock and then turned it into a kiss. Then she brought her left hand up and cupped my balls. Her fingers tickled my prostate as she stroked me with her right hand.

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