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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
Part: Chapter 26
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mF, mFFF, FF, teen, oral, anal, inc
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Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

We spent the rest of the afternoon at the lake. Mom and Susan 
were talking together, and Kendall's parents were happy to see 
their daughter come down from the camper. When Drew saw the two 
of us together, he started to bristle again. Erin said something 
to him quietly and he looked at Kendall. When he saw that she was 
happy to be with me, he calmed down a little. He still glared at 
me, but it was better than the open hostility he'd shown earlier.

I ended up lying on a lounger immediately between Stacy and 
Kendall. The two girls pointedly didn't look at each other. On 
Stacy's part, I'm sure it was a twinge of guilt. And when Kendall 
thought no one was looking, I caught her glaring at Stacy. Oh 
boy, I thought to myself, that can't be good. I also began to 
seriously wonder, again, whether or not Kendall had heard more of 
the previous night's conversation than she admitted to.

But aside from some tense moments, the afternoon passed 
reasonably uneventfully. When it was time to begin fixing dinner, 
Mom and Susan headed up to the clubhouse. Susan and Stacy would 
once again join us for dinner. Kendall and her family headed up 
for dinner a short time later, and then Erin, Stacy, and I all 
folded our towels and walked up the hill to the clubhouse as 
well.

Dinner was as enjoyable as the previous night, but I could tell 
that Mom and Susan were working to keep the conversation light-
hearted. I smiled gratefully and enjoyed Mom's pork roast.

After dinner, Kendall came over to our table and asked if I 
wanted to go for a walk. When I looked at Mom, she nodded, and I 
pushed my chair back. Stacy gave me an unreadable look as I 
stood, but Susan laid her hand on over the younger woman's wrist 
and nodded to me as well.

Outside the clubhouse, Kendall picked up a blanket she'd brought 
with her and we headed towards the lake. I wondered about the 
blanket, but didn't say anything.

"I can't stay out too late," she said as we walked. "Dad said I 
have to be back by dark."

"Oh."

"We're leaving real early tomorrow morning, and we need to pack 
the Winnie before we go to bed tonight."

"Yeah." I was happy to walk with her, but I was a little nervous 
about... a lot of things.

We walked around the edge of the lake, and at first, I thought we 
were heading for the shallow end. But Kendall veered to the right 
after we crossed one of the spillways that kept the lake at a 
constant level.

"I thought you wanted to go for a walk," I said nervously.

She just looked at me and smiled, shaking her head gently.

I kept my mouth shut and followed her.

A path down the stream had been cleared; it led to a clearing 
with a few benches (one of the year-round camp residents 
maintained it as a sort of nature walk). It was a nice, secluded 
spot, and when we got there, it was deserted. While the 
possibility existed that we might get company, I thought it 
highly unlikely. It slowly began to dawn on me that Kendall might 
have picked the spot for just that reason.

I helped her spread the blanket and she sat down as soon as we'd 
smoothed it out; I quickly joined her. As I sat close to her, I 
thought that I smelled... perfume. It was just a hint, and I looked 
at her carefully (as if I'd actually be able to _see_ if she were 
wearing perfume). I fervently hoped it was some nearby flower in 
bloom.

Then I thought about what was going on, and I began to get 
nervous. I thought back to what Stacy had told me the day before, 
but I didn't want to believe that Kendall might like me. My life 
would be so much simpler if she didn't. Little things started 
coming together in my head, however. When she began nervously 
fidgeting, I began to seriously worry.

Why was she suddenly anxious around me? I knew how I used to act 
around a girl I really liked, and I was seeing all the signs in 
Kendall: the shy glances, the fidgeting, the false starts with 
conversation, the nervous laughter. And why had she brought me to 
this clearing, the last night she was in camp, alone? I began to 
panic at the thought of what she might say, what she might want. 
I didn't know what I'd do if she really did like me, and I was 
scared that I might have to face that dilemma. Soon.

I desperately didn't want to hurt her feelings, but I was 
incredibly aroused by her body as well as her mind. I also had to 
remember that inside, she was probably just as scared as I was, 
albeit for different reasons.

"Paul... I... I mean..."

I looked at her and smiled.

She took a deep breath and gathered her courage. "I'm glad you 
came with me tonight," she said quietly.

"Me too." I was still very nervous, but determined not to show 
it.

"I wanted to talk to you..."

"Yeah, I know."

She looked up at me sharply, her eyes full of questions.

"I think I know why," I said evenly. It was the first time I'd 
admitted to myself that Stacy might've been right.

"You do?"

"Yeah, I think so."

She looked at me and I saw something in her expression that I'd 
only seen on Gina's face. I couldn't quite identify it, but I 
knew. I _knew_ Stacy had been right.

"Yeah, I know," I said quietly.

"You do?"

I nodded silently.

"How? Is it that obvious?"

I shook my head quickly. "No. Not really. Not to me at least."

"How then?"

"Stacy."

"Yeah," she said heavily. "I figured. Stacy." She didn't sound 
all that friendly when she said it, either.

"How much did you really hear last night?"

She gave me a searching look and paused. "All of it," she said at 
last.

"All of it?" I asked incredulously.

She nodded. "All of it."

"So you know how I feel?"

She looked down at her hands and nodded solemnly. "And I know why 
you were... you know... last night. And this afternoon."

"You do?"

She nodded sullenly, eyes still downcast. "You were thinking of 
her. Of Stacy. Even this afternoon. So I know you might like me 
as a friend, but just not the way you like Stacy."

"No," I said simply.

"I know."

"No, you don't understand. 'No,' as in, 'you're wrong.'"

She looked up suddenly.

"You know why I was... hard... last night?"

She shook her head.

"Some of it was because of Stacy, but only a little. When she 
started talking about you, I started thinking about you, and 
well..."

She looked hopeful. "And then this afternoon?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I started thinking about last night, about what 
I was thinking when I almost ran you over. And you were pressed 
against me this afternoon, and well... I guess I got excited."

"You did?"

"Yeah," I said, rolling my eyes at her. Hadn't it been obvious?

She smiled shyly and blushed.

"Look, Kendall. I like you, I really like you. But what I said 
last night is just as true today. You're Gina's friend. You're my 
friend. You're not the kind of girl to go after another girl's 
boyfriend, either."

She shook her head quickly.

"So you know we can't do anything about it," I said quietly.

She shook her head again and then look up at me. "But what about 
Stacy?"

"What about her?"

"You're doing it with her, aren't you?"

I started to deny it, but then I remembered who I was talking to. 
She would see right through me in an instant. She already had. 
She'd seen Stacy and me together. She knew. "Yes," I said softly.

Suddenly, she sat up straight and looked me in the eye. "I'm not 
a virgin," she said defiantly.

I stared at her in shock, at a loss for words.

"I mean, I probably wouldn't be as good as Stacy, but..."

"Kendall, it's not about that." She looked dejected, and I could 
tell I was on dangerous ground. "God! Believe me, I'd love to. 
You're everything any guy could ever hope for. But we couldn't."

She looked at me pleadingly.

"With Stacy, it's different. It's only really about one thing. We 
don't even have all that much in common," I said ruefully.

"Yeah," she said. "I'd figured that much out. I've seen the way 
you are with Gina, and it's different with you and Stacy."

I nodded slowly, once again startled by her insight.

She looked at me, silently beseeching me with her eyes. "But you 
and I..."

"Both love Gina," I said, interrupting her and finishing the 
sentence the way it needed to be finished.

She hung her head and nodded sullenly.

"And neither one of us would do that to her."

"But what about you and Stacy?" she asked, her eyes suddenly 
flashing.

"With Stacy, it's not cheating," I said evenly. "I couldn't even 
begin to explain why, but trust me, it's not. With you, it 
_would_ be cheating. 'Cause I could really fall for you. Do you 
understand?"

She blinked rapidly and I watched as the tears welled up in her 
eyes. I longed to reach out and comfort her, but I stayed my 
hand.

"Yeah," she said in a small voice. "I understand. I don't want 
to, but I do."

Kendall looked at me, her lower lip trembling, and then she 
started crying in earnest. As the tears ran down her cheeks, a 
dam burst within me and I reached out to her. I opened my arms 
and she nearly tumbled into them; I uncrossed my legs to give her 
room. As she leaned into my chest, she let her long legs unfold 
to the side. I wrapped my arms around her and knew for sure that 
the perfume I'd smelled before was hers. It was subtle and very 
arousing, and I willed my penis to stay limp as I caressed her 
shoulder.

She shuddered against me as she quietly cried, and my chest felt 
tight with my own pent-up emotions. I rocked back and forth, 
crooning softly to her; after a while, her tears dried up and her 
breathing slowly returned to normal.

"You're the first guy," she said quietly, still encircled by my 
arms, "who ever treated me like a person, not just a body."

"I know."

"You can't imagine how lonely I am sometimes."

"I bet I can," I said softly. "Sometimes, I'm just as lonely too. 
We all are."

"Yeah, but I see you with Gina and I see how happy you two are 
together, and I want someone to make me feel like that."

"You'll find somebody, someday," I said as reassuringly as I 
could.

"I already found somebody," she said sullenly.

I brightened immediately at the thought of getting out of my 
predicament. "Really? Who?"

"Silly," she said, punching me lightly in the ribs.

"Oh." I blushed. "I... Kendall... I..."

"I know," she said, and then sniffled. "I know. It's just my luck 
that some other girl has already got the perfect guy for me."

My heart ached at the longing in her voice. "We can still be 
friends," I said gently.

"I know. It's just that I want to be more than friends. I want... 
Well, I guess you know what I want."

"Yeah."

"But you're right," she said, sitting up and wiping her eyes. 
"I'm not the kind of girl who goes after another girl's guy."

"Boy! Am I glad, too," I said with genuine feeling.

She looked at me suspiciously.

I grinned wryly. "I know I wouldn't be able to say no," I said 
seriously.

"You're darn right you wouldn't be able to say no!"

I grinned at her and she blushed, and then she beamed in 
response.

"If we're gonna be friends," she asked coyly, "does that mean 
that we can lie here together and watch the sun set?"

I nodded and she smiled happily. She wiped her eyes again and 
sniffled, then grinned sadly at me. I lay back on the blanket and 
patted the spot next to me. She turned and lay back as well. She 
craned her neck around to look at me and I smiled again. Then I 
put my arm out and gestured for her to slide up a bit so she 
could rest her head on it. She quickly scooted up and settled 
against me comfortably.

"If I can't have what I want," she said seriously, "then at least 
I can enjoy what I have."

I put my hand on her upper arm and squeezed her to me. I 
thoroughly enjoyed having her next to me and I could tell that 
she enjoyed it just as much as I did.

"But if you and Gina ever break up, Paul Hughes, _I_ have first 
dibs on you!"

"It's a deal," I said seriously.

After that, the conversation turned to the end of the summer, the 
beginning of school, and a myriad of other things. We watched the 
sky slowly turn orange, then a deep red, and then fade to purple. 
We knew our time was short, and we both didn't want it to end. 
But it would soon be dark, and I didn't want to be on her 
father's bad side. So we reluctantly folded the blanket and made 
our way back to her family's Winnebago.

It was full dark when we arrived, but her parents had lit two 
tiki torches and were sitting outside drinking tea. When they 
heard us approach, Kendall called out to them. She stopped short 
of the lighted circle and turned to me. While her parents could 
_see_ us, we were merely slightly lighter shadows, and I 
suspected they couldn't see much more than our outlines.

Kendall tossed the blanket onto the family's folding picnic table 
and then turned to me. I suddenly had my arms full of a very 
tall, very beautiful girl. Her lips quickly sought out my own and 
the next thing I knew, we were kissing. It was a passionate kiss, 
full of heat and longing, and I was sorely tempted to drag her 
off into the shadows and grant her wishes, not to mention 
fulfilling some of my own fantasies.

But she reluctantly pulled back and grinned at me. She hugged me 
tight and pressed her cheek against mine. I returned her embrace, 
enjoying the feeling of her full breasts and hard nipples pressed 
against my chest.

"Thank you for tonight," she whispered.

"You're welcome. Thank _you_."

"I love you," she said softly, shyly.

"I..."

She squeezed me tight once more and then pulled back.

"Shhhhh." She put one finger to my lips and silenced me. When she 
removed it, she kissed me again, quick and soft and very tender. 
"You're a good guy, Paul. Gina's lucky to have you. And so am I." 
Tears glinted in her eyes and she hugged me again, sighing 
deeply. Then she pulled back. "Good night," she whispered.

"Good night."

With that, she turned and walked to her parents.

-----

I met Drew and Erin, coming up the hill towards the Winnebago, as 
I was walking down. I stepped in front of them and they pulled up 
short. Erin had her arm through his and she looked up in 
surprise.

"Drew?"

He looked at me, a trace of his earlier belligerence coloring his 
tone. "Yeah?"

"I just dropped Kendall off."

"Yeah. So?"

"So? You're with my sister."

"And?" he asked suspiciously.

"Well," I said reasonably. "You be careful with my sister, just 
like you want me to be careful with your sister."

He looked at me defiantly.

"'Cause a guy once told me, 'you hurt my sister, and I'll mess 
you up.' That guy knows how to watch out for his sister. He's a 
pretty good brother."

He relaxed a little.

"I'm a pretty good brother too, and I feel the same way that guy 
does," I said easily. "Cool?"

He relaxed a little more when he realized I wasn't looking for a 
fight. "Yeah," he said sheepishly. "We're cool."

"Good," I said, smiling at him. "Your folks are sitting outside, 
with the torches lit, so you guys might want to say goodbye 
before you get to the camper."

Erin smiled gratefully at me and Drew shifted nervously from foot 
to foot.

"Thanks, man," he said earnestly.

"Don't mention it," I said lightly. "Just remember what I said."

"I will, man. I will."

Then they walked up the hill towards the camper and I waited. 
When Erin came back down, she saw me and jogged the last part of 
the way.

"Thanks, Paul," she said quietly.

"No problem, Er."

She grinned quietly and I suddenly decided to put my arm around 
her. She looked up in shock, but didn't duck away. We began 
walking down the hill towards the road.

"You know, you're turning out to be a pretty good big brother," 
she said, almost in wonder.

"Yeah, well, you're not so bad yourself," I said. "For a little 
sister, that is."

She elbowed me in the ribs, but it was a teasing touch, not meant 
to cause pain.

"Thanks for the help this afternoon. With Drew, I mean," I said.

"No problem. Thanks for being cool tonight."

"No problem. I'm gonna go down to the clubhouse and see if I can 
find Mom," I said. "Wanna come?"

She squirmed a little and then shook her head. "I think I'm gonna 
go up to the cabin. I think I want to take a nice, long bath."

I lifted my arm from around her shoulders and looked at her 
critically. She gave me a guilty grin and shifted nervously. I 
simply stared at her, wide-eyed.

"Well," she said in exasperation. "You know how it is..."

"Yeah, Erin," I said with a laugh. "Yeah, I do."

She grinned impishly and then bolted up the hill with a wave. I 
shook my head in wonder and watched her go. With a chuckle to 
myself, I turned towards the clubhouse.

-----

As I walked down the hill, I spared only a cursory glance inside 
the clubhouse. In reality, I wasn't looking for Mom. After my 
afternoon and then evening with Kendall, I was extremely horny. I 
was hoping to find Susan, Stacy, or both. As a last resort, I was 
looking for Mom. If I couldn't find Susan or Stacy, I figured 
that Mom would be able to tell me where they were. When I saw 
none of them in the clubhouse, I continued on to Susan's house, 
hoping to get lucky (in more ways than one).

I rounded the corner on Susan's courtyard and saw that it was 
empty, lit only by a guttering candle on the wrought-iron table. 
I moved to the kitchen door and pulled open the screen door. I 
knocked on the glass and waited. As I did, I looked through the 
window at the kitchen, noting the open wine bottle on the table. 
When no one answered the door, I knocked again, harder. Still no 
answer.

I was about to bang on the door when I saw Susan coming through 
the living room. Her hair was disheveled, she sported a goofy 
grin, and she was walking a little unsteadily. She opened the 
door and beamed at me.

"Just the man we need," she said.

"We?"

"Yep. Follow me."

I stepped into the cool air of the kitchen and she shut the door 
behind me.

"On second thought," she said with a mischievous glint in her 
eye, "don't move."

She dropped to her knees in one smooth motion and sucked me into 
her mouth. She engulfed my flaccid penis completely and I leaned 
heavily on the cool Formica of the countertop. She put her hands 
on my hips and began moving her lips over my rapidly expanding 
member. In no time, I was filling her mouth with my hard shaft. 
She wasted no time teasing me, however, and began sucking me with 
long strokes.

But before I was ever in danger of coming, she popped me out of 
her mouth and grinned at me. She stood gracefully and playfully 
arched her eyebrows at me. Leading me by the obvious handle, she 
headed for the back of the house. When she pushed open the door 
to her bedroom, I stopped and stared.

"Look who I found, ladies," Susan said.

I was in a state of shock at what I saw in her bedroom, and it 
took a moment for my brain to begin functioning again. Mom was in 
the center of the bed with her legs spread wide. Between them, 
Stacy was moving her head in small circles, and my mom was 
already bucking her hips in pleasure. The room reeked of the musk 
of sex, and I saw another empty wine bottle and three empty 
glasses scattered throughout the room.

When Susan spoke, neither of the women on the bed as much as 
raised their heads. Susan pushed me against her dresser--where I 
had an excellent view--and sank to her knees. Mom was kneading 
her breasts and pinching her nipples as Stacy worked on her 
pussy, and my cock swelled in Susan's mouth as I watched them.

I watched in wonder as Mom reached for Stacy to pull the younger 
woman from between her legs. Instead of pulling Stacy up, Mom 
turned her with deft touches and soon had Stacy straddling her 
head. I groaned at the sight in front of me, and the sensations 
Susan was creating, as Mom and Stacy easily settled into a sixty-
nine. The only thing that stopped me from coming right then was 
the fact that Susan had her hand wrapped around the base of my 
cock, stemming the flow. She looked up at me, her lips a perfect 
"O" around my manhood, and her eyes sparkled with laughter.

When my imminent orgasm had subsided, she took her lips off my 
dick and turned to see what had gotten me so worked up. When she 
looked back at me, she smiled knowingly and reached for my hand. 
I helped her to her feet, disappointed that she wasn't going to 
continue sucking me. She pulled me towards the bed and crawled 
onto it on her hands and knees. She stopped once her knees were 
on the bed and pressed back against me. My hard penis bumped 
against her dripping, smooth pussy and she gyrated her hips.

I didn't need any more instruction than that, and slowly inserted 
myself in her heated pussy as I put my hands on her hips. With 
one strong lunge, I buried myself within her and she cried out in 
ecstasy. Susan's pussy gripped me fiercely as I thrust within her 
and I closed my eyes to savor the feeling.

When I opened them, I watched raptly as Mom and Stacy licked and 
sucked each other. Their bodies moved against each other, each 
with a slight sheen of perspiration, and I simply enjoyed the 
contrast between my mother's tanned, soft body and Stacy's fair, 
lissome one. Watching the two of them together was one of the 
most erotic things I'd ever seen, and I couldn't tear my eyes 
away.

I felt my climax approaching and buried myself in Susan, holding 
still until the feeling began to subside. She shuddered as my 
cock lodged within her, and I almost lost it. I reached around 
her hip with my right hand and began tripping my fingers over her 
hard clit, making her pant and moan.

To my left, Stacy threw her head back and cried out as well, a 
look of pure ecstasy on her face. She began to shudder and quake, 
and her hips were pumping up and down as my mother licked her. 
With a shriek, Stacy came, her body undulating as the waves of 
pleasure battered her. As suddenly as her orgasm began, she 
quickly lifted off Mom's face, both hands clasped to her pussy as 
she rolled to the side. Her pussy must have already been very 
sensitive after our afternoon together, but the way she was 
shaking, I suspected that a good, stiff breeze would push her 
over the edge and into unconsciousness.

She looked up at me incoherently and I grinned at her. When she 
focused on my face, she smiled ruefully and lay there panting. 
Mom lifted her head to make sure that Stacy was okay, and then 
looked at me for the first time. My hand was still around Susan's 
hip, rubbing her clit, but I had yet to begin thrusting again. My 
imminent orgasm had subsided, but I had been transfixed by the 
sight of Mom and Stacy. Mom grinned at me, her lips and cheeks 
covered with Stacy's juices, and I nearly came from the sight 
alone.

When Susan looked up and saw that Mom was unoccupied for the 
moment, she put her hand over mine and held it still. She pulled 
forward and my cock slipped out of her pussy, shiny with her 
fluids. She moved up the bed and turned, extending a hand to me. 
When I took it, she pulled me onto the bed and positioned me so 
my knees were straddling Mom's head and I was facing the foot of 
the bed.

Stacy looked on with exhausted detachment and Mom watched with a 
trace of alarm as Susan moved me. The way I was positioned, Mom 
had a close-up view of my balls and jutting penis, and I began to 
wonder what Susan was up to. I didn't have long to wonder, 
however, as Susan put one hand on my shaft and began pumping. She 
knelt over Mom's chest and began licking and sucking her nipples.

Stacy grinned at me, her eyes drooping, and dragged herself 
between my mom's legs. She perked up quite a bit, however, as 
soon as she ran her tongue through the damply matted curls of 
Mom's pubic hair. I sat back on my heels a little bit and enjoyed 
the sensations as Susan stroked my erection and Mom squirmed 
under the double onslaught.

I felt my come welling up again and was just about to put my hand 
over Susan's to slow her pace. She felt the motion and lifted her 
head from my mom's nipples. In a flash, she had her lips wrapped 
around my shaft and was taking me to the root each time, the 
engorged head of my cock entering her throat and making me jerk 
my hips at the touch.

She sucked me with long, sure strokes, and I knew Mom must have 
had an excellent view from right beneath the base of my cock. 
Just as I was about to come, Susan pulled back and held only the 
crown in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and sending me 
crashing over the edge.

I put both hands on the back of her head and felt the first spurt 
blast from my body. Susan moaned deep in her throat as the 
powerful jets hit her tongue and I squeezed my eyes shut, 
groaning as the pleasure exploded like a supernova in my loins. I 
spurted what felt like a gallon of pent-up semen into Susan's 
willing mouth. When I was done, I collapsed back on my heels, my 
ass resting on the pillows at the head of the bed.

I looked down at Mom, her head in the V formed by my thighs, and 
saw that her face was a mask of lust. Susan had clamped her lips 
shut as soon as I pulled out of her mouth, and when she looked at 
me, she had a mischievous glint in her eyes. She opened her mouth 
and showed me the white pool of my semen she had so recently 
collected. I looked down at Mom and saw that she was gazing at 
Susan as well.

Susan closed her lips and smiled at me, and I expected her to 
make a show of swallowing my seed. Instead, she bent her head and 
crushed her lips against Mom's. Mom started at the sudden contact 
and then moaned desperately. Their lips worked against each other 
for a moment, and then I watched in fascination as Mom relented 
and opened her mouth to Susan.

When Susan finally pulled back, I watched Mom swallow, then 
swallow again. Her face was euphoric as she licked her lips and 
swallowed again, breathing heavily. When Susan looked up at me 
again and opened her mouth, it was empty. I thought for a moment 
that she had simply swallowed my load, but as she grinned at me, 
I quickly looked from her to Mom, and then back again.

Susan nodded silently and I once again stared at Mom as she 
licked her lips. Susan beamed at me as I slowly Got It. When I 
looked back at Mom, I noticed the faint traces of my semen on her 
lips, traces she was quickly capturing with her darting tongue. 
Even though I had just come, my penis was instantly erect as I 
realized how incredibly erotic the entire scene was. I had just 
come in Susan's mouth, and she had shared my semen with my mom. 
Susan lifted her eyebrows coquettishly as she saw my cock throb, 
out of her peripheral vision.

Susan quickly returned her lips to Mom's. I was mesmerized, 
watching the two most important women in my life kissing each 
other with rising ardor. Susan broke the kiss and smiled 
lasciviously at Mom, who only closed her eyes and arched her back 
at the sensations Stacy was creating in her pussy. Susan then 
moved her attentions to Mom's sleek, hard nipples.

With both women lavishing attention on her most sensitive spots, 
Mom didn't last long. She shuddered and began to wail as her 
orgasm overpowered her. Her eyes popped open and she looked 
directly at me as she came, her face a mask of pleasure, her 
mouth open in a rictus of pure lust.

Stacy lifted her head just as Mom clenched her powerful thighs 
together. She raised her knees and put her hands on Susan's head, 
stilling her mouth and tongue. Then, in an instant, Mom rolled 
over on her side, her legs still held close to her body. She 
shuddered and groaned as her orgasm consumed her. Susan lay on 
her side and wrapped her arms around my quaking mother, holding 
her close.

I was awestruck by the incredible tenderness of the gesture, and 
felt my eyes suddenly sting with tears. Stacy stood up and 
quietly gestured to me. I spared one more look at Mom and Susan 
as they lovingly clung to each other, and then gingerly lifted 
myself and moved towards the side of the bed.

Stacy came over to me and took my hand in her own. Mom was 
shuddering with the aftereffects of her orgasm, and Susan was 
gently caressing her, their heads held close in silent communion. 
With one last look, I let Stacy pull me from the room. She shut 
the door behind us and quietly led me down the hall to Kirk's 
room.

-----

Kirk's bed had fresh linens on it and Stacy pushed me back to the 
center of the mattress. My penis was still very much erect, but 
she ignored it and collapsed into my arms. Her breathing became 
deep and regular as she dozed off. I lay awake, thinking about 
the scene I had just witnessed. My penis was as hard as ever when 
I thought about watching Susan give my semen to Mom in a kiss. 
The deep compassion and warmth between the two of them made my 
chest tight as I thought about it, and I once again had to blink 
back tears as the pure emotion of the memory washed over me.

But I was also afraid. I'd never seen my mother look at another 
woman with anything more than friendly interest. Intellectually, 
I understood that just because a woman liked another women didn't 
make her a lesbian. But seeing my mother kiss another woman, even 
if they _were_ sharing my semen, had a profound effect on me.

What if Mom was a lesbian? Would she stay married to Dad? Would 
he stay married to her if he knew? What if she didn't want to 
have sex with him any more? What if...?

I ran things around and around in my head, getting more worked up 
over it by the minute. My parents were one of the happiest 
couples I knew. They had disagreements like any other couple, but 
they always worked things out, and I could tell the loved and 
respected each other deeply. I couldn't imagine that they'd ever 
get a divorce. But as I lay there, wondering if my dad would 
still love my mom if she were a lesbian, I couldn't help but 
worry about my family's future.

I don't know how long I stared at the ceiling, mulling things 
over in my head and letting the panic drive my thoughts in crazy 
directions. If Dad left, how would we pay for things? Where would 
we live? What if he forced Mom to leave? Who would take care of 
Erin and me? I thought maybe I could do some of the grocery 
shopping, and I could do a little cooking, if Erin would help 
with the laundry and dishes. "Where would Mom go?" I thought 
suddenly.

"Why are you so restless?" Stacy asked half disgustedly.

"Was I restless?"

"Am I dozing peacefully?"

"Huh?"

"Am I dozing peacefully?" she asked again, very patiently.

"No."

"Then you're restless."

"Uh... sorry."

She sat up and propped herself on one elbow so she could stare at 
me. "What is it?"

"How do you know it's something?" I asked defensively.

"Hon, I can feel it," she said, gently rubbing my chest.

I suddenly realized that my muscles were tense, and that I 
probably _had_ been restless. I looked at her, my eyes round and 
a little panicky.

She looked at me quietly and waited.

"What if my mom's a lesbian?" I blurted out when the silence 
finally overwhelmed me.

"What?"

"What if my mom's a lesbian? What if Dad finds out, and they get 
a divorce? What if Dad moves out? Who'll pay for things? Where 
will we live? Who'll take care of us if...?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down. What?"

I looked at her and began to repeat myself with excruciating 
patience.

She cut me off before I'd gotten two coherent syllables out. "You 
think your mom's a lesbian? And that her and your dad are gonna 
get a divorce?"

The panic clutched at my heart and I nodded fearfully. And then 
she laughed at me. Laughed! Out loud! And it wasn't a polite 
little tea-party laugh. She was _laughing_ at me, her body 
shaking as her eyes began to water.

"It's not funny! It's not your family that's gonna fall apart!"

She quieted quickly when she heard the hurt and fear in my voice, 
but her eyes were still full of mirth. "I'm sorry, Paul. But your 
imagination is simply incredible. You should be a writer."

I looked at her indignantly.

"Your mom's not a lesbian," she said simply.

"How do you know?" I asked, my tone defiant.

"Trust me, hon. I know lesbians, and she's not a member of the 
sisterhood."

"The what?"

"Never mind. Your mom's not a lesbian. What makes you think she 
might be?"

I blushed and Stacy had to stifle another laugh. "I mean... I saw 
her... with you."

Stacy's willpower finally failed, and she began laughing again. I 
was getting a little angry, and was ready to get up and leave, 
but she sensed it and quickly settled down.

"Well?" I demanded tersely.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Before I could say 
anything--like "go away and leave us alone"--Stacy told them to 
come in.

The door opened and Susan stuck her head in. Stacy sat up and 
motioned for her to come into the room. Then Mom joined us. It 
was getting to be a regular crowd in Kirk's room, I thought 
grumpily. I reluctantly sat up as well, crossing my legs and 
folding my arms across my chest.

"What's all the commotion about?" Susan asked.

"Have a seat," Stacy said. "You've gotta hear this."

I scowled at her, but she pretended she didn't see. Susan sat at 
the foot of the bed and Mom joined her. I couldn't bring myself 
to look at Mom. I was still scared, but getting angry the more 
Stacy laughed at me. My battered ego could only take so much, I 
thought sullenly.

In a few short sentences, Stacy outlined (with only a few 
chuckles) what we'd been talking about. I flushed with 
embarrassment as three heads swiveled to fix me with humorous 
stares. I looked at them defiantly. When Mom saw that I was 
serious, and scared, she got up and came around to sit beside me 
on the bed.

"Oh, honey," she said, reaching for me. "Your dad and I love each 
other very much. We're not going to get a divorce. Not now, not 
ever."

I let her hug me, despite my embarrassment at needing to be 
comforted by my mother, and her touch soothed me just like it 
always had. There's an infinite tenderness and understanding in a 
mother's touch, and I retreated into it.

"Trust me, honey," she said soothingly. "I'm not a lesbian. I 
like men. A lot. Particularly your dad. But I also think that 
some women are attractive too."

"But..."

"Just because your mom really knows how to eat pussy, and believe 
me, she does, doesn't make her a lesbian," Stacy said, her voice 
even.

"But..."

"No buts," Susan said firmly. "Have you ever looked at a guy and 
thought he looked good? He was handsome?"

I quickly shook my head. I wasn't gay!

Susan merely arched her eyebrows skeptically.

I shook my head defiantly.

She stared at me reprovingly.

"Yeah," I reluctantly admitted. "So?"

"So you've looked at a guy before and thought he was handsome?" 
she asked, pressing the point. She wasn't going to let me off the 
hook that easily.

"Yeah."

"But you weren't attracted to him?"

"No," I said indignantly.

"So you're not gay?"

I shook my head vehemently.

"So why did you think your mom might be a lesbian?" Susan asked 
reasonably. Three heads turned toward me, and three pairs of eyes 
bored into my skull.

I thought about it for a moment and slowly realized how ignorant 
I'd been. I'd seen Susan and Stacy together, and I _knew_ neither 
of them were lesbians. I was sure, from personal experience, that 
both of them preferred a man to a woman. So why had I panicked 
when I'd seen Mom with another woman? I knew she loved my dad, 
and I'd seen them together enough to know she was very attracted 
to him. Heck, I thought to myself, I knew she was attracted to 
_me_ as well. So what idiot had gotten control of my imagination 
and let it run amok?

I shrugged, a sheepish grin playing across my face. "I dunno," I 
said lamely. "I guess I wasn't thinking."

Mom hugged me tight and Susan and Stacy both smiled gently.

"I love you, honey," Mom said as she kissed my temple. "I'm glad 
you worry about me. You're just learning about a new side of me, 
one that you haven't seen before. Are you okay with that?"

After only a moment's hesitation, I nodded.

"Susan and I have been good friends for a long time," she said.

I nodded without thinking. Suddenly, I Got It. I looked at her in 
barely concealed shock. My expression broadcast the question I 
was too bowled over to ask aloud. Mom and Susan both laughed 
easily, and Mom nodded nonchalantly. I looked from one woman to 
the other, my eyes wide with the revelation; I was completely 
nonplussed.

"She's a very beautiful woman," Mom said, her lips close to my 
ear.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Mom was looking 
sidelong at Susan. I swallowed hard and nodded.

Susan grinned at me mischievously and waggled her eyebrows at my 
dumbstruck expression. "She's also," Susan said, desire coloring 
her voice, "the only one who hasn't gotten off tonight."

"That's right," Mom said, her face still very close to my own. 
"You need to take care of your women, Paul."

I looked at Mom, still in shock, and she chuckled as she lightly 
kissed my cheek. Then she lifted her eyebrows in anticipation and 
smiled broadly. With gentle touches, she slid me back until I was 
propped against the headboard. My penis was already stirring at 
the thought of what the three of them were going to do to me, and 
I didn't have long before I found out.

Susan moved between my legs as Stacy, who had been mostly quiet 
up to that point, slid under my arm and pressed her nubile body 
against my right side. Susan positioned herself so she could 
easily suck me into her mouth, but she rotated her hips to the 
side and bent her right leg at the knee. Mom slid down and 
quickly moved between Susan's spread legs, and then began gently 
tonguing her smooth pussy. Susan closed her eyes and savored the 
feeling as Mom licked her. My cock quickly became rock hard at 
the sight.

When she opened her eyes again, Susan practically purred at the 
sight of my gently bobbing erection. Without preamble, she sucked 
me into her mouth and just about swallowed me whole. I closed my 
eyes as the tip of my dick hit the back of her throat and her 
lips closed around the base of my shaft. Stacy took that 
opportunity to begin kissing my neck and rubbing my chest.

My senses were quickly overloaded and I entered a hazy, floating 
world of non-stop pleasure and sensation. Susan wrapped her lips 
around my girth and began stroking the length of my shaft with 
her strong, supple lips. I opened my eyes and stared at the 
ceiling for long minutes, not focusing on anything except the 
feeling of her lips and tongue on my manhood.

I slowly became aware of Stacy's soft, curly hair brushing 
against my shoulder as she pressed into the hollow of my neck and 
planted small, delicious kisses along my sensitive skin. I 
shuddered and pulled her tight against me, once again 
concentrating on the pressure building in my groin.

Susan was already worked up from earlier, and under Mom's 
surprisingly skillful manipulation, she quickly started bucking 
her hips and moaning around my cock. As she approached her own 
climax, Susan started sucking me faster, using long, firm 
strokes. Watching Susan suck me, not to mention watching my mom 
with her lips against Susan's smooth pussy, I quickly reached the 
point of no return.

Susan timed things perfectly. My hips started to quiver with my 
impending release and Susan locked her lips around my shaft about 
half-way down. There was an explosion of pleasure centered on my 
cock, a matching one behind my eyes, as the first surge raced up 
my shaft.

When the jet of semen hit the back of Susan's throat, her orgasm 
crashed over her. I continued to pump my seed into her willing 
mouth as she screwed her eyes shut tight and went completely 
rigid. When I stopped shooting, I opened my eyes and slowly 
realized that Susan's lips were still firmly around my shaft.

I looked down and watched as Mom kept working on Susan's pussy, 
pushing her higher and higher. Susan was moaning uncontrollably, 
her lips and tongue holding my still-hard dick in place. She 
balled her hands into fists and finally let my cock slip from her 
mouth. As Mom relentlessly pleasured her, Susan lolled her head 
back, resting it on my thigh, her eyes closed tight.

She shook her head side-to-side and her hips began to quiver 
uncontrollably. As I watched, I was amazed by the series of 
orgasms that rolled over her, each one barely subsiding before 
the next began. Susan panted and moaned, her face a mask of pure 
ecstasy.

Finally, with an ear-piercing shriek, she almost doubled over and 
began desperately trying to push Mom's head away from her 
suddenly hypersensitive pussy. Mom pulled back, panting as well, 
and looked on with immense satisfaction as Susan shuddered with 
the force of her final orgasm.

I turned my head and saw that Stacy was watching as well, her 
head resting comfortably on my shoulder, my arm still 
protectively around her shoulders. Susan trembled with the 
aftershocks coursing through her body and Mom moved behind her. I 
watched silently as she gently touched Susan.

Mom propped herself on one elbow, her other arm draped 
protectively around Susan, and gazed at me over Susan's shoulder. 
I looked at her with profound admiration and she smiled 
knowingly. When I felt Stacy move, I looked down at her and her 
lips met my own in a tender kiss. It was short, and incredibly 
sweet, and I pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes misted and 
she tucked her head against the hollow of my shoulder, sighing 
deeply.

We stayed like that for a long time, each of us in a languid, 
blissful daze.

-----

A long time later, well after we had comfortably arranged 
ourselves on Kirk's queen-sized bed, I opened my eyes. Stacy was 
nestled protectively in my arms, and beyond her, Mom and Susan 
held each other. My arm had fallen asleep, and I tried to gently 
flex my fingers to return some blood flow. Stacy felt the 
movement and mumbled something quietly. I kissed her bare 
shoulder tenderly and she stirred against me.

I tried to go back to sleep, but I was incredibly thirsty. When I 
tried to ignore it, things seemed to get worse. Reluctantly, I 
gently pulled my arm from beneath Stacy and stood up.

When I got to the kitchen, I filled a tall glass with water from 
the sink. I put the glass against my lips and emptied it in one 
long drink. I refilled it and repeated the process. By the time I 
filled the glass a third time, my thirst had been mostly 
quenched, so I walked back to Kirk's bedroom with it.

The girls were just stirring when I got there, and Stacy looked 
up at me and blinked as she slowly focused on me. When she saw 
the glass of water in my hand, she unconsciously licked her lips. 
Her eyes flicked from it to my face and back again. I grinned at 
her and handed her the glass. By the time she'd drained a third 
of it, Mom and Susan were starting to sit up, roused from their 
doze by Stacy's movements.

Mom silently put out her hand and Stacy handed her the glass. 
Finally, after Susan finished the last of the cool liquid, I took 
the glass and refilled it from the sink in the hall bathroom. 
Everyone else took another drink, and I was rewarded with the 
empty glass and three beaming smiles.

For the second time that day, Stacy began to strip the linens 
from Kirk's bed.

"Leave them," Susan said. "We'll get them in the morning. You can 
sleep with me tonight."

They shared a look, and Stacy nodded quietly.

"But first," Susan said, "I want to take a shower. Who's with 
me?"

All three of us raised our hands, and then we shared a good-
natured laugh. With Susan leading the way, we all headed for the 
large shower in the master bath. Stacy and I were going to wait 
until Mom and Susan had rinsed off, but the two older women 
pulled us in after them. The shower was indeed large, but it was 
a little crowded with four of us in there.

But if I thought I'd liked showering with a woman, or even two 
women, showering with _three_ women was even better! In the 
crowded confines of the shower, everyone rubbed up against 
everyone else, and I got a particular thrill when I would come in 
contact with Mom's slippery skin. She and I shared several 
conspiratorial glances, and my penis was half-erect the entire 
time. It was only because I'd already come so many times that day 
that I wasn't fully erect.

Susan and Mom had pinned their long hair up, because they didn't 
want to dry it before going to sleep, but Stacy and I completely 
immersed ourselves in the spray. After we turned off the water, 
Susan fetched two extra towels and we all dried off, very tired, 
and very happy.

Stacy's eyes were already drooping as we all kissed each other 
goodnight and Mom and I headed for our cabin.

-----

It was long after midnight as we walked up the sandy road to our 
cabin. We didn't talk the entire way, but shared a companionable 
silence, her arm linked through my own. I liked having her close, 
feeling like I was protecting her. It wasn't the same as when I 
held Gina, or Kendall, but it was... very nice.

When we stepped onto the porch of the cabin, Mom turned and 
stopped me with a hand on my arm.

"You're not quite the young man you were at the beginning of the 
summer," she said quietly. "Are you?"

I shook my head.

"Do you think you're happier?"

I quickly nodded.

"No, think about it for a moment before you answer. Do you really 
think you're happier?"

I did think about it then. I'd been through a lot in a short 
period of time, barely more than a month. When I stopped to think 
about all the women who'd become so much more important to me, 
and the things that I'd seen and done, I was momentarily taken 
aback. I'd lost my virginity. I'd almost had sex with my mother. 
I'd fallen in love with a girl who loved me in return. I'd been 
elated and hurt and scared and angry and blissfully happy. I'd 
learned a lot about women, and about myself. While Mom looked at 
me searchingly, I thought about it all.

When I focused on her once again, I nodded firmly.

"I think so too," she said simply. Then she got a sly look on her 
face. "Did you have fun tonight?"

I nodded quickly, not needing to think about _that_ answer.

Mom smiled conspiratorially. "Me too." Then she looked serious. 
"You're sure you're okay with things? With me? With seeing me 
with a woman?"

I nodded and grinned like an idiot.

She arched her eyebrows.

I thought about it for a moment, and decided to be frank with 
her. "Actually," I said quietly, "I think it's sexy as hell."

"Mmmmm, me too."

She gazed at me for a moment, studying my face in the faint glow 
from the nearest streetlight. I shifted nervously as she looked 
at me, and wondered what she was thinking. I was about to ask 
when she put her finger to her lips.

"Shhhh. Wait here, I'll be right back," she whispered.

I watched, confused, as Mom opened the screen door and walked 
into the cabin. When she returned, a moment later, she closed the 
cabin door behind her and held the screen door so it shut gently. 
She was carrying a folded towel, and simply smiled when I looked 
at her questioningly. She stood in front of me, the towel draped 
over her arm, and looked at me seriously.

"I don't want to make a habit of this, but I guess every once in 
a while is okay," she said.

I looked at her and my confusion only deepened.

"You're not the same young man you were a month ago. And you're 
proving that you can be serious about commitment and respect. 
Those are very important things, Paul, in any relationship."

I nodded.

"So now," she said mischievously, "it's my turn." Then she pushed 
me back, into one of the rocking chairs. I sat down suddenly, and 
looked up at her in confusion. She put the towel down between my 
feet and looked at me appraisingly.

I'd seen that look in her eyes before! The last time I'd seen it, 
she...

....dropped to her knees in front of me, using the towel as a 
cushion. She pulled my hips towards her so that I slouched in the 
chair. With an incredibly erotic waggle of her eyebrows, she 
lowered her head.

In an instant, she captured my soft penis between her lips and 
began lavishing attention on it. I was hard in a heartbeat. She 
lifted her head out of my lap and for a moment I panicked, 
thinking that she was going to end it. She smiled at me, her 
expression full of lust, and all my fears dissipated as she 
lowered her head once more.

The feeling as she took me into the back of her throat was 
exquisite. She and Susan sucked me with very different styles, I 
thought to myself. Susan was sometimes more direct, but Mom was 
much, _much_ smoother. When she swallowed me, it was like a hot, 
wet, velvet glove had descended on my manhood.

I gripped the arms of the rocking chair fiercely and closed my 
eyes, savoring the feeling as she slowly pulled her lips back. 
When she reached the crown, she let me pop from her mouth 
completely, and once again grinned impishly at me. I swallowed 
hard and watched as she slowly kissed and nipped down the 
sensitive underside ridge. Her soft cheek rubbed against my balls 
as she reached the base of my cock and I shuddered at the touch.

She inhaled my scent, a small smile playing across her face as 
she did, and then she kissed her way back to the tip. Once there, 
she captured the glans between her lips and flicked her tongue 
against the sensitive underside. I was in heaven. The feeling was 
nearly as erotic as the sight itself.

When she took more of me in her mouth, however, I closed my eyes 
and drew a deep breath. I let my head sag against the slats of 
the chair back and relaxed my grip on its arms. She lowered her 
mouth over my erection and clamped her lips around me about 
halfway down. I felt her breath against the top of my shaft as 
she opened her mouth and swallowed more of me. When her lips 
closed on the base of my shaft, I groaned.

I had already come four times that day, and I knew I was going to 
take a long time reaching orgasm. I certainly didn't mind, and 
Mom didn't seem to either. She began making love to my penis and 
I leaned back in the chair and luxuriated in the sensations she 
was creating.

She licked, sucked, and teased my rock-hard shaft for a long, 
long time. My breathing became shallow and rapid as she coaxed 
another orgasm from me. She sensed it coming and began working 
her lips against my shaft, just below the crown. While she did 
that, she brought her hand up and squeezed the base of my 
manhood, pumping me rhythmically.

My orgasm started at the tips of my fingers, and way down in my 
toes. It slowly gathered speed as it moved through my limbs, 
gathering power as well. The sensation centered on my groin and 
continued to build. I began to tremble in anticipation, waiting 
for the release that my climax would bring. It built and built, 
and my skin tingled with anticipation. I wanted to cry out, to 
jump up and run around, to move mountains!

Mom moaned almost desperately as she felt my need telegraphed 
through my quivering flesh. With a rush, I ground my teeth 
together to keep from crying out and every muscle in my body 
tensed. The first spurt of semen exploded from my cock and I felt 
like I was being turned inside out. The electric tingling spread 
over my whole body, infusing me with energy and power.

After that first powerful surge of come, the next few were paltry 
by comparison. The sensation, however, was as strong as ever. I 
felt like I was floating, detached from reality as my entire 
being focused on the feeling deep within me. I don't have a clue 
when my orgasm subsided; I simply closed my eyes and passed out.

-----

My eyes snapped open and I jerked my head upright. I blinked and 
drew a deep, shuddering breath. It was dark out, and I was 
sitting on the porch of our cabin. My entire body tingled, the 
feeling radiating from my groin. I looked around and slowly came 
to my senses, remembering where I was, and what I was doing.

When I looked down, Mom was resting her head on my thigh and 
nursing my slowly deflating penis. Every muscle in my body was 
fatigued, and my limbs felt like rubber. I lay there, too weak to 
move, and enjoyed the sensations as she tenderly sucked me.

Finally, reluctantly, I moved. Mom felt me shift and released my 
soft penis from her suckling lips. She looked up at me and 
smiled, her eyes drooping in exhaustion. She planted one last 
kiss on the shriveled head of my manhood and then stood slowly. I 
rocked forward and barely managed to make it onto my feet.

I looked at Mom, her lips shiny and red, and gave her a lopsided 
grin. She smiled, her eyes hooded, and nodded slowly. She bent at 
the waist to retrieve the towel and then took my hand in her own. 
I felt like I was going to collapse as she stepped closer and 
rose on tiptoes to kiss my cheek.

"I love you, Mom," I whispered.

"I love you too, honey."

With that, we stepped into the darkened cabin. In my post-
orgasmic, weakened state, I seriously wondered if I'd even be 
able to climb the ladder to my top bunk. I thought for a moment 
that I might have to simply collapse on the couch. With a 
tremendous effort, I hauled myself up the rungs and collapsed in 
the bed, not even bothering to pull the sheet over me. I was fast 
asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.

-----

I was on the raft in the middle of the lake, and there was an 
earthquake. The water in the lake was so turbulent that the raft 
was lurching side-to-side as the earthquake vibrated everything. 
And for some reason, my left arm hurt. I looked to my left and 
Erin was standing in the water, untouched by the surging waves; 
she was trying to get me to go swimming.

"Paul!" she hissed. "Come on."

"Doan wanna go swimmin'."

"Paul. They're gonna leave."

"Who's gonna leaf?"

"Kendall!"

That worked its way through my addled brain and I decided that 
swimming with Kendall might not be so bad. But by then, the raft 
had stopped rocking and I was content to just lay on top of it. 
Until the shooting pains in my left arm overwhelmed me and I... 
opened my eyes.

Instead of a bright blue sky, I stared up at the roof of the 
cabin. My arm hurt like hell, but the raft--my bed--had stopped 
moving. How did I get back here? And what about the earthquake? 
Was anyone hurt? Why did Erin want me to go swimming?

"Paul!"

"What?" I asked, blinking my eyes and unsuccessfully fighting off 
a huge yawn. Had I been dreaming? I looked to my left and came 
face to face with Erin as she stood on the ladder to the top 
bunk.

"Kendall and Drew," she said, exasperated.

"What about 'em?"

"They're leaving in about 15 minutes. That's what!"

_That_ got my attention.

"I've been shaking you, trying to wake you up for 5 minutes. You 
kept telling me you didn't want to go swimming."

That explained the earthquake. Erin practically dragged me out of 
bed. I stumbled down the ladder and looked about blearily. Erin 
led me to the bathroom, none too gently, and pushed me inside.

"Brush your teeth, wash your face, and comb your hair. In that 
order," she said patiently. "You've got three minutes." Then she 
shut the door.

Before I'd been unceremoniously shoved into the bathroom, I'd 
gotten a good glimpse outside. It couldn't be much past dawn. 
Which meant that I'd once again gotten only a few hours sleep. I 
brushed my teeth, washed my face, and combed my hair, as ordered. 
When I opened the bathroom door, I actually felt a little more 
awake. Erin grabbed me and marched me out the door ahead of her.

"Thanks for getting me up, Er," I said as we walked through the 
nippy morning air towards the Payton's Winnebago.

"Yeah. No problem. But what was that stuff about an earthquake?"

"I was dreaming. I was... Never mind. It was weird." I shook my 
head to clear the cobwebs.

"I guess," she said, never slacking her pace.

We got to the Winnebago just as Kendall's father was strapping 
the last of the lawn furniture to the luggage rack on the back. 
Kendall and Drew stepped out of the camper one after the other. 
When they saw us, both their faces lit up, and they shared a 
conspiratorial grin. Kendall stuck her head back in the camper, 
presumably to tell her mother something, and then looked at me 
anxiously. Her father walked around from the back, took one look 
at the four of us, and then looked at Kendall.

Just then, her mom stuck her head out of the camper and called to 
her dad. He gave Kendall a meaningful look and tapped his watch. 
Then he went inside the camper. Kendall's mom reached out and 
closed the door behind him. Drew and Erin stayed by the camper's 
door, albeit out of sight of the small window set in it, while 
Kendall gestured for me to join her behind the vehicle, where 
there was only one large window above our heads.

As soon as we were out of sight around the corner, she pushed me 
up against the lawn chairs. The next thing I knew, she was 
pressed against me and had her lips locked against my own. She 
didn't open her mouth to let my tongue explore, but the kiss was 
very heated nonetheless. When we pulled apart, we were both 
breathless.

"Wow," I said in wonder. "What was that about?"

She looked shy for a moment, abashed at her own forwardness. Then 
she squared her shoulders and looked at me sternly. "I thought 
you weren't coming."

"I'm sorry. I got to sleep late last night, and Erin had trouble 
waking me up."

"Well," she said defensively. "When I thought you weren't coming, 
I guess I got a little mad, and maybe a little scared."

"Oh."

"You see what happens when I get scared?"

"Boo," I said with aplomb.

She looked at me in shock and then grinned broadly. Then she 
shook her head. "I promised myself. Only one kiss."

"That's fair," I said as I nodded.

She looked a little disappointed.

"I promised myself the same thing."

She looked at me questioningly.

"Only one kiss. So now that you've had yours..."

She rolled her eyes at me, but made no move to escape.

I decided that if I were only going to get one kiss, I'd better 
make it a good one. She closed her eyes as I moved forward, and 
her lips parted in anticipation. I had to lift my head a little 
to kiss her, but I soon forgot about that as I pressed myself 
against her.

Our lips met and I held her against me. I darted my tongue out 
and ran it along the line of her lips, tasting her, teasing her 
with the touch. She parted her lips and let my tongue invade. I 
ran it along her teeth and she melted against me as her tongue 
ventured out tentatively. Her nipples, which were pressed 
deliciously against my chest, quickly became erect as our kiss 
heated up. By the time I pulled back, tugging gently on her lower 
lip with my teeth, we were both breathless and grinning like 
idiots.

"Wow," she breathed, swallowing hard.

"Yeah."

"Wow."

"I think you already said that," I said, gently teasing her.

"Wow."

"You like?"

She finally opened her eyes and focused on my face. "What's not 
to like?" she asked dreamily.

I smiled at her.

"Wow."

I laughed gently and she put her head on my shoulder. I hugged 
her tight and ran my hand down the length of her back.

"I'm going to miss you," she said quietly.

"I'm gonna miss you too."

"But we'll see each other next summer."

"Yeah. Of course."

She lifted her head and looked at me with a twinkle in her eye. 
"And Gina better watch out!"

"Yeah," I said. I laughed, but it had an edge of nervousness. 
"Too bad you two can't share me."

She got a really strange look in her eye as she thought about 
that, and I started to ask her what she was thinking. But before 
I could, we felt the camper shift and a moment later, her father 
called her name.

"Coming, daddy," she said obediently.

When we stepped out from behind the camper, her father gave me an 
appraising look. He was already dressed in athletic shorts and a 
Chattanooga Police Department t-shirt. I noted, with a touch of 
tightly suppressed amusement, that he snuck a quick look at my 
penis. It was as flaccid as it had been when he'd first seen me, 
much to my relief. Drew and Erin were standing close to each 
other, but not touching, and Kendall gave me one last searching 
look. Once again, I saw that strange, considering look in her 
eye, and wondered what she was thinking.

She gave me a quick, chaste kiss on the cheek. "Goodbye," she 
whispered. "I'll see you next summer."

"Next summer," I said quietly, before she pulled away.

And with that, they all climbed into the camper. Erin and I 
watched as it reversed and then started for the main road. In the 
back window, we could just make out Kendall and Drew. We waved 
until they were out of sight.

Erin sighed and gave me a teary smile. I put my arm around her 
comfortingly and she leaned against me. We walked down to the 
clubhouse in silence.

-----

Stacy left later that day. The big surprise she'd planned for me, 
the Polaroids, never happened. I was still very nervous about 
them, still very unsure of my body at times. I promised her that 
we would get together some other time and I'd let her take 
pictures of us. I knew she wanted them, but I just didn't have 
the heart to tell her no.

Almost two weeks later, Susan had her monthly meeting with her 
accountant. Mom knew I wanted to see Stacy, so she let me go with 
Susan to the meeting. Since Susan and her accountant would be 
working all afternoon, he gave Stacy the rest of the day off. I 
strongly suspected that Susan had a hand in that decision. Stacy 
drove us back to her trailer, each of us grinning at the other in 
anticipation.
 
Once there, she didn't even mention the Polaroids, much to my 
relief. In the end, I brought them up. Because I knew how much it 
meant to her, I tentatively agreed. She took a lot of pictures of 
us, and I was uncomfortable with the camera at first. But as she 
got me more and more aroused, I started to get into it a little. 
I was still nervous, but at least I wasn't completely panicked. 
It's hard to panic when a beautiful girl is on her knees and asks 
you to take a picture of her sucking your dick. Trust me on this 
one.

We made love all afternoon, and she even came, hard, with me in 
her pussy. Afterward, she began to cry, and I was completely at a 
loss for what to do. She wouldn't tell me why she was crying, and 
I began to worry. When she finally calmed down, she went to the 
bathroom and cleaned herself up a little. We lay on her bed and 
kissed for a long time after that, just holding each other and 
enjoy being together.

It was probably the last time we'd be able to see each other 
before my family left to return home, and I hoped her melancholy 
was due to the fact that I was leaving. A couple of times, she 
looked like she wanted to tell me something. Each time, she got a 
sad look in her eyes, and never did tell me what she was 
thinking.

We took a long shower before Susan got there; Stacy wanted me in 
her ass, and I was more than happy to accommodate her. It was 
hard, and fast, and she came again. After she'd cleaned me up, 
she clung to me until the water ran tepid, and even a little 
after the water eventually turned icy.

Susan took us out to dinner that night, and Stacy seemed to be 
her old self. When we dropped her off at her trailer later that 
night, I walked her to the door, just like we were on a real 
date. She gave me a long, heated kiss and then pressed herself 
against me. Neither of us wanted to say goodbye, but we knew we'd 
have to. I promised I'd call her the following summer, as soon as 
my family got to the camp. She kissed me again and then went 
inside, her eyes already brimming with tears. Susan thankfully 
left me to my thoughts as she drove back to camp.

-----

My dad returned home a few days after Kendall and her family 
left. He had one more set of trips to fly, but the summer was 
drawing to a close, and he'd soon be back to his regular schedule 
of flying. Well, as regular as an airline pilot's life ever is.

Mom and I didn't talk about the night at Susan's, or what 
happened afterward on our porch. Things weren't uncomfortable 
between us, however, and I was tremendously relieved. We never 
did repeat the evening, but I got the sense that the door wasn't 
completely shut on the possibility.

Mom and Susan were much more open with me about things as well. 
The subject of swingers at the camp came up again, a couple of 
times, but neither of them would do more than smirk and shake 
their head when I asked.

Much to my surprise, Erin and I actually got along really well 
the remainder of the summer. We had a few brother-sister fights, 
just like normal kids, but I was starting to think of her as a 
young woman, instead of my bratty little sister. When I was 
actually nice to her, she stopped treating me like her dorky big 
brother. We started treating each other with a little more 
respect, and we began to talk quite a bit more, about all sorts 
of things. Mom and Dad noticed, I'm sure, but neither of them 
said anything about it.

Other families came and went, the usual flow of visitors to the 
camp. Most of the families with children had younger kids, and 
were taking their vacations before school started. There were a 
few families with kids closer to our age, but we didn't know them 
well, or they didn't stay long. So Erin and I mostly hung out 
with each other. After all of our friends had gone, there wasn't 
much else for us to do. We each simply enjoyed the relaxation 
that comes with not really having a schedule.

-----

Susan and I spent more time together the last few weeks my family 
was at camp. But the pace somehow seemed slower, and I enjoyed it 
quite a bit. I'd often stop by her house before breakfast, and 
she'd fix me something to eat. She'd get between my legs under 
the table and suck me. It was a game we played, to see who could 
finish first. I actually got so that I could control things a 
little better, and she ended up winning only about half the time.

I also wanted to try anal sex with her. It was something she'd 
tried when she was first married, and she hadn't liked it all 
that much. It wasn't something I put pressure on her about 
though; I asked, and we started talking about it. She could see 
how keen I was to try it with her, though, and decided to give it 
another go.

I got her all worked up, and she sucked me off twice before she 
was ready to let me try her ass. She bent over the vanity in the 
master bathroom--we'd decided that I could see her face in the 
mirror that way, and make sure I wasn't hurting her or going too 
fast--and I started to enter her.

She was very, very tight. I finally worked myself all the way 
inside her, but I could tell she wasn't really enjoying herself. 
After a few tentative thrusts, things didn't get any better. I 
quickly decided that there were many more enjoyable things that 
Susan and I could do together.

I was actually a little surprised at myself; I wasn't 
disappointed in the least bit. I saw the way Stacy enjoyed 
herself when we had anal sex, and I'd hoped that Susan would 
enjoy it as well. When she didn't, she was worried that I'd be 
upset. To our pleasant (and mutual) surprise, we discovered that 
half of my enjoyment was seeing her take pleasure in what we did 
together. So, no more anal sex with Susan.

That left any number of other possibilities, and during the 
remaining weeks my family was at camp, I think we tried most of 
them. Once we had a few of the emotional aspects of sex between 
us ironed out--I loved her very much, and I knew she loved me, 
but neither of us were in love--we had a lot of fun. Susan was an 
excellent teacher, and I was an enthusiastic student.

The one downside of all this time spent with Susan, if there 
truly were a downside, was that Erin started to notice. Because 
she and I spent so much more time together after our friends 
left, she immediately took note of the times when I'd disappear 
for a couple of hours. Of course Mom knew what was going on, and 
by some of the things Dad had said, I was sure Mom had told him. 
But Erin figured it out for herself.

She never confronted me directly on the issue, much to my relief, 
but she did start asking some pretty direct questions. At first, 
I squirmed and blushed and tried to put her off. I even talked to 
Susan about it. Erin was at an age, Susan said, where she was 
going to start experimenting, and wondering about her body; and 
boy's bodies. I guess I'd always thought that Erin would ask Mom 
when she wanted to know about sex. So I was incredibly surprised 
when Susan told me I should be flattered that Erin trusted me 
enough to ask.

And so I began answering some of Erin's direct questions. Most of 
them had little to do with the purely physical aspects of sex. I 
don't think she really thought about the mechanics a great deal, 
much to my relief. Her questions had more to do with what guys 
liked, and what did it feel like, and the emotional side of 
things. I did my best to answer her truthfully, but I hoped that 
she wouldn't end up incredibly messed up if I told her too much.

As we talked about sex and relationships, and hung out together, 
Erin and I developed a very deep trust; it was our little secret. 
I could tell it made her feel grown up to have someone to talk 
to, even if I couldn't answer some of the tougher questions about 
emotions, and what the girl felt. I'd ask Susan about some of the 
more difficult questions, and return to Erin with an answer. In 
the process, I learned a great deal about how women thought, and 
how they felt.

-----

Eventually, however, the summer came to an end. Mom had decided--
before we ever came to camp--that she wanted us to return home at 
least two weeks before school started. Both my High School and 
Erin's Junior High started the day after Labor Day, so we had 
planned to leave camp at the end of August.

I was gloomy for several days before we left, and I became a 
little snappish with everyone around me. When I lost my temper 
with Mom, however, my bad attitude met an untimely end. From 
everyone else's perspective, however, I guess it was a timely 
end. Dad and I had A Talk. Well, he talked; my end of the 
conversation consisted almost entirely of "yes, sir" and "no, 
sir." Dad didn't have to have a discussion with me often, but 
when he did, Things Changed. Afterward, I was very contrite, and 
offered Mom, Erin, and Susan my sincere apologies for my 
behavior. To their infinite credit, they were all very gracious 
about it.

After almost an entire day spent collecting our scattered 
belongings and packing them in our bags, baskets, and various 
cases, we were ready to leave. The next morning, August 20, a 
Sunday, we got up early and took our showers. We got dressed and 
Mom packed our toiletries in her suitcase. While she and Erin 
went down to the clubhouse to fix breakfast, Dad and I loaded the 
car.

When we were done, we drove down and parked behind the clubhouse. 
After breakfast, we loaded the rest of the food--what we hadn't 
given away to Susan or others--and said our goodbyes. Susan was 
there, of course, and gave us all hugs. A few of the other year-
round residents were there as well. We said goodbye to everyone, 
got in the car, and drove off.

The drive home was a long one, and I had lots of time to think. I 
was looking forward to getting letters from Gina, and I hoped 
there was a stack of them waiting for me at our neighbor's house. 
I missed Gina, but the feeling of her absence had faded a little 
over the weeks after she left. And it was still almost nine 
months before I could get excited about seeing her again. She was 
constantly in my thoughts, though.

I thought about Stacy too, and our last day together. I fervently 
hoped that she wasn't upset about something I'd said or done. I'd 
enjoyed my time with her, but I worried about her as well. I 
hoped she'd keep in touch with Susan, and maybe visit the camp 
every once in a while. I looked forward to seeing her the 
following year, but I did wonder how I was going to deal with her 
and Gina.

I had settled it in my mind that sex with Susan and Stacy wasn't 
cheating on Gina, but my thoughts included a giant question mark 
about how Gina would see things. Susan and Mom had both assured 
me that Gina was probably a little more open-minded than I 
thought, but the source of their confidence eluded me. I worried 
about hurting Gina, or Stacy, or both. I worried about losing 
them.

I thought about Kendall as well. She was beautiful, and smart, 
and incredibly sexy, and our last full day together would keep my 
fantasies fueled for a long time. I wondered how things would 
work out with her. I didn't want to think of her as an 
alternative to Gina, that wasn't fair to either of them, but I 
couldn't help but wonder "what if."

But mostly, on that long drive home, I thought about Susan. I 
felt a little guilty that I was going to miss her more than Gina, 
but it was the truth. Although I would definitely miss the 
regular sex, I was also going to miss her teasing, her insight, 
her wit, her compassion and love, and a whole host of other 
things. I was going to miss Susan, all of her.

I was somber and exhausted when we finally arrived home to a dry 
and un-lived-in house. Gina and Kendall and Stacy and Susan all 
whirled through my mind, and thoughts of the upcoming school year 
were completely banished. How would things work out with all of 
us? I had nine long months to wait before I would find out.

-----

Book 1 - The End

Look for the continuation of the story in _Summer Camp - Book 2: 
Gina_, coming January 2003.

-----


AUTHOR'S NOTE

In August 2002, I had this story growing in my head. It started 
off as a simple "what if" stroke story that stemmed from a set of 
events in my real life. Many people have since asked me how much 
of _Summer Camp_ really happened to me. The answer is not so 
simple. There are certainly lots of elements of my life in the 
story, but enough of it is pure fantasy. Most of it is a mixture 
of the two, but I'm not telling which is which.

When I actually decided to sit down and start writing, I was 
inspired by Richard Bissell's seminal "Call Girl Cheerleaders." I 
wanted to write a first-person story with clean, tight prose, 
realistic characters, and vivid images. I started defining the 
characters and their relationships, and blocking out scenes. 
Then, I started writing, and quickly hammered out the first few 
chapters.

What had started as a simple story rapidly evolved into something 
more. The characters took on lives of their own, and went in 
directions I hadn't been expecting. With an overall plot to tie 
everything together, Books 2 and 3 were conceived. It turned out 
to be a much larger story than I'd originally thought.

In three mad months, from September until the end of November, 
the chapters were posted. I tried to keep my writing several 
chapters ahead of my posting, and the pace was hectic. Twenty-six 
chapters and more than 200,000 words later, Book 1 finally drew 
to a close. Since I started posting, I have received more 
feedback and recognition than I'd ever dreamed was possible. 
Thank you all.

Many people helped this story come to life, but there a few 
special people whose contributions went above and beyond. I won't 
mention their names here, because I don't wish to invade their 
privacy, but you know who you are. Thank you very, very much.

Writing _Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan_ has been a labor of love, 
but I'm happy to see it come to a close. I have several smaller 
stories that I want to write, and I have to start work on Book 2. 
I don't think I'll be able to maintain the frantic pace that I 
did with the first book, but I'm nothing if not dedicated.

Thanks again to everyone who sent feedback. Appreciation is the 
main currency for most writers, and I because of all of you, I am 
truly a wealthy man.

And finally, who died? Who is Paul's wife? Did I, perhaps, forget 
to tell you something? Rest assured, I haven't forgotten about 
either of those plot hooks, but you'll have to read all three 
books to learn the answers!

Nick Scipio
November 20, 2002
Southeastern US

-----

Copyright (c) 2002 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.

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