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California Dreamin'

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California Dreamin’

A Summer Camp Swingers Story

Nick Scipio

Free Dessert Publishing



Part I

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part II

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Part III

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Summer Camp Gazette

About the Author

More Summer Camp

Preview of Nereids

Also by Nick Scipio


Welcome to Summer Camp!

This story takes place in May, 1985, about a year after the events in Summer Camp: Christy. But don’t worry about spoilers. You won’t find out who died in this story, although you will get a hint about Paul’s wife. Still, “spoilers” don’t really spoil your enjoyment. At least, they shouldn’t. You know the ending to The Sixth Sense or The Usual Suspects, but you’d probably watch them again. They’re just good movies, and you’ll have fun spotting the clues you might’ve missed the first time. I hope that’s the case with my stories. But enough about that.

If you’re new to Summer Camp, let me give you a quick introduction. The stories are set in the late ’70s and early ’80s and follow a young man named Paul. In the first two books, his family spends their summers at a nudist camp in South Carolina. He learns about sex, love, relationships, and more. The third and fourth books follow him to college, where he makes new friends, loses old ones, and starts to act like a grown-up. The fifth book is where everything finally comes together for him.

I hope you like the Summer Camp universe and want to read more. You can find the first four books for free on my web site, NickScipio.com. The fifth book is available on my Patreon. All told, I’ve written more than two million words in this saga—the same as 20 traditional novels—and I’m still going strong. So check it out and see why others love the story as much as I do.

And in the meantime, please enjoy California Dreamin’.

Nick Scipio

January 18, 2019

Part I


I pressed my forehead to the window and gazed down at the city. It looked like a patchwork quilt that some celestial grandmother had sewn by hand. Dark city blocks were the fabric squares, decorated with random lights and faint building outlines. The streets were the seams, white and red from headlights and taillights, or pinkish orange from sodium streetlights.

I felt like a tourist, or maybe a country boy traveling to the big city for the first time. I also felt a conceited urge to compare my own city to the sprawling metropolis below. Atlanta was better, of course, because it was mine. Even Knoxville was better, because it was smaller and more personal.

In the end I decided that Los Angeles was an okay city, but only from the air and only at night. Then I had to laugh at myself, and especially my biases. I could take or leave most of the people of LA, but I loved its architecture and buildings—Union Station, City Hall, the Theme Building, and so many more. I grudgingly admitted that Los Angeles was a beautiful city, although I still didn’t want to live there.

I gazed out the window again. The city and its landmarks slid under the plane’s wing, until the hum and thump of the landing gear brought me back to reality. The airliner shuddered with the added drag, and the wing rose into the night sky as the pilot banked into the landing pattern.

The whine of the flaps made me realize that the entire trip had been relatively quiet. I usually chatted with Christy or the stranger next to me if I flew alone, but my current seatmate was afraid of flying. He hadn’t said a word since a mumbled greeting when he’d taken his seat. Then he’d jammed a set of headphones over his ears and listened to a self-help cassette on his Walkman. He was some kind of businessman, and I felt sorry for him. I loved flying and did it every chance I could, while he hated it and only did it because his job required it.

He finally closed his eyes and partially relaxed when the plane touched down on the runway. He retrieved his briefcase from under the seat, stowed his Walkman, and was ready to leave as soon as we eased to a stop at the terminal. He still had to wait for the actual tourists and country folk, though. They struggled to retrieve bags from the overhead bins or remembered forgotten books and magazines in the seat pockets. The businessman bore it in stride, even though he clearly wanted to shove past them and bolt for the exit.

I waited in my seat as the paying passengers gathered their belongings and eventually began to file forward and out of the plane. Once the majority of them had gone, I stood and took down my own backpack from the now-empty bin. I made my way toward the galley and said goodbye to a couple of the main cabin flight attendants. I didn’t know them and they didn’t know me, but it never hurt to be polite, especially when I flew standby.

Brooke was waiting for me as I emerged from the jetway, although I didn’t recognize her at first. My eyes slid over her twice before I caught a glimpse of coppery red hair tucked under a black chauffeur’s cap. She grinned when she saw my expression go from confusion to surprise to recognition. I returned the grin before I paused to admire her.

She was as beautiful as ever, one of those people who’d been blessed with natural good looks. Her skin was still fair, with just the hint of a suntan and a dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She wore a fitted black blazer that showed off her swimmer’s body, along with a tight skirt that barely reached mid-thigh. Black stockings and stiletto heels completed the look.

The big head admired the sexy chauffeur outfit, but the little head only had one thing on his mind. And if I wasn’t careful, everyone else would know what he was thinking too.

Brooke blushed at my reaction. Then she jerked comically and remembered what she was holding. She raised a cardboard sign and snagged it on her jacket. It flew out of her hands, and two businessmen nearly collided with each other in a rush to pick it up. The younger one snatched it from under the older one’s foot.

Brooke’s cheeks went from pink to rosy red, and the second businessman scowled as the first one beat him to her. The younger man held out the sign. Brooke accepted it but gave me a pleading look over his shoulder.

“Thanks,” I chuckled as I joined them, “but I’ll take it from here.”

“No one asked you,” the younger guy said, pleasant enough but with a hard edge.

I ignored him and gave Brooke an affectionate kiss on the cheek. She was nearly my height in heels, and she moved closer as I slid an arm around her waist.

“You look beautiful, as always,” I told her. “Thanks for picking me up.”

The second businessman left, but the first one cleared his throat. He tried to make it sound ominous, so I called his bluff. What was he going to do, fight me in the middle of the airport? I gave him a bemused look instead. And when he still didn’t get the message, I squeezed Brooke gently. She slid her arms around me and made it clear she was leaving with me.

The guy called me a punk at that point. I looked perfectly normal in my jacket and tie, so it was sour grapes instead of an actual insult. I replied with an unimpressed smile.

“Have a nice evening,” I added insincerely.

He curled his lip and huffed away.

Brooke watched him go but then remembered her sign. Her face glowed with triumph as she held it up, although my reaction wasn’t what she’d been expecting.

I laughed. The sign was upside-down, although my last name was easy enough to read.

Brooke looked hurt until she glanced down and realized what she’d done. “I give up. I’m such a nerd.”

“No, you’re cute.”

“I was trying for sexy.”

“You do that anyway, even without the outfit.” I chuckled and glanced around. “Half the guys here wish their name was on your sign.”

“Yeah, some random guy tried to tell me he was Mr. Hughes.”

“What’d you do?” I laughed.

“Ignored him.”

“Did it work?”

“Eventually,” she grumbled. Then she thought about it and scowled. “What is it with guys like that? They’re such jerks, but they think they’re God’s gift to women.”

“They are. In their own heads, at least. And as far as they’re concerned, women aren’t smart enough to think for themselves, so they have to do it for them.”

“Well, this woman is smart enough.”

“And then some,” I agreed. “Which is why you’re with me, if I do say so myself.”

She sighed and hugged me possessively. I returned the hug and then turned us toward the main terminal. After a moment I glanced at her outfit again. I could only see a tantalizing bit of cleavage, but I knew what the rest looked like. I wondered what she was wearing on the bottom, so I ran an experimental hand over her hip and thigh. I felt garter straps but nothing else, only smooth skin under the fabric of her skirt.

“Are you…?”

“Yeah, totally commando.”

I grinned. “How about up top?”

“Under the jacket? Just a corset.”

“So you came ready for action?” I watched her out of the corner of my eye.

She nodded, and her chest rose and fell with her quickened breathing.

“Parking lot?” I said conversationally. “Or do we need to find someplace closer?”

She actually thought about it.

I suppressed a chuckle and said, “Let’s wait. I want you nice and ready.”

“I’m ready now,” she said under her breath.

I did chuckle at that, although it was more of a tease than anything. “I know. That’s why we’re going to wait.”

The baggage handlers must have agreed, since they took their sweet time unloading the plane. The carousel sat idle as people grew progressively more annoyed and restless.

Brooke and I were standing with our backs to a pillar, so I decided to have some fun to pass the time. I took off my jacket and draped it over my arm to cover my growing erection. Then I discreetly caressed her bare ass through her skirt. She looked around nervously, but no one had noticed.

“What’s taking so long?” she muttered.

I smiled to myself. Then I gently tugged her skirt upward. She squirmed with a silent protest but didn’t move to stop me. I lifted her skirt until I felt her bare thighs above her stockings. Another few inches and everyone would see her pussy. She fidgeted as the heat and anticipation built.

“How long have you been thinking about this?” I asked quietly.

“Since Chris called and told me.”

“No,” I chuckled, “I mean today.”

“Oh. All day, since this morning.”

“Did you play with yourself?”


“Just once?”

“No, twice.”

“Tell me,” I said.

“Once in bed and again as I was getting dressed.”

“Vibrator or fingers?”

“Fingers. Both times.”

“So you need to feel something inside you.”

“Are you trying to make me jump you? Right here in front of everyone?”

“That’s half the fun, isn’t it? The anticipation?”

At that point the baggage carousel clattered to life. Brooke used the distraction to slide her skirt back into place. I chuckled and glanced at her sideways.

“You know it’s going to be around your waist as soon as we get to the parking lot, don’t you?”

She sighed impatiently instead of answering.

Suitcases began sliding off the conveyor and thumping against the lip of the carousel.

“Well, damn,” I swore quietly.


“That’s my bag. I was hoping to make you wait a bit longer.”

“I don’t know if I can take it.”

“Oh, you can take it.” I chuckled at the double entendre and moved my right arm. My folded jacked swung away from my crotch, and Brooke’s eyes widened at the bulge in my trousers. I leaned close and whispered, “When we get to your car, I’m going to bend you over and fuck you. And I don’t care who sees.”

She closed her eyes and her cheeks colored. “Can we hurry?”

I left her by the pillar and threaded my way through the crowd to fetch my garment bag. I shouldered the strap and gestured, and she met me on the way toward the exit.

Part of me wanted to linger and enjoy the sexual tension, not to mention one of the city landmarks from my list. The Theme Building sat in the middle of the airport, bathed in soft blue light. It was a swooping masterpiece of Googie architecture, a monument to the jet-setting past and the future that might still be.

Buy a postcard, the little head said impatiently.

Brooke glanced at me and silently agreed. She couldn’t read my thoughts as well as Christy could, but she usually knew when I was talking to my penis.

“That is the strangest thing,” she said. “You treat it like a person.”

“He sort of is,” I chuckled. “I’m more complicated and like to talk to women. He’s simpler and just wants to fuck them.”

“Is it okay if we do what it— what he says for a while?”

“Sure. Where’s your car?”

“That way.” She hurried across the walkway and into the parking lot.

I followed at a slower pace, so she turned and waited for me.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“Nothing. But… I just had a fun thought.”

“Oh?” She waited until curiosity got the better of her. “What?”

“Is your car under a light?”

Her brow furrowed. “I don’t think so.”

“Good. You go first. I’ll follow you. When you get there, bend over the trunk and lift your skirt. All the way.”

Her eyes widened but she nodded.

“Don’t look back when you hear me approach. If you do, I won’t fuck you. Do you understand?”

She nodded and started to leave, but I caught her around the waist. I pulled her close and kissed her. She sighed and leaned into me, and her tongue sought mine. We finally separated when we ran out of breath. Then we shared a goofy, horny grin.

“Remember,” I said, serious again, “don’t look back when you hear me. Just keep your head down.”

“I will.”

She hurried off. I followed as calmly as I could, but the little head finally convinced me to pick up the pace.

I don’t know why I put up with you, he groused.

Because you can’t get into a woman’s head like I do.

Try me, he said testily.

That isn’t what I meant, I laughed.

I know what you meant. I’m you, remember?

Sometimes I wonder.

That makes two of us. Now hurry up!

I turned into the row where Brooke had gone and felt a wave of panic when I thought I’d lost her. Then I spotted her small BMW. It was dark green, and she wasn’t at the end of the car like I’d expected. She’d gone to the far side, next to the adjacent car, where any casual passer-by wouldn’t see her. I had to give her credit, she thought things through before she did them.

She was also peeking at me from under her cap, but I decided to let it slide. She wanted the thrill of sex in public, not the consequences. I couldn’t really blame her for that, since I didn’t want to be arrested either.

I walked under a lamppost, and the shadows deepened as I passed another half-dozen cars before I reached hers. She lowered her head to her arms, but I took my time and let the tension build. Then I set my things on the ground and moved behind her.

Locks of red hair spilled from under her cap, and her white neck stood out against the dark trunk lid. She moaned with anticipation when I still didn’t touch her. Instead, I simply enjoyed the sight of her skirt bunched around her waist. Her round ass and firm thighs were pale in the dim light.

She spread her feet to give me better access, so I felt between her thighs. My fingers parted her smooth labia and made her gasp. She was soaked, almost dripping. Her inner thighs were damp as well, and my fingers slid into her easily. I teased her for nearly a minute as planes flew overhead.

“Don’t move,” I said at last. “Don’t make a sound. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

I straightened and carefully extracted my hard-on. I stroked it in anticipation, while Brooke struggled to hold still. After a moment I put a hand on her back and aimed my cock between her thighs. Then I slid it along her drenched slit. She moaned with desire as I set the head at her opening.

Heat and moisture engulfed my cock when I slid into her. The sensation reached my brain a half-second later, and the world spun for a moment. Brooke’s back rose and fell with her own excited breathing.

I steadied myself behind her and held her hips. Then I took a last look around. People were walking from the terminal in the distance, but none of them turned our direction, and we were far enough from the light that no one was likely to see us.

A plane in the distance drowned out Brooke’s moan as I withdrew slowly. I paused for a moment to let her excitement build. Then I slammed into her and rocked the car. I began fucking her with long, deliberate strokes. She pushed back against me and urged me to fuck her harder. I leaned over her back and brought my face close to hers.

“When’s the last time you had a good, hard fucking?”

She hesitated.

“Tell me.”

“Two… two weeks,” she panted.

My eyebrows rose. She didn’t have a boyfriend as far as I knew, and I hadn’t seen her since New Year’s.

“Oh?” I said. “Who?”

“Just a guy.”

“What guy?”

“At school.”

I filed it away and pushed myself upright. I started fucking her again, slow and deliberate, like before. Her pussy felt so good that I knew I couldn’t hold back forever, so I increased the tempo until I was slamming into her. The car rocked on its springs with each thrust, and she moaned every time my hips met her ass.

“On your knees,” I said at last. “Suck me off.”

She turned and immediately crouched in front of me. She held my hips for balance and bobbed on my shaft. I didn’t last long after that, and she stroked my cock as she aimed it at her mouth.

I grunted with pleasure when the first spurt gushed over her tongue. She kept stroking and shifted her aim so the next one coated her cheek. Then she recaptured the head and swallowed the rest. I staggered back and bumped into the car next to us. Brooke wiped semen from her cheek and licked her fingers.

I helped her stand once she finished cleaning her face. She immediately wrapped her fingers around my shaft. It was still hard, and she squeezed gently. Then she leaned in for a kiss. I tasted myself on her lips as she moaned into my mouth. She stroked my cock insistently and then rubbed it against her smooth slit. We kissed hungrily and only stopped when a car drove by.

“Okay,” I said, my breathing heavy from the kiss and my own excitement, “either we need to head to the hotel or I’m going to fuck you again, right here.”

“Right here.”

I looked around the parking lot and decided we needed a little more privacy.

“In the car?” she said hopefully.

“No,” I laughed.


“We’ll get to your butt,” I teased. “Be patient.”

“I don’t wanna be patient. I want your dick. And it’s still so hard.” She hadn’t come yet, and she wasn’t willing to wait. Obviously.

“In the car,” I said at last.

She released me and automatically reached for the purse she wasn’t carrying. “Oh, right.” She reached into the blazer’s left pocket and extracted a set of keys. Then she unlocked the passenger door and lifted the seat lever. The back folded forward.

“Damn!” She held the lever and swung the back toward the rear. Her bare ass was too tempting to ignore, so I cupped her soaked pussy. She lurched in surprise and banged her head on the door opening.

I tried not to laugh as she stood and rubbed her head. Then the chauffeur’s cap slid forward and covered her eyes.

“Damn hat.” She threw it into the car. Her wavy copper hair tumbled around her shoulders, and she fluffed it with a gesture that was completely innocent and incredibly sexy at the same time.

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her hard. She recovered from her surprise and molded her body to mine.

“Come on,” I said at last, “let’s get in the car. No, me first.” I sank into the passenger seat and lay back. My cock jutted up at an angle.

Brooke bent to suck it before she straddled my hips and reached for my shaft. She steadied it and rose to impale herself.

“Whoa,” I said. “Door. Light.”

“Oh, right!” She yanked the door, and it swung closed with a solid German thump. The dome light went out and plunged the interior into anonymous darkness again. We still had enough light to see by, but no one else could see what we were up to.

“Much better,” I said. “Now, relax. Take a deep breath.”

She nodded and did it.

“And take off your jacket,” I suggested helpfully.

She grinned and unbuttoned the blazer. She flipped it over her bare shoulders and pulled the sleeves through as she tugged her arms free. She was wearing a black lace corset that buttoned up the front.

“Wow. You’re even more beautiful every time I see you.” I cupped her breasts and squeezed. Then I began unfastening the little bead-like buttons on her corset.

She rocked her hips, and her smooth pussy ground against my hard-on.

“Oh, no fair!” I gasped. “Don’t distract me. I need to see your tits. I’ve been thinking about ’em all day.”

“All day?” she teased.

She brushed my hands away and finished undoing the buttons in a few seconds. Then she tossed the corset aside and revealed her perfect breasts. Her nipples were pale, and she had faint tan lines from her bikini top. She paused to let me admire them before she leaned forward and kissed me. Her kisses heated up quickly, punctuated with little sighs of pleasure.

I reached around her hip and aimed my cock at her pussy. She impaled herself with a soft groan. We continued making out as she began rocking her hips. My hard-on moved inside her, but not enough to make me think about coming any time soon. Instead, I held her hips and focused on her pleasure.

She ground her pussy against the base of my shaft and planted kisses on my face and neck. I held her steady and began thrusting into her. She whimpered, and her skin grew hotter as her climax approached. Then she tensed and held very still. Heat and moisture flooded her pussy, and I had to concentrate hard not to come myself.

After a dozen heartbeats she relaxed, and we both panted to catch our breath. We lay in silence for several minutes, until she pushed herself up and smiled down at me.

“Your turn,” she said. Then she grinned. “I know what you want.”


“Mmm hmm.” She glanced up to gauge the distance to the headliner. “Damn little car.”

“You’re the one who couldn’t wait to get to the hotel.”

“So sue me. I needed to come.” She put one hand on my chest and steadied herself as she sat up slowly.

Her luscious breasts swung into view, and I cupped them. They filled my palms with their weight, soft and firm at the same time.

“Besides,” she added conversationally, “do you know how far it is? I didn’t think so. More than an hour.”

“Fair enough,” I chuckled. “Lean forward.”

She did, and I sucked her nipples. She began moving atop me, rocking her hips and moaning softly as my cock moved inside her. After a couple of minutes, she pushed herself upright.

“Just watch,” she said. Then she began squeezing her breasts and tugging her nipples. At the same time she ground her hips into mine. The temperature in her pussy went up a half-dozen degrees.

I wanted to enjoy it as long as I could, but the pressure in my balls eventually reached the point where I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pulled her down and began fucking her in earnest.

“Oh, God,” she gasped, “like that!”

I rammed into her a dozen times and then held still as my cock swelled and exploded deep inside her. She clutched my sides, her body tense from her own climax. Our hot juices mingled, and she twitched with little aftershocks as the sensations began to fade.

We eventually relaxed and held each other while we caught our breath. I rubbed her back and marveled at the heat coming from her bare skin.

“I needed that,” she said softly.

“Me too.”

“Welcome to Los Angeles.”

“The city of angels,” I agreed.

She snuggled closer and relaxed with a long sigh.

We eventually sat up, and Brooke climbed into the driver’s seat. She found her discarded blazer and donned it without the corset. I gave her covered breasts an experimental squeeze.

“Do I pass?”

“A plus,” I said. Then I tucked my limp cock back in my trousers. The crotch was covered with dried semen and pussy juice. I could feel it, but the pants were light enough that I didn’t think anyone would notice.

Brooke saw me looking and figured out why. “Do you need to change?”

“I don’t think so. I’ll just hold my jacket in front of me when we check in to the hotel.”

“I feel so slutty,” she said all of a sudden. “I’ve never done that before.”

“What? Sex in the airport parking lot?” I chuckled.

“I’m really pretty boring. I have lots of fantasies, but…” She shrugged.

“You’re anything but boring,” I said with an affectionate laugh. Then I pulled her close for a kiss, quick but full of meaning.

“Mmm, that’s nice.” She sank back to the driver’s seat. She put the key in the ignition but then stopped and laughed. “We left your bags. They’re still outside.”

“Whoops! I completely forgot. You have that effect…”

We opened our doors and climbed out. I collected my backpack and garment bag from where I’d left them, along with her cardboard sign. The trunk was already half-full with her things, so I set mine aside and moved her dress bag out of the way. She had a suitcase and bulky overnight case, which I scooted to the side to make room for my own bags. I was used to traveling with Christy, so I didn’t even comment on all the luggage.

“Sorry,” Brooke said a little self-consciously. “I didn’t know how formal, so I brought three dresses to choose from. And… um… a fourth one that’s kind of risqué.”

My eyebrows rose with a question.

“It’s pretty revealing. It won’t get us kicked out or anything, but it shows a lot of skin.”

“Sounds awesome,” I said. “Although… maybe not for the ceremony.”

She nodded.

“That doesn’t mean we can’t find somewhere else to go in the revealing dress.”

“For real?”

“Yeah, of course. You want me to show you off in public, don’t you?”

“I do, but… it’s really slutty.”

“The sluttier, the better!”

All of a sudden she threw herself into my arms and kissed me. My dick reacted predictably. She fumbled for my zipper and managed to lower it halfway before I could stop her.

“Save it for the hotel,” I said with a soft chuckle as I zipped up.

“But I want it now.”

“You can have it, but at the hotel.”

“You can do it from behind.”

“Later. At the hotel.”

“I’ll suck you off.”

I rolled my eyes and kissed her, full of intent but in no hurry. Her lust faded as we lingered over the quiet moment.

“I promise,” I said quietly, “we’ll do everything. But not here.”

She composed herself and nodded. “Yeah, you’re right.”

I kissed her again and she leaned into me.

A passing car proved my point with a toot on the horn. “Get a room,” the guy laughed through the open window.

I flipped him off while Brooke hid her face in embarrassment.

He laughed again and sped off in a cloud of fumes.

“Asshole,” I muttered. Then I hugged Brooke and kissed her temple. “See what I mean? Let’s get out of here.”


Brooke had done her homework for the trip. She handed me two pieces of engineering graph paper, one with directions from the airport to the hotel and another from there to the ceremony. She’d even bought a map of LA, although “atlas” was probably a better description. It was a spiral-bound book, with page after page of the streets and cities that made up greater Los Angeles.

“Makes Atlanta seem tiny,” I said as I leafed through it.

“For real. San Diego and Dallas too.” She turned out of the parking lot and followed the signs to the interstate. “But that reminds me… Why’re we staying so far away?”

“What d’you mean?”

“The hotel’s in Thousand Oaks, but the ceremony’s in San Marino. The woman I talked to at the hotel said it’s more than an hour away. So, why so far?”

“No clue,” I said. “To be honest, this all happened so quickly that I didn’t have a chance to ask many questions. I guess it’s a Hyatt thing.”

“The hotel?”

“Yeah, but also the Hyatt Foundation. They present the Pritzker Prize. So it makes sense that we’re staying in a Hyatt hotel, especially since they’re paying for the room.”

“Oh. I thought you’d picked it.”

“No, everything was arranged by the Foundation. My professor’s a guest of honor. Well, he was.”

“Yeah, Chris told me that much. How’s his wife, by the way?”

“Okay, I hope, but I don’t know for sure. I haven’t talked to him since he told me what happened.”

Professor Joska’s wife had been in a car accident, blindsided by a drunk driver who’d run a red light. She’d suffered a broken arm, hip, and leg, as well as several internal injuries. None of them were immediately life-threatening, but that did little to ease her suffering.

The other driver had walked away with cuts and bruises, plus a bump on the forehead from where he’d hit the windshield. He’d been treated and released, only to be arrested by the police. He probably wouldn’t spend any time in jail, though, while Joska’s wife would be in the hospital for weeks and physical therapy for even longer.

“There ain’t no justice,” I muttered.

“Yeah, for sure.”

“Anyway, Joska was a little preoccupied when I talked to him, so I didn’t ask many questions. I just said yes when he asked me to come and represent him.”

“It’s a big honor,” Brooke said, and I nodded. “Chris says you’re his favorite.”

“I dunno about that,” I hedged. “Joska sees my potential, but he doesn’t give me any special treatment. If anything, he’s even harder on me.”

“You can’t make a diamond without heat and pressure. And he did send you on an all-expenses-paid vacation. So he must like you.”

“He does. But he also knows I can fly for free. That made me the only real choice, especially at the last minute.”

“He could’ve asked another professor.”

“True. And I’m sure a couple of them are upset that he didn’t. So… yeah, maybe I’m his favorite.”

Brooke shot me a grin and then fell silent as she accelerated up the freeway ramp. She glanced over her shoulder and concentrated on merging into the flow of traffic.

“This is nuts,” she said when she finally reached the inside middle lane. “It’s eleven o’clock! Where’re all these people going?”

“Who knows. It’s LA,” I said simply.

“I guess. Anyway, what were we talking about?”

“Just chitchat. My professor. The trip. Last minute. That sort of thing.”

“Oh, right. It’s too bad Chris couldn’t come.”

“She wanted to, but she has to work on her project.”

“Yeah, she was telling me about it.”

“It’s the biggest bronze she’s ever cast,” I said, “and she wants it to be freestanding. That’s a lot harder than you’d think, so she’s pretty focused.”

“That’s how she is.”

“Yeah. She’s been working on it for the past month, making molds and casting smaller versions to get the technique right. I have to take her food or she forgets to eat.”

“She’s always been like that. You should’ve seen her in high school. She weighed something like eighty-five pounds when I first met her.”

“I can keep her weight above a hundred, but it takes effort.”

“What,” Brooke teased, “you mean all that semen you feed her doesn’t make her gain weight?” She laughed and glanced at me out of the corner of her eye. “That’s all she talks about sometimes, sex and how often you do it.”

“Her libido is something else,” I admitted. “It’s higher than her metabolism, I think.”

“Oh, you poor thing. Do you need a vacation?”

“If I do,” I laughed, “I’m not going to get it while you’re around.”

“Yeah, she warned me. She says you’ll turn me into a nympho like her.”

“I think you’re a nympho already. You just need the right guy.”

We shared a grin.

“This is cool,” Brooke said after a moment.


“Just talking to you. About sex, yeah, but really about anything.” She changed lanes as an excuse to think of the past. “I’ve always had to keep things to myself. Even from Chris sometimes, back in high school. I didn’t want a reputation, but also…” She shrugged. “I guess I was too chicken.”

“That’s pretty common, especially for girls.”

“I still do it now, keep things to myself. I don’t know who I’d tell, though. I don’t really go on dates. I must have guy-repellant genes or something. The only ones who’re interested are like the guys back at the airport.”

“Jerks,” I agreed. “But you don’t have guy-repellent genes. I’m interested in you, and I’m a guy.”

“Yeah, I noticed. You’re almost like a boyfriend. I know you’re not,” she added hastily. “You wouldn’t. I know you’d never— Not that I would either, but sometimes— God, I’m such a nerd! Why can’t I just talk normal?”

“It’s okay,” I chuckled. “I have that effect on women.” I was joking, but she took me seriously.

“You do,” she said as she relaxed her death-grip on the steering wheel. “It’s strange. Most regular guys’re scared of me or something. I don’t bite, but they act like I do. You’re just the opposite. You’re so totally cool that I’m the one who’s nervous. Except… I’m not. Not really.”

She pretended to concentrate on driving as we approached an interchange: Santa Monica one way, Los Angeles the other, San Fernando straight ahead.

“That reminds me…,” she said after we passed the signs. She tried to sound offhand, but her tone was loaded with uncertainty. “My parents bought a video camera.”

“Oh? Cool.”

“I… um… brought it with me.”

“Ah! So that’s what was in the big black case. I thought it was an overnight bag.”

She shook her head and drove in silence as she gathered her courage. “I can’t promise anything,” she said at last, “’cause I might chicken out—”

“I don’t think you will.”

“Thanks, but you don’t know what I’m about to say.”

“Oh, I think I do.”

“Okay, what?” she challenged.

“You want to make a porno.”

“How’d—? Never mind. Sometimes I forget that other people are as smart as me.”

“I know the feeling,” I chuckled.

She looked at me sidelong. “So… what do you think?”

“About being as smart as you? I think I am, but it’s flattering that you agree.”

She rolled her eyes and looked skyward. “You’re messing with me. What do you really think? About making a movie?”

“I think it’d be fun.”

“Well, you know how I am,” she cautioned. “I have really wild ideas, but I never go through with them.”

“Sometimes you do. You just need the right incentive. And in this case, the right guy. But about the movie… Let’s see how we feel. If you’re in the mood, we’ll do it. If not, not.”

“I don’t ever wanna promise anything, ’cause I think you’ll get angry if we don’t do it, but… I guess I should know better by now.”

“Mmm hmm. Anyway, what were you thinking? Do you have an idea or a script or something?”

She shot me a sideways grin.

“Yeah, I thought so,” I chuckled. “You and Christy are peas in a pod.”

“So sue me. Or… what is it she always says?”

“Or use me instead.”

“Right, yeah! You can totally use me.”

“Speaking of which…” I waved the pages of driving directions. “How much longer do we have?”

She glanced at one of the signs as we passed. “Thirty minutes. Maybe more. Why?”

“I really don’t know if I can wait that long.”

“For real? Okay, you’re messing with me again. You said not till we get to the hotel.”

“Yeah,” I admitted, “but I changed my mind. Open your blazer.”


“Why do you think? You have amazing breasts.”

“And you want to see them? Now?”

“Sure. Why not?”

“But… what if someone sees?”

“What if they do? Besides, you like showing off.”

She stared straight ahead, but her quickened breathing gave away her excitement.

“Open your blazer,” I repeated. “Show me.”

She drove with one hand and unbuttoned her jacket with the other. Then she glanced at me sideways. I reached over and spread the halves to reveal her breasts. I cupped one and squeezed gently. She looked around, but no one was close enough to see into the car. Then she sighed as I teased her nipple until it was stiff.

“Okay,” I said at last, “I’ll let you drive. But tell me about this porno.”

“It’s actually two,” she said. “One for me and one for you. But you have to swear you won’t show anyone,” she continued. “Not even Trip and Wren. They’re cool and all, but they aren’t you. So I don’t want them to know. This’s just for us.”

“I promise, just for us.”


“So… what’re you thinking?”

“Well, I know how much Chris loves blowjobs.” She grinned as she warmed to the fantasy. “So I thought I’d give you one while you’re holding the camera. I wanna see what I look like, but she wants to see too. What it’s like from your perspective.”

“So you talked to her about it?”

“Yeah, of course. She’s the one who suggested it, bringing the camera.” She fell silent but then glanced at me sideways. “I like it too, you know. Giving head. It gets me hot.”

“In that case,” I said, “I think it’s time for Mr. Big to join the party.” I unzipped my slightly stiff trousers and extracted my hard-on.

“Do I need to pull over? I don’t mind. I can—”

“No, we’re good,” I said. “But I could definitely use a hand here.”

She glanced sideways and reached for my cock. She began stroking and returned her eyes to the road.

“Much better,” I said. “Now, what about the second one?”

“The second dick? Ha! Psych!” She smirked but then thought about what she’d said. “Huh. That might be fun. A movie with two guys…”

“I can probably arrange it,” I said. “This summer? Me and Trip?”

“You and Mark. But… lemme think about it.”

“No problem. In the meantime, tell me about the one you wanna make this weekend.”

“So, yeah…,” she said slowly. “This one’s just for me. It’s pretty complicated, though.” She paused and breathed slowly to steady her nerves. “So, it starts with me reading a magazine. You’re watching from the bathroom. I start playing with myself, and you…”

The night manager at the hotel looked like he’d been dozing before we arrived, but he came fully alert when he saw that our reservation was for the Hyatt Foundation and the Pritzker ceremony. Our room was already paid for, he said, and I didn’t even have to give him a credit card to keep on file for incidental expenses. All he needed was a signature on the registration form.

“Sign here, Mr. Joska.” He mispronounced it but I didn’t correct him. I didn’t give him my own name, either. Professor Joska had called the Foundation to let them know that I’d be representing him, but the change hadn’t filtered down to the hotel. It didn’t seem to matter, so I kept my mouth shut.

“Will there be anything else?” the manager asked as he handed me the room key.

“No, thank you. It’s been a long day and we just want to get to bed.”

“Of course, sir.” He stole a glance at Brooke. Her hair was slightly mussed, and her makeup had been smudged in places, but she still looked beautiful. She exuded sex appeal, too, the freshly-fucked kind. The poor guy had to tear his eyes away. “The elevators are that way,” he said. “Would you like help with your luggage?”

“No, but thanks. We can manage.”

Our room was on the third floor, about halfway around the atrium and its marble fountain. The room itself was a bit larger than I’d been expecting. It wasn’t an actual suite, but it had a living area in addition to a king-sized bed.

I set the camera case on the floor—the thing weighed at least fifteen pounds—and hung the dress and garment bags in the closet. Then I shrugged off my backpack and let it fall where I stood. Brooke set her own suitcase by the dresser and kicked off her stiletto heels.

“Long day,” I said as I stretched wearily.

“I was tired earlier, but now I’m wide awake.”

“Wish I could say the same. I’ve been up three hours longer’n you have.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Are you ready for bed?” She did her best not to sound disappointed, but I heard it anyway.

“Eventually,” I said. “I promised you sex, remember? If you’re still in the mood…?”

“I am, but if you’re too tired…”

“Hold on, lemme check.” I looked at my groin. “What do you think? Are we too tired?”

Brooke covered her mouth and snorted a laugh.

“He says he’s wide awake too. And he doesn’t care if I’m tired. According to him, I need to get my priorities straight. I can sleep any time.”

“Seriously? He said all that?”

“Well, not in so many words,” I admitted. “He’s just a penis, after all.”

“You’re too funny.”

“It’s mostly him. I’m the serious one.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“And right now I’m seriously thinking about a shower to wake up.”

“We can go to sleep if—”

“No, the little head’s right this time. Besides, I have a reputation to uphold.”

“That’s right!” she laughed. “Five or six times a night.”

“I’ll be happy with three. Four if we’re lucky.”

She looked at her watch. “Well, it’s technically tomorrow anyway. So we’re getting an early start.”

“That’s the spirit!” I crossed the room. Brooke was three inches shorter in her bare feet, and she had to look up slightly. Then she looked down as I unbuttoned her blazer.

“How come I always end up naked when you’re around?” she wondered aloud.

“It’s your own fault.”

“What? How?”

“If you weren’t so sexy, I wouldn’t keep taking off your clothes.”

“Oh, is that it?” she mocked.

“Mmm hmm.” I spread her jacket and cupped her firm breasts. “Feel free to return the favor.”

“Feel free?” She rolled her eyes but reached up to loosen my tie.

“See? Teamwork.”

She unknotted the tie and pulled it through my collar with a hiss of silk. “Then why’m I doing all the work?”

“Sorry, can’t talk now. Tits.”

“Mmm hmm.” She unbuttoned my shirt and tugged the tails loose. Then she twisted my nipples.

“Ow! How’d you like it if I did that to you?”

She laughed a challenge. “You’ll have to catch—”

I grabbed her around her waist and lifted her into the air.

“—me first. No fair!”

“Yep,” I said as I hoisted her onto my shoulder, “I’m bigger and stronger.”

“Damn sexual dimorphism.”

“I don’t know what that is,” I chuckled, “but it sounds like it benefits me.”

“It does.” She sighed and relaxed. “I don’t suppose you’ll put me down?”

“Sure. What’s the magic word?”


I set her on her feet, and she looked at me in surprise.

“Seriously? It was that easy?”

“Ask and ye shall receive.”

Her eyes narrowed, and the scientist in her couldn’t resist testing the hypothesis. “Kiss me?”

I did.

“Um… sweep me off my feet?”

I picked her up and held her in my arms.

“Ooh, I could get used to this.” She grinned coquettishly. “Do you have a safe word?”

“No,” I laughed. “And I don’t need one. I’m the Dom here, remember?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. So… are you in the mood to be submissive?”

She thought about it but then shook her head. “I’m in the mood to make love, though.”

My eyebrows rose with a question.

“Of course I know,” Brooke said. “I hear about all your exploits, remember? And I know Chris’s little hints and code words. ‘Fucking’ is hard and fast, ‘having sex’ is normal, and ‘making love’ is slow and gentle.”

“Yep, you know, all right. So, you want to make love?”

She nodded.

“How ’bout this,” I suggested. “Let’s have sex first, in the shower. Then I’ll take you to bed and make love to you.”

“Even better.” She lifted her lips for a kiss, and I was happy to oblige. “Mmm,” she sighed afterward. “I miss that as much as anything.”

“Well, there’s more where that came from.”

“I know.”

“Ready to sh—?” I yawned. “Sorry. Ready to shower?”

“Are you sure? We can go straight to bed if you want. I’ll even let you sleep.”

I shook my head and inhaled sharply to stave off another yawn. “I’m sure. I’ll be fine once I get my second wind.”

“If you’re sure…?”

“I’m sure.”

“Thank you.” She kissed me again. “I know you’re just doing this for me, but—”

“No, I’m doing it for me too. I’ve been thinking about it since Christy suggested it. Meeting you, I mean.”

“Me too.”

“So, let’s get going. We only have three days!”

“Three whole days,” she said, faux-dreamily. “Oh, that reminds me! Did you bring any toys?”

“As a matter of fact, I did.”

Her eyes lit up. “What?”

“Handcuffs and cock rings, the steel one and a rubber one with nubs. What did you bring?”

“A vibrator and my butt plug. And… something new.”

I arched an eyebrow.

“A… um… a ball gag.”

Both eyebrows flew up. “For real?”

“Yeah. I saw one in a movie and wanna try it.”

“Sounds fun. And kinky.”

She rolled her eyes and flushed with embarrassment. “That’s me, kinky.”

“No, that’s a good thing,” I said.

“I know. Sometimes I forget that I don’t have to be ashamed of it, especially with you.”

“Nope. I’m pretty open-minded.”

“I know. It’s really sexy. You’re really sexy. Like, everything about you.”

“Thanks. You’re pretty sexy too. But you’d be even sexier naked… in the shower… on your knees.”

She grinned, her embarrassment a thing of the past. “Ask and ye shall receive.”

“Oh, nice,” I said when Brooke joined me in the bathroom.


“You shaved. All the way, I mean.” The last time I’d seen her, she’d had a small, triangular tuft of copper-red pubic hair.

All of a sudden she looked uncertain. “But, I thought—”

“No, I love it. You know me. It’s just…” I shrugged. “It’s your body. Do what makes you happy.”


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