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Table of Contents

A Week in Paradise Title

.... Chapter One

.... Chapter Two

.... Chapter Three

.... Chapter Four

.... Chapter Five

Memories Down Under Title

.... Chapter One

.... Chapter Two

.... Chapter Three

A Day After Title

.... Chapter One

.... Chapter Two

A Man From My Past Title

.... Contents

Wedding Reception Luck Title

.... Chapter One

.... Chapter Two

Double Trouble Title

.... Chapter 1

.... Chapter 2

.... Chapter 3

.... Chapter 4

.... Chapter 5

.... Chapter 6

A Week in Paradise

 

 

 

 

A Week in Paradise

 

By Douglas Fox

 

© 2017, 2022

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A story in the Life in Paradise Series

 

 

 

Life in Paradise Series

 

The Life in Paradise series follows the lives and exploits of teens growing up in Paradise, PA, the heart of the Pennsylvania Dutch country. It follows them and their families over a nearly sixty-year period between 1977 and 2036.

The series continues expanding, including seventeen stories with more to come. I hope you enjoy visiting the Martin clan and their many friends.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Week in Paradise Synopsis

 

Two families, one from western Pennsylvania, the other from central New Jersey, plan a week of rest and relaxation in the Amish country at a family campground in picturesque Lancaster County, PA. Their kids, hopped up on teenaged hormones, are looking for more action. Fate throws these two families together.

 

 

Cover photo of Londonvale Mill and the old Herr's Mill Covered Bridge

Chapter 1

Chapter One

 

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July 20, 1977 – Mt. Lebanon, outside Pittsburgh, PA

 

Pattie Zuniga, a pretty 14-year-old brunette was sitting on her bed facing her best friend, Susan Thomas, who was sitting across the room in Pattie’s bean bag chair. Pattie’s bedroom was decorated in pink with piles of cute stuffed animals. A poster of Leif Garrett on the wall was the one indication that Pattie was no longer a little girl. The teen heart throb with curly golden hair down to his collar stared down at the two teenaged girls.

 

“What are you going to do now that Frankie is gone?” Susan asked.

 

“I can’t believe it all happened so quickly,” Pattie marveled. “Three weeks ago, we were great couple with a future and then boom! His dad gets laid off from the steel plant and then they’re gone to North Carolina. It all happened so fast.”

 

“It sure did,” Susan agreed. “What are you going to do about it?”

 

“I’m going to miss Frankie,” Pattie replied. “I’ll mourn losing him. He was a great boyfriend. We had so much fun together.”

 

“Like in bed?” Susan said. “I still can’t believe you let him go all the way with you last Easter. Tony and I talk about. He wants to but it scares the crap out of me. What if Tony gets me pregnant?”

 

“It’s 1977, girl,” Pattie answered. “Rubbers are easy to get. They give them away at school. We are in the age of liberation. Sex is fun. Protect yourself and join the fun.”

 

“That is what Tony tells me,” Susan replied. “What happens if you forget to put the rubber on in the heat of the moment? It can happen.”

 

“Truth be told, it happened to Frankie and me our first time,” Pattie admitted. “The Monday after Easter when he came over… we didn’t plan to go all the way that afternoon. We were going to stop at rubbing ourselves together with our underwear on.”

 

“Dry humping?” Susan asked.

 

“Yeah, dry humping,” Pattie agreed. “Rubbing together feels even better with your underwear off. Too good as a matter of fact. Next thing I know, I am begging Frankie to stuff me with his dick.”

 

“Didn’t it hurt when he put it in?”

 

“I lost my hymen years ago,” Pattie answered. “His dick stuffed me but it didn’t hurt going in. It felt really nice once Frankie got started. Really… really nice.”

 

“You two didn’t have any protection the first time?” Susan gasped. “How could you take that chance?”

 

“It felt right,” Pattie answered. “We did sweat for the next week and a half until my period came.”

 

“That didn’t scare you off?” Susan asked. “Pregnancy scares the hell out of me.”

 

“You and Tony will love it when you finally breakdown and have sex,” Pattie said. “It is totally worth the risk. Anyway, today you can go down to the women’s clinic and get on the pill without them telling your parents. Once you are on the pill, it’s all fun with your guy. Get down and dirty all you want.”

 

“I don’t know,” Susan replied. “I am afraid something will go wrong and I end up like Cheryl Murray, fifteen, knocked up and kicked out of school.”

 

“99% safe,” Pattie said. “The pill practically guarantees you will be safe. Just don’t have sex if you forget to take one of your pills. How hard is that?”

 

“Are you going to look for another boyfriend?” Susan asked.

 

“Of course, but probably not until after school starts,” Pattie said. “While I am in Amish Country next week staying at that big campground, I may scout out the boys. If I find one that is even halfway hot, he is going to get lucky… very lucky.”

 

“You would screw a stranger?” Susan asked, her eyes wide in shock.

 

“What is wrong with a summer fling?” Pattie asked. “I have fun. The boy has fun. No harm, no foul.”

 

“Getting pregnant?” Susan challenged. “You are taking big risks. They could screw up your life.”

 

“You worry too much,” Pattie said. “I’ll be fine. You know what we should do when I get back from vacation?”

 

“What?”

 

“We should ask your sister, Denise, to drive us downtown to the Women’s clinic. Both of us could get the pill. We can enjoy our boy toys and not worry at all about getting knocked up.”

 

“I don’t know,” Susan replied.

 

“Promise me you will ask your sister to do this,” Pattie challenged. “You can be on the pill and not have sex, if you chose to miss out on all the fun. Will you ask?”

 

“I’ll talk to Denise,” Susan said.

 

“You’re the greatest,” Pattie said.

 

-----oooOooo-----

 

July 23, 1977 – Ronks Family Campground, Paradise, PA

 

Jim and Sandra Wells sat at the picnic table in campsite #47 by their big, family-sized tent. Jim was 40, a machinist and a Korean War vet. Sandra, a year younger, taught school. Their three kids sat at the table with them – Linda, 17 and ready to start her senior year in high school, Charlie, 14 and a soon-to-be freshman and Tim, 12, was ready to start seventh grade at the Clifton Junior High. Their family sign announced to the other campers, “The Wells Family, Clifton, NJ.”

 

They were finishing lunch as a Chevy Carryall towing a pop-up trailer stopped in front of their site. A mom and two daughters hopped out of the Carryall. The mom directed her husband as he backed the trailer into campsite #48. The trailer was placed so the door opened to face the Wells’ campsite.

 

The two girls were dressed similarly. They wore hot pants and blouses tied above their exposed midriffs. Timmy paid no attention to the girls. He was still in the ‘girls are dumb’ phase of boyhood. His older brother Charlie, well past that phase, noticed the older daughter immediately. Damn! She was hot! Long, nicely tanned legs, thin waist and big breasts for a teen who looked to be close to his age. Charlie popped a woody just looking at that pretty young girl.

 

The new family parked the trailer and the dad hopped out of the vehicle. He saw the Wells family and gave them a smile. He and his wife walked over to the Wells’ table.

 

“Looks like we’re going to be neighbors,” he said, smiling and offering his hand to Jim Wells. The 6’-0” tall, burly man looked like he could play linebacker for the Chicago Bears. His brown hair was close cropped, like someone in the military or the police.

 

“I’m George Zuniga,” the man said as they shook. “This is my wife, Betty and my daughters, Pattie and Julie.”

 

“Jim Wells,” Jim responded. “It is good to meet you.” Jim introduced his family to the Zunigas. The two briefly exchanged personal histories. George was fifty, and a veteran of World War II and the Korean War. He was drafted in 1945 and enjoyed his time in the army. He stayed in the army when the war ended and served a 20-year hitch before retiring.

 

George’s eyes lit up when Jim mentioned serving in Korea too. It turned out both men served in the 1st Cavalry Division in 1953-4. Most likely they never crossed paths while in-country. The division had more than 17,000 men and George served in the 5th Cavalry Regiment and Jim served in the 8th Cavalry Regiment.

 

“Did you have a long drive to get here?” Jim asked when the introductions were done.

 

“From Mount Lebanon,” George answered.

 

“I’m not sure where that is,” Jim commented.

 

“Near Pittsburgh,” George responded.

 

“That explains why you didn’t get here last night,” Jim said.

 

“We reserved the site for last night,” George answered. “I had to arrest two perps for fighting yesterday morning. I was stuck in arraignment yesterday afternoon, instead of driving in here.”

 

“You are a policeman?” Jim asked.

 

“I’ve done that a dozen years,” George responded, “…since I retired from the Army.”

 

“It’s good to meet all of you,” Jim said. “You will have to come over later, once you are setup and settled in. We can share some coffee and let our families get to know each other better. We are here all week.”

 

“That would be nice,” George agreed. “We are spending the week here too.”

 

George wasn’t the only person that thought the two families getting to know each other was a good idea. Charlie Wells ogled Pattie Zuniga. Pattie checked out the 5’-7”, 128-pound teen boy too. Her vow to have a fling if she found a halfway hot boy at the campground was going to come true. She wouldn’t need to settle for halfway hot either. She thought Charlie was totally hot, not quite Leif Garrett hot, but close enough for real life.

 

Linda and Timmy Wells headed for the pool while the Zuniga family opened up their trailer. They hooked up the water and electrical and then setup the fly in front of the trailer. Jim and Sandra Wells relaxed at their camp. Charlie hung back too, watching their neighbors set up.

 

Charlie didn’t mention his intentions as he hung with his parents. He may have thought he was playing it cool. His mom and dad both could see the interest Pattie Zuniga stirred in their son. Charlie liked girls and both parents knew that. Jim thought he’d probably do exactly when Charlie was doing, if he were fourteen and seeing the vision that was Pattie.

 

Pattie went inside and changed into her bikini. Charlie’s jaw dropped to the ground when she came outside. Damn, this girl was smoking hot. She sauntered across the patch of grass separating their two camps and sat down at the picnic table across from Charlie.

 

“Hi,” Pattie commented as she sat down.

 

“Hi,” Charlie managed to stutter as he stared at this vision invading his campsite.

 

“Your family got in yesterday,” Pattie commented. “Could you give me a tour of the campground, since I’m new here?”

 

“Tour? Sure, I could do that,” Charlie agreed readily. This girl was obviously not playing hard to get.

 

“Maybe we could finish at the pool and do a little swimming,” Pattie added. “It’s going to be a hot afternoon.”

 

“Hot,” Charlie agreed. “Definitely hot. Yeah… swimming would be fun. Mom, Dad, see you later. We’re out of here.”

 

“Be back for dinner,” Sandra Wells replied. “Say about 5:30.”

 

“Have fun, you two,” Jim added.

 

The two teens headed down the road towards the center of camp. “I’m sure you saw the old covered bridge by the campground entrance,” Charlie said. “It’s hard to miss.”

 

“I saw it on the way in,” Pattie agreed. “It might be fun to explore it sometime.”

 

“Sure,” Charlie agreed. “The Pequea Creek runs around the campground. There is another bridge and a trail along the edge of the woods and the creek.”

 

“We should check it out sometime,” Pattie agreed.

 

“The old grist mill is over there,” Charlie said, pointing towards the large stone building. “I’ll show you the ‘Barn.’ The campground set it up as a hangout for teens.”

 

“Let’s check it out,” Pattie suggested. The two teens walked towards the two story, red painted building. Charlie led Pattie up the earthen ramp to the upper floor of the bank barn. He showed her the juke box, the pinball machines, the video machines, game tables and the snack bar.

 

“This could be a fun place to spend a rainy day,” Pattie observed. They headed outside again.

 

“The camp office and store are over there,” Charlie said, continuing his tour of the facilities. “The shower house is there. The men’s bathrooms and a row of shower stalls lined one end of the building. The women’s room and another row of shower stalls were on the opposite side. The showers have individual stalls where have complete privacy when you shower.”

 

“That’s nice,” Pattie agreed.

 

“This one campground my family goes to sometimes, has a big open room with a bunch of shower heads. You have no privacy. It kind of sucks. It’s like our gym at my school.”

 

“Individual stalls are nicer,” Pattie agreed. “What are you? Like… fifteen?”

 

“Fourteen,” Charlie answered.

 

“I’m fourteen too,” Pattie replied. “At least for another month.”

 

“I’ll turn fifteen in October,” Charlie said. He felt it was important for Pattie to know he wasn’t some little boy who was way younger than her.

 

“What else is on the tour?” Pattie asked.

 

“All that’s left is the pool,” Charlie said. “It’s right up there.” He pointed towards the top of the hill towards a fenced area. You could see a flock of kids hanging out there. As you got closer you could see a couple lifeguard chairs too. He noticed his sister Linda standing by one of the lifeguard chairs, talking with the guard. He thought no more about that.

 

“I guess that is the tour,” Charlie said as they opened the gate and went in the pool area.

 

“Don’t abandon me here,” Pattie teased. “I need a friendly face. You’re the only guy I know here.”

 

“Sure,” Charlie agreed readily. “We can hang out this afternoon. That’s cool.”

 

-----oooOooo-----

 

Timmy raced ahead of Linda on the walk to the pool. Linda wasn’t in a hurry. She wanted to check out the talent in the campground. Her little brother Charlie was a total horndog and would be drooling after their neighbor Pattie the whole week. Not that she blamed her brother one bit.

 

Linda planned to check out the talent this week too. She had dumped her boyfriend of six months just before school ended. He had becoming too demanding and jealous to suit Linda. A summer romance would be fine. She would see about a long-term boyfriend when school started up in September.

 

The first boy to catch her eye when she arrived at the pool was the lifeguard in the far chair. He looked fit, tanned and ready for fun when she checked him out. She made up an excuse to ask the boy a question. He looked even finer on closer inspection. A couple minutes later she came up to ask another question. The boy responded enthusiastically to her questions. Soon, the two were engaged in conversation.

 

The boy’s name was David Robinson. He lived about fifteen minutes from the campground. This was his third season working here. David was seventeen and would start 12th grade in September, same as her. Talking with David was just… comfortable.

 

David managed to keep one eye on the people in the water while he talked and looked over Linda. The two talked for the better part of David’s two-hour shift lifeguarding. Near the end of his shift, another staffer in a purple Ronks Family Campground T-shirt came over to the pair.

 

“Dave, Brian needs you to work until 9:30 tonight,” the other boy reported. Linda assumed Brian was David’s boss. “Mike flaked out again and didn’t show up for the late shift.”

 

“Shit! I guess I’m going to be eating at the snack shop again tonight,” David sighed. “I didn’t bring anything for dinner.”

 

“Come over to my campsite for dinner,” Linda suggested. “My Mom makes lots of food. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind another person at the table.”

 

“Are you sure?” Dave asked.

 

“It’s nothing fancy,” Linda replied. “I think Mom is planning spaghetti for tonight.”

 

“That sounds way better than a couple overcooked hot dogs and some grape soda from the snack bar,” Dave said. “Get word to me about dinner at the camp office. I will be working inside from 4:00 pm until we close at 9:30 pm.”

 

“I am sure Mom won’t mind but I will check and let you word about dinner,” Linda promised.

 

David and Linda continued talking, even after David’s relief arrived at 3:00 pm. He talked another fifteen minutes before rushing off to fulfil his other duties at the campground. Five minutes later Linda saw David in a golf cart, hauling cases of soda. He stopped off at the machines by the pool and filled them. He took off, presumably to fill the other machines scattered around the campground.

 

Linda noted her brother Charlie spent the entire afternoon with the cute girl from the next campsite… uh… Pattie? No doubt Charlie had the hots for the girl. Linda noted that the feelings seemed mutual too. Pattie was hanging on her brother just as much as Charlie was pursuing Pattie.

 

The younger teens spent the afternoon talking, playing in the pool, dunking each other, diving off the board and sunning themselves when they got tired. Linda figured the pair would be rounding some bases this week, if they continued their infatuation with each other. Who knows? Maybe her little brother would even score a home run. There was an image she didn’t want in her head – Charlie, bare-ass naked screwing a girl. She was pretty certain it already happened back home and might happen again this week.

 

Could she preach to her brother? No, she wanted to try exactly the same thing with the hunky lifeguard, David. Maybe both would score home runs this week. Linda laughed to herself. Timmy? No, her baby brother didn’t even know first base existed, much less how to get there.

 

Linda headed back to the campsite around 4:30. Charlie and Pattie were still infatuated with each other.

 

“Hey, Mom,” Linda called out when she got to camp. “Would you mind another person for dinner? I was talking with one of the lifeguards. The poor guy is working an extra-long shift and needs supper.”

 

“A lifeguard?” Sandra asked, grinning and chuckling. “A handsome lifeguard, I am guessing.”

 

“Yeah, he is pretty good looking,” Linda agreed, blushing.

 

“I can feed an extra,” Sandra replied. “Tell the boy to come over. We are eating at 5:30.”

 

“Thanks, Mom,” Linda replied. “You’re the greatest.” Linda headed for the campground office to let David know about dinner. He was behind the front desk, waiting on a couple of newly arrived campers. Linda waited until he finished checking the couple into the campground.

 

“Mom said she has plenty of food tonight,” Linda reported. “We would be happy to have you eat dinner with our family.”

 

“That’s super,” David replied enthusiastically. “What time?”

 

“5:30.” Linda hung out at the camp office, talking with David while he wasn’t helping campers. The two walked back to the Wells campsite together. Linda’s family was open and welcoming to their guest. Mrs. Wells’ spaghetti was far better than David’s alternative for dinner, shriveled, over-cooked hot dogs and some soda.

 

“We’re doing a little campfire later tonight and roasting some marshmallows,” Jim Wells commented before David headed back to work. “We would love it if you dropped by when you’re finished with work tonight.”

 

“That would be wonderful,” Linda added. “Please join us. We will make some wicked s’mores.”

 

“I probably will,” David promised. He thanked Mr. and Mrs. Wells for dinner and headed back to the campground office.

 

David was amazed by this afternoon. He had girlfriends before. He was open to finding another girlfriend but wasn’t in a hurry. Linda was pretty. He enjoyed talking and joking with her. She had a warm, open personality. Most significant, she spent nearly the entire afternoon hanging out with him. She dug him just as much as he dug her. He hadn’t been looking for a girlfriend but one may have found him anyway.

 

Charlie headed over to the Zuniga’s campsite when David left. He nearly bumped into Pattie, on the same mission as him – finding one another.

 

“What do you want to do tonight?” Pattie asked.

 

“The pool is closed for the day,” Charlie responded. “We could head over to the Barn and hang out with the other kids.”

 

“That could be good for a while,” Pattie agreed. “What about this trail on the far side of the creek. Is it private?

 

“I’m not sure,” Charlie answered.

 

“Maybe we could take a walk and find out,” Pattie suggested. “Some time alone could be fun.”

 

“Yeah,” Charlie agreed. Charlie suspected Pattie was suggesting the same kind of fun alone that he had in mind. “It could be a lot of fun.”

 

-----oooOooo-----

 

Charlie and Pattie hung out at the Barn with other teens from the campground for an hour and half. The jukebox blared the latest pop tunes. Among them, the two enjoyed Queen’s “We Will Rock You,” Fleetwood Mac’s “Go You Own Way” and “Dreams,” and both kids’ favorite, the Eagles “Hotel California.” Pattie kicked Charlie’s ass repeatedly in Pong. He got revenge when they tried a game of pool.

 

Around 8:15 Pattie glanced outside. She saw the sun was setting. “Do you want to take that walk now?” she suggested.

 

“That sounds cool,” Charlie agreed. His cock stirred at the thought of time alone with this busty babe. Cool – way cool. The two walked out of the barn and headed for the pedestrian bridge over the creek. Pattie grasped Charlie’s hand as they walked. This was another very good sign. The walked over the wooden bridge holding hands.

 

“Jeez,” Charlie exclaimed when they reached the other side. “I didn’t know there is a road right here.” A strip of twenty or twenty-five feet of woods separated the path along the creek from a paved road. Just as they reached the north side of the creek, a car went roaring by.

 

“Not much privacy here,” Pattie commented. They were in direct sight of half a dozen trailers on the other side of the creek, less than a hundred feet away.

 

“Not much,” Charlie agreed. “Let’s keep walking. Maybe it will be better further down.”

 

The two strolled down the path along the slow, muddy creek towards the setting sun. A couple minutes later they passed the last trailer on the opposite side of the creek. They were out of sight and behind the old mill building in another minute. The underbrush was thicker and the road further away. The pair found a bench along the side of the trail. The covered bridge in the distance hid them from Ronks Road.

 

“This is much better,” Pattie said.

 

“It is,” Charlie agreed. The two sat down, close together, still holding hands. “I am glad I met you today. Spending time with you has been fun.”

 

“This week would have been boring for me if I hadn’t met you,” Pattie agreed. She turned to face Charlie. Charlie leaned closer and stared into Pattie’s eyes. She smiled and leaned closer to him.

 

Charlie hesitated. He thought Pattie wanted him to kiss her but he had a moment of doubt. Pattie wrapped her arms around Charlie’s neck and pulled him closer. She kissed him. They stared into each other’s eyes when their lips parted. Charlie put his hands on Pattie’s shoulders and initiated the next kiss. The third was mutual as their hungry lips touched. Their tongues met during that kiss.

 

Both teens were experienced at necking. They hugged and clenched their bodies together, kissing and kissing. Charlie, halfway erect already, popped a massive hard-on, which tented his shorts. Pattie pressed her firm breasts against the muscular teen. They were lost to time during their oral explorations.

 

A couple coughs and shuffling feet broke them from their trance. They glanced back the trail and saw an older couple walking towards them. Charlie and Pattie separated like they had been shocked.

 

“Nice evening,” the older man commented as they couple walked by the teens.

 

“It is,” Charlie agreed.

 

Pattie giggled as the couple disappeared down the trail. “That was embarrassing.”

 

“Yeah,” Charlie agreed. “Where were we?” They hugged again and went back to Frenching. A car driving by startled the pair. A couple minutes later another couple walked by. Charlie and Pattie hurriedly disengaged just before the couple found them making out.

 

“This is crazy,” Charlie declared when they were out of ear-shot.

 

“We need more privacy,” Pattie agreed. “Where?”

 

“What about in the covered bridge?” Charlie suggested. The sides of the bridge were covered with boards, preventing someone outside from seeing inside the structure.

 

“They can see in from the ends,” Pattie responded.

 

“It’s getting dark,” Charlie answered. “It’s a long bridge. I doubt you can see what is going on in the middle from the ends of the bridge in this light.”

 

“Let’s go,” Pattie said, pulling Charlie of the bench. The two held hands as they walked over to the old bridge and on to the middle of the bridge. It was nearly dark inside. Pattie leaned back against a wooden column. Charlie stepped closer, pinning her against the column with his body. Pattie’s tits pressed into Charlie’s chest.

 

The pair went back to making out. They kissed and dueled with their tongues for a couple minutes. Charlie slipped a hand up and felt around the edge of Pattie’s left tit.

 

“Mmmm…” Pattie moaned into Charlie’s mouth. Bolder, he moved his hand over her tit and gently squeezed. Pattie moaned in approval. Charlie’s boner pressed against Pattie’s leg. The pair nibbled at the other’s lips, explored with their tongues and kissed lustfully.

 

A car turned off Ronks Road onto the side road beside the creek. The car’s headlights spotlighted the two teens mid-kiss. They froze until the light disappeared. They went back to necking. A minute or so later, another car spotlighted them.

 

“Shit!” Pattie snapped. “Can’t we get a little frickin’ privacy?”

 

“I know,” Charlie agreed. He looked towards the southern end of the bridge, away from the glaring headlights. “It’s dark out. Maybe we better get back to our campsites.”

 

Pattie sighed. “You’re right.”

 

“Do you want to hang out together tomorrow?”

 

Pattie hung her head for a moment before looking back at Charlie. “I want to,” she declared. “My dad is dragging us off to some church tomorrow morning. We’re going to do the Amish tourist thing after lunch.”

 

“Maybe we could get together after dinner?” Charlie suggested hopefully.

 

“That would be great,” Pattie agreed. “I have a job for you tomorrow while I am gone. Find us somewhere we can have privacy.” She reached down at rubbed Charlie’s erection. “I want more than kissing.”

 

“I’ll find somewhere,” Charlie promised.

 

Pattie straightened her wrinkled shirt while Charlie rearranged his boner so it didn’t stick out as much. They held hands as they walked back to camp. They stopped out of sight of their campsites and shared a good night kiss, PG-13 rated but still showing their passion for each other.

 

-----oooOooo-----

 

Charlie and Pattie showed up at Charlie’s campsite just ahead of David Martin. Sandra Wells greeted Pattie with a big smile. “We’re doing S’mores this evening. You are welcome to stick around and try some.”

 

“That would be nice, Mrs. Wells,” Pattie said. “I’ll run over to my campsite and let my parents know.”

 

“I’m glad you came, Dave,” Linda said. She offered David a seat on the bench beside her. Pattie scampered to her site and returned a half minute later. She sat down beside Charlie.

 

The group talked as they roasted marshmallows. The S’mores were goopy, sloppy and delicious. Pattie had to head back to her campsite after half an hour. Charlie hung out for a while when Timmy headed to bed. Eventually Charlie turned in, followed a half hour later by Sandra and Jim Wells. David and Linda kept talking, enjoying the company and the romance of the firelight.

 

“Linda, put the fire out when you come to bed,” Jim Wells called from inside the tent. “It’s a quarter to twelve.”

 

David looked at Linda in alarm. “Shit!” David expounded. “I’ve got to split. My parents are going to wonder where I am at.” He stood to leave. Linda stood too.

 

“Will I see you tomorrow?” Linda asked.

 

“I’m work a regular shift tomorrow, 7:30 to 4:00 pm,” David replied. “We’ll see each other around.”

 

“Good,” Linda responded. The two stepped closer together and stared at each other. David leaned in and kissed Linda. It was more than a good night kiss, it was kiss promising more to come. Linda headed for her tent. David floated away on a cloud. The prettiest girl he had seen in months was interested in him. He would ask her for a date tomorrow when he saw her next. Everything closed up on Sundays in Lancaster County but he would take her out and show her some fun after work on Monday.

 

------oooOooo-----

 

The Wells family slept in on Sunday, not getting up until 10:30 in the morning. Sandra made her family a nice brunch before they scattered for the day. Charlie hung out with Timmy since Pattie was gone for the day. They goofed around at the Barn and swam in the afternoon.

 

Charlie did make time to explore the campgrounds. He finally found what he was looking for late in the afternoon. The old mill had stairs to the lower level in the back of the mill. The eight-foot-deep stone stairwell would give two people privacy for whatever. The back of the mill was out of sight of the campsites and office. The stairwell hid you from view of anyone playing the grassy area between the mill and creek. The only way anyone would see you is if they walked down into the stairwell. That wasn’t likely. The last tour of the mill was at 4:00 pm. The mill was locked up after the final tour.

 

Linda saw David working around the campground during the day. He picked up trash. He fixed a couple things. He serviced the soda machines. He did many of the myriad of small tasks necessary to run a campground. Linda hung out with David when he took his break for lunch. She sat with him in the shade of a tree near the campground office. They talked as he ate.

 

“I was wondering,” David commented as he finished eating. “Would you like to go out with me tomorrow night? I was thinking we could play some miniature golf.”

 

“Like a date?” Linda asked. David grinned back at her, nodding yes. “I’d like that, a lot. I am free tonight too,” she hinted hoping for an invitation for this night.

 

“I’d take you out tonight,” David agreed. “I’d do it in a heartbeat but everything is closed on Sundays in Lancaster County.”

 

“Join my family for dinner again,” Linda offered. “We can hang out and talk after dinner.”

 

“I’d like that,” David agreed. His face brightened. “I have a better idea. How would you like to take a drive through the countryside? Lancaster County is really pretty.”

 

“I’d love to take a drive with you after dinner,” Linda agreed. “It’s a date.”

 

“Cool!” David agreed. David called home and warned his mom he was eating with the Wells family again before he went back on duty for the afternoon. David had the two to four afternoon lifeguard shift. Linda hung out and talked as he watched over the swimmers at the campground pool. The two headed back to her campsite when he finished. To their annoyance, Charlie and Timmy followed them back to camp, preventing them from doing any kissing or other things that might be on their minds.

 

Sandra Wells didn’t make anything fancy. They had burgers from the grill, macaroni salad, chips and shoo-fly pie for dessert. David enjoyed spending time with Linda’s parents and brothers. Timmy was fun. Charlie was preoccupied, at least he was until the Zuniga’s Carryall passed by and pulled into the next campsite. David noted Charlie seemed to be as hot for Pattie Zuniga as he was for Linda.

 

-----oooOooo-----

 

David and Linda headed out to the parking lot to David’s car. Actually, it was his grandfather’s car, a 1956 Oldsmobile. It wasn’t much to look at but it was built like a tank, drove like a tank and frankly, looked a little like a tank with its faded green paint job. The color reminded you of army fatigues.

 

“It’s not much,” David apologized as he helped Linda into his car. “It runs and it gets me there.” David didn’t tell Linda the other reason he liked driving the old car. It had roomy bench seats, front and back. When you wanted to get down and dirty with your girl, you had lots of space for your fun. That was unlike many of his friends driving old VWs, Chevy Vegas or Ford Pintos.

 

“Your car is fine,” Linda said after David climbed in. “Where do you want to go?

 

“I thought we could head over to Strasburg,” David replied. “It’s a pretty little town. I’ll show you the Strasburg Railroad. We can see some of the farms along Strasburg Road. There is a cute covered bridge on Belmont Road. We’ll head for Intercourse.”

 

“Woah! You are jumping ahead too far,” Linda said. “I like you but having intercourse tonight is too soon.” David laughed.

 

“The village of Intercourse is a town in the middle of Amish country,” David explained. “I’d never presume to… uh… you know…”

 

“I do,” Linda greed. “Intercourse, that is a strange name for a town.”

 

“I’ve heard a couple stories about where the name came from,” David said. “One story says the name came from a race course that was in the town. It was called ‘Entercourse’ with an E. Somehow the E changed to an I. The other story says it is from the older English custom of calling sharing fellowship and good will intercourse.” Linda giggled.

 

“Intercourse is still sharing fellowship and good will,” Linda teased. “It’s just become more personal.”

 

“Yeah, it has,” David agreed. Linda slid across the bench seat until she was pressed against David. David liked the closeness. He slipped his arm over her shoulders.

 

David drove them west and south to Strasburg. Linda agreed with David’s evaluation of the village. It was picturesque. He turned onto Main Street and drove east through the town. He veered left at the Y and followed Strasburg Road East.

 

They passed the Strasburg Railroad half a minute later. “I am off work on Thursday,” Davis said. “I thought maybe we could come over here after lunch and visit the railroad and take a ride.”

 

“That sounds like fun,” Linda agreed.

 

“That railroad is one of the oldest continuously operated railroads in the country,” David explained as he drove east. “It was founded in the 1830s to haul freight from Strasburg to Lehman Place, on the main rail line between Philly and Harrisburg and points west.”

 

“You know a lot of history,” Linda commented.

 

“This is where I live,” David replied. “I love studying history, social studies and English. I’m good at that.”

 

“I’m good at numbers,” Linda said. “That is why I plan to become accountant. How about you?”

 

“I am going to major in pre-law in college,” David said.

 

The kids drove past farm after farm. Corn, head high and in tassels, filled half the fields. More fields were in hay. Some of the hay fields were knee high in grass and alfalfa. Other fields were just a few inches of stubble. They passed one field with long windrows of hay.

 

“Why is the grass piled up like that?” Linda asked. “What is the farmer doing?”

 

“It’s hay,” David explained. “They are making hay.”

 

“Making… hay?” Linda asked dubiously.

 

“That’s the farmers’ term,” David replied. “They cut the hay, dry it and then rake it into the rows you see to allow it to dry more. When it is completely dry, they bale it and stack in their barns for feed in the winter.”

 

“This is pretty country,” Linda commented. David headed north at Belmont Road. He crossed over Route 30, continuing north. They crossed over a small covered bridge a mile later.

 

“This is much smaller than the bridge at our campground,” Linda commented. “Much better condition too.”

 

“This bridge is used every day,” David explained. “They have to take care of it. The one at the campground hasn’t been used or maintained in fifty years, not since the state straightened Ronks Road and abandoned the bridge.”

 

David continued driving north, making a few turns until they ended up in another small town. “This is Intercourse,” David said. Linda laughed.

 

“I gathered that,” she said, pointing to the sign in front of the bank on their left. It said, “Intercourse Farmer’s National Bank.” She looked over to the left and saw a group of twelve to fifteen young men standing around in the parking lot of the PennSupreme convenience store. They all wore fancy white sneakers, long black pants and solid, but colorful shirts.

 

“Who are those guys over there” Linda wondered.

 

“Amish kids,” David said.

 

“Amish? Seriously?” Linda asked. “They’re wearing sneakers. One of those kids seems to have a car. A couple are holding cans in bags, probably cans of beer.”

 

“You’re right,” David agreed. “Amish kids wear sneakers, but only on Saturday or Sunday when they are away from their family. The older Amish boys work and have money to buy cars. They don’t join the church until they are older, so they aren’t bound by the church’s rules yet.”

 

“The Amish kids are allowed to have cars, smoke, drink and wear fancy sneakers?” Linda marveled. “I never would have thought this.”

 

“Most people outside Lancaster County wouldn’t know that,” David said.

 

They headed west through the small town. “Where to next?” Linda asked.

 

“I thought we would head over to Bird-In-Hand and then down 896 to the Dairy Queen on the Lincoln Highway. We can grab some ice cream before we head back to the campground.”

 

“I like the plan, mostly,” Linda replied. “There is one site I’d like to see that you didn’t mention. Where do teens go after dates for privacy? You do park around here, don’t you?”

 

“Park? You want to see where we park after dates?” David responded.

 

“I’d like to park,” Linda said. “With you.”

 

“Wow! Oh… kay…” David said. “I can show you where I take my dates when we want privacy. My grandpa’s back lane is wooded. The woods keep you out of sight from the road. The spot is over the hill from my grandparent’s house, so they can’t see us. The only people who could spot us are on the train, if one happens to pass by.”

 

“We can take our chance with the train,” Linda said. David drove slowly down Route 340 through Bird-In Hand. He turned onto Route 896 and headed south for a short distance before turning left onto another road. A few minutes later he turned into a dirt lane that led into the woods. He followed the lane until it turned and ran parallel to the railroad. Twenty feet of trees and brush separated them from the two tracks of the main railroad line between Harrisburg and Philadelphia. David turned the car off.

 

Linda’s arms were hugging David and she leaned in to kiss him before his hands were off the ignition. They kissed once. David pushed Linda across the bench seat towards the far car door. He followed, giving them more room away from the steering wheel. The two embraced and kissed deeply. Tongues swirled. The pair made out like the horny teens they were.

 

David, feeling bolder, carefully rubbed her sides and chest until his hands were against her breasts. He slipped one hand up to feel a tit, expecting a protest from Linda. None came. She pressed her chest against the hand caressing her tit. His other hand went to her other tit. They happily kissed as he felt her up. David decided not to try to get Linda’s top off so he could play with her bare tits. That might be too much for a first date. Or was this their second?

 

The teens made out and petted for half an hour in David’s grandfather’s back lane. Finally, they decided it was getting late. They headed over and enjoyed ice cream at the Dairy Queen, arriving just before the store closed. Two very happy teens returned to the campground around 10:00 that evening. Linda made sure David knew he was invited to dinner again before they headed out to play miniature golf in the evening.

 

-----oooOooo-----

 

Charlie bolted for the Zuniga’s campsite as soon as he was excused from the family’s Sunday dinner. He ran into Pattie halfway to her campsite. She was heading to grab him.

 

“Did you find a spot with some privacy?” Pattie asked as they met.

 

“I think so,” Charlie replied. “You want to head there?”

 

“Patience, big boy,” Pattie responded. “Let’s go down to the Barn and hang out with the other kids for a while. We can wait closer to dark before we go use this private spot.”

 

“That’s a plan,” Charlie agreed. “Why the bikini? The pool’s closed in the evening.”

 

“Access,” Pattie gave him a smile and winked. “You look hot in that shirt.”

 

“Thanks, you look hot in that bikini, too,” Charlie responded. Pattie sighed.

 

“You look like you will get overheated wearing a shirt,” Pattie said. “You might want to lose it.”

 

“Oh,” Charlies commented. The light came on in his head and he grinned. “Yeah. Lose the shirt.” He dashed to his tent, doffed the shirt and tossed it inside. He ran back to rejoin Pattie.

 

The two teens headed down the road for the Barn. They hung out there for a couple hours. They played a couple games of pool. They enjoyed the pop music on the juke box. Pattie beat Charlie in Pong again. Charlie bested Pattie on the pinball machine a couple times.

 

The sun dipped below the trees. It wasn’t sunset yet, but it was close enough for the two fourteen-year-olds. They headed outside. “Where is the place you found?” Pattie asked.

 

“Follow me,” Charlie said. He led Pattie over to the mill. They walked around to the backside.

 

“This isn’t all that private,” Pattie commented. Charlie stepped a couple steps down and beckoned her with his finger. The two descended the steps to the bottom. The stonewall of the stairwell towered eight feet above their feet.

 

“This will work just fine,” Pattie said.

 

“No one can see us unless they come down the steps,” Charlie responded. Pattie pushed Charlie against the stone wall and kissed him.

 

“Good plan, stud,” Pattie breathed before locking lips on her guy again. The two teens went to town making out. Charlie’s hand went up to feel her soft tits. One popped free of her bikini. Charlie pushed the slim bit of material up until its twin popped out too.

 

Charlie stared at her lovely mammaries. He had felt up girls from totally flat-chested to lime or lemon sized tits, to orange sized tits. Pattie’s tits had to be at least grapefruit sized, and not the small grapefruits, the big honking kind. Pattie pushed her chest out as Charlie used both hands to feel those lovely tits. Pattie’s brown aureoles were the size of quarters. Her nipples swelled to a quarter inch long and got firm as Charlie teased them.

 

Charlie bent down and began kissing and licking her delicious orbs. He took a nipple in his mouth and teased it with his tongue. Pattie sighed and stroked her hands through Charlie’s collar length locks of brown hair. She felt her womanhood get wet as this boy aroused her desires.

 

Charlie backed Pattie up until she was pressed against the side of the mill. His body pressed her against the cool rock wall. She felt Charlie’s erection press against her middle. She reached between them and rubbed her hand up and down the steely hard-on. Charlie was well endowed. Perhaps larger than any of the three boys she had sex with since she lost her cherry thirteen and a half months ago. Tonight could be a lot of fun.

 

The two continued making out. Charlie alternated tits as he felt up Pattie’s chest and they deep kissed. A couple minutes later, Pattie reached down and thrust her hand into Charlie’s shorts. She grasped his erection and stroked it a few times. Charlie allowed Pattie’s nipple to fall out of his mouth as he moaned and shivered from the shock of her holding his erection.

 

“This is a nice one,” Pattie commented to Charlie. His hands were still squeezing her tits. He laid his head against them as she rubbed her hand lower and then cupped his balls.

 

Thawk! The startled pair looked up towards the sound a couple feet above their heads. An orange frisbee tumbled to the foot of the stairs. They stared in shock for a moment. They heard the sound of someone running their direction clearly. Pattie whipped her hand out of Charlie’s pants. She pulled down her bikini top and Charlie pulled up and straightened his pants. They were just in time.

 

A boy about twelve or so started down the steps towards them. Charlie and Pattie stared in fright at the boy, who stopped suddenly as he saw to older teens. What they had been doing was painfully obvious.

 

“Sorry,” the surprised boy stuttered. Charlie reached down, picked up the frisbee and tossed it to the boy. “Sorry to disturb you,” he mumbled. “Carry on.” He disappeared.

 

“We’re busted,” Pattie gasped. “He knows what we are doing.”

 

“So?” Charlie responded. “He knows. We’re alone again.” He kissed Pattie, drilling his tongue into her mouth. After a moment’s hesitation, she responded with her tongue. They shared some deep kisses and then Charlie pushed Pattie’s top up and out of the way. He went back to stimulating her by playing with her sizeable breasts. He ground his hard-on against Pattie’s belly as they made out.

 

Thawk! The pair looked up in time to see the frisbee glance off the mill and fly beyond the stairwell. The two hurriedly disengaged and straightened their clothing again. They heard a boy run up and grab the frisbee. He didn’t look in on them.

 

“False alarm,” Charlie said as the boy jogged away again. “Let’s get back to what we were doing.” He pushed her top up again to play with her tits. Charlie could feel Pattie was skittish from the interruptions. “He’s gone.”

 

“They’re young boys,” Pattie said. “I keep expecting to look up and see four heads peeping down at us.”

 

“They’re playing frisbee,” Charlie answered. “They’re focused on having fun, not on us.”

 

“They’re young boys,” Pattie repeated. “Boys that age are curious about sex. The one kid knows we’re doing things down here. They are going to want to check us out and learn more about sex.”

 

Charlie went back to massaging Pattie’s tits, though without removing her top this time. They kissed and Pattie seemed to relax a little when no one peeped in on them. Soon, they were fully engaged with each other, oblivious to the outside world. Tongues, lips, tits, dicks and rubbing sweaty bodies together was their entire world.

 

“God, I want his thing,” Pattie sighed as she rubbed her hand up and down the bulge in Charlie’s shorts.

 

“I want to give it to you,” Charlie sighed as they kissed again.

 

THAWK! Charlie and Pattie disengaged quickly and glanced up to see the frisbee bounce off the wall of the mill, a few feet away. The frisbee sailed past the top of the stairwell wall and landed out of sight.

 

“That wasn’t an accident,” Pattie said. “The first time was. Maybe the second. This time they threw it over here on purpose.”

 

“They are trying to get the frisbee in the stairwell so they have a reason to come and spy on us,” Charlie agreed.

 

“Let’s get out of here,” Pattie said. “I am NOT a spectacle for a bunch of pervy young boys.” The two straightened their clothing.

 

“What about that thing?” Pattie asked, pointing at the obvious bulge Charlie’s erection was making in his shorts. He pulled his waistband open and reached in and adjusted his dick so the head was trapped against the waistband.

 

“Anything stick out?” Charlie asked as Pattie inspected him.

 

“I see the tip,” Pattie responded. Charlie pulled his waistband up a bit. “Good.” They climbed the steps and headed away. The two saw four boys clustered, about fifty feet downhill from the mill, giggling and talking. They were staring at Pattie and Charlie. The two flushed in embarrassment and hurried back to their campsites.

 

“We have to find somewhere private if we want more fun,” Pattie insisted as they walked back.

 

“I think we have a good spot,” Charlie replied. “It was just bad luck that those four found us when their frisbee landed in the stairwell. It will be a good place in the future. It will work.”

 

“Think about other places,” Pattie said.

 

“You want to hang together tomorrow?” Charlie asked.

 

“Of course, silly,” Pattie responded. “I have big plans for this.” She patted by bulge in Charlie’s shorts. “See later, stud.”

 

-----oooOooo-----

 

Charlie had a massive case of blue balls after necking with Pattie. His hard-on wouldn’t go down when he went to bed. He waited for quiet. His mom and dad were snoring in the adjoining section of the tent to the right. Linda went silent after too long a wait. Tim wasn’t moving. Finally, he could relieve his aching balls.

 

Charlie carefully unzipped his sleeping bag, to ensure quiet. He tossed the top aside and pulled his pajama bottoms down to his knees. He started stroking his wicked hard-on.

 

“What’cha doing?” came a whisper from beside him. Charlie’s eyes flew open in fright.

 

“None of your business,” Charlie whispered back. “Go to sleep.”

 

“Why are you pulling on your pee-pee?” Timmy asked. “Are you… uh… jerking off?”

 

“How do you know about that?” Charlie demanded.

 

“I don’t know about it,” Timmy answered. “Guys at school tease other guys, saying they are doing it. I don’t understand why someone would want to pull on their pee-pee.”

 

“You are going to be in seventh grade in about six weeks,” Charlie replied. “Pee-pee is a little kid’s word. It is your dick, your cock or your wang, not a pee-pee. The other kids at school will tease you unmercifully if you call your dick a pee-pee.”

 

“Why are you pulling on your dick?” Timmy asked. Charlie sighed. Why hadn’t he had someone to help him figure these things out two years ago?

 

“I am jerking off because it feels really good,” Charlie said.

 

“Why is your dick hard?”

 

“I am thinking about sex,” Charlie explained. “Pattie got me all worked up tonight. I need to do this so my boner goes away.”

 

“I get them sometimes,” Timmy said. “They go away on their own.”

 

“Not if you are as horny as me right now,” Charlie said. “I desperately want to have sex and can’t, so I jerk off to relieve the tension.”

 

“How do you jerk off?” Timmy asked. “You said it feels really good. Can I try it if you teach me how?”

 

“Are you hard?”

 

“My pee… uh, my dick is getting hard,” Timmy said. “Why does it do that?”

 

“You are talking about sex,” Charlie answered. “Talking about sex always gets guys like us hard.”

 

Charlie heard Timmy unzip his sleeping bag. The young boy pulled his pajama bottoms down like his older brother. Light from the campground’s streetlight across the road from their site provided enough light to see. Timmy’s little dick was about three inches long, slightly bigger than Charlie’s pinky finger. It stuck straight up from his brother’s crotch.

 

“Wrap your hand around your dick,” Charlie explained. He wrapped his own hand around his dick too. “Stoke up and down on your dick gently,” Charlie directed. Charlie went to work on his own erection. He glanced at Timmy as he stroked. Timmy’s small hand stroked up and down, mimicking Charlie’s actions.

 

“How long do we do this?” Timmy asked.

 

“Until it feels really good.”

 

“It feels good right now,” Timmy marveled. “It feels really nice. Who knew?”

 

“Millions of guys our age know,” Charlie chuckled. “It will feel much better soon.” Charlie and Timmy stroked away at their hard-ons. Timmy pumped his hand up and down in time with his older brother.

 

Charlie was closing in on the orgasm he needed so desperately. The pace of his stroking speeded up.

 

“Char… Char… Charlie… somethings… things wrong,” Timmy gasped. “I’m going to pee… I think.”

 

“Keep going,” Charlie chuckled. “You won’t pee. This is better, you’re going to come.”

 

“Come where?” the frightened pre-teen asked.

 

“Come… climax,” Charlie said. He was close himself. He pounded his fist up and down, trying to orgasm.

 

“Ooohhh…” Timmy gasped. “Ooooohhhh…” Charlie glanced over in time to see his brother’s small dick spit out a string of white goo. Another rope of semen spurted out and then a third, landing on Timmy’s belly. More come drooled out of his small dick.

 

“What?” Timmy panted. “What happened?”

 

“You orgasmed. You came,” Charlie laughed. “You are shooting too.”

 

“Shooting?”

 

“Making sperm,” Charlie answered.

 

“Sperm?” Timmy asked. “What is sperm?”

 

“You are a clueless innocent, aren’t you?”

 

“Maybe?” Timmy responded. “I guess I am. I don’t understand sex.”

 

“Tell me what you know about sex,” Charlie suggested.

 

“When a man and a woman love each other, the man gets on top of the woman and they have sex and make a baby.”

 

“All true,” Charlie said.

 

“But I don’t understand how they have sex,” Timmy said.

 

“You know how girls don’t have dicks and balls, right?”

 

“Yeah,” Timmy agreed. “They have a slit instead. I saw that on our cousin Marie when Aunt Jane was changing her diaper last spring.”

 

“If you spread the slit open, you will find a hole,” Charlie said. “When you have a boner, you slide it inside the girl’s hole and then you rub your dick just like you did with your hand, except inside the girl. It feels even better than using your hand. When you climax… when you come, your sperm makes a baby inside the girl.”

 

Timmy dipped a finger in the pool of sperm on his belly. He stared at it as the sticky string of come dangle from his finger. “You are telling me I could make a baby.”

 

“You make sperm,” Charlie said. “You put that stuff in a girl old enough to have a baby, you will make a baby.”

 

“Have you had sex, Charlie?” Timmy asked.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Who with? When?” Timmy demanded. “What was it like?”

 

“It felt great,” Charlie responded.

 

“Did you make a baby in her?”

 

“We were careful,” Charlie said. “It was the wrong time of month my first time. I used rubbers after that.”

 

“Rubbers?” Timmy asked. “The things you put on your shoes when it rains?” Charlie let out a big sigh.

 

“We will talk about birth control and rubbers some other time,” Charlie said. “Talking about keeping your girlfriend from getting pregnant could take the rest of the night. I will leave you with one more piece of advice before we get to sleep.”

 

“OK.”

 

“Never, ever tell anyone that you had sex with a girl,” Charlie said. “I learned this lesson the hard way. This girl, who will remain nameless, allowed me to have sex with her. It was so great. I made the mistake of telling a couple friends, who told their friends, and so on. Next thing the whole eighth grade knows I had sex with the girl. She was so pissed off at me. She dumped me. My chance to repeat having sex was gone. It took me another three months to convince another girl to have sex with me. No matter what, always protect your girl and deny having sex.”

 

“Don’t talk… OK,” Timmy agreed. “I’m all sticky. How do you clean up this stuff?”

 

“Use an old sock,” Charlie answered.

 

“Mom will know what I did,” Timmy protested.

 

“She might,” Charlie agreed. “She doesn’t seem to care when I use a sock to clean up. It washes out and Mom has never said a word about me jerking off.” Charlie wiped his belly as Timmy did his. The two satisfied pubescent boys fell asleep quickly.

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

 

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Monday, July 25, 1977

 

Charlie awoke to the sound of rain drops plopping on their tent. Charlie glanced at his watch. It was 10:30 in the morning. Timmy was asleep but stirring. Charlie decided to head for a shower before his parents got up and made breakfast. The air was warm and humid. The low gray clouds dribbled a steady rain onto the lush, green countryside. This didn’t look like a storm that would pass by quickly. This looked like a day of steady rain.

 

The remainder of the Wells clan were up when Charlie returned from the shower house and his morning jerk-off. The Zunigas were up not too long after the Wells clan. Pattie joined Charlie when both families finished their brunches. Charlie was at the picnic table with Timmy when Pattie arrived.

 

“What do you want to do today?” Pattie asked.

 

“I have no idea,” Charlie responded.

 

“We could play cards,” Timmy suggested. “Maybe, ‘Go Fish’?”

 

“That could pass the time,” Pattie agreed.

 

“We need a fourth,” Charlie protested.

 

“My sister Julie is going to be as bored as the rest of us,” Pattie said. “I’ll ask her to join us.” Pattie scampered back to their pop-up trailer before Charlie could reply. Charlie had hoped to spend time one-on-one with Pattie today. Their fun would have to wait until evening. Anyway, the mill was open for tours during the day and he and Pattie wouldn’t get any privacy there until after dinner.

 

The four kids played Go Fish, Rummy and finally Bullcrap. Bullcrap is similar to Bullshit, except with censored language to pass muster with Charlie’s nearby parents. A thunderstorm rumbled through while they played cards. Swimming at the pool was out. It would stay closed for the afternoon.

 

They got bored with card games after a couple hours. The foursome toured the old mill building to pass the time. Charlie and Pattie managed to stifle their laughter as the tour ended in “their” stairwell. This was their private place only in the evenings – dry evenings. The old mill had no rain gutters, so the rain ran off the roof and dropped directly into the stairwell, making it a wet place to be during a rain storm.

 

Charlie and Pattie played a couple games of pool. They played Pong and tried out the pinball machines. To the surprise of both Charlie and Pattie, Timmy and Julie spent the afternoon together. They made a cute pre-teen couple. Charlie suspected his brother didn’t think girls were quite so dumb anymore.

 

A massive thunder storm blew through late in the afternoon. It knocked out power to the campgrounds. All the kids at the Barn made their ways back to their own campsites. The foursome hung out at the Zuniga’s campsite. Their dining fly was bigger. The kids got cards out again to pass the time until dinner.

 

David was already at the Wells campsite when Charlie and Timmy showed up for dinner. He had been hanging out with Linda since the big thunderstorm. His boss left him off work early since he wasn’t needed to lifeguard at the pool that afternoon.

 

Sandra Wells kept dinner simple. Thankfully their propane stove and charcoal grill worked when the power was out. She made Kraft mac and cheese while Jim grilled hot dogs. They enjoyed whoopie pies for dessert. Jim had gone out to a local farm stand for the Amish treats that afternoon.

 

David and Linda headed out for their date after dinner. Pattie and Julie showed up a few minutes later for Charlie and Timmy. Lights in the campground blinked on just as the girls arrived. The foursome headed back to the Barn to fill the rainy evening.

 

Charlie and Timmy took on Pattie and Julie in a game of pool. The girls won the first round. The boys won the second. The jukebox blared out the pop hit, “Afternoon Delight” for the fifteenth time that day. Enough of that shit! Charlie pulled Pattie aside after the second game.

 

“Let’s find some privacy for more fun,” Charlie suggested as he kissed her. “Let’s ditch Timmy and Julie.”

 

“Where are we going to find this privacy?” Pattie asked. “We won’t need showers if we use the stairwell. We will get drenched.”

 

“I had a different place in mind for a rainy night,” Charlie said. “The covered bridge.”

 

“The cars spotlight it every minute or two,” Pattie protested. “That won’t work.”

 

“The bridge won’t work when the cars have their headlights on,” Charlie countered. “It’s still light out. The cars won’t have their headlights on. We will be in the dim light in the middle of the bridge. Nobody in daylight outside will be able to see what we are doing. At least they can’t see much. It will work if we keep things R-rated. No X-rated stuff tonight.”

 

“Kissing and petting can be fun,” Pattie agreed. “Let’s split.”

 

Charlie put his arm around Pattie before they rejoined Timmy and Julie. “We’re heading out,” Charlie announced.