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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
Part: Chapter 06
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mF, teen, oral, voy, exhib, mast
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Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER SIX

Dinner that night was mentally exhausting. Mom, Susan and Erin 
chattered about all sorts of things. I didn't pay enough 
attention to participate in the conversation, however; I was lost 
in thought.

If Susan hadn't been the one stroking my erection in the lake, 
then that left only one other option. And I didn't even want to 
consider what _that_ meant. I had been standing within arm's 
reach of both Mom and Susan.

Susan must be teasing me, I thought frantically. She had to have 
been the one stroking me. She must be letting me think it wasn't 
her, to see me squirm.

There were only a few problems with that. Susan enjoyed teasing 
me, and seemed to enjoy doing it as openly as she could. In 
addition, she'd never lied to me. I sensed that she was a very 
honest woman.

All the way up the hill from the lake, she had maintained that 
she hadn't grabbed my dick. Why would she lie?

I didn't want to believe the conclusion I'd come to: she wouldn't 
lie. And that could only mean...

"Paul, honey, are you okay?" Mom asked.

I looked into her eyes. Were they the eyes of the woman who'd 
held my hard dick in her hand this afternoon? Who'd held onto my 
hardness so she could keep stroking me?

I was appalled that a part of me, an embarrassingly large part, 
hoped that she was the one.

"Paul?" she repeated more forcefully.

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts.

"What?" I asked as innocently as I could.

"You haven't said a word all night. Are you alright?"

I nodded, afraid to say anything.

"Are you sure?" she pressed.

All three of them were looking at me now.

"I'm fine," I said.

The rest of dinner passed without incident. Mom and Susan kept 
their expressions well-schooled, and Erin was oblivious.

That night, I lay awake a long time, thinking about the day's 
events. I couldn't tear my mind away from the fact that having 
Mom caressing my erection thrilled me. My emotions ran the gamut 
from ashamed to excited.

Finally, I drifted off to sleep.

-----

The next morning, I awoke with a chill, dimly realizing it was 
still very early in the morning. I had been dreaming of being in 
the lake, and of the cold water. I had also been dreaming that 
Mom and I were the only ones there, and that she had been gently 
stroking my erection. As my thoughts cleared, I realized that I 
was very cold, and my erect penis was pointing at the ceiling.

I reached down to pull my sheet up, thinking that I must've 
kicked it off sometime during the night. That would certainly 
explain why I was dreaming about being in the cold lake.

I decided to leave my erection alone this morning, to let it go 
down by itself; so I rolled over quietly. When I looked down from 
the top bunk, I realized that Mom's bed was empty. I looked up, 
and when I saw that the bathroom door was open, I knew she wasn't 
in there either.

I lay there for a moment, letting my erection subside, then I 
climbed down out of bed. My half-erect penis flopped back and 
forth with each rung of the ladder. Once on the floor, I looked 
around. The door to the cabin was open, and I saw Mom sitting in 
the rocking chair on the porch.

I quietly watched her for a few moments. I realized with a start 
that her right hand was idly toying with her right nipple. I 
could clearly see that it was erect as she circled her index 
finger around it.

I stepped towards the screen door and opened it quietly. As I 
stepped outside, Mom looked up, and I gently let the screen door 
close, holding it so it didn't slam. No sense waking up Erin and 
ruining things, I thought to myself.

When I stepped outside, Mom dropped her hand and looked up at me, 
smiling.

"Good morning, sleepy head," she said.

"Good morning," I said, taking a seat in the other rocking chair.

We sat quietly for a few minutes, enjoying the early morning 
sounds of the pine forest.

"How much more work does Aunt Susan have for you to do?" she 
asked.

"We've still got to go through the back wall of the garage. There 
are actually more boxes there than on the side wall. We finished 
the side yesterday before we left for town."

"Ah," she said noncommittally.

"And after we finish with the garage, I was going to help Dwight 
put up the new roof panels on her back patio."

"Mmm hmm. Aunt Susan told me that Dwight and Karen would be in 
this weekend," Mom said. "So that's it?" she asked.

"I guess."

We went back to simply enjoying the morning, but I could tell Mom 
was deep in thought.

We sat there in silence for almost 15 minutes.

"You'd better go brush your teeth before you head over to Aunt 
Susan's," Mom finally said, turning to look at me. "And comb your 
hair too."

I nodded and got up from the rocking chair. Once inside, I went 
to the bathroom to brush my teeth and comb my hair. When I came 
out, Mom had come back inside.

As I walked towards her, headed for the door, she stepped toward 
me. Without warning, she wrapped her arms around my torso and 
hugged me tight, like she had when I was a kid.

"You know I love you very much, Paul," she said, her cheek 
pressed against my chest.

I wrapped my arms around her. "I love you too, Mom," I said, a 
little confused. I could feel her breasts pressing against me, 
her hard nipples boring into my flesh. More ominously, I could 
feel the heat of her body washing over my dick. I desperately 
didn't want an erection now.

Thinking about it, however, only made things worse. I loosened my 
arms to let go of her, hoping she would do the same; but she kept 
her own tight about my chest. With an inaudible groan, I felt my 
penis stiffen.

It quickly reached full hardness and pressed against the flesh of 
her stomach. She didn't react, however, and I guessed that she 
simply didn't notice. I hoped, at least. Unfortunately, the 
contact of my glans pressing against her flesh only served to 
make me harder.

Finally, she loosened her arms and released me a little. She 
stood up on tiptoe to kiss my cheek and I felt the tip of my 
penis brush over her pubic hair. It swelled with the contact, and 
I almost wrenched myself from her arms and bolted.

"I'd better let you go, or you're going to be late," she said 
with a smile.

She withdrew her arms from around me, and then I did bolt. I ran 
through the screen door and let it slam shut behind me. I ran all 
the way to Susan's house, my erection leading the way.

-----

When I got there, Susan was sitting at the wrought-iron table 
with her legs demurely crossed, drinking a glass of juice.

I abruptly came to a halt at the entrance to the courtyard, 
panting from my jog down from our cabin, my erection sticking out 
and bobbing with my heartbeat.

Susan arched an eyebrow and looked down at my hard-on. "Tough 
morning?"

I shook my head. Then I reconsidered, and nodded. On second 
thought (or was it third), I really didn't want to go into 
details, they were too weird--I shook my head again, firmly this 
time.

"Confused?"

Hesitantly, I nodded.

"I see."

She paused for a moment as I gulped air.

"Were you expecting to get that thing," she nodded to my stiff 
penis, "sucked this morning?"

I grinned sheepishly. Truth be told, I had been expecting just 
that. But I hastily decided that taking Susan for granted was not 
only unfair, not to mention rude, but it was also a Really Bad 
Idea. I shook my head, "Not expecting... just hoping."

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Good answer!"

She looked me up and down, as if appraising me. I returned her 
frank stare with as much humble need as I could. I don't know if 
she bought it or not, but finally she gestured for me to come 
into the courtyard.

"Come stand beside me," she said.

I readily complied

"Closer," she said.

I took a step closer.

She dropped her eyes to look at my erection, then crooked a 
finger at my manhood in the age-old "come here" gesture.

I shuffled forward until the tip of my penis was nearly touching 
her face. She looked up at me and smiled wickedly.

As I looked down at her, she closed her eyes and took a deep 
breath. Then she slowly closed her lips around the head of my 
penis. She swirled her tongue around the head and then took as 
much of my dick into her mouth as she could, wrapping her lips 
around it about two inches from the base.

I think watching her suck me off was almost as incredible as the 
feeling of her doing it.

She really seemed to enjoy sucking my dick, and I wasn't about to 
complain. With her left hand, she reached up to fondle my balls 
as she sucked me to completion. The look on her face as I shot my 
load down her throat was one of pure ecstasy.

After she swallowed, she opened her eyes and winked at me, her 
lips still wrapped tightly around my shaft. I smiled in return 
and took a deep breath as she gently nursed on my shrinking cock.

Finally, she let my limp member slip from her red, saliva-slick 
lips.

"What would you like for breakfast?" she asked, smiling at me and 
standing up smoothly.

-----

We worked all morning on organizing the boxes on the back wall of 
the garage. There were a lot more boxes than on the side wall, 
but as it turned out, they were far better organized. It seemed 
like they were things that Susan's father had packed away 
himself.

For most of the boxes, Susan only had to open them, quickly look 
through them to get a rough inventory, and then re-tape them. In 
that fashion, we worked through more than half the boxes before 
lunch.

We were about to break to get something to eat when Susan looked 
at me thoughtfully.

"You know," she said, pausing to gather her thoughts, "Dwight and 
Karen are supposed to be here later today. If we go to the 
hardware store today, we can go ahead and get the panels for the 
patio roof."

I nodded.

"Why didn't I think of this yesterday?" she asked rhetorically.

"'Cause you had something else on your mind?" I asked. She looked 
up at me sharply, and when she saw the grin on my face, she 
realized that I was teasing her and grinned in reply.

"Touche!" she said. "But that's neither here nor there. Do you 
think you can go to the hardware store with me this afternoon?"

"Sure."

"One thing though...," she said. "This trip won't be like 
yesterday. I'm still a little sore."

"Sore?"

She blinked at me then smiled, pointing at her crotch.

I finally Got It. And I was immediately concerned, "Are you 
okay?"

"I'm fine, Paul. Just still a little sore, that's all."

"I didn't hurt you?!" I asked, panic tingeing my voice.

She smiled reassuringly, "Yes and no." Seeing my face, she 
hurriedly continued, "You gave me a good workout yesterday." My 
face must've clearly registered my panic and shock. "It's okay, 
Paul. I enjoyed it. Very much, as a matter of fact. But I need a 
little time to recover."

"Oh," I said, my relief evident in my expression.

"Okay then. Let's shower and get some lunch, then we'll head 
out," she said.

With that, we headed inside.

-----

Even though we showered together, it was a chaste shower. Well, 
as chaste as a horny 15-year-old in a shower with a beautiful, 
naked woman can be. I borrowed one of her sons' deodorant again 
as she went off to get dressed and dry her hair.

Susan fixed sandwiches and we ate lunch in relative silence.

"Why don't you go find your Mom and make sure it's okay for you 
to go," she said, clearing our dishes. "Then you can meet me back 
here. Okay?"

"Sure," I said and headed out the door.

The first place I went was the lake. I didn't see Mom, but Erin 
was laying on one of our loungers reading a book.

"Have you seen Mom?"

"Blond woman, about 5'4", good bone structure that she has 
undoubtedly passed on to her only daughter?"

"Yeah, Erin. Where is she?" I asked, exasperation sharpening my 
tone.

"She said she was going to the cabin to take a nap," Erin 
replied, sensing that I was in no mood for her games.

"Thanks, Erin, I really appreciate it," I said sincerely.

Looking up from her book and realizing that I was sincerely 
thanking her, she looked shocked. "Uh... you're welcome," she said.

By then, however, I was already headed up the hill.

-----

As I reached the cabin, I made an effort to be quiet. The cabin 
door was shut, so I figured she was indeed asleep. I gently 
opened screen door, then turned the knob on the cabin door as 
slowly as I could. I eased the door open and saw her laying on 
the bed with the sheet covering her legs and hips. As I quietly 
stepped into the cabin and my eyes adjusted, I could see that her 
right hand was between her legs, rubbing in tight circles. Her 
left hand was kneading her bare left breast.

I was stuck. I quickly realized that I was too far in to easily 
back out. I turned on my heel and was trying to sneak back out 
when the screen door betrayed me by squeaking.

I heard Mom sit up quickly. I had already gotten turned around 
and headed back out, so I couldn't see the look on her face.

"It's okay, Paul. You can come in," she said, slightly 
breathless.

I froze.

"You don't need to be embarrassed, honey."

"I'm not," I said, facing away from her. It wasn't entirely 
untrue. But Mom didn't know why I was really embarrassed.

"C'mon back in, honey."

I shook my head. The problem wasn't that I'd seen her 
masturbating, as she thought. The problem was the reaction it had 
provoked in me. I had a raging hard-on, and the more I tried not 
to think about it, and the sight I'd just seen, the worse it got. 
Treacherous organ! 

"Paul, please turn around, honey, I'm not mad at you," she said, 
almost pleading with me.

I let the screen door close (of course it stayed silent _now_) 
and cupped my hands in front of my erection, for all the good it 
would do. Then I slowly turned towards her. Her eyes dropped to 
my hands, and what they couldn't hide.

"Oh!" she gasped, her hand quickly covering her mouth.

I turned six shades of red.

"I'm so sorry, honey. I didn't mean to...," she said. She paused, 
and then seemed to her gather her courage. "Well, now that 
everything's out in the open, so to speak, there's no need to be 
circumspect about things, now is there?"

She threw off the sheet and swung her legs to the side of the 
bed.

"Come over here and sit down, Paul," she said, patting the bed 
next to her.

With leaden feet, I shuffled towards her, as if to the gallows. I 
sat next to her, flushed with embarrassment, my hands still 
trying vainly to hide my erection.

"You can put your hands down, honey."

I didn't move.

"I've seen an erection before," she said gently.

I reluctantly complied.

"I guess it's too late to have a birds and bees conversation with 
you," she said, smiling ruefully. "Way too late," she said 
softly, as if to herself. "You saw?"

I didn't answer, ashamed of my reaction.

"Paul?"

I nodded jerkily.

"I was masturbating," she said reasonably, gently. "You know 
women masturbate too, right?"

I nodded, still not trusting myself to speak.

"It's natural, Paul, and nothing to be ashamed of."

I shook my head.

"And a young man getting an erection is a natural thing too, and 
nothing to be ashamed of either," she said, nodding at my 
manhood. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her gaze linger 
on my penis. Nervously, she licked her lips.

"Paul, look at me."

I didn't move.

"Look at me, please."

I reluctantly raised my eyes to meet hers.

"It's okay," she said firmly, reassuring me. "You understand that 
there's nothing wrong with either of us?"

I nodded, knowing she wouldn't let me off the hook until I 
agreed.

"Good. I'm glad," she said earnestly. She hugged me, but the 
contact only made me harder. Quickly, she changed the subject. 
"Did you come up to the cabin for a reason?"

"Aunt Susan needs me to go to the hardware store in town to help 
her pick up the fiberglass panels for her patio roof," I blurted 
out in a nervous rush.

"Okay."

"So I came to ask you if it was okay for me to go with her."

"That's fine, honey," she said, obviously relieved as well. 
"You'd better get dressed, she's probably waiting on you."

I nodded and stood up. As I walked over to the dresser, I could 
feel Mom's eyes on me, watching as my erection bobbed in front of 
me.

I put on a pair of underwear, which my erection immediately 
tented out, and grabbed my shorts and t-shirt from the day 
before. I put on clean socks and quickly located my shoes. 
Shoving my feet in and quickly tying them, I bolted out the door, 
looking back only to say goodbye.

-----

When I got to Susan's house, she was waiting for me in the 
courtyard. She was dressed much like yesterday; her hair up in a 
pony tail, a men's long-sleeve shirt with the cuffs rolled up, a 
gauzy skirt, and her strappy sandals.

The drive to town was uneventful. Susan and I talked about 
inconsequential things at first, then we simply enjoyed the drive 
together in silence. I think she quickly sensed that I was 
preoccupied, and she mercifully let me keep my thoughts to 
myself.

I was thinking of Mom.

I was still embarrassed that I'd walked in on her masturbating. I 
was even more embarrassed that I'd gotten an erection.

It was wrong for me to have sexual thoughts about my mother. 
Wasn't it?

I didn't want to have them, yet I did. I wanted to act out my 
fantasies with Mom. But that would be wrong. Wouldn't it?

Intellectually, I knew that it would be wrong. But that didn't 
change the way I felt. And I was ashamed of the way I felt. But 
secretly, deep down inside, I enjoyed fantasizing about having 
sex with Mom.

I knew, however, that any fantasies that I had would stay just 
that, fantasies. Mom would never have sex with me. It would be 
wrong. Wouldn't it?

Although...

If Susan hadn't been the one fondling me in the lake the day 
before, it must've been Mom. I wasn't 100% convinced that Susan 
wasn't pulling my leg, but still...

Mom had been eyeing my erection as I got dressed earlier, of that 
I was sure.

I was so confused. I knew what I wanted, but I also knew that it 
would never become a reality. So I reluctantly pushed my carnal 
thoughts about my mother to the back of my brain and took notice 
of the world outside the car for the first time.

Susan noticed that I was alert again, and turned to me with a 
smile.

"Back from woolgathering?"

I nodded.

"Anything you want to share?"

I shook my head.

"Sure? You can share anything with me," she said earnestly. "You 
know that, don't you? It'd stay just between us."

I nodded. "Maybe later," I said, trying to mollify her.

"Okay," she said. "When you're ready."

I nodded again and she let the subject drop.

-----

At the hardware store, we went back through the rows of nuts, 
bolts, and other hardware to the back patio where the outdoor and 
gardening supplies were located.

Once there, we looked around, trying to find the fiberglass 
panels we needed. When we didn't see them after 10 minutes of 
searching, Susan told me to wait there while she headed to the 
front of the store to find the owner.

I was leaning back against a pallet full of bags of concrete when 
I saw a fast-moving shape out of the corner of my eye. I had no 
time to react before the shape resolved into a person, who then 
tripped over my outstretched feet.

I vaguely saw it was a young woman as she stumbled forward, her 
momentum carrying her faster than her tangled feet could manage. 
She got a hand down to the ground to stabilize herself and almost 
didn't go down. But in the end, inertia overcame her balance and 
she stumbled forward onto her hands and knees.

Fortunately, she was wearing overalls, which had protected her 
knees. I rushed over to help her up, hooking one hand under her 
right arm to lift her.

"I am so sorry," I said as she stood up. I bent over to brush off 
her knees.

"It's okay, no problem. I'm a klutz anyway," she said, dusting 
off her hands.

I finished brushing dirt from her knees and stood up. "It was 
completely my fault," I said, "I shouldn't've had my feet out 
like that."

"No, it was my fault," she said. "I wasn't watching where I was 
going."

She finished wiping off her palms and looked up at me. 
Recognition brightened both our expressions. It was the cashier 
from Winn Dixie.

"It's you," we said simultaneously.

We laughed at the coincidence. I desperately tried to remember 
her name, visualizing her with her nametag on. I drew a blank.

"Do you work here?" she asked. "I've never seen you here before."

"No," I said. "My friend and I are here picking up some panels 
for her patio roof."

"Susan?"

"Oh? You remember her name?"

She gave me one of those "of course, dummy" looks.

"Oh, yeah," I said.

Hope brightened her expression, "She's here?"

Interesting... "Yeah, she's up front finding the owner," I said.

"Mr. McMasters?"

"I guess."

"He's probably not here, but his son'll be up front."

"Oh, okay. I guess she'll find him."

"What is it you need? Maybe I can help you. I'm in here all the 
time anyway."

"Green corrugated fiberglass roof panels?" I asked, somewhat 
doubtfully.

"Hmmm," she frowned in thought. "I can't remember seein' 'em. 
They may have to order 'em from Spartanburg."

"Oh."

About that time, Susan walked around the corner, clearly looking 
for me.

"Oh, hello," she said upon seeing the slim brunette.

When the young woman saw Susan, her eyes lit up, then she quickly 
schooled her expression.

"Stacy, isn't it?" Susan asked.

I mentally kicked myself. Stacy. Of course.

"Mmm hmm," Stacy replied wordlessly, clearly impressed that Susan 
had remember her.

"Susan, and..." she fumbled, looking at me.

"Paul," I helpfully supplied.

"That's right! Paul," she said, nodding in recognition.

Susan turned to me, "The owner's son says they'll have to order 
the panels from Spartanburg."

I smiled as she continued.

"He says it should be a couple of days, that I should call back 
after the Fourth of July." She paused, then looked at me. 
"What're you grinning at?"

My smile widened further. "That's pretty much what Stacy just 
told me would likely happen."

Susan turned to the young woman with a questioning look.

"I'm in here a lot," Stacy said simply.

"I see," said Susan. "What're you here for?"

"Flower pots," Stacy quickly answered.

"Oh?"

"I like flowers," she said sheepishly. "They're cheap and easy. 
Well, easy for me, I guess."

"Indeed they are," Susan said, laughing brightly. "You're not 
working today?"

"Saturday's my day off. I'm lucky, I guess. The manager of the 
store is sweet on me, so he lets me have Saturdays off," she 
said, shaking her head. "I guess he thinks maybe I'll go out with 
him one of these Saturday nights."

"Will you?" Susan asked.

"No, probably not. He's not my type."

"I see."

"I'd better get going," Stacy said, blushing.

"Would you like Paul to help you carry your flower pots to the 
front?"

Stacy turned to look at me, "I guess it's the least he could do."

Susan looked at me quizzically.

"I tripped her and sent her sprawling," I said guiltily.

"Then it is the least you can do," Susan said with a smile.

Stacy picked out two large terra-cotta flower pots, about fifteen 
inches in diameter. I put my arms around them and carried them to 
the front for her, walking behind the two woman as they chatted 
about flowers.

Once there, Stacy dug into the pockets of her overalls and pulled 
out a wad of crumpled dollar bills and a handful of change. She 
paid for her purchases with exact change, scooped her remaining 
money back into her overall pocket, and turned to Susan.

"It was good seeing you again," she said, her eyes sparkling with 
obvious pleasure.

"It was good to see you again too," Susan said graciously.

Stacy opened her mouth to say something else, then looked 
embarrassed and shut it again.

I didn't think anything else about it as she wrapped her arms 
around the large pots, hefted them, and quickly walked out of the 
store.

After Stacy left, Susan finalized her order with the owner's son, 
a man about ten years older than me, and we walked out to the 
station wagon.

-----

As we turned out onto the road in front of the hardware store, 
Susan turned to me with a grin.

"She was cute."

I blushed and nodded.

"And nice," she added.

We'd only driven a little way, however, when we saw a figure in 
overalls walking along the sidewalk, carrying two large 
flowerpots. How many slight brunettes wearing overalls and 
carrying flower pots could there be in one town?

Susan slowed to a stop next to the young woman, who turned at our 
approach.

"Do you need a ride?" Susan asked through the open passenger 
window.

"I'm fine, thanks," Stacy said, "I only live about a mile from 
here."

"That's too far in this heat," Susan said, "especially carrying 
those pots."

Stacy started to protest again, but Susan overrode her. "Get in. 
It's the least we can do."

I could clearly see that she wanted to get in and didn't want to 
at the same time. I wondered what brought on her conflicting 
emotions, but she finally decided to accept the offer of a ride 
and moved towards the car.

I opened my door to get out and go open the tailgate. I took the 
pots from Stacy, set them in the back of the car, and then closed 
the tailgate.

She was walking towards the rear passenger door, when Susan 
called through the open window. "You can ride up front with me. 
Paul can sit in the back."

Stacy sent a questioning glance my direction, and I simply 
nodded. She got into the front seat, I got into the one behind 
her, and we were soon on our way. She directed Susan to her 
house, which was in a well-kept trailer park; she lived in the 
smallest trailer at the back of the park.

We drove around the trailer and parked near the front door. There 
were a multitude of flower pots along the front of the trailer, 
containing all sorts of plants and flowers. She was evidently 
serious about her gardening. In addition, there was a Chevy Nova 
parked by the far end of the trailer.

I wondered why she'd been walking home from the hardware store, 
but before I had a chance to ask her, Susan stopped the car and 
got out. Stacy and I followed suit, and I went to the back of the 
station wagon to get the heavy pots.

"Where would you like them?" I asked.

"Just put them anywhere by the other large pots," she said, 
pointing.

I set the pots down and stood up, wiping my hands on my shorts.

"I really appreciate the ride," Stacy said to Susan.

"You're welcome. It was the least we could do."

"Can I offer you something cold to drink, to say thanks?"

I started to demure, but Susan cut in before I could open my 
mouth, "Yes, thank you. That would be nice."

Stacy quickly extracted a set of keys from an overall pocket and 
unlocked the door into the small trailer.

There was a small air conditioner at the end of the trailer, but 
it was turned off and the windows were all open. There was enough 
of a breeze that the place wasn't sweltering, however. As my eyes 
adjusted to the dimness inside of the trailer, I saw that it was 
very neat and tidy. Inside, Stacy invited us to have a seat at 
the small kitchen table while she went to the refrigerator.

"I have iced tea and water," she said over her shoulder.

"Tea for me, please," Susan said.

"I'd just like some ice water, please," I said. Okay, so I'm a 
Southerner who doesn't like iced tea.

She got out three glasses and filled them with ice, pouring tea 
into two and filling the third with tap water. She came over to 
the table, set our glasses down in front of us, and sat down 
herself.

We each took long drinks, enjoying the chill of the liquid.

"You have a very nice house," Susan said, looking around.

Stacy blushed. "Thank you."

"Is that your car outside?" Susan asked.

"Uh huh," Stacy said, nodding. "It won't start, though, and I 
don't have the money to fix it right now. So I walk most places 
I've gotta go."

"Can I ask a personal question?" Susan asked.

"I guess."

"This seems like a pretty nice place," Susan said, nodding to 
encompass the entire trailer. "Does Winn Dixie pay that well?"

"Ha!" Stacy said. "Not hardly. Money's tight alright, but I keep 
it tight."

Susan raised her eyebrow questioningly and cocked her head to the 
side, inviting the younger woman to continue.

"When Randy ran off, good riddance," she practically spat, "he 
left the car. That was two years ago. Then last year, my daddy 
died."

"I'm sorry," said Susan softly.

"Don't be," Stacy said, her face a mask of scorn. "Daddy was a 
drunk worse than Randy. Only he had an insurance policy on him. I 
don't even think he knew he had it. It was part of his pension 
from the mill. It wasn't much, but it was enough to put a down 
payment on this place."

"Really?" Susan asked, impressed.

"Well, no, not really," Stacy said, somewhat sheepishly. "But Mr. 
and Mrs. Johnson, they own the trailer park, they kinda watch out 
for me and they're letting me buy this trailer from them, one 
month at a time, instead of me having to go to the bank."

"That's very kind of them."

"Yeah, it is," she said solemnly. "They're better to me than my 
parents ever were. And they keep an eye on me: make sure I'm 
okay, that I've got enough to eat, and stuff like that."

"Ah."

"So I don't spend any money I don't have to. In the summers, I 
work at the Winn Dixie, to help save up for the fall."

"What happens in the fall?" Susan asked.

"I'm starting my second semester at the Junior College," Stacy 
said determinedly. "I've got enough saved up to pay for two more 
years. Then, if I can afford it, I'm going to transfer to USC, in 
Columbia, and get a degree in marketing."

"Mmm hmm," Susan said.

"So I eat cheap, I live cheap, about the only hobby I have is my 
flowers, and they're cheap too. I save everything for tuition and 
books. I've only got so much money, and I have to make it last as 
long as I can. I know I'll find a way to make it to USC. Now that 
I'm free of that bastard Randy," she made a face of disgust, "and 
now that Daddy did more for me by dyin' than he ever did by 
livin', I'm gonna make something of myself."

The look on her face was one of fierce pride and determination, 
and I could see that Susan was clearly impressed.

"Good luck, then," Susan said. "Although I don't think luck'll 
have had anything to do with it in the end."

"Not if I can help it," Stacy said firmly, "I make my own luck 
now."

"Good for you!" Susan said enthusiastically.

After her impassioned explanation, Stacy took a long sip of her 
tea.

"So right now, I don't have the spare money to get the car fixed. 
But I'll have to get it fixed before school starts. I'll find a 
way," she said, steel in her voice.

"I know you will," Susan said.

We all sat quietly for a moment, enjoying the cool drinks.

"One down side of saving money by not running the air 
conditioning, however, is that I bet it gets a little warm in 
here," Susan said.

"I'm real sorry about that," Stacy said. "It just costs a fortune 
in electricity. And I don't have company that often."

"Oh, no, it's no problem," Susan hurriedly assured her. "I was 
just going to get a bit more comfortable, if you don't mind."

"No, I'm so sorry, go ahead and get comfortable," Stacy said.

With that, Susan began unbuttoning her shirt. I watched in silent 
amusement and Stacy watched with rapt attention.

Seemingly absorbed in what she was doing, Susan unbuttoned her 
shirt all the way, pulling the tails free of the waistband of her 
skirt. Stacy could clearly see that Susan wasn't wearing a bra as 
the inside curves of Susan's breasts peeked out. When Susan had 
the shirt untucked and unbuttoned, she fluffed it against her 
skin, creating a cool breeze.

 From where I was sitting, I was getting tantalizing glimpses of 
Susan's nipples. I knew Stacy probably could see at least that 
much, if not more. She unconsciously licked her lips as Susan 
grasped the front tails of the shirt and loosely knotted them 
just under her breasts.

Her midriff and belly button were exposed, along with a healthy 
portion of her chest.

Stacy jerked her eyes away with an effort as Susan raised her 
head to look at her hostess.

"Would you like some more tea?" Stacy asked, her voice tight with 
emotion.

"Yes, please. That would be nice," Susan replied, her face a mask 
of innocence.

Stacy hastily stood up and reached for Susan's tea glass. In her 
flustered state, she knocked it over. Ice cubes and the remaining 
tea spilled across the table, directly into Susan's lap. Susan 
sat up in shock at the deluge.

"Oh my God," Stacy uttered in disbelief. "I am such a klutz!"

"It's okay," Susan reassured her, once she'd gotten over the 
shock of the cold.

Stacy set her own glass down on the table and rushed around the 
kitchen counter to get a dishtowel. Susan began picking pieces of 
ice out of her lap and dropping them back in the now-righted 
glass. Stacy hurried back and began dabbing at Susan's soaked 
skirt.

When she finished, Susan stood up carefully, making sure she 
hadn't missed any ice. The entire front of her skirt was a darker 
shade where the tea had splashed.

"Can I use your bathroom?" Susan asked.

"Sure, it's the door on the right, down the hall," Stacy said. "I 
am so sorry."

"It's not a problem, Stacy," Susan reassured her calmly.

Stacy finished cleaning up the spilled tea as Susan walked back 
towards the bathroom. I saw the light from the bathroom on the 
opposite wall of the hallway, and knew that Susan hadn't shut the 
door. I smirked quietly to myself, shaking my head in wonder at 
Susan and her antics.

"Stacy?" Susan called from the bathroom.

Stacy rushed around the corner from the kitchen, and then I saw 
her draw up in shock. I knew what she must've just encountered. 
Susan was probably standing in the bathroom in only her shirt and 
sandals.

"If you've got some Woolite, I can wash these out in the sink and 
they'll be just fine," I heard Susan say from the bathroom.

Stacy quickly recovered from her shock and bent down. I heard the 
door under the vanity close and saw her rise with a small bottle 
in her hand. I listened as Susan washed her tea-stained skirt, 
and probably her panties, in the bathroom sink.

"I can hang those outside on the line to dry, if you'd like," 
Stacy said, still in the hallway.

"Thank you. That would be kind of you."

"Well, it's the least I can do, since I did spill your tea all 
over you," Stacy said, her self-condemnation evident.

"Don't worry about it, Stacy; I'm fine, my skirt's fine, and my 
panties are fine."

Stacy then came walking back up the hallway with Susan's wet 
skirt and panties. When she went outside to hang them on the 
line, Susan stepped out of the bathroom.

I shot her a "what are you doing?" look. She simply smiled at me 
and winked conspiratorially.

When Stacy came back inside, she was clearly flustered. When she 
saw Susan standing in the hallway, nude from the waist down, her 
fluster only increased.

"Do you have something that I can put on until my skirt dries?" 
Susan asked innocently.

"Ummm."

"I know you're much slimmer than I am, but perhaps a robe," Susan 
suggested, trailing off.

Stacy snapped her fingers and began walking down the hallway. 
Susan stepped back into the bathroom to let the younger woman 
past, and then followed her into the back of the trailer, to the 
sole bedroom.

In a moment, Susan emerged from the bedroom carrying her button 
shirt and wearing a thin silk robe that almost fit her. The robe 
barely covered her body, and as she walked towards me, the slit 
in the front opened to reveal her shaved pussy with each step. 
Her nipples were covered, barely, but the entire center of her 
chest was bared. Even more revealing, the silk was so thin that 
Susan's nipples were clearly outlined by the fine fabric.

She sat down at the table again and demurely crossed her legs. As 
she did so, however, the robe parted and fell to the side, 
revealing her thigh clear up to her hips. I was getting hard just 
looking at her; I could only imagine what poor Stacy was feeling.

Looking at Stacy, I could see that her emotions were awhirl. 
Fear, then attraction, and then shame warred with each other in 
her expression.

Finally, Stacy picked up Susan's tea glass, with the melting 
remains of the ice, and returned to the kitchen. She dumped the 
ice in the sink, rinsed out the glass, and went to the freezer.

When she returned with the refilled glass, I could see that her 
hand was shaking as she placed the tea in front of Susan. She 
covertly glanced at Susan's nipples, outlined by the thin fabric 
of the robe, and then sat down.

"I am so sorry...," Stacy began again.

"It's not a problem," Susan said reasonably, her tone 
forestalling any further apologies. "That's the last I'll hear of 
it," she said to Stacy, smiling to reassure the younger woman.

Stacy took a long sip of her own tea, her hand still shaking. 
When she swallowed, she took a deep breath and visibly calmed 
herself.

"There," Susan said, "that's better."

Stacy looked up and smiled shyly. Susan returned her smile and 
Stacy seemed to relax.

We made small talk for a little while. Stacy was clearly still 
nervous and upset. Susan talked about flowers, and Stacy seemed 
to relax even more. I simply listened, enjoying watching Susan 
subtly reassure Stacy, while at the same time tantalizing the 
younger woman with glimpses of her body. I understood why Stacy 
was squirming in her seat. By this time, from watching Susan's 
seemingly-innocent antics, my penis was rock hard.

Finally, Stacy had had too much, and blurted out, "How do you do 
it?!"

"Do what?" Susan asked, the picture of innocence.

"Sit there and... do that? And yesterday..."

"Do you mind?" Susan asked gently.

Stacy swallowed hard and shook her head slightly.

"Do you enjoy looking?" Susan pressed.

The young woman swallowed hard again, and jerked her head in a 
nod.

"I enjoy people looking at me."

"But how do you do it?"

"It's easy," Susan said glibly.

"I don't think I could ever..."

"I think you could," Susan said. "With a little practice."

Stacy licked her lips, looking into Susan's eyes.

"And a little encouragement," Susan said slyly.

"You think so?" Stacy asked, her expression of doubt slowly 
transforming into one of excitement.

Susan nodded.

"Would you like to try?" Susan asked.

"Outside?!" Stacy asked, her shock returning.

"No," Susan quickly reassured her. "Here, in your home, in front 
of Paul."

Stacy seemed to notice me for the first time in a long time, and 
panic returned to her eyes.

"And me," Susan said gently, persuasively.

Stacy wrenched her eyes back to look at Susan and shyly, 
hesitantly nodded her head.

Susan stood gracefully and extended her hand to the younger 
woman. When Stacy took it, Susan began pulling her towards the 
bedroom.

"Why don't you make yourself comfortable on the couch, Paul," 
Susan said over her shoulder as she led the young woman down the 
hallway.

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