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Two Plus One - Summer Camp Swingers: Gina Series Book 3

Nick Scipio


Two Plus One

Summer Camp Swingers: Gina Series Book 3

Nick Scipio

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Book 3

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23


About the Author

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Also by Nick Scipio


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



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


Saturday morning, Gina and I were both up early. She came down the hill from her cabin and watched as I did a light workout. When I finished jumping rope, she was grinning at me.

“What?” I asked a little self-consciously.

“You look so… um… manly when you work out.”

“I am manly.” I struck a body-builder’s pose and flexed my pecs, lats, and traps.

Gina cooed appreciatively. “Pretty manly,” she said. “But it’s hard to tell how manly with those shorts on.”

I arched an eyebrow at her.

She leered unrepentantly.

I slipped off my shorts and playfully waved my limp penis at her. “Manly enough for you?”

“Anybody can wave that silly thing around,” she said saucily. “Only a real man knows how to use it.”


Her eyes glittered mischievously as she nodded.

“Okay. Let’s go down to the lake,” I suggested. “I wanna cool off.”

Her face fell.

“And I wanna maybe heat up a few strategic body parts.” When she looked up in anticipation, I grinned from ear to ear. “I don’t know which body parts, but I’m sure we can work something out.”

“Or work something in,” she said.

Since it was still quite early, no one was at the lake. After my workout, the water was shockingly cold. Gina and I swam around for a few minutes and then towed the raft toward the shallow end. When we could stand with most of our bodies out of the water, we used the raft as a shield in case anyone came down the hill and saw us.

She sucked me until I was hard and then I had her bend over and support herself on the raft. If anyone saw us, they’d only see us from the chest up. The water came to our thighs, so I took a moment to admire the lines of her back and the curves of her outthrust ass.

“I’m still a little sore back there,” she said. “So be careful.”

I stopped and looked at her in concern.

“Just my… um… just my butt.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded quickly. “Everything else is warmed up and ready to go. Feel for yourself.”

I gently probed between her legs and discovered that her pussy was hot and wet, as promised. I smiled at her and gently eased my manhood inside her. She was still incredibly snug, so I took my time.

She groaned as my girth spread her open.

“Oh, God,” I said, clenching my eyes shut. “You’re so tight.”

“It’s ’cause you’re so big,” she said, panting slightly. “But I love it.”

I knew I wasn’t big, but she seemed more than happy with my size, especially my thickness. We moved against each other for several long, delicious minutes. I played with her breasts and lazily rubbed her clit while I thrust into her. She must have really been worked up, because she came a lot quicker than I expected. It was probably a combination of my cock hitting her inner spot and my fingers on her clit.

Note to self: Remember this position, she likes it.

Whatever it was, her pussy clamped down on my dick and she shuddered in release. I buried myself inside her and rubbed her shoulders and back as she panted from the exertions of her climax. When she recovered enough to move again, she turned her head and looked at me hungrily.

Without saying a word, she pulled away from me, turned, and crouched in the water. Her lips fastened themselves to my cock and she began bobbing her head in front of me. When I was about to come, she wrapped her hand around the base and started pumping me. As I spurted, she greedily swallowed my semen, milking my cock for all I could give her.

After an early breakfast, Gina and Jenny made lunch for our hike to the quarry. Manfred and I went to pack our gear. We went to my cabin first and gathered up what we’d need. At his family’s room, he hauled out a large aluminum-framed backpack and then the two of us started packing our stuff. The inflatable rafts were actually kind of heavy, and I didn’t look forward to carrying mine up there and then back again. But it would be worth it. I was sure of that.

While we were packing, I remembered to thank Manfred for his idea to buy the raft. He grinned lecherously and we carried our packs down to the clubhouse. The girls had prepared sandwiches, potato chips, pickle spears, and fruit cocktail. Once we had all the food packed in Manfred’s larger pack, we put the Cokes in mine, added the girls’ towels, and shouldered our loads. Our parents knew about the hike, so we didn’t even need to tell anyone where we were going before setting out.

Gina started falling back about a half-hour into the hike. Manfred was getting annoyed, and I was getting annoyed at him because of it. I hung back with Gina for a few moments and talked to her quietly. She was pretty distraught, and it took me a few minutes to worm the cause out of her.

She was still a little sore. “Back there,” she said softly, rolling her eyes to indicate her rear.

I could tell she was worried about slowing us down, but I put my arm around her reassuringly and then called out to Manfred.

“What?” he asked in exasperation.

I slipped my pack off and motioned for him to come back down the hill. I met him halfway.

“What’s her problem?” he asked.

“It’s not her problem, Manfred,” I said tightly. “I’ve got a leg cramp, and I’m gonna slow up for a while.”

“You do not. She’s been hanging back ever since we left.”

I frowned.

“What? I just wanna get there,” he said. “Today.

I wanted to hit him. Instead, I took a deep breath, pasted on my most reasonable expression, and actually tried to smile. “We will. We’re just gonna hang back for now.”


“You and Jenny go on. We’ll catch up with you.”

“But you’ve got Jenny’s towel and the suntan oil,” he said.

“Manfred!” I made sure I had his undivided attention before I continued. When I did, I used my dad’s I’m-giving-an-order-and-I-expect-to-be-obeyed voice. “You and Jenny go on ahead. We’ll get there when we get there. Okay?”

One look at my expression and he turned sheepish. “Yeah. Sorry,” he said contritely.

“No problem, man. Besides,” I said, “this way, you two’ll have some privacy before we get there.”

His eyes lit up. “Yeah!”

I smiled. “We’ll probably be about a half-hour to forty-five minutes behind you.”

“Okay,” he said, warming to the idea. “Cool.”

He turned and headed back up the hill. He and Jenny waved to us and then started moving again.

“What was that about?” Gina asked when I returned to her.

“I was ready to beat Manfred within an inch of his life,” I said disgustedly.

“You can go on, if you want.”

I shook my head irritably. When I saw her expression, I softened mine considerably. “I’m sorry, honey. I’m not mad at you. Not at all.”

“I was kinda worried,” she said.

“Nope. I’m frustrated at that horny blockhead,” I said, pointing my thumb over my shoulder. Then I changed my demeanor entirely. I stepped close to her and pulled her into my arms. “I’m in love with you.” I paused for a moment and then scowled while I looked up the hill, growling for effect. “See? That’s frustrated.” Then I kissed her tenderly. “And that is ‘in love.’”

She giggled.

I scowled. “Frustrated.” I smiled and kissed her again. “In love.”

She sighed and leaned against me, her eyes glittering with suppressed laughter.

“Can you tell the difference?” I asked teasingly.

“Yes, my wonderful man. I can tell the difference.” She sounded a little sarcastic, but she also sounded very grateful.

Gina and I took our own sweet time for the rest of the hike. We stopped and rested several times, whenever she felt like it. I didn’t complain once, and I made sure to keep my expression supportive.

We approached the lip of the quarry about a half-hour after Manfred and Jenny should have gotten there. When we arrived, we were greeted by an unexpected sight. Well, I thought wryly, knowing Manfred and Jenny, it wasn’t totally unexpected.

The two of them were on the big flattop rock. Jenny was on her knees and Manfred was standing before her, his hands on his hips. Jenny was sucking his dick and he was clearly enjoying himself. When Gina saw them, she abruptly stopped walking and then looked at me. I slipped my pack off my shoulders and stepped behind her.

I cradled her in my arms and bent to whisper in her ear. “You do like to watch, don’t you?”

She nodded wordlessly.

“It gets you all hot and wet when you see other people having sex. Doesn’t it?”

Another nod.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re horny,” I said. “Do you know how hard I had to work not to have sex with you when we were watching our parents?”

“You shouldn’t’ve worked so hard,” she said distractedly.

I smiled to myself and reached for her pussy.

She was already soaking wet.

“I’m not working so hard now,” I said.

She whimpered and leaned against me.

While we watched Jenny give Manfred a blowjob, I played with Gina’s pussy. I moved my fingers in lazy circles over her clit, teasing her. My hard-on pressed against her ass and she thrust back against me.

On the rocks, Jenny pulled Manfred’s long, thin dick from her mouth and started pumping him. She aimed his shaft at her chest and stroked.

“What a waste,” Gina said wistfully.

For a split second, I had visions of Gina sucking Manfred and swallowing his come. I didn’t know why the thought occurred to me, but more importantly, I didn’t really know how I felt about the idea.

“If I were her,” Gina said, as if reading my mind, “I’d swallow.”

How did I feel about the idea of seeing Gina with another guy? In a way, it made me incredibly jealous. But in a way, it also made me incredibly horny. If I could separate love and sex for myself, why couldn’t I separate love and sex where she was concerned? Could I? Could I watch her have sex with another guy, yet still know she loved me?

I simply didn’t know the answer to that question. I didn’t want to think I’d be jealous, but I had a visceral reaction to the idea of someone else having sex with her. But was my visceral reaction resentment or desire? Probably a little of both, I reluctantly admitted to myself.

Gina was a very beautiful girl, and the idea of sharing her beauty with another guy kind of appealed to me. I could only share if I knew she was totally committed to me, though. Did I know that? Was she totally committed to me? What would she think about having sex with another guy? Would she want to watch me have sex with another woman?

No wonder my parents had a solid relationship, I thought.

A low moan from Gina interrupted my musing. Manfred had just come on Jenny’s chest and Gina was grinding her ass against my erection. In a flash, she turned and dropped to her knees in front of me. While she licked and sucked the head of my dick, I stroked myself. In a few short minutes, I was shooting into her willing mouth, my come gushing down her throat.

After Gina and I waited around a few minutes, we noisily “arrived.” Then Manfred and I inflated the rafts while the girls stored lunch in the shade and sank the Cokes into the cold water of the lake.

We went for a quick swim to cool off and then climbed back atop the big rock. Manfred toweled off quickly and let Jenny spread sunblock over his shoulders and back. Even after a week, he was still pale enough to need it. He didn’t have to wear a t-shirt as well, but he’d be lobster-pink without the sunblock.

Much to my surprise, Gina wanted to hang out with Jenny for a while. They climbed onto one of the queen-size rafts and then Manfred and I watched them paddle toward the center of the lake.

“You wanna get on the other raft?” Manfred asked.

“Together?” I asked. I hope I didn’t look as shocked as I felt.

“No way, man. Too weird.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Too weird.”

We looked at each other with the “I’m not a fag” expression all guys know how to make. Finally, we grinned at each other and the tension was broken.

“You go ahead,” I said.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m just gonna do some reading.”

“Suit yourself,” Manfred said. He climbed down the rock, carefully crawled onto the raft, then pushed himself away from the rocks.

I dug into my pack and pulled out a book. Gina had decided to broaden my horizons and had packed not only her book, but one for me. My collection of summer reading—Heinlein, Poul Anderson, H. Beam Piper, and others—had been left at the cabin. Instead, I had a new bookmark (with my name on it, courtesy of Gina) and a copy of some book by a woman named, of all things, Flannery. What kind of name is “Flannery”? I thought. Nonetheless, I flipped open my copy of A Good Man Is Hard to Find and started reading.

What seemed like five minutes later, I was halfway through the book. Funny name or not, Flannery O’Connor could write. No, that doesn’t do her justice. She could write! W-r-i-t-e, write! I was blown away by her stories. They were about the South, and her characters were so real that I felt like I knew them. And the dialog fairly sang. I was so engrossed that I didn’t even notice when Gina, Jenny, and Manfred returned.

Manfred teased me about being a bookworm but I just shrugged it off. Gina’s eyes shone with pride and she assumed a good-natured “I told you so” attitude when she realized how much I’d read. She never said anything about my penchant for science fiction, but I could tell she thought there was more to literature than space ships and robots. Boy, was she right!

Once Manfred and the girls were back on the rock, we ate lunch and generally acted like teenagers, talking about music, school, movies, TV shows, and anything else that suited our fancy. After we ate, Manfred and Jenny wanted to hike to the top of the falls. They rolled up one of the blankets and headed out. Gina and I relaxed on the sun-heated rock for a while, simply enjoying each other’s company.

“What did you and Jenny talk about?” I asked after a while.

“Girl stuff. Nothing much. Why?”

“I was just curious. What kind of girl stuff?”

Girl stuff, silly.”

“I know about girl stuff,” I said. To prove my point, I rolled over and put my hand on her inner thigh. I ran my fingers up her smooth skin and brushed against her mons. “See? I know all kinds of girl stuff.” When she still didn’t say anything, I pressed against the base of her clit.

“Oh!” she breathed. “No fair.”

“Are you gonna tell me?” I asked, rubbing my fingers in small circles.


“Yes.” I quickly licked my finger and then slid it along her slit.

“No fair,” she groaned.


Her lips went taut and she shook her head.

“Don’t make me force it out of you,” I said playfully.

“I’ll never talk.” Her pussy was growing moist as I gently ran my fingers over her channel.

“Then I’ll just have to convince you,” I said.

I started kissing down her body, taking my time and pressing my lips against her soft skin. She smelled of cocoa butter, and as I neared the junction of her thighs, the musk of her excitement mingled with the scent of suntan lotion. When I lifted her legs and draped them over my shoulders, she moaned. I settled onto the blanket on my stomach and started kissing her inner thighs.

She ran her fingers through my hair while I teased her for several minutes. While I gently kissed and licked her outer labia, they became plump as she grew more aroused. When I finally nuzzled her pussy, she hissed and arched her back. I sucked her inner labia into my mouth and teased her with flicks of my tongue. Then I licked between her inner and outer lips, causing her to shudder and cry out softly.

I continued licking her for a while, taking my time and building up her desire slowly. Each time she got close to coming, I backed off and teased her for a minute or two, until she cooled off. Her juices covered my lips and cheeks, and I was thoroughly enjoying myself. Judging by the way Gina was trembling and crying out, she was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure I was giving her.

I was having fun, taking my time, and exploring all her reactions, but it was clear that she was ready to come. She was rhythmically humping her hips against my face and begging me to get her off.

I let her beg for a little while and then gently inserted a pair of fingers into her drenched pussy. When I started sawing them in and out, she went nuts. I held her down with one hand and the strength of my neck. Then I locked my lips around her clit and started licking her in ever-tightening circles. At the same time, I crooked my fingers against her inner spot and started sucking her clit.

Her pussy started spasming around my fingers and she clutched at my hair. When I twirled my tongue around her clit and sucked, she cried out in ecstasy. I kept that up until her hips slammed into my face, pressing my lips against her mons and burying my nose in her pubic hair. Then I sucked her clit and gently rotated my fingertips.

With a rush, she began to come. It started out small, but quickly grew in intensity. Since I’d kept her on the edge for so long, her climax was more powerful than I’d ever experienced. She shrieked and held my head in place. I kept moving my fingers and circling her sensitive pearl with my tongue. It disappeared abruptly and a gush of moisture washed over my fingers.

I continued licking and sucking her inner labia as the orgasmic sensations suffused her body. She cried out in ecstasy and her hips bucked into my face again. Her cries were so loud that I actually heard them echo off the quarry walls. Then all of a sudden, her legs snapped shut and she tried to sit up. I pulled my head from between her thighs and withdrew my fingers from her sodden pussy. She immediately rolled to the side and curled into a ball, her knees drawn to her chest.

Her pussy and the skin surrounding it glistened with moisture. She was trembling with the aftereffects of her orgasm as I crawled up and lay behind her. She mewled softly when I put my arm under her head and wrapped the other one around her midsection. I hugged her to my chest and she planted kisses on my forearm.

As her breathing slowly returned to normal, she quivered and gently shook, her senses overloaded with aftershocks. I hugged her again and tenderly kissed her shoulder.

“That was w-w-wonderful,” she said softly, stammering slightly as the sensations made her breathing ragged.

Instead of answering, I kissed along her neck.

“I can still f-f-feel it. Oh, God.”

“Good,” I said. “I like making you feel good.”

“This isn’t g-g-good. Good was a w-w-while ago,” she said. “This is… oh, God… this is… magnificent. Y-y-you’re magnificent.”

“Mmmmm. Thank you. I’m inspired.”

After that, we dozed comfortably, spooned together and in our own little world. We didn’t nap long, since we were exposed to the hot afternoon sun, but it was a wonderful, languid, intimate time.

Manfred and Jenny came back down a little while later. Manfred grinned hesitantly, but Jenny’s eyes were alight with curiosity. She couldn’t wait to take Gina aside for more “girl talk.” I think I was beginning to understand what a lot of “girl talk” consisted of.

They made an excuse about having to go potty, took some paper napkins, and disappeared toward the tree line. Manfred hung his head for a moment, clearly nervous. When he looked up, he smiled self-consciously.

“Dude… um… I didn’t mean to spy or anything…,” he said.

I grinned to myself. I suspected he and Jenny had been doing just that. I know Gina and I had watched the two of them before.

“But… um… well… I couldn’t help but overhear. And we just wanted to make sure everything was okay. You know?” He looked up, his eyes beseeching me to understand.

Evil friend that I was, I wanted to let him twist a little. I guess it was a bit of harmless payback for his getting frustrated with Gina during the hike up.

“Well… um… we kinda… you know… we kinda saw y’all,” he said.

“Saw us?” I stifled a wicked chuckle.

“Yeah, man. When you two were… you know.”

I shook my head.

He made a few weird motions with his hands.

I got the idea, but I was having fun teasing him, so I gave him a blank look.

You know. When you two were… you know.” He drew himself up to his full height and looked apologetic. “And we did not mean to see it.”

Right, I thought sarcastically.

“But we kinda saw when you were… well… when you and Gina were… um…” He took a deep breath and exhaled so hard I thought he might pass out.

“You mean when Gina and I were fooling around?”

He blushed furiously but nodded. “We kinda saw that.”

“Oh,” I said. I waved my hand dismissively. “That’s okay. I mean, we’re all friends. Right?”

“Yeah, sure.” He leaned close, his face intent.

I almost laughed at his interested expression.

“I’d just never seen it done that way before,” he said judiciously, his curiosity finally conquering his embarrassment. “I mean,” he said hastily, “Jenny was kinda curious. She… um… she said she thought… um… what y’all were doing… you know… she thought it looked pretty cool.”

I nodded. I had a growing suspicion he had no idea what Gina and I had been doing, and I knew he wouldn’t come right out and ask me. With a shock, I thought back through the number of times I’d witnessed Manfred and Jenny fooling around. Not once had I seen him go down on her. Finally, I decided I’d probably teased him enough, so I let him off the hook. “Yeah,” I said. “It is pretty cool.”

He looked at me earnestly, hoping for some enlightenment.

I fought down the urge to smile and nodded thoughtfully. “Well,” I said, “I was just going down on her.”

He furrowed his brow in confusion and then he hastily nodded like he knew what I was talking about.

“You know, licking her pussy.” Under normal circumstances, I’d never brag like that. But not only had Manfred seen us, I figured I was doing a favor for Jenny too.

“Oh, yeah,” he said. “I knew that.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“So,” he asked, “how do you like to do it?”

I tried not to grin, but I just couldn’t help myself, although I quickly got my expression back under control. For the next ten minutes, I performed a delicate conversational dance. I acted like we were discussing something we both understood and proceeded to give him some excellent pointers about pleasing Jenny.

The whole time, he kept up his end of the farce, nodding like he knew what I was talking about. A couple of times, he even said something like, “Yeah, that’s how I like to do it too.” It was all I could do not to laugh out loud when he did. Fortunately, I kept my expression well schooled and Manfred made it through the conversation with his masculine pride intact.

When the girls returned from the woods, Jenny’s eyes locked on Manfred and positively smoldered. Gina tactfully suggested that she and I do some sunbathing on our raft, and I agreed. It took me three tries before I got Manfred’s attention, and when I told him we were going to float for a while, he nodded distractedly.

“What did you two talk about?” Gina asked when we were safely out of earshot of the rocks.

“Probably the same thing you did.”

She actually blushed. “Yeah, I guess I was a little loud. Sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” I said. I waved a hand at our surroundings. “We’re out here in the middle of nowhere.”

She nodded.

“And besides, Manfred and Jenny are here for the same reasons we are.”

She nodded again, enthusiastically this time.

“So they’re cool.”

“Yeah,” she said. “I guess you’re right. I guess it just kinda feels weird having someone watch me for a change.”

I grinned and nodded. “Did you like it?”

She nodded, blushing slightly. “Yeah. I guess I did.” She paused for a moment and then looked at me seriously. “Paul?”

“Mmm hmm?”

“Have you ever been with two girls at once?”

I was a little nervous about where the question was leading, but nodded anyway.

“What was it like?”

I began to panic. If I told her I liked it, I was worried that she might get upset or worse, angry. Then I realized that she was far from upset, she was actually a little excited. “It’s kinda fun,” I said.

Her eyes lit up. “Tell me about it.” She put her hand on mine. “Please.”

My ingrained mental “don’t talk about the girls you’ve been with in the past, especially with your current girlfriend” safeguard kicked in for an instant, but I quickly realized that Gina wasn’t exactly an ordinary girlfriend.

“If you don’t wanna tell me, that’s okay,” she said, a little crestfallen.

“No, that’s not it. It’s just that I normally don’t talk about what I’ve done. You know, especially about sex.”


“I guess it’s just not cool, if you’re a guy, to talk about a girl you’ve had sex with. You know?”

She nodded.

“The guys who do talk about the girls they’ve been with are usually lying. Or they’re not gonna have sex with that girl again. Especially if it gets back to her that the guy’s a blabbermouth.”

“Yeah,” she said. “That makes sense.”

“So I don’t talk about it much.”

“That’s so sweet.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Well, it is.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. But it’s also about respect.”


“If I respect you,” I said, “I’m not gonna spread around the details of our sex life. And why would I have a relationship with a woman I don’t respect?”

“Wow. That’s deep.”

“Yeah, I guess it is. But it’s the way I am. So that’s why I don’t talk about it much. I respect the women I’ve been with.”

“Do you respect me?” she asked timidly.

I nodded quickly. “Very much.” I sensed her waiting for the reasons why, so I elaborated. “You’re really smart, you’re funny, and you’re beautiful. But smart, funny, and beautiful are only half of it.”

“They are?”

“Mmm hmm. I respect you ’cause you’re a good person. You’re nice to people. You’re helpful. You treat other people with respect, and I admire that.”

“Not all the time,” she said. “I didn’t treat you with respect.”

“No,” I said honestly. “You didn’t.”

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered.

I lifted her chin and caressed her cheek with the backs of my fingers. “You were angry. That’s not a good excuse, as I’m sure your mom would tell you, but I understand.”

“Do you feel any different about me now?”

It was a pretty insightful question, so I paused for a moment to consider it. Should I give her an honest answer? Or should I sugarcoat it and spare her feelings? I decided on a combination of the two. “Yes and no,” I said. “But it’s not really that simple.”

“Oh,” she murmured, her eyes downcast.

“Yes, I still love you. Now more than ever.”

She looked up hopefully.

“Especially after the last few days.” When she smiled happily, my heart swelled. “But I’m also worried. Although I don’t know if worried is the right word. Maybe I’m apprehensive. I kinda wonder what’ll happen next time you’re angry with me.”

“I swear, Paul, I’ll never do that again. I’ll never be the way I was. I promise. You’ve got to believe me.”

Did I believe her? Did I really? I certainly wanted to. “I know,” I said at last. “I do believe you.” I just hope you can fulfill that promise, I thought. I reached out and cupped her cheek, reassuring her with my touch.

She closed her eyes and pressed her face against my hand.

“I love you very much, Gina.”

“And I love you,” she said, her voice husky.

We shared a quiet moment and then I enfolded her in my arms. After several minutes, I rolled to my back and tucked her against my side, my arm around her. “We also need to talk about our relationship,” I said.

“I’ll do anything you want me to,” she said.

I chuckled softly. “It’s not about what I want. It’s about what we want. We need to decide some things.”

“What kind of things?”

I reflected on a conversation I’d had with Susan the year before. It had been about relationships, and I hadn’t understood what she was talking about. Not at the time, anyway. With all I’d seen and learned over the past few days, the words “open relationship” suddenly meant a lot more than they had before.

Gina shifted nervously.

I realized I’d been silent too long. “I’m sorry, honey,” I said. “I was just thinking about something Susan once told me. I didn’t understand it until now.” I paused again, to sort out what I wanted to say. “She told me that if things got serious between us, between you and me, I mean, that we’d have to decide what kind of relationship we wanted to have.”


“There’s something else we talked about that makes a lot more sense now too,” I said. “It was about commitment.” Do I want a committed relationship with Gina? I pondered that for a moment. Yes, I decided, I do. So I opened my mouth and took the plunge, “And committed relationships.” Unfortunately, while I was reasoning things out, she was worrying. I could feel the tension in her body. I ran my hand along her shoulder and squeezed her. “With our parents’ relationships, they have to have a stronger bond than normal. Because they’re swingers,” I said.

She nodded.

“Your mom probably explained it to you. Right?”

Another nod.

“I’m wondering if we want a kind of relationship like that—a committed, open relationship—or if we want a regular, just-the-two-of-us kind of relationship.”

“I want whatever you want,” she said.

I shook my head. “That’s not what it’s about. The thing about any good relationship,” I said, “is that it’s got to be a partnership. Fifty-fifty. I never realized what kind of partnership my parents have. Oh, I’ve thought about it a little,” I said musingly, “but never seriously. Well, not really. Not until now. They make decisions together. They communicate. They trust each other. And they respect each other.”

“My parents are the same way.”

“Uh-huh. And if we want our relationship to work, we’ve got to be like them. Not necessarily the sex part, but we’ve got to decide what’s right for us. It’s got to be our decision, not my decision, not your decision. Does that make sense?”

“Yes,” she said, worry still coloring her tone. “I just want you to be happy.”

“And I want you to be happy. But I guess that means we’ve got to talk about some serious stuff.”

“What kind of serious stuff?”

“Well, Stacy, for one.”


I nodded. “She knows about you, and she knows I’m serious about our relationship.”


“But she’s also in love with me. I mean really in love. I love her too, very much.” I felt Gina momentarily tense up. “But it’s not the same as it is with you.”

“What’s this have to do with us?” Gina asked.

“I know she won’t ask, but I can tell Stacy still wants to have sex with me.” When Gina was silent, I continued. “What if she asks? How would you feel about that?” In a way, I dreaded the answer. Would the Gina from a week before come out? Would she turn into the ice princess? Or would she think about it, and communicate with me?

“Would you want to have sex with her?”

Gut check time, I thought. “I might.”

“Without me?”

I shook my head quickly. “I’d never do it behind your back. If we’re going to have an open and honest relationship, I don’t think I could do that. I wouldn’t do that.”

She was silent for several long moments.

I began to worry. Had I been too honest? Would she get angry? What if she did? What would I do? What would I…?

“I used to think something was wrong with me,” she said quietly.

I mentally stumbled at the non sequitur, but waited for her to continue.

“Whenever I look at another girl, sometimes I get excited. I think that’s part of the reason I wasn’t ready to have sex with you last year. I was willing, but really scared. I guess I thought it wouldn’t hurt with a girl.”

“Mmm hmm.”

“But I thought something must be wrong with me. I’d look at my friend Lisa, or Ke—” She suddenly stopped, obviously a little flustered. “I’d look at Lisa, or another girl,” she continued, “and I’d feel the same as when I looked at you.” She was silent for almost a minute, deep in thought. “Kara figured out what it was.” She laughed derisively. “When she talked to me about it, I denied it. Of course.” She reached up and wiped her eyes. “I thought she’d let it go, but she talked to Mom about it.”

I nodded.

“Mom talked to me. And she didn’t say anything I thought she would,” she said with a soft bark of laughter. “I thought she’d be angry about it. But she told me it was okay to feel that way about girls. This was right after we left camp last summer, and before I first saw them with another couple,” she said as an aside. “She said she thought women were very attractive, and that she also had those feelings about them sometimes.

“I was completely shocked,” Gina said. “But she explained it so I didn’t feel bad. So I didn’t feel… wrong. After that, Kara and I started fooling around. It was just playful stuff at first, but I really liked it. And with Kara, I knew I was safe. She’d never laugh at me, or tell anyone. Kara likes guys a lot more than girls, but I know she has fun with me. And I know she loves me, like I love her. Like sisters. Does that make sense?”

I nodded and kept silent. It was important for her to tell me this, and I didn’t want to interrupt her. When Gina wasn’t thinking about, or worried about my reactions, she spoke steadily and with confidence.

“So anyway, after school started, Lisa was staying over at our house,” she continued. “We were in my room, talking about guys. About you, actually. And we were joking around. At least I thought we were joking around. I started talking about how you made me feel, and the next thing I knew, we both had our shirts off and were rubbing our nipples. Lisa knows we’re nudists, and she’s sunbathed nude with me all the time, but we’d never done anything like that.

“When she slipped off her panties and started rubbing herself, I did the same thing. That first time, we didn’t touch each other, but I really wanted to. I think she kinda did too. The next time she spent the night, the next weekend, we went up to my room after everyone else had gone to bed.” Gina laughed quietly. “We figured that if I closed my eyes and she rubbed me, it would be just like you rubbing me.”

Listening to her story, I was getting an erection, and my cock pulsed gently as it lay on my stomach.

“So we tried it,” she said. “When it was my turn to rub her, I did. For a little while, at least. I don’t think Lisa was really surprised when I started licking her. She was so hot and wet, and she tasted so good. She had a bunch of little orgasms, real quick. Afterward, she said it was only fair that she got to lick me.”

I bit off a flippant remark and nodded silently.

“After that, we played around whenever we could. And of course I still messed around with Kara. But you know about that,” she said contritely. She quickly resumed her narrative. “Once, when my parents were out of town, right before my birthday, Lisa came over. Kara joined us, and we fooled around until four in the morning.

Before going on, she sighed deeply at the memory. “Leah must’ve heard us, but I’m pretty sure she already knew what was going on. A couple days later, she asked me to show her what we were doing. I think Leah’s a lot more into girls than I am, though,” she said. She paused for several long moments and then kissed my chest. “Kara really likes guys, but she does girls too. Leah mostly likes girls, but she still gets worked up over a guy every once in a while. And I’m somewhere in the middle. I like girls and guys. Well, I like girls and I like you.”

“What about Joey Whatshisname?” I asked mildly.

She laughed. “Okay, so I like girls and guys.” She looked up at me and her lips sought mine.

I kissed her slowly, tenderly.

When she pulled back, she laid her head upon my chest. “By now, you’re probably wondering why I told you all that.” Then she seemed to notice my erection for the first time. “And I guess you liked hearing it,” she said with a smile in her voice.

“Well, yeah.”

“I’ll take care of you in a minute. Okay?”

I nodded. “We’re not on a schedule,” I said.

“Thanks.” Then she propped herself up on her elbow and looked into my eyes. She had a serious, searching expression on her face. “So if you want to have sex with another girl, you can. On two conditions.”

I knew what she was probably going to say, but I nodded for her to continue.

We have to decide on the girl. And I get to watch, and maybe join in.” Before I could speak, she raised a hand to cut me off. “I know, I know, a lot of girls don’t like other girls.”

I nodded.

“That’s okay. But if the girl does like other girls, then I get to have fun too. Okay?”

In a way, this was like a dream come true. But I knew she was serious, so I was too. “Okay,” I said sincerely.

“So that’s what I was thinking when you asked about Stacy,” she said.

I nodded.

“Before I knew she liked girls, and especially before I knew she and Kara had been together, I didn’t really trust her. But Kara’s told me some things about Stacy, and I think I like her. I guess I’ll have to get to know her better, but Kara really likes her. So in a way, that’s good enough for me.”


“And I think she’s really cute.” She looked at me and grinned bashfully. “I get all wet thinking about fooling around with her.”

“Oh you do?” I asked in mock surprise.


“You realize that Stacy’s only part of the larger question?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said. “I guess I do. I guess in a way, I’ve known that we’d have to deal with this.”

I nodded.

“And it gets me really heated up when I think about watching you with another girl. As long as I know you’re mine,” she cautioned sharply.

“Of course,” I said.

“Every time I watched my parents with another couple, especially your parents,” she said, “I wanted to join them.” She blushed suddenly, but kept talking. “I get so hot and bothered watching, and it’s been killing me that I can’t join in.”

“And with me, you can watch and participate.”

“Mmm hmm,” she purred.

“I like that idea,” I said.

“Ha! I bet you do. What if I want to have sex with another guy? You hadn’t thought about that, had you?”

Actually, I had. But I didn’t tell her that. “Do you?” I asked seriously.

My calm reaction gave her pause. After a moment, she recovered her poise. “Maybe,” she said.

“Well, if you do, I guess we can talk about it. I don’t think I’ll join in, at least not with him.”

She wrinkled her nose and quickly shook her head.

“But I may actually like the idea of me and some other guy doing you at once,” I said.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief and then she looked at me earnestly. “I can’t think of any guy I’d rather be with than you,” she said. She leaned down to kiss me and her tongue sought out mine as soon as my lips parted. As we kissed, she hooked one leg over mine and rubbed my calf with her foot.

When we broke the kiss, I looked deep into her eyes. “Even though I think I know the answer to this, I’m going to ask anyway.”

She nodded, with only a hint of trepidation.

“Do you want to have a committed relationship with me?” I asked. “I mean, I don’t want it to be formal like a marriage or anything, but I guess we should talk about it and make sure we both want the same thing.”

“I want you to be happy,” she said. “And I want to be happy with you.”

I nodded.

“And I want other girls to join us sometimes. I don’t know about other guys, but maybe. If it’s a couple we both like, I guess that’s possible.”

“Mmm hmm.”

“But I want to know that I’m the only woman you’re going to have sex with, by yourself I mean. You can’t be alone with any other woman unless we agree. Okay?”

I nodded. “The same goes for you. And that means girls, too. If you want to be alone with a girl, we need to agree.”

“This sounds awfully formal,” she said. “Do we need to take vows or something?”


“I’m teasing,” she said quickly. “Sort of.”

I nodded. I paused for a moment and worked out the words in my head. “Okay, how’s this?” When I had her full attention, I went on. “I love you. I’ll always love you. I promise to respect you. And I promise that you’ll be the most important woman in my life.” It sounded goofy and way too formal, but it was from the heart. Sometimes, that’s all that matters.

Gina saw the sincerity in my eyes and hers misted over. “Oh, I love you too,” she said, tears welling up. “I promise to respect you.” She swallowed hard. “And I promise that you’ll always, always come first.”

When she hugged me, tears of happiness streamed down her face and wet my chest. She looked up, her eyes and nose red, and smiled joyfully. I kissed her again and tasted the salt of her tears.

“I must look like a mess,” she said.

I shook my head. “You’re not a mess, you’re beautiful. You’re my girl. My woman. And I love you.”

“I love you too,” she whispered huskily. “You’re my man.”

She reached for my penis and wrapped her hand around it. In the seriousness of the moment before, it had shrunk somewhat. But as she gently squeezed it, it sprang back to life. Working together, we rolled over so she was underneath me, on the center of the raft.

She guided my shaft to her opening and I sank into her in one smooth motion. I held myself above her on my elbows, my chest pressed against her soft breasts. As I started thrusting, our lips found each other and we kissed with growing hunger.

We made love slowly, deliciously. When she was getting close, I gyrated my hips and ground myself against her clit each time I thrust into her. Her pussy contracted around my manhood, so I increased the pace of my thrusts.

“Oh, Paul,” she said breathlessly. “I love you so… oh, yes… oh… oh… I love you so much.” With a groan, she came, her pussy gripping my shaft and trying to keep me inside her.

I pulled out one more time and then pushed myself as deep as I could, finally forcing my length past her clenched internal muscles. As her orgasm peaked, they rippled against my erection and I felt the first jet of semen rushing up my shaft. With a groan of my own, I filled her with my seed.

As our ardor cooled, we heard a rising wail from the direction of the rocks. It was a very feminine wail, a very Jenny-like wail. I looked at Gina in surprise and amusement. The wail turned into a shriek, punctuated by a resounding “yes!”

Gina’s eyes glittered as she gazed into mine. She wrapped her legs around my thighs and held me inside her, the heat of our joined bodies making her sigh. “It sounds like you and Manfred are responsible for two very, very happy girls,” she said.

I could only grin smugly as I nodded in reply.

The rest of the afternoon, the four of us lounged on the flattop rock. Manfred and Jenny kept looking at each other longingly, while Gina and I tried not to openly smirk. The topic of sex didn’t come up again, but it was definitely in the air. Before we had to leave for the afternoon—we still had to be home before dinner at six o’clock—we all swam out to the falls and goofed around.

When we swam back, Manfred and Jenny went up to the top of the rock while Gina and I stayed in the water to have a few minutes alone. When we heard the two of them going at it above us, Gina got a mischievous glint in her eye. She pushed me back against the big sloped rock and knelt before me, her chin mere inches above the water.

She gave me a wonderful blowjob, taking her time and really working me up. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw two head-shaped shadows poke over the top of the rock. I don’t know if Gina could see them too, but she started taking me as far down her throat as she could. She got me a little more than halfway before she had to pull back.

Right before I came, she locked her lips around my glans and looked up at me. She met my gaze and her eyes smiled. As she stroked the base of my cock, she flicked her tongue against the underside of my head. When I came, she closed her eyes and moaned softly as she swallowed my load.

The two head shadows disappeared a moment later, and I smiled to myself when I thought about what else Manfred and Jenny might be thinking about trying. In a way, I was amazed that the two of them had been having sex as much as they had, and how little they seemed to know about what they were doing. In a way, it was frightening. I’d have to make sure to thank Susan and Mom for their guidance.

But at the moment, I had a very happy girl in my arms—a girl who was licking her lips, and who tasted of my semen when I kissed her. I needed to make sure I thanked her as well. She laid her head on my chest and I held her for several minutes, neither of us feeling the need to speak.

Gina felt a lot better on the hike down, and easily kept up with us. Nonetheless, I kept an eye on her and made sure she wasn’t pushing herself too hard. In the end, I really shouldn’t have worried about Gina. Jenny went slower than anyone else, mostly because she was walking a bit wobbly. Gina and I just grinned at each other.

The two-hour trek was fun and lighthearted, and we were all in good spirits. We got back to camp with only minutes to spare.

Manfred and I unpacked the remains of our picnic lunch and left the girls in the clubhouse to clean up. We unloaded our packs in silence, both of us tired but happy. My family ate dinner with Gina’s, but the two of us didn’t do much talking.

During the day, three new families arrived, but they all had younger kids, so we didn’t pay much attention to them. An older couple, Bill and Emily, also arrived. Bill owned a movie theater or something, and once again brought a movie projector and some films. Gina and I were hoping that Kendall and her family had arrived, but there was no sign of them.

Mom suggested we ask Susan when the Paytons would arrive, so we headed toward her house. When we got there, she was sitting in her courtyard with Mr. Kershaw. They were going over a notebook and some papers, but both of them looked up as we arrived. I was a little worried about what Gunny might say, but I couldn’t think of a diplomatic way to caution Gina.

“Hello, Paul,” Susan said, nodding to me. “Hi, Gina.”

Mr. Kershaw turned around and I prepared to blanch. “Why, it’s young Mister Paul,” he said cordially. “And Miss Gina.”

I shuffled nervously and looked sidelong at Gina. If she reacted, I didn’t see it.

“Good evening,” Gina said graciously.

“Um… Hi,” I said.

“What can we help you with?” Susan asked smoothly.

“Um… We were kinda wondering when Kendall Payton and her family would be here,” I said.

Susan looked at Gunny.

“Oh, I’d say they’ll be here any time now,” he said. “Mr. Payton said they’d be here sometime after supper.” He looked critically at me. “You remember where they were last year?”

“Yes, s… I mean, yes, Gunny.”

His eyes twinkled when he smiled at my near slip.

I could hear him in my head, “Don’t call me sir, I work for a living.”

“They’ll be at the same place,” he said.

“Thank you very much,” I said politely. “I guess we’ll go see if they’re here yet.”

Susan nodded. “Okay. You two can be the official camp greeters.”

I nodded.

“Have fun,” she said.

With a wave, we turned to go. Susan and Gunny turned back to the paperwork and resumed their conversation.

“What was that about?” Gina asked when we were out of earshot.

“What was what about?”

“The ‘young Mister Paul’ and ‘Miss Gina’ thing. Mr. Kershaw’s never called me Miss Gina before. What was that about?”

I blushed slightly and grinned. “I think it’s ’cause you’re with me.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

I shook my head, a little embarrassed. “No, I’m not.”

“Okay,” she said, clearly unconvinced.

I quickly explained a little about Gunny’s background in the Marine Corps, and how he treated my father deferentially because Dad had been a naval officer. “So he’s always treated me with respect,” I said, “because that’s just how you treat officers’ families.”

“Oh. Wow.”

“Yeah. I know it’s kinda weird, but it makes sense to me.”

“If you say so.”

I nodded. “And because you’re with me, you get the same treatment. If that makes sense.”

She hugged herself to my arm. “Yeah, I guess it does.” Then she sighed contentedly and rubbed her cheek against my shoulder. “I’m already getting treated better because I’m your girlfriend,” she said. I think she was only half teasing.

Gina and I picked up our towels from the clubhouse, told our parents where we were going, and headed up the hill. We spread our towels out where Kendall’s family set up their folding picnic table and then sat down.

While we waited, we mostly talked about generic teenager stuff. After the heavy conversation at the quarry, I don’t think either of us was up for more serious discussion. So we kept things light and general.

The sun was just dipping below the opposite ridge when headlights flashed across us. We stood as the Winnebago pulled into the spot and Mr. Payton carefully maneuvered it next to the water and electrical hook-ups. He waved to us, called to someone behind him, then turned off the engine.

In a moment, the door burst open and an excited Kendall jumped out. When she saw us, she stopped and simply stood there. She already had her clothes off, and she looked incredible. I felt Gina react, too.

Kendall hadn’t changed much—she was as statuesque as I remembered. Her hair was up in a ponytail, which made her look a little younger. She also had tan lines from a string bikini, two triangles which accentuated her large breasts and another triangle surrounding her pubic hair. She shuffled hesitantly, unsure of how we’d react to seeing her.

At some unseen signal, she and Gina rushed toward each other. They hugged like long-lost sisters. When they separated, Gina looked expectantly at me. I came up a little slower and looked to Gina for guidance. Kendall glanced at us nervously.

“Will you two just say hello and hug each other,” Gina said with feigned exasperation.

The tension broken, Kendall almost flew into my arms. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I actually found it was easier to hug her now that I was taller. When we separated, she grinned shyly and looked at Gina.

Gina smiled warmly and said, “We’re glad you’re here, Kendall. Aunt Susan sent us to greet you all. So, welcome to camp.”

Kendall’s father and mother came out of the camper next and I went to shake his hand. Drew was right behind them, taller than ever, and even more like his father. Even though he was a year younger than me, he was at least two inches taller and about twenty pounds heavier.

When I shook his hand, he gripped mine firmly. I guess it’s a dominance game most guys play, so he squeezed my hand. A strong grip is one of the most important things for a wrestler, and I knew mine was strong. Very strong. I returned his squeeze with one of my own. He ratcheted things up a notch, so I matched him. For a long moment, neither of us moved, each trying to crush the other’s hand. He may have been bigger than me, but I knew I was stronger. With a final surge, I tightened my fingers and his face began to turn red. With a loud exhalation, he relented. I immediately relaxed my hand and he nodded respectfully. Like I said, it was a dominance game.

“Do you need any help getting your camper squared away, sir?” I asked Kendall’s father.

“Sure, son,” he said, surprised. “That’d be mighty nice of you.” He turned to his son. “Drew, you two get on the back leveling jacks. Show him how they work.”

“Yes, sir,” Drew said. Then he grinned at me and we headed for the back of the RV.

As we went to work, Gina asked Kendall’s mom, “Would you like some help setting up inside?”

With all six of us, the Winnebago was soon level, locked in place, and connected to the camp’s utilities. Afterward, Adam and Melissa went down to the clubhouse. Drew politely asked me where he could find my sister and her friends. I only grinned a little as I told him they were probably up at the Jordan’s cabin. With an infectious grin, he thanked me and jogged off. That left me alone with two of the most beautiful girls in the world. How lucky can one guy be? I asked myself.

Kendall took a long look at me and then turned to Gina.

“He looks incredible, doesn’t he?” Gina asked.

Kendall merely blushed and nodded. When she glanced at me again, I gazed into her eyes, hoping to see the spark that had been there the year before. I think she was a little disappointed that Gina and I were obviously together, but she concealed it well. She was also a little shy at first. But as she and Gina talked, she gradually relaxed and became more open. By the time her parents returned, more than an hour later, the three of us were chatting like old friends.

I still had a ten o’clock curfew, so I discreetly looked at my watch and made eye contact with Gina. When my eyes flicked to my watch, she understood, so we stood to take our leave.

“It’s great seeing you all,” Kendall said. “I’m so happy for you. You make such a cute couple.”

My face heated a little, but I nodded in thanks.

“I can’t wait to spend the day with you tomorrow,” Gina said to Kendall.

“Am I invited?” I asked. I tried to look forlorn, but they weren’t buying it.

Kendall was clearly waiting for Gina to answer.

“You’re such a goof,” Gina said. “Of course you’re invited.” She rolled her eyes at Kendall and they shared a smile. Then Gina stepped forward and gave Kendall another long hug. Before they separated, she kissed the taller girl on the cheek. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she said.

There was an awkward moment when I didn’t know if I should hug Kendall or not. Gina subtly pushed me forward and I spread my arms. I didn’t hug Kendall as long as Gina had, but during the time I did, her body felt exquisite. I willed myself not to get an erection. It had been a long time since I’d had a sudden hard-on, but Kendall was certainly beautiful enough to cause one. She gave me a quick, sweet kiss on the cheek before pulling back. When she looked into my eyes, she seemed happy and sad at the same time.

Gina and I said our final goodbyes and walked toward her cabin. She thrust her arm through mine and for a minute or two, we walked in silence. Just before we got to her cabin, she turned to me.

“I really like Kendall,” she said.

“Yeah. I like her too.”

She nodded. “She likes you as well,” she said softly. “I don’t know how I can tell, though. Maybe I can see it in the way she looks at you.”

I started to deny it, but decided to keep quiet.

“I know you two were really close last year,” she said. “After I left.”

I nodded. “We never did anything, though.”

Gina nodded absently. “I don’t think she’d do anything like that. Call it woman’s intuition, or whatever, but I just don’t think she would.”

“You’re right.”

Suddenly, Gina looked at me intently. “But maybe she wanted to?”

“Maybe,” I said cautiously.



“If I ask you a serious question, will you tell me the truth?”

Even though I was pretty sure I knew what the question was, I nodded. The last thing I wanted to do was answer the question, but I knew I had to.

“Do you like Kendall?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut me off.

“I mean, do you like her as maybe more than just a friend?”

I wracked my brain, trying to find the most politic answer. “I could,” I said carefully. I don’t really know what I expected from Gina, but laughter wasn’t it.

“Good answer,” she said, still grinning. “But it’s okay to say you like her.”

I nodded slowly.

“And it’s okay to say you like her body.”

I don’t know if Gina realized the depth of my feelings for Kendall or not, but she was certainly zeroing in on the truth. How did I feel about that? Scared. Nervous. Intrigued. And maybe a little excited.

“I think I like her,” Gina said at last.

“Yeah. Me too. But it’s not just her body.”

She looked at me quizzically.

“I mean, her body’s great, like a Playmate or something.” I thought I might have gone overboard, so I quickly reined in my enthusiasm. “You’re like a Playmate too,” I said. “Only more exotic, and a lot more fun.”

“Good cover,” she said sardonically.

I tried not to blush at being caught, but she merely grinned at me. “I mean, the thing that I really like about her is that she’s smart. She’s smart like you are. I’m a pretty bright guy,” I said, “most of the time, but I’m not super smart like you two are.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Gina said.

“Thanks, but you know what I mean.”

She nodded.

“Jenny’s got a great body, but I’m not really attracted to her. Does that make sense?”


“I’m sure she’s smart enough, but she doesn’t… um… challenge me like you do.”

“And like Kendall does?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I admitted. “And like Kendall does.”

“It’s okay,” Gina said. “She’s smart, beautiful, and sexy.” Then she playfully tapped her finger against her cheek. “I don’t know how I can compete with that.”

“Well,” I said sincerely, knowing an opening when I was presented with one, “you’re smart, beautiful, sexy, and…”

“And?” she asked, her eyes artfully wide.

“And I’m completely and totally in love with you.”

She smiled from ear to ear and all was right in the world. Much to my relief, she didn’t ask if I was in love with Kendall, too. What would I have answered if she had? I was thinking about that when Gina looped her arm through mine and we walked the rest of the way home. I kissed her goodnight and had to run to make it back to our cabin. According to my watch, I was eighteen seconds early.

No one was there!

Erin floated in about ten minutes later. No, she didn’t walk, she floated. With a blissful smile, she kissed me on the cheek and flopped onto her bed. I climbed into my own bunk and listened to her sigh happily, several times.

I tried not to chuckle to myself, since I had happy thoughts of my own. They involved two beautiful girls, both of them smart and sexy. One was short, dark, and lovely, and the other was tall and statuesque.

What had I gotten myself into? How deep did Gina’s feelings for Kendall go? Was Kendall the kind of girl Gina looked at and got hot and bothered about? I had a sneaking suspicion that Kendall was exactly the kind of girl Gina would be attracted to. But that brought up another question. Could I handle two girls at once?


Sunday morning, the Tharp family left after breakfast. They normally only stayed a week, so I didn’t know the twins that well and wouldn’t really miss them. The Nolans, Kevin and Leigh, and their two kids left as well. Jonathan Delozier was a little sad about his friend Alan’s departure, but with so many other newly arrived younger kids, he had more than enough playmates.

And of course, the gang of four—what Gina and I jokingly called Erin, Leah, Trish, and Jill—were drawn to Drew Payton like moths to a flame. Drew seemed more than happy to wallow in the attention, but when I saw him checking out Erin’s developing body, I had to suppress my protective big brother reaction.

Kendall came into the clubhouse after breakfast and joined Gina and me. Our parents were at a nearby table and I had no idea where Kara was. When Manfred and Jenny showed up from wherever they’d been, they came over to our table as well. Manfred nearly choked on his tongue when he saw Kendall sitting with us. When Jenny noticed his reaction, she became a little peeved.

Despite that, the two of them joined us. I tuned out the conversation and paid more attention to their reactions to Kendall. For his part, Manfred suddenly became shy and awkward. He stole furtive glances at Kendall and looked at me like I was insane. I knew what he was thinking. Only a year before, neither of us would’ve dared talk to the Goddess Kendall.

Jenny noticed Manfred’s sudden change in behavior. First, she scowled at him. When he proved oblivious, she scowled at Kendall. I thought it was all pretty amusing until I noticed Kendall’s expression. Observant as ever, Kendall had picked up on the same things I had, and she looked miserable. I guess it’s hard to take when someone hates you simply because of your looks.

Finally, Jenny abruptly stood up and stared glacially at Manfred. He was simply preoccupied, not stupid, and leapt to his feet so quickly that he overturned his chair. With a chagrined expression, he picked it up and they hastily said their goodbyes. Jenny’s was barely cordial.

So much for a pleasant morning, I thought. “Do you want me to say something to Manfred?” I asked Kendall.

She blinked to clear her incipient tears and then shook her head.

“I’m so sorry,” Gina said.

“It’s okay,” Kendall said.

“It’s not okay,” Gina said hotly.

I shook my head, agreeing with Gina.

“Jenny’s normally a really nice girl. I guess she just got jealous when Manfred turned into a mega-dork.”

“It’s okay,” Kendall said. “I should be used to it by now.”

“You should never get used to people being rude,” Gina said. She reached forward, took Kendall’s hand, and squeezed it gently.

Kendall smiled gratefully.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, until Kendall recovered her composure, then headed down the hill to the lake.

For most of the morning, we simply lay by the lake and soaked up the sun. Manfred and Jenny were on the raft, so Gina, Kendall, and I were more than content to stay on the shore. While I was a little peeved at Manfred, I could understand why he’d reacted the way he had. Jenny’s reaction was understandable too, even though it had been just as rude. Tolerance, however, is not acceptance. I didn’t know what I was going to say, but I resolved to mention something to Manfred.

Later in the morning, when Gina wanted some suntan oil spread on her back, I volunteered. Since we were about thirty feet from the rest of the sunbathers (we’d wanted some privacy, so we could talk), I took my time and really rubbed the oil into her skin. I covered all the places that needed it, and even a few that didn’t.

After I finished with Gina, I took a gamble and turned to Kendall. “Are you next?” I asked.

She looked at me sharply and then turned to Gina.

Gina merely smiled and said, “It feels great. He’s got nice strong hands. You’ll love it, Kendall.”

“O-okay.” Kendall looked at me, her eyes full of questions.

I grinned wryly and moved between her and the rest of the people on the shore. With my back to them, no one would be able to see where my hands were. Before I did anything, however, I looked around to see if I could spot Kendall’s parents. I certainly didn’t want to get on her father’s bad side. I liked him well enough, but he still scared me a little. I guess being wary of a big, burly cop is a survival trait, especially when you’re about to rub suntan oil on his daughter. Luckily for me, her parents were nowhere to be seen.

“Oh, God, Paul,” Gina said slowly. “That felt so good. I think I’m ready to fall asleep.”

My chest swelled with pride. Kendall shot me another “what are you doing?!” look, but I shrugged it off and gazed at her expectantly. She rolled her eyes and flicked them toward Gina. I ignored her and dribbled a line of oil down the center of her back.

Once I started rubbing, Gina struck up a conversation with Kendall. It was mostly about mundane stuff, the goings on at camp and things like that. While they talked, I rubbed. I made sure not to touch anywhere I shouldn’t have, but I did come close enough to her pussy to make her squirm a couple of times. I was doing it on purpose, and she knew it. Gina merely smiled each time Kendall flinched. I kept rubbing, seemingly oblivious, although I could tell that Kendall was beginning to enjoy herself. When she finally relaxed and sighed in pleasure, I grinned to myself.

As I rubbed, I studied her body. In addition to the triangles of whiter flesh on her breasts and around her pubic area, she had a much larger triangle across her buttocks. When I asked her about the tan lines, she explained that her family’s back yard wasn’t very private, and she had to sunbathe in a bikini. So she bought the skimpiest string bikini she could find and used it.

“Do you have to keep yourself trimmed?” Gina asked. She looked at me and smiled archly.

I started to blush.

“Trimmed?” Kendall asked.

Gina nodded. “You know.” She flicked her eyes toward the other girl’s waist. “Down there. Do you have to trim your bush so you can wear a skimpy bikini?”

Kendall almost choked.

I almost choked.

“I mean,” Gina continued, “my pubic hair’s real sparse, so I don’t need to trim it.” She looked at me and winked suggestively. Then she looked back at Kendall, who evidently hadn’t noticed the byplay. “Not that yours is a wild mess or anything. So, do you have to keep it trimmed?” Gina asked with feigned innocence.

“Um… yeah,” Kendall said. She hastily looked at me, trying to gauge my reaction.

I kept my expression mildly interested. She widened her eyes, pleading for me to intervene, but I merely grinned and shrugged.

“I was thinking of trimming mine,” Gina said, looking directly at me. “You know,” she said to Kendall, “to even it up and make it look better.”

Kendall nodded.

“Do you think that would look good?”

“Um… yeah… I guess.”

I watched the two girls with a sense of amusement and growing arousal. Gina knew I was excited by the idea of her shaving her pubic hair, and she was deliberately baiting me. When Kendall noticed my tumescent penis, she fixated on it. For a moment, I panicked. Then I took a deep breath, shook my head in wonder at Gina’s antics, and returned to my lounger.

When Gina changed the subject, Kendall sighed in relief. Unfortunately, I nearly groaned, since Gina changed the subject to me. I wasn’t surprised when Kendall commented on how much I’d changed. I was surprised when Gina began frankly discussing my body, and describing attributes she liked.

Sensing my discomfort, Kendall got into the game as a minor payback, and they started talking about which parts they liked the most. I think they discussed everything but the size of my dick and the shape of my balls. Worse, I strongly suspected that they’d be the subject of a little “girl talk” later on!

After lunch, Gina and Kendall wanted to float on the queen-size raft, so I inflated it for them. As I was monotonously blowing into it, I thought about what I wanted to do while they were by themselves. Before they climbed onto it, I pulled Gina aside.

“Hey, I was gonna talk to Susan this afternoon,” I said. I had a couple of things I wanted to talk about, mostly about my relationship with Gina. But I also knew the chance existed for us to have sex. It probably sounds crazy, but in a way, I missed spending time with Susan. I wasn’t necessarily eager to have sex with her, but I certainly wouldn’t mind. So I wanted to talk to Gina before I simply went looking for Susan.

“Oh,” Gina said. She sounded a little surprised.

“Yeah,” I said smoothly. “I wanted to thank her for suggesting the glade. It was perfect.”

She smiled brightly and nodded.

Time to bite the bullet, I thought. “And I kinda wanted to talk to her about some other stuff.”

“Other stuff?”

I nodded. “Yeah, a lot of things.”

She bit the inside of her lip. “About us?”

“Uh-huh. And other things. But yeah, about us too.”

She didn’t exactly panic, but she did look a little uncertain.

“I can’t really explain it, but whenever I talk to Susan, I always feel better about whatever we talk about.”

Gina nodded.

“I don’t know what it is, though, because I end up doing most of the talking.”

She nodded again.

“I just didn’t want you to think I was going to see her to have sex,” I said earnestly.

“I understand,” she said. Then she looked around to see if anyone could overhear us.

Kendall had realized we were having a serious discussion, so she was sitting on the edge of the lake, dangling her legs in the cold water.

“Of all the women you’ve been with,” Gina said, “Susan’s the one I trust the most.”

I nodded.

“I don’t know why, but I know she’d never try to… um… I guess ‘steal’ isn’t the right word, but I can’t think of a better one. Anyway, I know she’d never try to steal you from me.”

“She wouldn’t.”

“I know,” she said. “That’s why I trust her.”

“But what if she wants to have sex with me?” I asked.

Gina looked taken aback and was silent for a long moment. “I hadn’t really thought about that,” she admitted. “Do you want to have sex with her?”

Instead of answering her, I waited for her to think it through.

“I guess that’s not really a fair question,” she said at last.

I shook my head. “If I say yes, I might hurt your feelings. But if I say no, how will you know I’m not lying to you?”

“Yeah,” she said. “I understand. But I know you wouldn’t lie to me.”

“No, I wouldn’t. But I wouldn’t deliberately tell you something that’d hurt your feelings, either.”

She nodded thoughtfully.

“So,” I said. “What if she wants to have sex with me?”

“Um… I mean, I trust her and all, but… well… maybe you can just say no?”

“Okay,” I said evenly.

Suddenly, she grew anxious. “Is that okay? That’s not what you wanted me to say, is it?”

I smiled gently and stepped close to her. “Remember? It’s not about what I want. It’s about what we want.”

“Yeah,” she said. “Sorry.”

“And in this case, it’s really about what you want.”

She pondered that for a moment. Then she looked up at me and smiled thinly. “I guess it’s the difference between talking about sharing you and actually sharing you.”


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