The Windy Pines, My Fourth Summer, Part 2
Fanlon
The Windy Pines
My Fourth Summer
Part 2
Fanlon
Copyright
The Windy Pines
My Fourth Summer
Copyright © 2025, Fanlon. All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter 10
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
Chapter One
I dropped Mom off at the hotel after a nearly silent drive there. Things were off between us and neither one of us were willing to talk about it. We said an awkward goodbye and then I was on the road again. The drive to The Windy Pines felt like it dragged on forever. With Mom now out of the car, she was all I thought about. I couldn’t get what had happened with her out of my head. It was amazing. Amazing didn’t truly encompass how utterly mind bending the whole situation felt to me.
To say Mom and I crossed the line…that was an understatement. I had come in my mother! That was insane. I hadn’t meant to, and I kept chastising myself the entire drive that I should have done something, pulled out…something. I never should have been inside her in the first place!
Then it got worse. When every inch of me was all the way inside her, I lost it. I was so lost in how it felt to be inside her pussy. How wet she was. How hot and tight, which was a big surprise, that I never would have suspected. All those things added up to more than I could handle, and Mother Nature took over.
That’s when Mom started coming.
There was nothing I could have done, not really. I knew that…I really did, but it never should have gotten to that point. Ever!
Long story short, I fucked up. Well, we, the both of us royally fucked up, and now Mom said we had to stop and that meant no more coffee dates in the mornings. Something that had become a special ritual we both relished and enjoyed.
That hurt me more than anything. The fact that she told me we couldn’t have those special moments anymore because she was afraid of what might happen. To be honest, I wasn’t exactly afraid, it was more that I knew what was going to happen if we kept going. It was inevitable now that we had experienced it. Honestly, I wanted even more to happen. Desperately. There was nothing I craved for more than that very thing. Me inside of my mom, filling her with my come as she writhed and cried out beneath me…
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The mere thought of it had me hard as a rock as I drove down the highway. I tried to distract myself with the windows down, thinking the rush and sound of the road would help but that wasn’t working. I reached over and cranked the new JVC radio in my Ford Ranger. The random radio station I had found, the only one that came through without any static, was playing Sweet Home Alabama, fitting in a cruel sort of way.
Aside from my mind trying to focus on this morning, the other thing that made this drive take forever was the highway I was on. I wanted to take the Interstate. Mom, however, wanted me to take a two-lane highway to camp. Both ways took you to the same place, one was just faster. A lot faster!
“You need to take Highway 16 to camp,” Mom said, her voice calm and even.
“What?” I gasped. “Why, that’s going to take almost twice as long!”
“It’s safer, that’s why.”
“You think I’m not going to be safe?” I asked incredulously.
“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” Mom explained. “I don’t trust everyone else. I know it’s going to take a bit—”
“A bit…” I cut her off, copying her words sarcastically.
“Yes, Sam. A bit longer, but if something happens, you won’t have to worry about traffic.”
“If something happens, no one is going to find me because no one drives on that stupid road.” I grumbled to myself.
“What was that?” Mom asked, her voice firm. “I don’t think I heard you right.”
“Nothing…” I hung my head.
So, here I was, windows down, stereo blaring, and cruising at a modest fifty-five miles-per-hour and my mind stuck on the feeling of my mother’s pussy as it hugged my cock. I still had another two and half hours to go. I couldn’t get to camp fast enough. If I had taken the Interstate, I would have been there by now. The good thing was that at least when I got to Grandma and Grandpa’s place I would have something that would distract me from what had happened.
We, my family, and I, had driven this road enough times over the last few years that I recognized it before I even got to the turn.
I slowed down and made the left turn down the tree lined road that would take me to The Windy Pines.
“Finally!” I groaned to myself.
The sun was about to set. Glancing at the digital clock on my radio, it was almost nine o’clock. At least there was still enough daylight to see where I was going. The one thing I had never done was to drive to camp at night. Not that that should have mattered, but I didn’t want to chance it either.
It was only about ten minutes of driving down the gravel road before I saw the sign for The Windy Pines and turned into the entrance of the camp. The one good thing that came from this entirely too long of a trip was the fact that my mind was blessedly off this morning and more on what was right in front of me.
I half expected Grandpa to be waiting for me, to welcome me to camp but no one was there. At this point, it was dark enough that I needed headlights to make my way through the denser section of trees that would eventually open to my grandparents’ camp.
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I parked out front of Grandpa and Grandma’s house. No sooner had I shut off the engine and turned off the headlights when both my grandparents came out the front door to greet me. Grandpa stayed where he was on the porch, leaning against the railing, smiling. Grandma, however, ran out to greet me and enveloped me in a big hug, smashing her large, bare chest against me.
“We were starting to worry something happened to you,” Grandma said, stepping back, a bright smile on her face as she gave me a once over. “You were supposed to be here hours ago.”
“Sorry Grandma, I would have if Mom didn’t force me to take Highway 16.”
“The old two lane, why on earth would she tell you to do that?” The shocked look on her face mirrored the exact feeling I had when driving down that old road.
“She said it was safer.”
“From what?” she snapped. “Making good time?”
“Oh, settle down. He’s here, isn’t he?” Grandpa cut in, strolling proudly like only he could, to where Grandma and I were standing in the driveway. His arms were wide in an open invitation for a welcoming hug. “Glad you made it okay, Sam. How’s the Ranger?”
“I know, but I can’t believe she told you to go that way,” Grandma fretted. “What if the Ranger had broken down? You would have had to walk for miles before you would have found anything that might be able to help.”
“Are you trying to say my old truck was going to leave our grandson stranded on the side of the highway?” The look on Grandpa’s face was shockingly serious even though we both knew he was teasing. “You know damned good and well it has never once left us stranded.”
“Oh, and what about that four-hour trip to the store for eggs and milk before you agreed to give it to Sam for Christmas?” Grandma questioned, hands on hips, one eyebrow raised accusingly.
“That was nothing,” Grandpa scrambled. “I told you; I thought I saw something in the trees…”
“Did you see Big Foot?”
“Of course not!”
“Thank goodness,” Grandma sighed. “At least you aren’t still claiming it lives—”
“Everyone knows Big Foot lives a couple hours north of here.” Grandpa cut Grandma off, who just rolled her eyes as if this declaration was the most common thing in the world and she had heard it a million times before.
“If it wasn’t Big Foot, what was so intriguing that it took nearly the entire afternoon to go ten miles?”
“It wasn’t that long…”
“The milk was completely warm!”
“Why don’t we go inside and get you situated, Sam,” Grandpa quickly tried to change the subject but by the look on Grandma’s face she wasn’t having it.
I smiled and shrugged over my shoulder as I let Grandpa walk me inside the house. Grandma didn’t immediately follow us, but neither Grandpa nor myself were the slightest bit concerned about it right then. It didn’t take her long to follow us inside though.
“Go ahead and put your stuff in the room,” Grandpa said, walking to the guest room. “We’re really happy you’re here, Sam.”
The genuine smile on his face as he said that made me feel good, even though I had been sulking nearly the entire drive here.
“As soon as you’re settled, Sam,” Grandma called out loud enough that I could hear her from inside the guest room. Sara and I had stayed in this room before when we had to stay in the house. “We should go down to the hot tub.”
“Okay, Grandma!” I replied and looked right at Grandpa who was watching me. “I’m happy too, thanks.”
It didn’t take but a minute to get my things situated in the dresser drawers. I had only brought a couple changes of clothes on the off chance that I needed them for whatever reason. I quickly took off the shorts and T-shirt I was wearing and threw them on the floor at the foot of the bed. Grandma would grab them and wash them the next time she poked her head in, so I didn’t need to worry about them.
Naked, I walked out of the guest room to find Grandma and Grandpa still bickering about Big Foot in the living room. I couldn’t help but laugh at how serious Grandpa was about Big Foot being real and how steadfast Grandma was in how she thought he was an idiot for believing such nonsense.
“Oh, Sam, are you ready?” Grandma asked, her debate forgotten when she saw me.
“Yeah, sure,” I smiled, agreeing. “Let’s go.”
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To be perfectly honest, it wasn’t that I was excited or even in a hurry to go sit in the hot tub with a bunch of people my grandparents' age. Not at all. I just didn’t want to just sit around the house either, regardless of how entertaining I found their debates on the merits of Big Foot.
So, what choice did I really have?
From their house, it was only a short walk to the large hot tub, and I wasted little time sliding into the steaming water once we got there. I didn’t even pay attention to see if someone or anyone was already enjoying the hot water when I got in. I let my body sink all the way in, even dipping my head below the surface of the water before coming back up and taking one of the spots along the edge.
I blinked a few times in an attempt to clear the water from my eyes as my hands slicked back my hair. I then wiped the remaining water from my face only to see a pair of eyes directly across from me that were decidedly younger than the old ones someone would expect from this side of camp.
I didn’t say anything at first. Instead, I just looked at her. Not quite stared…maybe gawked a little. She was buried up to her chin in the water and with it being dark out, I couldn’t see anything below the surface of the water. What I could see was a pair of dark brown eyes that looked almost black. Her hair was dark. It was wet so I wasn’t sure if it was black or just a dark brown.
“Are you just going to sit there and stare at me?” The girl asked, her voice soft and sultry.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean…” I stammered.
“Oh, I get it,” she smirked, and my cheeks started to heat. “All the boys like to stare at everyone when it's their first time here.”
“It’s not my—”
“Don’t be too embarrassed. Us girls like to look just as much as you do, I promise. We’re just a bit less obvious…” Her eyes flicked down to the water in front of me and back up. “If you know what I mean.”
I was saved from making a fool of myself by the two people I never thought I would be saved by my grandparents.
“I see you’ve already met Gwen, Sam,” Grandma said, slipping into the water and taking a seat next to me.
“Wait,” Gwen’s eyes widened for just a moment before they narrowed questioningly. “This is Sam?”
“That’s right,” Grandma replied, wrapping her arm around my shoulders and pulling me tight to her side. “Sam’s been coming here for four years now. He spends the whole summer with us.”
“Oh, well then, it’s nice to meet you, Sam. I’m Gwen.”
“Nice to meet you too, Gwen,” I answered, trying in vain to slip out of Grandma’s embrace.
“Leave the boy alone,” Grandpa announced, from the other side of Grandma. I hadn’t even noticed him getting into the water. “Can’t you see he was trying to talk to Gwen before you interrupted him?” He winked at me in a way that I assumed only I could see. “Come on, he’s going to be here all summer. You’ll have plenty of chances to spend time with him.”
“I won’t hog him all night,” Gwen giggled. “I promise.”
“Oh, fine,” Grandma complained, but did as Grandpa asked and the two of them got out of the hot tub leaving Gwen and me alone.
“So,” I cleared my throat. “I’ve never seen you here before?”
“It’s been a few years since the last time I visited.”
“Oh, I’ve been here the last three summers.” I replied, giving her a questioning look.
“Yeah, I haven’t been here since I was fourteen,” Gwen paused as if thinking about something. “So, four years ago now.”
“Oh, I guess that makes sense. Why didn’t you come back the last few years?”
“My parents…”
“They didn’t approve or something?”
“No, not at all. They got a divorce. It was pretty ugly.”
“Oh, sorry. That must’ve sucked.”
“Yeah, it is what it is, you know?”
I didn’t know and didn’t want to pretend I did. I was lucky that my parents were still together, happily so.
“So, how long are you here?” I asked, trying to change the subject. “The whole summer?”
“No, I have to go to my mom’s house tomorrow.” Gwen said. The disappointment in her tone was obvious. “The only reason I got to come this year was because of my grandparents. They come up here all the time.”
“Oh, I guess that’s kind of cool.”
“Yeah, but I only got to spend a week here,” She offered me a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “What’s worse was the fact that no one my age was even here yet.”
“Oh, screw that!”
“I know, right?”
“Do you leave tomorrow night then?” I asked, probably in the slim hope I would get to hang out with her for a while tomorrow before she left.
“God, I wish,” Gwen sighed, slipping further into the water so only her eyes were visible above the surface. “I gotta go first thing in the morning.”
“Damn!”
“Yeah, Damn is right.”
Gwen and I sat in the hot tub for a while talking about nothing in particular. The initial awkwardness between us…well my awkwardness vanished thankfully. It was nice sitting there talking to her about whatever we wanted. I quickly found that I liked Gwen. She was fun, and sarcastic, which I appreciated a great deal.
A few couples had come to join us, which restricted some of our conversation options. It shouldn’t have, but neither one of us wanted to really keep talking so openly with the new arrivals only feet away, some only mere inches. They were all friendly, smiling at us when they got in, but it was obvious they weren’t interested in talking to us kids and the same went for us to them.
“Well, I don’t want to sit in the water all night,” I announced when a lull appeared in our conversation. “Do you want to go for a walk?”
“Sure,” Gwen smiled. “That sounds great actually.”
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There was a moment between us, neither one of us wanting to be the first to get out of the water. Gwen looked at me like she was waiting for me to get out and I just smirked, waggling my eyebrows suggestively but teasingly in return.
“Really?”
“What?” I answered, using the most innocent voice I could.
“Don’t give me that shit, Sam,” Gwen gave me a flat look. I would have thought I might have made a mistake if the corners of her mouth weren’t twitching upwards giving away the fact she wasn’t mad at all. “You know exactly what I’m saying.”
“Honestly,” I shrugged. “I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about?”
“You’re such a dork.”
“Gwen!” I gasped, feigning hurt and going so far as to bring my hands to the sides of my face in an entirely over dramatic pose. “I’m just a kid, completely innocent to the world and all its dangers.”
“Okay, that was a bit much!” Gwen laughed.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” I laughed with her as the other couple in the pools all glanced at our antics, not at all impressed with the back-and-forth banter.
“Are you seriously going to make me get out first?” Gwen asked.
“Damned right,” I answered. “You got to watch me get in so it’s only fair.”
“Fine,” Gwen groaned.
She waited long enough for us to lock eyes, winked, and knowing she had my full attention, she ever so slowly started to stand up.
Oh. My. God!
Gwen rose out of the water so slowly that it was like I was watching something in literal slow motion. Even the water itself as it cascaded down in rivulets seemed to move so slowly that I could watch each and every drop in detail as they traveled down her newly exposed flesh.
It took forever for the upper swells of her breasts to finally breach the water.
I am not too ashamed to say I was immensely curious what her body looked like and namely her boobs. Up until this point, I had no idea what I was about to see. I just wanted to see them!
Even so, I was riveted in what I was seeing. I couldn’t take my eyes off Gwen. I had seen so many naked women in my life. All shapes and sizes but none of them, not one moved or displayed themselves like Gwen was doing right now. This was the most erotic thing I had ever seen that didn’t involve some aspect of physical touch. Even that might not have equaled what I was seeing.
As Gwen continued standing up, the water streamed down her skin. All of those little rivers of water combined when they reached her chest. Most of it rolling down through her cleavage. Her nipples hadn’t even been exposed yet and I was in awe. Shock and utter awe at their majesty.
Then, her nipples finally emerged, followed closely by the rest of her tits in all their incredible glory. They were absolutely perfect. Full, round, somehow perky, capped with the most amazing pink nipples that both seemed small for the size of her tits and just right all at the same time.
“Holy shit,” I gasped, and Gwen just giggled which made her chest shake and jiggle in such a way that if I wasn’t already hard as a rock, I would have been in mere moments.
Her stomach followed suit, tight and slim, followed by the beginning flare of her hips. I didn’t know where to look. Her face, the way her wet hair was pasted to her head and the way strands of it seemed to wrap around her neck as if they were fingers. Her eyes and the way they looked friendly and flirtatious but also deadly and dangerous at the same time.
Then there was her chest. Holy fuck! The most perfect chest and torso I had ever seen. Her stomach was flat and toned but didn’t look so hard as to be off putting or intimidating. It just looked like the perfect mix between youthful slimness and mature tightness. She was perfect and I hadn’t even seen her lower half yet!
When the meeting of her legs was finally exposed, I was both shocked and satisfied at the same time. Unlike what most of the girls and women had done at camp, she wasn’t shaved or waxed bare. No, she had a perfectly manicured wedge that was maybe an inch wide at the top that steadily and evenly descended into a perfect point just above where her slit formed, nearly hiding her clit. Only a hint of what was there was exposed, but it was enough and unmistakable. Seeing it made me want to slide between her legs and start exploring each crack and crevice in hopes of exposing all its treasures and pleasures right then and there.
Chapter Two
Once Gwen’s body was fully revealed she just stood there next to the pool, hands on hips, waiting expectantly. Even though I knew she was waiting for me to get out, I couldn’t take my eyes off her body. She was perfect. Absolutely, no question about it, one hundred percent perfect!
There was one question that was answered the moment her pussy was finally above the surface of the water. The hair on her head was black, if her pubic hair was any judge.
“Seriously,” Gwen snapped. “I thought we were going to go for a walk, not stare at me all night.”
I took a chance, trying to be cool.
“Do you blame me?” I smirked, trying to show as much confidence as possible.
“Sam! Get the hell out of the hot tub!”
Yikes, not the answer I was expecting.
“Fine, fine…” I climbed out of the pool with much less fanfare and allure than when Gwen did it, but that didn’t stop her from watching me the whole time. “Better?”
“Yup!” Gwen smiled, her eyes finally leaving my cock and meeting my own. “Much, much better.”
“Yeah, yeah, take it all in,” I said, standing in front of her, my feet shoulders width apart and my arms crossed in front of my chest. The point was to hide nothing from her, showing her that this wasn’t a big deal to me. It was, it really, really was, but I couldn’t let her know that! “Come on, get it over with.”
“You just going to stay hard like that?” Gwen asked, pointing towards my dick which was doing the exact same thing to her.
I was as hard as I had ever been, but I did my best to ignore it. If I brought attention to it, then I would think about it. That…would be a recipe for disaster.
“Maybe?” I shrugged, still doing nothing to show any embarrassment about my erection. “It’s got a mind of its own.”
“Yeah right,” Gwen laughed. “Come on, let’s go.” Gwen turned and started walking into the trees, away from the path that ran through this part of camp.
It only took me a couple strides to catch up to her, seeing as how she wasn’t moving all that quickly. I would like to think she was doing that on purpose, waiting for me to catch up. If that was indeed the case, she didn’t give me any sign to confirm it. She just kept walking, her hips swaying as she went. She looked so good walking I was tempted to just follow behind her so I could keep watching her ass as she went. I thought better of that though and fell into step alongside her.
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We walked side by side as we wound our way through the trees, always moving away from any signs of campers. When it was dark like this, it was almost impossible to tell where we were going. Once we were a good ways away from any artificial lights we had to rely solely on the moon for any illumination between the trees.
That did afford each of us a chance to scope out the other, which we were both doing as much as we could without getting caught. That worked for a bit, until we both decided to look at the same time, thinking the other would be watching where we were going. When I saw her head looking down at my dick when I glanced at her tits, I laughed. I shouldn’t have. I tried not to, not wanting to ruin the moment but when I did, Gwen’s eyes snapped up to meet mine and we both froze there for a moment, like a deer in headlights.
We were both busted but, luckily, I was the one that noticed it so I could play it off as something else entirely.
“Too bad you don’t have a camera,” I said.
“What? Why?”
“Because then you could take a picture of my cock…it would last longer.”
“I don’t know,” Gwen mussed. “I don’t think it’s going soft any time soon. At least it doesn’t look like it.”
“Well, what do you expect?”
“That,” Gwen giggled. “That’s exactly what I expect from boys your age.”
“Oh, and have you been checking on my dick to make sure it stayed at full attention this whole time?”
“What kind of girl do you think I am!” Gwen huffed, playfully.
“Uh huh,” I rolled my eyes, not that she could see them in the darkness, but I still did it anyway. “You've been checking out my junk since I got out of the hot tub.”
“So, you’ve been staring at my tits the whole time!” She hefted them in her hands as a point of emphasis.
“They are pretty good to look at.”
“Judging by your dick, I would have to think so.” Gwen laughed, but then she looked around and her eyes widened, and she pointed to something through the trees. “Hey, look!”
I turned to see what she was pointing at and saw water that was so calm that the image of the moon looked just as clear as the one high overhead in the evening sky. It took me a second to realize where we were. That lake wasn’t a lake at all. Not really. It was the hot spring I had swum in more times than I could count. I just hadn’t realized it right away because I had never approached it from this direction.
We had walked a lot further than I thought we had, but when I looked back to Gwen, she was grinning and without warning she took off running towards the water.
“Hey!” I yelled, taking off in an attempt to catch up. I nearly tripped and fell on my face with my first step, but I managed to regain my balance, if narrowly.
Watching her run from behind was a sight to see, her muscles flexing and tensing with each stride. The way her ass moved and swayed ever so slightly with each footfall. I could only imagine how good she looked from the front, the way her breasts would shake and move as she ran. God!
I ran hard, driving my legs as fast as I could. My feet thudded into the ground with as much force as my legs could muster. Gwen was fast, a lot faster than I would have ever guessed, but I was faster, and I started gaining on her quickly.
I was right on her heels, reaching out to try to catch her arm but right when I was going to grab her, she dove forward, and I ran headlong into the water, halting my momentum as Gwen disappeared under the surface of that water right in front of me.
I swam after her, but when she burst through the surface of the water, I was still a long way away from her. She launched up high enough for me to clearly see her stomach, her tits bouncing in a way that was awe inspiring. She swung her head, her hair fanning out wide, flinging excess water around her in a perfect halo, the spray as it raced away from her seemed to sparkle due to the ghostly pale light of the moon.
My breath caught in my throat at the sight, and I stopped my chase, treading water. I watched her slowly sink back down to her chin. Her body was once again hidden below the water’s surface. She bobbed slightly, grinning happily in my direction as she too started kicking her feet and using her arms to keep herself afloat.
“What?” Gwen asked when I didn’t move to join her. Just staying where I was watching her.
“Uhh, sorry,” I stammered, her voice snapping me back to attention. “I was just…uh, never mind.”
“Then get over here already.” Her voice was full of mirth and exuberance.
I didn’t need to be told twice, I started swimming towards her, covering the distance quickly.
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“This was my favorite spot when I came here before my parents split up,” Gwen announced, her head slowly turning so that she could take it all in. She smirked and when her eyes met mine again, I could see a hint of blush on her cheeks.
“Good memory?” I asked, trying to tease out whatever information I could get to explain her expression.
“Yeah,” she nodded. “My first time was over there…in the shallow section.”
“You mean your—"
“Yup, I lost my cherry in this very water.” Gwen cut me off.
“Must have been good, considering how much you’re blushing.”
“Eh…it wasn’t bad. As far as losing your virginity goes. His name was Jarrod, and he was totally hot, and a few years older than me at the time.”
“Oh, I see,” I nodded dramatically. “You’re one of those girls into older guys.”
I was trying to be a little sarcastic, but at the same time, I was pretty sure I hit the nail right on the head. I mean, honestly, how many hot girls like younger boys? Not many.
“For him, absolutely!”
“Guess that means I’m shit out of luck then…” I pouted.
Instead of addressing that statement, Gwen changed the subject entirely. Well, she didn't change it, she just launched herself at me and attempted to dunk me under the water. I don’t know if she was part seal or something, but she had no issue whatsoever in throwing her body high out of the water and pressing all her weight on my head and shoulders.
I felt my head smashed between her firm, yet soft boobs as she laughed maniacally. I tried to sink and slip away but her arms wrapped around my head and her legs around my torso. The added weight and the suddenness of it was more than I could handle, and I didn’t even get a chance to take a breath before I found myself held under water.
My hands instantly clasped onto her arms, and I tried to pry them apart. She fought me, I could feel her squeezing as hard as she could, but I managed to create just enough of a gap to slip out and pop up through the surface of the water, gasping.
When my eyes cleared, I saw Gwen, not too far away but far enough that I couldn’t just reach out and grab her. My eyes narrowed, it was my turn, revenge was going to be sweet.
Gwen saw the expression on my face and her eyes went wide for only a moment before she took off swimming away from me. I gave chase. I kicked as hard as I could, using my arms with every bit of power they could generate to propel me forward.
Gwen wasn’t like a seal at all, she was more like a damned otter! Every single time I got close, she would turn, dive, spin, roll, anything possible to keep herself out of my clutches. Even worse, she would somehow end up in the perfect spot to attack me again, jumping on top of me or grabbing my waist or legs and forcing me further underwater each time. More than once, she brushed or grabbed my cock, but it never seemed intentional, even if I had wanted it to be. So, my steel erection never wavered.
I managed to feel her soft smooth skin in the palms of my hands a few times, but it was only because I was trying to fight her off and push her away. I will say her skin felt amazing. Smooth didn’t even begin to describe it. Not only that, but it was also hard because of the muscles hidden beneath. She was strong. Far, far stronger than I thought.
I felt like I had been chasing her for hours in the water. My heart was pounding so loudly I thought she would be able to hear it. Not to mention the fact that I was desperately trying to catch my breath, but I just couldn’t do it. The two of us ended in a stalemate of sorts. She was watching me a short, safe distance away. I could see she was breathing as hard as I was, but she was smiling as she did.
“Truce?” I managed to gasp out between lungful’s of air.
“You didn’t even catch me once. Why would I agree to a truce?” Gwen asked, and then started laughing, hard. “I don’t believe you. You’re just going to attack me when I’m not paying attention.”
“I won’t, I promise.”
“Uh huh, yeah right.”
“Fine, you don’t believe me?” I started moving towards the shore. I didn’t say another word, keeping my eyes locked on her the whole time until I felt the soft squishy earth beneath my toes. I didn’t stop there, I kept going until the water was down to my waist, hiding my perpetual erection. “Believe me now?”
“I guess so. You swear you won’t try to throw me in the water or something stupid like that?”
“Yes, I told you I wouldn’t.”
Slowly, Gwen started making her way to where I was standing. She didn’t come all the way out of the water. Instead, she stayed about five feet away. Just in case I wasn’t being exactly honest.
“Do you think anyone is at the pool?” Gwen asked when she finally realized I wasn’t going to attack her like she had done to me.
“You mean the one over there, or the new one?” I asked. “I’m sure the new one still has some people in it still. Maybe not the old one though.”
“The new one is so nice! I got to check it out this week.”
“I actually helped build it. Me and my sister.”
“No kidding?”
“Yup, it was fun, but it also sucked too. I don’t like wet concrete at all.”
“Well, let’s go see if anyone is at the old one. Maybe we could jump off the old diving boards if they’re still there.”
“Sure, why not?”
###
The walk over to the pool didn’t take long. This time we were openly checking each other out, giggling and snickering when our eyes met. It was fun. We, more importantly, I, was somehow completely comfortable with Gwen seeing me for who I was. All of me. It’s not like I could hide myself at all, but I didn’t need to, nor did I want to.
It wasn’t until now, as I walked through the trees with Gwen towards the pool, that I really understood how different it was being here without Sara. I wanted nothing more than for her to be here. Desperately. It was always so much easier to move around, meet people when she was with me. She was like my safety net.
Now that I was all on my own, it was different. I was on my own on the high wire and right now, with Gwen I was comfortable, confident, and more importantly, happy. I wasn’t sure if that was due to Gwen and who she was exactly, but if I had to guess, she played a large role in the confidence I felt. I felt older, wiser, surer footed, even though she teased me constantly about my erection.
All in all, if this is how the summer was going to go for me, I could handle it, and I was actually looking forward to what was in store.
“What are you thinking about?” Gwen asked, her face locked on mine, and I hadn’t even realized she was looking at me, too lost in my own thoughts to pay attention to what was right in front of me.
“Sara,” I answered matter-of-factly.
“Who’s Sara, one of your friends from camp?”
“No,” I chuckled, shaking my head. “She’s my sister. This is the first year she hasn’t been here with me.”
“Why didn’t she come with you?”
“She’s checking out a bunch of colleges with my parents this summer.”
“So, let me get this straight,” Gwen stopped walking, grabbing my arm, and forcing me to stop alongside her. “You’re here…alone?”
“Yeah, I mean, I am staying with my grandparents, but yeah. It’s just me.”
“Holy shit!” The stunned look on Gwen’s face was confusing and I had no idea what she was thinking.
“What?” I was utterly and thoroughly confused.
“Sam, don’t you see it? Your parents left you here…at a nudist camp…all alone…no real supervision…”
“Yeah, so?” It’s not like my parents ever truly supervised Sara and me when we were at camp. So, I didn’t see how that was a big deal about now.
“Oh, God! If I had the whole summer here to do what I wanted. I can’t even imagine the crazy shit I would get into.” That got my attention, and I gave her a look that made it obvious I wanted her to explain more. Gwen smirked devilishly. “Let’s just say, I wouldn’t ever be alone. Not by choice, anyway.”
“You’re not alone now.”
“Nope, I’m not.” Gwen's eyes flashed to my erection that seemed to glow from the moon in the position I was standing in, making it look like some kind of magic scepter and not just my dick. She waggled her eyebrows, I knew exactly what she meant, and I burst out laughing. She looked offended for a moment but then joined me laughing just as hard as I was. “I really wish you would have gotten here last weekend. It would have been nice to have a cute boy my age, or in your case, close to it, to hang out with and have a good time…”
“Yeah, I think we could have had fun.”
“I don’t think, I know it!” Gwen gave me a knowing smile that I couldn’t help returning.
###
The pool, as it turned out, was occupied by a fairly large group of people that if I had to guess, were in their early twenties. It looked like an even mix of guys to girls and they were laughing as they played chicken in the shallower section of the pool. From my quick count, there were six couples. Eight if you counted the other two at the diving boards.
“Looks like we don’t get the diving boards to ourselves,” I said, keeping my voice low so as to not draw any notice.
“Yeah, I don’t think we should…interrupt them.” Gwen pointed towards the large hot tub. I hadn’t seen anything as we walked over here but looking now, it was quite easy to see a woman in the throes of ecstasy as she rode her partner. From the looks of it, she was only moments away from an orgasm. “It’s pretty late anyway. I should probably get back. I have to wake up early tomorrow morning.”
“Damn, are you sure?” I groaned. I was enjoying her company, and I thought if we had any more time, I could probably have a really good time. “We can try the sauna or something.”
“I shouldn’t.”
“Yeah, okay,” I sighed. “Want me to walk back to the other side of camp with you?”
“Yeah, that’d be great.”
We didn’t talk much as we walked this time. The night was all but over, and I knew I wasn’t ready for it to end. When we got to my grandparents’ house, Gwen stopped and before I knew it, she wrapped her arms around me, smashing her breasts against my chest and gave me a long, warm hug.
I returned it with enthusiasm. Feeling her skin against mine was wonderful. My erection pressed against her stomach, and she hadn’t flinched at all at its insistence for attention.
“I can’t believe you’re still hard!” Gwen giggled, swaying just slightly, enough to rub my shaft against her but not enough to be too stimulating. Not that I would have complained if it were. I shrugged as if it was no big deal. “God, I wish I had one more day to take advantage of that thing. I bet I could get a few rounds of it before it went soft.”
“Eh, probably two, three if you know what you’re doing.”
“Oh, I definitely know what I’m doing.”
“That’s what you said…I wouldn’t know,” I gave her a suggestive wink and she laughed.
“You don’t believe me?”
“I didn’t say that.” I replied.
“How long are you going to be here?”
“All summer,” I answered quickly.
“I will have to come back in August,” Gwen announced. “You sure you’re going to be here?” I nodded, grinning. “Good, when I get back, I will show you what I am really capable of.”
“It’s a date.”
The look Gwen gave me at that statement was one of shock. Then she grinned evilly and leaned in and gave me one of the best, hottest, most erotic kisses I had ever experienced in my life. Her tongue probed my mouth, but not in that overly aggressive way that some people do it. She was gentle, but also insistent. I returned her techniques with my own. It didn’t take long before our hands were groping and grasping at each other greedily.
“Okay, I get it!” Gwen gasped as she pulled away from me. “You’re mine when I get back. Got it?”
“Looking forward to it.” I winked.
Gwen rolled her eyes, turned, and started walking away into the night. I didn’t go inside right away. Instead, I watched her go, waiting for her to turn and look back at me. She didn’t for almost a dozen paces, but when she did, I beamed a brilliant white smile back at her and she started laughing again, shaking her head as she disappeared into the night.
Chapter Three
I woke up at my usual early hour in an unfamiliar bed. That one fact alone got my heart racing as my mind scrambled to figure out what was going on and where I was. It took my mind a minute to finally realize that I was in the guest room in my grandparents’ house.
Knowing where I was, I glanced out the window and saw only darkness. The Windy Pines wasn’t like your local neighborhood where there were houses across the street and streetlights to help illuminate the road. Instead, it was the total darkness of the forest where the camp was situated. I couldn’t see anything. That was fine with me, I was used to waking up early in the morning.
My mind flashed to my mom. I remembered the look on her face yesterday when she told me we needed to stop…before we went too far. That hurt just as badly now, even a day later.
As bad as that was, there was nothing I could do about it right now.
The house was dark due to the early hour. I crawled out of bed and headed for the kitchen to make my morning coffee. I had my usual morning hard-on that was stiff enough that I knew trying to go to the bathroom was going to be a moot point. It would have to wait until after my coffee.
###
I closed the door to the guest room as I stepped into the hall, and I froze. I could smell the wonderful aroma of my special coffee in the air.
Mom! She’s here!
I raced toward the kitchen, thinking my mom had changed her mind and instead of going with Dad and Sara, she had come to spend the summer with me. I shouldn’t have though. When I skidded to a halt on the linoleum in the kitchen, I found Grandma standing in the kitchen with two mugs of steaming hot coffee, smiling.
“I wasn’t sure you would be up early enough for coffee,” Grandma said, handing me the coffee she had made for me. “What time did you come back?”
“Honestly, Grandma,” I replied, taking the offered mug, taking a sip, and burning my mouth when I did so. “I have no idea.”
“It was almost one in the morning when I went to sleep, and you weren’t back yet,” Grandma’s glance at my dick wasn’t lost on me, but I tried to ignore it by pretending I hadn’t seen it. If there was ever a time I wished I had an on-off switch for my penis, this would have been it. “Did you and Gwen have fun?”
“We did,” I answered, smiling as I thought about her. “She was really nice.”
“She changed a lot in the last few years since we last saw her. It’s a shame about her parents though.”
“Yeah, I’m glad Mom and Dad never got divorced.”
“That never would have happened. Not with your mom and dad.” Grandma smiled. “Those two were made for each other.”
“How do you know?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Parents just do, trust me.” Grandma winked and I chuckled. “Want to go outside and sit on the deck with me?”
“Umm…” I wasn’t sure what to say. I knew she was just being nice, being my grandma. At the same time, I knew exactly what she wanted. It wasn’t like it was some kind of secret.
“Don’t worry,” The look on Grandma’s face softened, seeing the internal debate I was having written across my face. “I won’t try to get you to do anything you don’t want to do. Okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” I smiled, feeling relieved but also terrible because the look on Grandma’s face was one of hurt but she hid it well. “Thanks.”
Still, she wanted to relive what she had with my dad when he was my age. I wasn’t interested in that. I was still going to want to get myself off in the mornings. That was a routine I wasn’t willing to just throw away, not just yet. I would just have to figure out a different way to go about it.
“Come on, let’s go. There is nothing like watching the sun rise through the trees out here.”
###
Grandma took a seat across from me at her patio table. Both of our chairs angled towards the east, where the sun would eventually peek through the trees, bringing light to a brand-new day at camp and the rest of the world.
My coffee was delicious, and I savored every single drop. I had a smile on my face ever since that first taste. Grandma watched me as I enjoyed it, but not in a predatory kind of way. More of as the loving grandmother she truly was.
I tipped my mug to my lips, drinking the last sip of my drink before gently setting the empty mug on the glass table top we were sharing.
“Do you want another one?” Grandma asked.
I thought about it for a second before replying. The sun hadn’t yet come up and it’s not like I had somewhere better to be. Eventually I wanted to go explore camp and see if the families I knew were here this year or not. If last night with Gwen was any kind of indicator as to how this summer was going to go, I wanted to be out and about as soon as possible.
“Sure, if that’s okay?” I replied.
“Of course it’s okay,” Grandma smiled, getting up and rustling my hair with her hand. “I’ll be right back.”
In what seemed like record time, Grandma was back handing me a cup of my special brew and retaking her seat across from me.
“Thanks, Grandma,” I said after taking a sip from my refreshed mug.
“You’re welcome, Sam,” Grandma replied, smiled, and put her feet up on the table, her mug in her hands, resting right between her breasts.
She noticed when my eyes locked onto her mug and how it just happened to be nestled in between her tits. She didn’t say anything but just grinned when she caught me and then turned to watch the sun because it had just started to brighten the skies beyond the trees.
Neither of us said anything while we watched the sunrise. When my second cup of coffee was done, I got up to go inside.
“I’m going to go take a shower, but I will wash this first.”
“Oh, don’t worry about washing that, I’ll take care of it.” Grandma insisted. “Just leave it on the counter when you go in.”
“You sure? I can wash it.”
“Don’t be silly.” She shooed me away. “Now go on and take a shower.”
If she wanted to do the dishes, I wasn’t going to complain. Besides, I had some needs to take care of, and the shower was the best place to find relief.
###
The first place I wanted to explore was the road past all the old cabins. It was too early to expect anyone to be at the pool and just walking past the cabins would give me an idea of who was here and who wasn’t and how many of the cabins were occupied.
After last summer, I was prepared to see most of the cabins being empty. The new section of the camp had become the go-to place to be and this older section…well, it wasn’t quite forgotten, but it definitely wasn’t most people’s first choice.
I couldn’t blame them, not even in the slightest. Those new cabins were far nicer and had a lot more room inside than the old ones. The pool was better and there was a communal club house that made cooking and gathering in groups so much easier. Then there was the putt-putt course! It’s just not a fair comparison.
As I walked from the retiree section of the camp and crossed over into the old section, I smiled to myself. So many great memories have been created over here. I couldn’t help but think what might have been if Sara and I were allowed to spend as much time growing up here as Mom and Dad did. There were no age restrictions back then which meant they actually got to grow up here, not just spend summers here.
The light went on in my mind. That’s how Grandma knew without any doubt that Mom and Dad were made for each other.
The sound of someone running got my attention and I looked up to see two guys, one looked like he might be in his late teens or possibly early twenties with long hair that was pulled back behind his head. The other, however, looked to be my father’s age and had a shaved head. Both were equally tanned all over, which was generally a sign that they weren’t just part-time nudists. They both smiled when I noticed them. I raised my hand in a friendly greeting.
“Morning!” the older of the two replied, the younger returning my wave. Both of them were smiling as they ran past me.
It didn’t take long before I concluded that this side of the camp was almost full. From my count, there were only two cabins that weren’t rented yet and the summer was just getting started. Even at this early hour, there were a shocking number of people already moving about their day. Most of them weren’t running like the two that passed me earlier, but I saw more than a couple of porch swings occupied.
I couldn’t help myself and reminisced about how I spent so many mornings on a porch swing just like those. I felt a stirring in my balls at just the thought of those times and smiled to myself. My mind flashed through several different memories, all of them amazing until I remembered watching Mary dive into my mom’s pussy as if her life depended on it. Not only that, but how my mother reacted. God, that was incredible!
If I hadn’t jerked off in the shower, I was sure I would have been fully erect right now. Since I had, I didn’t grow to full hardness. Not that it would have mattered. Not here at least.
###
After walking past all the cabins, I decided to make my way to the pool area. I almost went to the hot springs instead but thought it would be better if I saved that spot for last. So far, I hadn’t seen anyone I knew. There were a lot of people, but not one of them I recognized from my previous summers. I wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing.
I took a roundabout way back to the pool meaning I cut through the trees rather than following the tire track road. The sun was fully up by now and as I walked, I could hear people out and about. No one was all that close to me, but it wasn’t that big of a place that you could truly vanish if you wanted to, not on this side of the old cabins at least.
If you really wanted privacy, you needed to go behind the cabins, where Jenny and I had our first time. Jenny was so much fun. She was just as excited as I was, and Sara too for that matter. I started laughing to myself when I remembered Sara sucking my dick right after my condom had been yanked off. The face she made when she tasted me after that was something I would never forget in a million years.
I decided right then and there that I needed to find that fallen log again this summer. I didn’t feel the sudden need to take someone there. Not that I was opposed to such a thing, but it would be nice to see that spot again. As soon as Mom, Dad, and Sara got here, I would drag Sara along with me and see what she says when we got there.
###
I was about halfway to the pool when I heard a group of girls talking. I slowed down, not wanting to walk right into them. They were talking about something I couldn’t quite make out from this distance but then I heard the unmistakable sound of girls squealing followed by giggling as girls tend to do.
I was tempted to try to hang back a bit, slowing my pace to find who the group was moving through the trees with me. Before I even got to finish that thought, a group of four girls were ahead of me, standing in a little group in the middle of the path. Three of them were facing away from me and had no idea I was there. One of them, however, with bright red hair that spun in tight curls, was looking in my direction. Her eyes met mine and I watched as they widened when she noticed me step into the open.
“Oh shit!” the redhead exclaimed. “There’s a guy right over there!”
That little pronouncement sent the other three into an immediate panic as they started frantically trying to figure out what was happening. The three girls not looking my way jumped, their heads snapping this way and that before all four of them somehow found themselves lined up in front of me.
I smirked at their overreaction, not that I blamed them. Who wouldn’t react like that if you were hiding in the trees and some random stranger showed up unannounced like I had? What made it funny for me wasn’t the fact I had startled them, but how they physically reacted to me being there.
The only one who remained even remotely calm was the fiery redhead who was the shortest of the bunch by an inch or two.
With the four girls lined up before me, I was able to take them in, in all their glory. Sort of. The redhead had flawless pale skin, pinked by the sun and nowhere near the tan most campers sported. Her cheeks and the tops of her shoulders had a smattering of freckles. She had the largest chest of the four, though not nearly as large as Sara’s. Sara didn’t have huge tits, but they weren’t what would be considered small either. This girl’s tits were nice and round and larger by a fair bit from the other three.
She saw me looking at her and grinned, blushing furiously. She had a nice flare to her hips that matched the swell of her tits. Her nipples were almost indiscernible because her areola blended so perfectly into the skin that formed her tits so perfectly. It was clear she was younger than me and gauging their age based on their looks compared to Sara, they were fourteen, maybe fifteen at most.
The biggest difference between this one and the other three was the way she stood there before me. She was nervous, but she didn’t try to hide from me. Her accomplices however…they all tried to cover their tits and pussies from my view, wrapping their arms across their chests and dropping a hand to cover the junctions between their legs. With them being younger, those arms and hands did a remarkable job of hiding their breasts from view.
I knew then that these girls were new. Not just to camp, but to nudism as a whole. There was one other glaring aspect that only furthered my suspicion. All four of the girls sported pubic hair. The redhead, hers was trimmed slightly, but the other three, those were wild and untamed, so much so that if they were to wear a bikini, their pubic hair would have been visible along the edges.
“This is your first time here, right?” I asked, trying to act cool in front of the four girls.
“How’d you know?” the fiery redhead asked.
I smirked. I didn’t think explaining why I came to that conclusion was a good idea, so I didn’t. I choose a different path…a harmless one.
“I’ve just never seen any of you here before.” I replied like it was no big deal.
“Well, duh,” She fired back, jutting her hip out to the side, her hands resting on her waist.
“You asked, I answered,” I shrugged.
“What happened to your pubes? Or haven’t you got them yet?” The tallest of the group asked. Her voice was almost accusing, like she was about to tease me about it but wasn’t quite sure of herself enough to come straight out with it. I had shaved that morning; my cock and balls were perfectly smooth.
She wasn’t all that tall in general terms, just taller than her other three friends. She also somehow managed to have the smallest chest and the thickest bush I think I had ever seen. Her blonde hair and dark pubes answered the question if she had dyed her hair, like the other two blondes with her. The hand she had placed in front of her pussy did very little to hide the thick tuft of hair that covered almost her entire pubic region.
I didn’t dignify her comment with a vocal response. I just shook my head and started walking to the pool. I had to walk past them to do so, which was weird because none of them moved as I approached.
“So, uh, what’s your name?” the redhead asked as I approached.
“Sam.” I answered.
“I’m Kara,” I nodded my acknowledgement but didn’t pause in my way past the girls.
They still hadn’t moved when I got within a step or two. If they weren’t going to move, I would just go around. That seemed to shock them even more so than me calling out that they were new to the camp.
“What? Too scared to talk to us?” the tall one asked, glaring at me.
“No, I just have better things to do than deal with a group of little girls who don’t have any manners.”
“What!” The girls all chorused together.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I kept walking, ignoring what she was saying. “Hey, don’t just walk away from us. Do you hear me!” I didn’t stop. I just grinned and kept putting one foot in front of the other. I would never have had the courage to act like this in front of any of the girls at school but for some reason, here at camp, I could, and it felt really good. “Hey, where do you think you’re going?”
I could hear them following me. They walked as loudly through the trees as a family of drunken elephants. Their feet pounding into the ground with each furious stomping step. This only furthered my guess that they were barely old enough to be allowed into The Windy Pines. Also, if I had to wager, I was willing to bet these four girls were part of the popular crew and not at all used to being treated in the way I had just treated them.
The crazy thing was there were four good looking girls, naked, and were arrayed out before me and my dick didn’t even twitch. Not once. I walked a little taller the rest of the day knowing that one, I had some control over my dick and two, I had bested them in their own game.
I did see those girls a few more times throughout the day. One or two of them, usually the redhead, Kara, would be looking in my direction, watching me. When I noticed her, she would just smile and whisper something to her little posse. It was weird and I just tried to ignore them.
###
“So, what did you do today?” Grandma asked, as she finally sat down at the kitchen table where Grandpa and I were waiting.
“Not much,” I answered. “I just kind of looked around and explored the old cabins and stuff.”
I had gone around to the pool, hung out there for a little bit before grabbing some lunch. I spent most of the afternoon around the hot springs. I didn’t see a single person I recognized. At least not any of the people I had hung out with before. There were a couple of families or couples I had seen around during previous trips up here, but they knew me because of who I was and because my grandparents owned the place.
So, there were a couple of friendly waves or acknowledgments, but no one talked to me. I would have to go check out the new section tomorrow.
“It’s going to be busy over there this year,” Grandpa said. “All of the cabins but one, I think, are booked for most of the summer.”
“Yeah, that’s what I saw. I think there were two cabins that were still empty, but all the others had people staying in them.”
“Did you talk to any of the people over there today?” Grandma asked. “There are a whole bunch of new families this year. I don’t think it’s been this busy in years. It’s kind of exciting.”
“No, I didn’t really talk to anyone.”
“Really? No one?” Grandma questioned. She almost looked concerned.
“Well, I did run into a group of girls as I was walking through the trees.”
“Girls, huh?” Grandma replied, smirking. “Were they cute? Did you find out their names?”
“Kara was one of them,” I answered. “She’s a redhead. There were three other girls with her, but I didn’t get their names.”
“I know who you’re talking about,” Grandma smiled. “Kara and her parents are from down south in California somewhere. She seemed really nice when they checked in. I didn’t get a chance to talk with the other girls that came with them though.”
“I don’t think nice is the right word for them.” I grumbled.
“Why?”
“One of them, the tallest one, I didn’t catch her name was a bitch.”
“Sam! Language.” Grandma barked.
“Sorry, but she was.”
“What happened?” Grandpa asked.
“They were just mean and had attitudes like they were better than me.”
“Ah, one of those groups.” Grandpa nodded, knowingly.
“Well, it’s their first time at a place like this. Maybe they’ll—”
“What did you do, or how did you handle them?” Grandpa asked, cutting off Grandma from whatever she was going to say.
“Nothing really. I told them my name and Kara gave me hers. Then I asked if it was their first time here.”
“Then what did you do?”
“I just walked away, ignoring them,” I shrugged. “The four of them were blocking the little path I was walking on towards the pool. The bit…er, mean one then tried to insult and tease me about my dick and how I shave. I just walked around them and didn’t say anything.”
Grandpa nodded, but Grandma’s facial expression was not at all what I was expecting. She was grinning like she knew something I didn’t, and I had no idea why.
“Sam, did you see those girls again?” She asked.
“Yeah, a couple times.”
“Uh oh,” Grandma said, and Grandpa started chuckling.
“What?” I asked. “Uh oh, what?”
“Those four girls are going to be following you around like lost puppies now.”
“No way. Why would they do that?”
“Trust me. I remember being their age. It was different back then, of course, but not that different.”
Chapter Four
I woke up from a dream that was both surprising and incredibly erotic. Needless to say, I was rock hard when I climbed out of bed. My mind was still reeling from what I had dreamed, and it was strange that I could remember all of it.
Usually, when I had dreams like that, they faded, if not completely vanished once I got up. Today, however, it lingered. When I walked into the kitchen, Grandma was there pouring coffee into the two mugs she had sitting on the counter.
“Good morning, Sam,” Grandma smiled. “Coffee’s almost ready.”
“Morning,” I replied, returning her smile.
“Why don’t you head outside and take a seat. I’ll bring out the coffee in a minute.”
“Sure, thanks.”
I had just sat down when I heard the patio doors glide open and the sound of Grandma’s footsteps as she walked over, placed the mug on the table in front of me and took her seat to my right.
She sat back in her chair, resting her hot mug between her breasts like she had the day before. She watched me take my first sip and sigh contentedly as I leaned back into my chair.
“Let me guess, good dream?” Grandma asked, her eyes locked on my hardness for a few moments before looking back up at me.
“How’d you know?” I asked, blushing but my cock remained perfectly rigid.
“I didn’t think it was because of these,” Grandma said, moving her mug away and shaking her chest slightly which had the effect of jiggling her tits. “And I have raised a son before, so I know the signs when I see them.” Grandma laughed at my further blushing embarrassment.
“Did that dream happen to involve the four girls from yesterday?” she asked. I grinned like an idiot for some reason and nodded. She smiled and added, “Yeah, thought so.”
We sat there quietly for a bit, each of us slowly sipping our drinks, savoring their heat and flavor.
“You know you can take care of that, right?” Grandma stated. I looked over to see if she was looking at me, but she wasn’t. Her head was facing to the east where the sun would rise any moment.
I watched her for a minute. Studying her.
“I know.” I finally replied.
“I won’t mind. It can’t be comfortable to just sit there with an erection that intense all morning.” That’s when she turned her head and looked at me in the eye, not at my cock. “I know you and your mom had your mornings together. Your dad’s told me all about it.”
“He did?” I was taken back a bit by that.
“Of course,” Grandma smiled at my reaction. “You didn’t think it was a secret, did you?”
“Well…” I looked into my mug, not wanting to meet her eyes.
“Your mom and dad don’t have any secrets. None.”
“You mean he knows…”
“Yup, he knows everything you two have done together.” My head snapped up and our gazes met, and my face paled, my eyes round at that realization and all its implications. “Oh, don’t worry. He’s not mad at all. He’s happy for you that you get those special moments. Just you and your mom.”
The mention of my morning coffee dates with mom. The fact that Grandma knew all about it and more than likely every single minute detail didn’t help my internal need for relief. I could vividly remember all the things Mom and I had done. I can feel what it felt like when Mom’s lips wrapped around my shaft and the heat of her mouth as her tongue danced along the crown of my cock.
My heart started pounding in my chest at just the memory of all those things we had done. Not only that, but precome was freely flowing from the tip of my dick and I desperately needed to go take a shower. Right now!
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Freshly showered and relieved, I left the house and headed towards the road that wasn’t really a road but served as a divider between the old cabins from the retiree section of camp. It was also the way to the new section just to the north.
I was feeling better post orgasm, but jerking off in the shower was nowhere near as satisfying as my normal morning routine. So, I was no longer rock-hard, but I wasn’t completely flaccid and spent either.
I had no more than crossed the dirt path that separated the retiree section from the old cabins when she saw me.
“Sam, hey! It’s me, Kara!” the redhead yelled, grinning brightly, waving her hand over her head to draw my attention.
I groaned inwardly. As if her curly red hair wasn’t enough for me to remember her and recognize her. That, and of the list of people I would have loved to see this morning, Kara was next to the bottom. The only one lower on that list was her tall beanpole friend. As much as I didn’t want to see her, seeing her jumping like that made her breasts do wondrous things and I quite liked those things now that I thought about it.
I did my best to remain reticent when I gave a subtle wave back and started walking in her direction. If what Grandma had said was true, there would be no getting away from this girl if I just ignored her, so it was better to just deal with her head on.
When Kara realized I was walking her way, she started bouncing on her feet, her hands clasped together in front of her chest.
“Hey, Kara. What’s going on?” I asked, coming to a stop right in front of her.
“I just wanted to apologize for…you know…yesterday,” Kara actually looked embarrassed as she said that. “I was hoping I could talk to you and maybe ask you some questions…”
“Questions about what?” I asked.
“Umm, just about camp and…stuff.” Kara stammered. Then, all of a sudden, her nervous words came racing out a mile a minute and it was a struggle to keep up. “You don’t have to do it now, I mean, if you have other things to do, or if you wanted to go and see your friends—"
“Slow down,” I said, reaching out to grab her arm and when I did, her eyes widened in surprise, and she froze. “I can’t understand you when you start talking that fast.” Kara nodded jerkily. “Okay then, what question?”
“Can we go somewhere…” Her eyes scanned the area around us as she wrung her hands nervously. “You know, more…um, private?” I gave her a questioning look but nodded and the look of relief on her face when I agreed was unmistakable. “Do you know a good place…?”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. Kara looked mortified but as I kept laughing, she relaxed and the two of us laughed together.
“Alright, come on,” I told her. “I know a place.”
I started walking towards the cabins, Kara keeping step right beside me, her face still flushed from our shared laughter. We walked for a few minutes; Kara kept looking over her shoulder as we went. I assumed she was looking for her friends.
“Where are we going?” She asked when instead of continuing on our path in front of the cabins, we turned and started going behind them.
“You wanted somewhere private, right?” She nodded. “Well, I have been coming here for years and there are only a few places that you can go and not have people sneak up on you.”
“Like you did to us yesterday?” Kara smirked.
“Yeah, just like that.”
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I was tempted to take her to the fallen log. I wanted to see it again, but taking Kara there felt…wrong. So, instead, we wound our way through the trees until I found a little clearing far enough away from the cabins that there was some modicum of privacy for us to talk.
“So, what did you want to know?” I asked and Kara fidgeted in place nervously.
“Well…I wanted to know…about your um…” she pointed at my dick. I just stood there and waited for her to finish her question. “Why are you…why don’t you have pubic hair?”
“I shave it off,” I answered simply.
“But why?” Kara questioned.
“Because I like it this way.”
“But it makes you look like a kid.”
“Really? How many kids have dicks like this?” I fired back, grabbing my cock. I shouldn’t have, it immediately started filling because of my touch and the way Kara’s eyes were so focused on it. “It’s more comfortable, cleaner, this way.”
Kara didn’t look like she understood so I tried a different way of explaining it to her. One that I knew she would understand.
“Let me ask you this, Kara,” I said. “Why do girls dye their hair? Why do some people curl it or cut it short or grow it long?”
“Because they like it that way.”
“Exactly!” I nodded. “They think it makes them look good or beautiful. “This,” I looked down at my half hard cock, which definitely captured Kara's attention and interest. “I think it looks good. Why do I need any more reason than that?”
“I guess that makes some sort of sense. When you put it like that, I kind of get it. What about girls? Do guys or um, you prefer it shaved like yours or…?”
“Honestly, I like it when girls shave.”
“Okay. So, you don’t like the way mine looks?” She blushed a deep crimson as she spread her feet slightly, keeping her hands at her sides to give me an unobstructed view of her sex.
“It’s okay.”
“Okay? What kind of answer is that!”
“What? You asked.”
“You’re not supposed to tell a girl her vagina looks…okay!”
“What should I have said then?”
“I don’t know… not just okay!”
“Fine, it looks nice. Happy?”
“No, you’re just saying that.” I rolled my eyes. “Fine, what about my boobs? Do you like those at least?”
“Yup, those are nice…if a touch on the smaller side.” I teased, knowing it would get more of a reaction from her.
I was baiting her, which wasn’t very nice, but she was so readily swallowing those hooks that I couldn’t help myself. Her eyes flared with anger, and I took an instinctive step back, raising my hands in front of me in an attempt to stave off any potential repercussions.
“Smaller side?” Kara growled. “Really? What do you expect, I’m only fourteen! At least I have boobs!” She squeezed her tits, hard, and it wasn’t lost on me that her nipples had hardened dramatically from her manhandling them.
“I was just teasing you. Cool your jets, alright?” I waited for her to calm down, which she did faster than I would have expected. “What else did you want to know or were you only curious about my pubes?”
“Sex.” She said, I nearly choked on my tongue. “I mean, I know about sex, I’m not naive. I’ve seen pictures.”
“Uh…” I stammered. “What about it, exactly?”
“Do you…I mean, is there a lot of sex going on here?” The genuine curiosity and frankness of her question gave me pause. “All the boys our age all have erections and even some of the older people my parents age. Is that normal?”
“I mean, sure, there is a lot of sex here. Not out in the open, not all the time anyway.”
“You mean, we could actually see people having sex!”
“Yeah, I guess…”
“Oh wow!” Kara’s eyes were lit up like the Fourth of July. “Do you know where they do it? Can we go watch it now? I’ve never seen—”
“No. I am not going to help you find people having sex.”
“But, why not?”
“Because!” I answered, my tone firm. “Just because they might be having sex where you could see them, doesn’t mean they want you to go looking for them so you can watch.”
“Oh…” Kara’s shoulders slumped, and she lowered her head, looking the dirt under her feet. “I just thought that maybe…never mind.”
“Look, Kara. If you want to learn about sex, go ask your parents,” She shook her head violently at that idea. “If that won’t work, go find a boy and experience it for yourself. Seeing it and doing it are two very different things. Trust me.” I smirked.
“So, is it okay if we check out guys’ dicks and stuff?” Kara looked hopeful. “It’s kind of fun to see how different they are. Especially when they have erections.”
“I’m sure that would be fine,” I chuckled. “If one of them has a problem with it, they’ll tell you.”
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Kara and I were just standing there talking about nothing when we heard someone call Kara’s name.
“Kara! Where are you?”
“Over here, Courtney!” Kara yelled.
“Don’t move, I’m coming!” the other girl answered.
“That’s Courtney, she was with me yesterday.”
“Is she the tall one?” I asked.
“Oh, no. That was Clair. She’s not always so rude and snotty like that, not really.”
I just rolled my eyes. Kara was trying to stick up for her friend, which I could understand, but I didn’t believe her for a second.
“There you—oh hey, um, Sam.”
Courtney came to a stop right in front of Kara. This was the first chance I got to take in what Courtney looked like. When she wasn’t trying to cover herself that is. She was slender and just coming into her curves.
She, like Clair, had a full bush of pubic hair that completely obscured her pussy from my eyes. She had smaller, cone-shaped breasts with puffy nipples that were just a touch upturned. Her hair was dyed a dirty blonde, which was in stark contrast to the dark brown thatch between her legs. She was good-looking and had the promise that when she truly came into her body, she was going to be a knockout. She just wasn’t there quite yet, but I could see it.
That idea was enough to give another jolt of energy to my cock, which had flagged from my earlier arousal. Now though, it was coming back regardless of what I thought and tried to do to stop it.