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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
Part: Chapter 16
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
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Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The next day was as normal as possible. My dad was supposed to be 
home sometime that day, but we didn't know when, so Mom wouldn't 
let me go hiking again. I was dejected, but I also hadn't seen my 
dad in almost 3 weeks.

After breakfast, Gina came by and we walked down to the lake 
together. Mom had a sly look on her face as we walked out of the 
clubhouse together, but she didn't say anything to me.

We got to the lake before most other people, and except for 
Kendall Payton, we pretty much had the place to ourselves. 
Kendall was laying on a lounge chair, reading a book. I didn't so 
much as glance in her direction; I was pleased that I hadn't, 
Gina seemed to be watching to make sure.

I chuckled quietly to myself as we reached the shore of the lake. 
The raft had drifted over to the edge, and we simply stepped onto 
it. With a shove, I sent us drifting out into the center of the 
lake.

Gina sat down, folding her legs underneath her and I quickly 
followed suit, sitting cross-legged.

"Did you...?" she tentatively asked.

"Did I what?" I asked, knowing full well what she was talking 
about.

"You know."

I shook my head and my brow creased in a frown. "Did I what?"

"You know," she said, even more insistently.

I decided to let her off the hook. "You mean, 'did I get in the 
shower last night and think about you?'"

She nodded quickly.

"And while I was thinking about you, did I..."

She leaned forward.

"Did I..."

She rolled her eyes at me.

I grinned. "Did I wash my hair?"

"You know what I mean," she said in a near-frantic whisper.

"Yeah, I washed my hair," I said. She looked like she wanted to 
throttle me. "I washed my hair right after I jerked off. Twice," 
I said, looking her in the eye. "I was thinking about this very 
beautiful girl who I know."

"Twice?" she asked, her eyes going wide.

I nodded.

"Wow," she said quietly.

"Did you?"

She blushed and lowered her eyes. Then she bit the inside of her 
lip and grinned at me, giving me a slight nod.

"And what were you thinking about?" I asked her, enjoying her 
anxiety.

She rolled her eyes at me again, then pointedly looked at my 
penis.

"I'm sorry," I said, still teasing her, "I didn't hear that. What 
were you thinking about?"

"You are impossible," she said, half in frustration, half in 
amusement.

"I know," I said. "I'm inspired."

Right then, Manfred and Jenny called to us from the edge of the 
lake.

They swam out to the raft and Gina and I slipped into the water 
to talk to them.

"You have fun yesterday?" Manfred asked, grinning.

"Yeah," Gina and I said at the same time. We grinned at each 
other.

"You all have fun?" I asked Manfred. He quickly nodded, and Jenny 
blushed.

"We were thinking of maybe going again, just the four of us," 
Manfred said. "Maybe Saturday?"

"Sure," Gina and I said, again at the same time.

Manfred only rolled his eyes at us. "My family is leaving next 
Sunday, and so is Jenny's, so we wanted to have a nice picnic 
before we had to go home for the summer."

"Sounds cool to me," I said. "You wanna go to the quarry?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Okay," I said. "But this time," I continued with a sly glance at 
Gina, "we want to go explore the top of the falls."

"Sure thing, little man," Manfred said. "You got it." Then, to 
all of us, "Saturday, right after breakfast. And kinda keep it 
quiet, I thought it'd be cool if it was just the four of us."

We all nodded.

Shortly after that, the twins came down the hill and jumped into 
the lake. They swam over to us, and we soon had a game of Marco 
Polo going. Erin and her friends came down and joined us as well. 
Drew Payton, instinctively sensing the presence of 13-year-old 
girls in the lake, quickly joined us, and we soon had a great 
game going.

-----

Dad got home about three that afternoon. I was coming up to the 
cabin to drop off my towel and saw his car pull in. Mom had been 
waiting at the cabin, reading on the front porch, and she and I 
both went around behind the cabin to meet him.

When he got out of the car, he looked very tired. He smiled as 
soon as he saw us, however, and Mom ran to him. Dad opened his 
arms and hugged her as she pressed herself against him.

When Dad looked up from kissing her, he pulled me to him, hugging 
me and Mom at the same time. When he let us both go, I quickly 
opened the back door of the station wagon and pulled out his 
suitcase and Jepps bag. I shut the door and lugged the heavy 
cases around to the front of the cabin.

Mom and Dad came around the corner a minute later, arm in arm, 
and Dad smiled tiredly at me.

"Did you take care of your Mom and sister while I was gone?" he 
asked.

I blushed and nodded. He seemed satisfied with my answer, 
although he didn't know the half of it!

Inside, he collapsed unceremoniously onto the couch, pausing only 
long enough to slip off his shoes.

"I have been up since 10 am, yesterday morning."

Mom sat on the couch next to him and he put his arm around her, 
then he kissed the top of her head. I sat down in one of the easy 
chairs.

"The mechanics got the new engine installed yesterday morning, 
but they had to do all the run-up tests. Then the company had to 
get an different A&P mechanic to sign off on the engine. They 
needed the plane back this morning, however, so we departed San 
Fran at zero dark thirty. I have been going non-stop since last 
night, and I am so tired, I'm surprised I didn't drive into the 
lake," he said with a wan smile.

"You want to take a nap before dinner?" Mom asked.

"I want to take a shower," Dad said, "then a nap."

Mom gave me a quick look and I stood up.

"Glad you're home safe, Dad. I'm gonna go back down to the 
clubhouse."

"Glad to be home, kiddo," he said tiredly, then stood up as well.

I quickly hugged him and headed down the hill. I heard the cabin 
door shut as I was walking down the stairs, and grinned to 
myself.

-----

Instead of going to the lake, I went looking for Susan. What I 
really wanted to do was to talk. I walked past the clubhouse 
without even looking inside, heading for her house. I knocked on 
the kitchen door, and in a minute, she opened it with a smile.

"Hello, stranger," she said brightly. Then she saw the look on my 
face. "Is everything okay?"

"I guess."

"C'mon in. You wanna talk?"

I nodded and she stepped aside to let me enter the kitchen.

"You want something to drink?"

"No thanks."

"I was just getting the last of my paperwork ready for tomorrow, 
but it'll keep," she said, walking into the living room.

She sat down on the couch and I sat next to her. As soon as I was 
seated, she turned to face me, throwing her arm over the back of 
the couch and tucking her legs under her.

"Dad's home," I said without preamble.

"You don't sound like you're happy."

"I am... It's just that..."

"Now that he's home, things with your Mom'll go back to the way 
they were before he left."

"Yeah," I said.

"Does that bother you?"

"I guess. I mean, it does and it doesn't. I guess I hadn't really 
thought about it until now."

"You knew he'd be back," she said gently.

"Yeah, I guess. I'm glad he's back safe. But now that he is, I 
guess I don't know how I feel."

"I think I understand."

"You do?" I asked, looking up at her.

She nodded. "Things will go back to 'normal' with you and your 
mom. And you may know that's for the best, at least for your mom, 
but it's not what you want."

I nodded. "It gets worse."

"Oh?"

I nodded again. "I don't know how I feel about anything anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"There's this girl, in camp, that I kinda like," I said 
tentatively.

"Mmm hmm."

"Well, I really like her, a lot."

"Gina?"

When I spun my head and looked at her in shock, she laughed. 
Laughed! At my pained expression, she put her hand in front of 
her mouth and managed to stifle her laughter, but her eyes were 
still smiling at me.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked in a strangled voice.

"No," she said, gently shaking her head. "I just know you well 
enough by now."

"Yeah, well, Mom knew too," I said sullenly.

"I'm not surprised," Susan said. "Your mom knows you better than 
I do. And you have to remember, we were both teenaged girls once 
too."

"I guess."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at you. I'm sorry I 
interrupted."

With a rueful expression, I continued. "Well, Gina and I went 
hiking yesterday, with Manfred and Jenny, and we kinda..."

"Yes?"

"Well, we kinda fooled around."

I told her the entire story. Once again, Susan just let me tell 
it, never interrupting me.

"So I really like her, but now... I'm kinda confused," I said.

"About what?" Susan asked.

"You. Mom. Stacy. Gina," I said. "Well, maybe not you. And maybe 
not Mom. But Stacy and Gina for sure."

"Stacy?"

"Yeah," I said. "I mean, I really like having sex with her, I 
can't wait for tomorrow, but I also can't wait until Gina and I 
can go hiking again. Isn't there something wrong with that?"

"Maybe, maybe not," Susan said cryptically.

"Huh?"

"I don't think Stacy thinks of you as boyfriend material."

"Boyfriend material?" I asked, confused.

She nodded. "Boyfriend material. I get the feeling that Stacy 
really likes you, but not like a boyfriend. More like a guy 
friend who's safe." 

"Safe?" I was beginning to feel like the rest of the afternoon 
would be me repeating Susan's last words back to her.

"Safe," Susan said gently. "She can have sex with you, you won't 
beat her, you won't move in with her, you won't screw her over."

"You don't think she'd be upset about Gina?" I asked 
incredulously.

"I don't think so. But let me ask you this."

I nodded.

"Do you respect Stacy?"

I thought about it for a second, then nodded.

"Then ask her."

"Huh?" I asked, shocked.

"Ask her how she feels."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that," she said with aplomb.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded assuredly.

"Then what about Gina?" I asked.

"What about Gina?"

"I think I may be 'boyfriend material' to her."

"Is she girlfriend material to you?" Susan asked.

I quickly nodded.

"Is Stacy?" she asked pointedly.

I had to think about that. I slowly shook my head.

"Then my advice is," Susan said, "if you and Gina get serious, 
then you'll have to decide what you want to do. Then the two of 
you can decide what kind of relationship you want to have."

I raised my eyebrows at her, confused.

"If you two want to have an open relationship."

"Huh?"

"If you two want to have a relationship where you can enjoy other 
partners, together or separately."

"Huh?" Sometimes, I felt so clueless.

"Maybe Gina would want another girl to join you, or you want to 
watch her with another guy."

I quickly shook my head at that. The guy part, at least.

"No matter, there are lots of different ways it can work, but you 
two will need to decide how you want your relationship to work."

"How we want our relationship to work? I don't even think I know 
what the options are," I said, even more confused than before.

"I understand. When the time is right, you can ask me. Until 
then, enjoy yourself with Stacy. Enjoy yourself with Gina." Then 
she got a wicked twinkle in her eye. "And you can enjoy yourself 
with me. If you want," she said slyly.

I blushed and smiled. I was still a little confused about how 
things could work out with Stacy, or with Gina. But as Susan 
lowered her head to my lap, I banished those thoughts completely.

When Susan took me in her mouth, I instantly became erect. She 
immediately tried to swallow me whole. I put my hand on the back 
of her head as she bobbed up and down and leaned my own head 
against the back of the couch. It wasn't long before I filled her 
mouth with my come.

As she nursed my slowly deflating cock, my thoughts once again 
turned to Stacy. And to Gina. I decided that I would ask Stacy 
about how she felt about me, I just had to figure out how I was 
going to do it. And Gina... Thinking about Gina made my cock swell 
again.

Susan's appreciative moan brought me back to my current 
circumstances, and I once again banished thoughts of Stacy and 
Gina as Susan slid to the floor. She never let my erection out of 
her mouth as she moved between my legs and pulled my hips towards 
her.

Then she did swallow me whole. Feeling the back of her throat 
contract around my cock, I groaned involuntarily and put both 
hands on the back of her head, holding her down.

"Oh God!" she said, pulling back and taking a deep breath. "What 
made you so hard again?"

She didn't wait for my answer, however. She took me into the back 
of her throat again and I could only grunt in reply. She swirled 
her tongue around the bottom of my shaft and slowly withdrew. I 
knew since I had come so recently that I wouldn't come again 
soon, but Susan didn't seem to mind. She began bobbing her head 
on my erection, playing with my balls with her right hand.

After several minutes of her delicious mouth and tongue, however, 
I felt my orgasm approaching.

"You want me to come in the back of your throat?" I asked, my 
voice husky with desire.

Lips still locked around my shaft, Susan only nodded and took me 
as deep as she could. She bobbed her head a few more times, and 
then with both hands, I impaled her on my cock, thrusting my hips 
up to drive myself even deeper into her throat.

With a rush, I came.

When my orgasm had subsided, Susan pulled back and took a deep 
breath, panting from the exertion. She looked up at me with a 
dreamy smile and wiped the corners of her mouth. Then she took my 
deflating penis in her mouth again and nursed me as I slowly 
shrank.

-----

The next day, I saw Gina at breakfast and told her that I had to 
go to town for the day to help Susan. I could see that Gina was 
disappointed, but she said she was planning on having a quiet day 
anyway, and that she'd see me when I got back. I felt guilty for 
not telling her the truth.

I was at Susan's house shortly after breakfast. The night before, 
I had told my mom that I needed to help Susan with the supplies 
for the camp, and that while Susan was in her meeting, I'd go to 
a movie. Mom had been skeptical at first, but Susan had assured 
her, and Mom had agreed to let me go.

When I got to her house, Susan had just gotten out of the shower. 
She opened the door with a towel around her head and quickly 
motioned me into the cool of the kitchen. I followed her back to 
her bedroom and sat on the bed, watching her dress.

She put on a matching bra and panty set, white and silky smooth, 
and then took an outfit out of the closet. She put on a thin, 
cream-colored skirt and a cobalt blue blouse, then a matching 
cream blazer. Her normal strappy sandals were replaced by cream-
colored pumps and she had a matching handbag. A pearl necklace 
and earrings rounded out her outfit.

She looked fantastic.

I was grinning the entire time she was dressing.

Finally, she looked up at me and quirked an eyebrow. "What're you 
grinning at?" she asked.

I blushed. "I've just never seen you get dressed up."

She looked down at herself. "Oh, Paul. This isn't dressed up, 
this is a business suit," she said. "You should see me when I 
really dress up."

"I think you look great."

"Thank you," she said graciously.

She stepped into the bathroom to put the finishing touches on her 
minimal make-up, and then stepped out into the bedroom, smoothing 
her skirt.

"Ready to go?" she asked.

I nodded and stood up.

Susan had me load a cardboard file box into the back of the 
station wagon, and we headed out.

-----

The drive into town was uneventful. Susan and I chatted about 
mundane things, and I found out that her meeting was with her 
accountant. With the trusts from her father, for her and her 
sons, she had a full-time accountant to handle all the details. 
Judging by the weight of the file box, there were quite a few 
details.

Before we went to Stacy's, we stopped by the bank. Susan came 
back to the car and handed me an envelope. I opened it and there 
were six more crisp $20 bills.

I looked up at her in shock.

"I know it's more than we agreed on," she said upon seeing the 
expression on my face. "But that's payment for helping today, and 
a little extra money. Call it my contribution to your college 
fund," she said with a grin.

"Thanks!"

I was now rich. Well... _I_ thought I was rich. I still had the 
$120 from the first week, tucked safely in my dresser drawer in 
the cabin. With almost $250, I could get about anything I wanted. 
I didn't know what I wanted to buy, but I decided that I had to 
buy something. Record albums, sunglasses, clothes, anything I 
wanted!

Susan smiled at me as we drove out of the bank parking lot, and I 
blushed.

In a few minutes, we arrived at Stacy's trailer, and Susan parked 
by the front door. We knocked on the door and Stacy quickly 
answered it, inviting us in.

Stacy was dressed in a light sun dress, her curly brown hair 
pulled back with barrettes. She looked nervous.

"Susan, I know I said we'd be going to a movie, but I've been 
thinking about it...," Stacy said, shifting from foot to foot.

"Mmm hmm."

"And would it be okay if Paul maybe just stayed here. I got to 
thinking about it, and I just really didn't want to go to a 
movie," she said.

"You mean you wanted to stay here and fool around," Susan said, 
grinning.

Stacy blushed and hesitantly nodded. Susan's grin only got wider 
at Stacy's obvious discomfort. Stacy shifted her weight and then 
looked plaintively at Susan.

"Well," Susan said seriously, "I guess that's really up to Paul." 
Then she turned to me. "What do you think, Paul? Did you really 
want to see a movie?"

I blushed furiously myself. How could Susan be so blase about 
some things? Feeling her scrutiny, I blushed even darker and 
quickly shook my head.

"I don't know," Susan said, her expression serious.

Stacy and I both looked at her plaintively. Then she broke into a 
wide grin.

"If it's okay with Paul," she said, "then it's okay with me too."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Stacy said.

Susan turned serious again. "My meeting is at 1:30, and it should 
last at least two, maybe even three hours. I'll call if it goes 
longer. Okay?"

Stacy and I both nodded. Susan kissed me on the cheek then smiled 
again.

"You kids have fun," she said. And then she turned and opened the 
door to leave. With a wave, she was gone.

"Cool!" Stacy said, as soon as the door was shut.

With no more preamble than that, she dropped to her knees in 
front of me. She tugged at the waistband of my shorts, and pulled 
them and my underwear down past my butt.

As soon as my cock sprang free, Stacy lunged for it. She wrapped 
her lips around the head and closed her eyes, breathing deeply 
through her nose. Then she opened her lips and took half my 
length in her mouth.

Withdrawing, she exhaled sharply and smiled up at me.

"Mmm, I have wanted to do that all week," she said. "I hope you 
don't mind not going to a movie," she said and then kissed the 
tip of my penis.

I quickly shook my head and she smiled again. Stacy began running 
her tongue up and down my shaft, kissing first my left and then 
my right testicle. With her left hand, she slowly stroked my 
erection as she laved her tongue over my balls.

Then she looked up at me with a mischievous expression.

"I want a facial," she said suddenly, giving my cock two good 
jerks.

A facial? Like a mudpack? I had no idea what she was talking 
about.

She looked up at me, past my cock. Seeing the look of confusion 
on my face, she giggled.

"You don't know what a facial is?"

I shook my head. She licked the tip of my penis and grinned 
wickedly.

"Then I guess I'll just have to show you," she said, and wrapped 
her lips around my shaft again.

She wrapped her left hand around the base of my cock and began 
sucking in earnest. She could only take about half of me into her 
mouth, but she sucked and stroked at the same time, creating an 
incredible amount of friction.

The sight alone, of her worshiping my cock, was almost enough to 
make me come.

"Tell me when you're gonna come," she said, continuously stroking 
me.

I nodded jerkily and she took me in her mouth again. I had no 
idea what she wanted to do, but I resolved to tell her before I 
came. I knew she didn't like the taste of semen, but my thoughts 
trailed off as she renewed her oral assault.

Stacy bobbed her head back and forth, squeezing and stroking the 
base of my cock with her hand, and soon, I felt my orgasm welling 
up.

"Oh, God, Stacy. I'm gonna come," I said, groaning.

Stacy quickly took my dick out of her mouth and redoubled her 
stroking. She closed her eyes, and then her lips, and aimed my 
erection at her face.

I watched in fascination as she stroked me to orgasm. When I 
came, the first thick jet of sperm hit her in the cheek and 
splashed over her closed eye. She jerked as if slapped and moaned 
deep in her throat. The next spurt cascaded over her nose, 
forehead, and into her curly hair, making a long white trail 
across her face. She directed spurt after spurt onto her face, 
over her lips, covering her cheeks.

I was mesmerized as I watched her paint her face with my semen. 
When the flow finally dwindled to a few slow gushes, she rubbed 
her cheeks and lips with the head of my still-erect member, 
spreading my glistening semen across her face. Then, her eyes 
still closed, she smiled up at me, close-lipped.

"Mmmmm," she moaned wordlessly, her face dreamy.

I stared down at her while she continued to rub her face with my 
slowly-shrinking cock.

She released me and then sat back. "Would you get me a towel from 
the kitchen?"

I nodded quickly, then kicked myself. Her eyes were still closed. 
She couldn't see me nod! "Hold on a sec," I said quickly.

She released my manhood and I shucked my shorts and underwear 
off. I tossed them aside and retrieved a dishtowel from the 
kitchen.

When I returned to where Stacy was kneeling, she reached out, and 
I placed the towel in her hand. She wiped my semen from her face, 
making sure to get her eyelids clean. Then, she lowered the towel 
and opened her eyes. She smiled up at me and sighed contentedly.

"That," she said with a grin, "was a facial."

"Oh. I think I like that."

"I'll bet!"

With that, she stood up and took my hand. She kicked her sandals 
off and led me towards the bedroom. Once there, I kicked off my 
shoes and socks, and then stripped my shirt over my head. Stacy 
was grinning at me and I suddenly wanted her naked. I wanted to 
run my hands over her smooth skin. I wanted to feel the heat of 
her body next to mine.

I pulled her toward me and cupped her ass cheeks with my hands. 
She giggled as I lifted the hem of her sundress. Before I could 
pull it over her head, she was kissing me. I returned her kiss 
and felt her tongue dart into my mouth. I pulled her tight 
against me, feeling my flagging penis stir.

She broke the kiss and I quickly lifted her dress over her head. 
Her French-cut white panties were all that covered her, and her 
nipples were already puffy with her arousal. I hooked my thumbs 
in the waistband of her panties and she put her hands on my 
wrists.

"Not yet," she said, shaking her head.

I shrugged and pushed her back against the bed. She sat down and 
immediately began to scoot towards the head of the bed. I crawled 
after her and she spread her legs to accommodate my advance.

I planted a kiss on her tummy, right above her panties and then 
kissed my way up her trim stomach. When I came to her breasts, I 
ran my tongue around the skin surrounding her nipples. She sucked 
in her breath as I pulled one of them into my mouth and flicked 
my tongue against it.

My penis was now fully erect, and bumping against her panty-
covered crotch, and she moaned beneath me. I switched breasts and 
pulled the other nipple into my mouth, coating it with saliva and 
flicking it with my tongue. She put her hands on my head and held 
me in place. I happily obliged her, and concentrated on her 
nipples.

Then, slowly, I raised my kisses, moving up her slender neck, 
kissing the side of her jaw, then right under her earlobe. She 
bucked against me, breathing heavily, and the fabric of her 
panties rubbed against my erection. I ground my hips into her, 
rubbing her pussy with my erect shaft, and she groaned.

I pulled my head back and looked down at her. Her eyes were half-
closed with arousal and she was breathing heavily through her 
nose. Her face and neck were flushed with her excitement as I 
leaned in to kiss her lips.

She returned my kiss with rising ardor, pulling me against her 
and darting her tongue in and out of my mouth. I began rocking my 
hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy with my manhood and she 
was soon whimpering against me.

I felt her reach down and hook her fingers in the waistband of 
her panties and I stopped rubbing against her for a moment. 
Before she could raise her hips and remove her panties, I put my 
hands on her wrists.

"Not yet," I said to her wickedly. She moaned and thrashed her 
head side to side, but let me pull her hands away from her 
underwear.

I pulled my hips back and slowly pressed forward, bumping the 
head of my dick against her cloth-covered slit. My head pressed 
into her for a moment, eliciting a moan of approval, and then 
slipped up her slit, raking across her clit and mons. I dragged 
my shaft back over her and repeated the motion, causing her to 
moan again, deep in her throat.

I kept this up, teasing her, for several minutes, until she 
couldn't stand it any more.

"Oh, God," she said. "I've got to have you inside me!"

She pushed me back with a hand on my chest and once again hooked 
her thumbs in her panties. She pulled her legs up to her chest 
and slid the white fabric over her ass and up her thighs. She 
extended her legs and pulled the garment all the way off. With a 
toss, they disappeared over the side of the bed. She lowered her 
feet, but kept her knees pulled up to her chest.

"I had a surprise for you," she said, pouting. "And I was going 
to tease you. It wasn't supposed to be the other way around." 
Then she smiled at me. "You wanna know what your surprise is?"

I nodded and returned her smile.

Slowly, she parted her legs. As my eyes traveled down her flat 
stomach to her pussy, I sucked in my breath. She had shaved all 
but a portion of her pubic hair. She had a little "V" of hair at 
the top of her slit, but her labia were smooth. They were already 
puffy and slick with her juices. As she spread her legs further, 
her lips parted to reveal the fleshy folds of her inner labia, 
already dark pink and flushed.

I began to scoot down on the bed, intending to taste her, when 
she stopped me.

She shook her head and pulled me back up. "I want to feel you 
inside me."

I nodded and sat back on my heels between her spread legs. With 
my right hand, I grasped the base of my shaft and rubbed the head 
against her slick labia. I teased her some more, parting her lips 
with my glans, rubbing her juices over her skin. She whimpered 
and bucked against me, trying to impale herself on my penis.

I lifted the head away from her pussy and chided her softly. When 
she quit bucking her hips, I resumed teasing her with my swollen 
member. She began whimpering and rolling her head side to side. I 
pulled back a little bit and inserted just the head into her.

Her pussy was hot and incredibly wet, and I was tempted to bury 
myself in her. But I resisted the urge and slowly withdrew my 
penis, teasing her clit as I pulled out.

"Do you want me to jerk off?" I asked. "I could jerk off, and 
come right here," I said, tapping the small patch of pubic hair 
with my rigid shaft.

Her smooth mons quivered as the head of my cock slapped against 
her and she shook her head, biting her lip and whimpering.

"Are you sure? I could come on your belly like I came on your 
face."

She bucked her hips against me, still trying to snare my penis. I 
once again lifted my shaft until her hips had settled, then I 
slapped her mons again, making sure that I hit the top of her 
slit, right over her clit.

"Please, Paul. Please...," she said, her need, and lust, coloring 
her voice.

"Please what?" I asked, teasing her mercilessly.

Her eyes were closed, her face a mask of desire. "Please fuck 
little Stacy's pussy. Please fuck me," she begged.

"You want me to fuck you?"

She nodded and bit her lip.

I decided to give her a taste, and set the head of my cock 
against her pussy. I slowly slid my length inside her. She was 
hotter and wetter than I remembered, and I easily slid deep 
inside her. Her eyes popped open as I first entered her, then 
slowly closed as I sank into her depths.

"You like that?" I asked.

She only nodded her head, breathing deeply through her nose.

I slowly withdrew my slick cock, letting the head slip free as I 
pulled back. She whimpered and bucked her hips, trying to 
recapture my manhood. I lifted my shaft with my right hand and 
slapped it against her smooth mons again. By now, her labia were 
fully engorged, spread wide and open to me.

With both hands, I pushed her legs back further, spreading her 
open even further. I maneuvered my hips and rubbed the tip of my 
cock over her hooded clit. She moaned again and tried to raise 
her hips, but I held her down with my hands on her inner thighs.

I dragged my shaft back over her clit and set the tip at her 
entrance, then gently eased forward until just the head of my 
cock split her open.

"Please, Paul," she moaned. "Please fuck me. Come inside me. Fuck 
me, fuck me, fuck me!"

I rocked my hips back and forth, never really entering her, 
simply putting pressure on her spread pussy. Finally, I thrust my 
hips forward suddenly and her eyes flew open. She grunted as my 
hips slammed into hers and I seated myself firmly within her 
pussy.

With a barely suppressed groan of my own, I began thrusting into 
her. I kept my pace deliberately slow, and Stacy moaned, rolling 
her head side to side. I didn't want to come too soon, but her 
molten pussy threatened to overwhelm me.

I looked down as I fucked her slowly, enjoying the sight of my 
girth splitting her apart. Her pussy sucked at my cock every time 
I withdrew it, seeming to beg me to re-enter her.

I decided to quicken my pace, and soon, I was pounding into her, 
rocking the bed and making her moan with each thrust. Then, 
suddenly, I stopped, my cock buried in her pussy. She moaned 
again, and I leaned over her, sliding my right hand under her 
lissome body.

I rolled to my right, carrying her with me. As I rolled to my 
back, she straddled my hips, my dick never losing contact with 
her. I ran my hands up her slight torso and cupped her beautiful 
breasts as she settled herself atop me. She bit her lip again, 
closed her eyes, and put her hands on my chest.

Her pleasure evident on her face, she began to rise on her knees, 
my juice-coated dick sliding free of her. She quickly resettled, 
plunging down on my shaft. Her hands splayed against my ribs for 
balance, she began to ride me.

I fondled her breasts, rolling her puffy nipples beneath my 
thumbs, and she hissed in pleasure, eyes still closed. With her 
right hand, she moved my left hand down until my palm rested 
against her abdomen.

"Use your thumb," she said breathlessly.

I didn't know exactly what she meant, but I had a pretty good 
idea. I began to move my thumb in small circles over her clit as 
she slowly rode my cock. She began moaning and rotating her hips 
with each downward thrust. Soon, I knew I was going to reach the 
point of no return.

I felt my orgasm building, a warm flow of pleasure from my loins. 
Stacy increased her pace, her buttocks slapping against my 
thighs, and soon, I couldn't hold back.

I moved both hands to her hips and held her down on me, my cock 
suddenly swelling. I felt the first rush of semen surging up my 
shaft and closed my eyes, my legs stiff, my toes curled in 
pleasure. As Stacy felt my release, she shuddered and moaned.

When my spurting finally subsided, Stacy collapsed backward, her 
shoulders resting on the bed between my legs. I put my hands on 
her inner thighs and rubbed her clit with my thumb, enjoying the 
feeling of her slick, smooth mons under my fingers. Her hips 
jerked at the contact and she put her hand over mine to still my 
movements.

We both lay there panting for several minutes. Because of her 
angle, my cock was firmly gripped by her pussy; a very 
pleasurable position. Slowly, she sat up and looked down at me, 
her face framed by her sweaty, curly brown hair. She smiled 
drunkenly and collapsed against my chest, my semi-erect shaft 
still buried inside her.

-----

Later, as we lay together on top of the sheets, Stacy was idly 
running her finger around my hairless chest.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked quietly.

"Sure," I said, stroking her bare back.

"Well... I don't know where to start."

"Hmm?"

"I just don't know anything about you. I mean," she said, still 
tracing her finger over my skin, "I know I like you, but besides 
your name, I don't know a thing about you."

"What would you like to know?"

"Let's start with something I'm really curious about, and see 
where it takes us," she said, propping herself up with her elbow. 
She ran her hand down and stroked my flaccid penis. "For 
starters, you've got an all-over tan. I think I've seen just 
about everything," she said, squeezing me for effect, "and I 
don't see any tan lines."

"That's a complicated answer," I said hesitantly.

"I'm a complicated girl."

I grinned at her. "Fair enough."

I paused for a second to marshal my thoughts.

"Well, anybody who'd likely notice already knows why I don't have 
any tan lines."

"Well yeah," she said with a hint of exasperation. "You lay out 
in the buff," she said, fondling my soft penis, "that much is 
obvious. But your parents don't mind? Or don't they know?"

"Oh, they know," I said, laughing.

"Then what gives? I know a couple of girls who lay out topless, 
and even a couple who don't wear anything, but I don't know any 
guys who lay out in the buff."

I was tempted to tell her that I was the exception, but I decided 
not to. Normally, unless the person was also a nudist, it's not 
something that I'd share with anyone. People look at you funny, 
people who don't understand, when they find out you're a nudist. 
So it's just something that I'd always kept to myself. With 
Stacy, I decided to break that unwritten rule.

"My family are nudists," I said simply.

"Huh?"

"Susan runs a camp, about an hour and half outside of town, for 
nudists."

"You don't wear any clothes? At all?"

"Nope."

"All the time?"

"Yep. Except when we have to come into town."

"Is it like a cult or something?" she asked skeptically.

"Not really," I said, laughing again.

"I'm serious," she said, scowling at me.

"So am I."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Really. No tan lines, right?"

"Then how come Susan has 'em? At least on the bottom."

I explained it to her, and told her about the camp, and all the 
while Stacy listened attentively.

"So there are just ordinary people there?" she asked.

"Pretty much. Am I ordinary?"

"No," she said, blushing. "But that's different. Are there other 
people there? I mean, people our age?"

"Mostly my age," I said.

"Girls too?"

I nodded.

"Is that where you learned to screw, the girls in camp?" she 
asked.

"Kinda," I said warily.

"Kinda?"

"Kinda."

"What do you mean 'kinda?'" she asked, enjoying seeing me squirm.

I caved. "Mostly it was Susan."

"Cool," she said.

"Yeah."

"So," she said slyly, "do you have a girlfriend at the camp."

I thought about Gina, wondering whether or not she was my 
girlfriend. That was a mistake. I felt my penis, which Stacy 
still held, swell when I thought about Gina. It wasn't much, but 
Stacy felt it.

"You do!" she exclaimed, sitting up quickly.

I didn't know what to say. I suddenly panicked at Stacy's 
reaction. I wondered if she'd ever want to see me again. But as I 
looked at her, I read the expression of excitement on her face.

"Well..." I said, trying to dodge the question.

"There is. You do have a girlfriend!" she said excitedly, never 
taking her hand from my manhood. "Tell me about her," she said 
insistently.

"I don't know if she's really my girlfriend," I started to say.

"Well, your dick sure thinks she is," Stacy interrupted.

I blushed furiously, feeling the heat rise in my neck and face.

"It does," Stacy said defensively, stroking me for emphasis.

"I guess maybe she is my girlfriend. Maybe. I don't know though. 
Well... not for sure anyway."

"What's her name?"

"Gina." As soon as I thought about Gina again, my dick twitched. 
It was always getting me into trouble! Stacy felt it and grinned 
shamelessly at me.

"What's she like?" she asked.

I described Gina, and Stacy listened raptly.

"Do y'all screw?" she asked. She felt my dick twitch again and 
squeezed me, grinning like an idiot.

By now, I had my fingers laced behind my head and Stacy was 
sitting on her heels, holding my half-hard penis in her hand.

"Not really," I said, equivocating.

"Tell me," Stacy said.

I described the hike to the quarry. I tried to keep things vague, 
but Stacy kept asking pointed questions and pressing for more 
vivid, and lurid, descriptions. The whole time I was telling her, 
she was stroking my dick. And I was reacting, getting harder and 
harder. By the time she finished asking questions, I was hard as 
steel.

"Wow," Stacy said softly. "That's hot."

I blushed and could only grin at her.

"Sounds like Gina really does like you," she said. I frowned for 
a moment, and she cocked her head at me. "What's the matter?"

"Does is bother you? Me and Gina, I mean?"

She thought about it a second and then shook her head. "I like 
you, I really do," she said, squeezing my erection for emphasis. 
"But not in that way. You know? Like friends? Besides," she said, 
obviously teasing me, "you're too young for me."

"Too young for you?!"

She nodded impishly. "Well," she said teasingly, "maybe not all 
of you." She squeezed my manhood again, still grinning at me.

I arched my eyebrows at her and started to pull away.

"Okay, okay," she said quickly. "Maybe you're not too young for 
me after all."

I grinned wryly and she laughed.

"Seriously, though," she said, "you and Gina don't bother me. She 
sounds like a really nice girl. And she sounds like she's really 
cute." She squeezed my erection again as I nodded.

Then she got quiet for a minute, and I looked quizzically at her.

"You're okay with it? I mean, that I don't think of you that way? 
Can we just be friends?" she asked

I hesitated a moment, then slowly nodded.

She stroked me again for effect and then grinned. "Fucking 
friends?"

I quickly nodded this time, and she grinned wider.

She straddled my hips and held herself over my erection, aiming 
it at her smooth, spread pussy. She settled onto me and I easily 
slipped inside her well lubricated sheath. When she had seated 
herself firmly, she bent forward and kissed me, darting her 
tongue into my mouth.

I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed, returning her kiss. 
She began to rock her hips back and forth, caressing my shaft 
with her pussy. We kissed for several minutes, our tongues 
darting and exploring. Her pussy gripped me and bathed my cock 
with warmth as well as her juices.

When our lips finally broke apart, we each were panting. Stacy 
smiled down at me as I pulled her hair back from her forehead and 
kissed her brow. She began bucking her hips against me and 
moaning as her passion increased. I moved my hands down to cup 
her cheeks and began to thrust up into her.

She clutched me tightly, moaning against my shoulder with each 
thrust, and soon I felt my orgasm approaching. I slammed up into 
her one last time, thrusting myself as deeply as I could, and 
felt the first spurt of my come coursing through my shaft.

Stacy grunted as I began to come, and I felt her spasm against me 
as my hot semen washed her insides. When my orgasm subsided, I 
relaxed my back and buttocks and slowly lowered my hips to the 
bed. Stacy came with me, keeping my dick buried within her. We 
were both panting with the exertion, still clutching each other 
tightly.

Still breathless, Stacy said, "I love feeling you come inside 
me." She pulled back to look at me drowsily. "My period was a 
couple of days ago, but I saw the doctor last week and got on the 
pill at the beginning of my cycle. He said I should probably wait 
a month, but that I didn't have to, so it's cool."

I nodded and swallowed hard. I'd forgotten all about her not 
being on the pill before.

"Forgot, didn't you?" she asked as if reading my thoughts.

I nodded slowly.

"You gotta pay attention to things like that," she chided me. 
"Unless Gina's on the pill too..."

I shook my head.

"Then you'd better be sure you're not making babies."

I nodded soberly.

She kissed me again, softly this time, and rested her head on my 
shoulder. In the comfort of the moment and the warm afternoon of 
her bedroom, we both drifted off to sleep. I vaguely remember 
feeling her climb off and curl up next to me. She put her head on 
my shoulder and I wrapped my arm protectively about her.

-----

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