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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 05
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, mast, light bond
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER FIVE

As I looked down at Susan, I had an overwhelming urge to let her 
suck my cock. Her mouth was open, and from the look in her eyes, 
I could tell that she was more than willing. But she had been 
teasing me all day, and as I'd first thought when I cuffed her to 
the bed, I wanted to exact a small measure of revenge. I didn't 
want to hurt her, but I was certainly going to take the 
opportunity to tease her a little bit. Okay, maybe a lot.

I lifted her head gently and slid the bandana off her hair. I 
reached for her ponytail, pulled loose the rubber band, and then 
tossed it and the bandana aside. As I scooted forward a little 
more, Susan looked up at me with lust-filled eyes. I felt my 
knees bump against her armpits and looked down; my dick was 
nestled between her flattened breasts, and her eyes were locked 
on it.

"You want to suck my dick?" I asked calmly.

She nodded quickly and then looked from it to my face, and then 
back again. I lifted off my haunches and thrust my hips forward a 
little. Susan lifted her head and tried to capture the tip of my 
cock with her lips, but I wouldn't let her. I wrapped my fist 
around the base of my shaft and held the glans just out of her 
reach. She strained and tried to lift her head further, but her 
outstretched arms kept her from reaching my dick. She sagged back 
against the bed and looked at it with hungry eyes.

"Paul, _please?_"

I shook my head.

"It's been so long since I've tasted you. Come in my mouth."

"Maybe."

She looked into my eyes and saw that I was resolved not to give 
in to her pleas. I leaned forward and put one hand on the wall 
above her head, supporting my weight. My cock was directly over 
her face, and she looked at it with unbridled lust. I chuckled to 
myself and began to stroke my length.

As I looked down at her, she ignored my face--her eyes were glued 
to my hand as it slowly moved back and forth. Her mouth worked 
soundlessly as I gently squeezed my rigid cock, making it swell 
further.

"Paul, I'm sorry I've been teasing you all day. Please, put your 
dick in my mouth."

I shook my head and continued stroking.

"Please?" she begged.

"No," I said firmly.

She lifted her head again and tried to capture my balls. I pulled 
my hips back a little and they shifted out of her reach. When she 
dropped her head back to the bed, I thrust my hips forward again 
and touched her forehead with the drooling tip of my prick. She 
arched her neck and tried to capture it with her lips, but the 
angle was wrong. She did succeed in getting her tongue on the 
underside of my shaft before I pulled back, though.

She groaned in animal frustration and once again lifted her head, 
straining against her bonds. I pulled back and grinned at her, 
never ceasing the motion of my hand. Because of all her teasing, 
I was actually fairly close to orgasm, and I didn't really want 
to hold back. I'd had a dull ache in my balls most of the 
afternoon, and it became worse once we discovered Mr. Kestrel's 
secret playroom.

I decided that I didn't want to wait any longer, so I started 
stroking my cock in earnest. I pushed off from the wall and held 
myself directly above Susan's chest. She watched raptly as I move 
my hand along my shaft. While it certainly felt good, I was 
tempted to put my dick in her mouth, which I knew would feel even 
better. Finally, I decided against it. Let _her_ get a taste of 
what I'd been going through all day, I thought.

I could feel my orgasm building, and I knew it was going to be a 
big one, the first of the day. Susan must have sensed it too, 
because she lifted her head and opened her mouth wide, finally 
coming to the realization that I wasn't going to let her suck me 
off. My balls were about to boil over, so I looked down, aiming 
my cock at her face. I knew she'd get some of my come in her 
mouth, but I certainly didn't want her to get all of it.

My hand moved along my length faster, bringing me closer to the 
edge. Susan sensed it as well, and moaned in frustration at not 
being able to suck me. I felt a tingling in my balls that rapidly 
spread throughout my groin, and with a grunt, I erupted.

The first spurt hit her in the forehead and splashed across her 
hair. She groaned, closed her eyes, and tried to lift her head 
further. I kept pumping my cock and the next spurts landed on the 
bridge of her nose and her left cheek. A few drops landed in her 
mouth, but the majority of my come hit her face, just as I 
intended. The next couple of spurts covered her face with pearly 
drops. She groaned again as my spurts finally slowed, despite the 
fact that more of my semen gushed into her hungry mouth.

I realized that I was holding my breath, and let it out 
explosively as the last of my come dribbled onto her lips, 
cheeks, and chin. I sat back, breathing heavily, and tried to 
conceal my amusement as Susan's tongue snaked out and tried to 
capture as much of my seed as it could. She smacked her lips and 
swallowed, and then her tongue shot back out, searching for more 
of my juices.

I don't know what it is about the sight of a woman with my come 
on her face, but it was very arousing. I can't explain it. I 
guess it was like I was marking her as my territory, with the 
added bonus that I got to tease her a little bit by not giving 
her what she really wanted.

My cock was still hard, and I gently stroked it, squeezing the 
last few drops from the tip. With my finger, I carefully gathered 
them up. Her eyes locked on my semen-coated fingertip as I slowly 
raised it to her mouth. She locked her lips around it and sucked 
greedily, finally forcing me to pull it from her mouth with a bit 
of effort.

"Paul, please let me suck you. Let me go," she pleaded. "I 
promise I'll suck you off. Please?"

I shook my head and she groaned in frustration. Glistening 
droplets of my come covered her face, and I saw that several of 
the first spurts had actually gotten some in her hair. I knew she 
could feel my semen slowly cooling on her face, and the thought 
thrilled me. When I looked down at her, her eyes were almost 
wild.

"Please let me up, Paul," she said, sounding repentant. "I'm 
sorry I was teasing you."

"That's okay," I said conversationally. "I actually kinda like a 
little teasing."

She nodded and relaxed a little, once she realized I wasn't 
angry.

"But sometimes," I said, chiding her, "you drive me crazy."

"I'm sorry, Paul. I didn't expect you to hold out so long."

I looked at her questioningly.

She smiled. "Un-cuff me and I'll make it up to you."

I shook my head firmly and her hopeful expression wilted.

"Please?"

"No. I'm not done with you yet."

"What? Paul..." Her gaze darted towards the armoire, and all that 
it contained, and I actually saw a little panic in her eyes.

"Don't worry," I said soothingly. "I'm not going to hurt you." I 
nodded to the armoire myself. "Most of that stuff scares me."

She sighed and her panic seemed to slip away a little.

"But I _do_ have a naked woman tied to the bed," I said with a 
wicked grin. "And, well... I'd be crazy not to take advantage of 
that."

"What are you going to do?" she asked, the panic returning.

"Nothing that I wouldn't do if you weren't tied up."

Her body writhed beneath me and she looked up at me with pleading 
eyes. "Then please let me go. I'll do anything you want."

"Oh, I know."

"Thank you, Paul."

"You'll do anything I want because I'm going to keep you cuffed 
until we're done."

She cried out softly in disappointment and then squirmed again.

I reached behind me and cupped her smooth sex, insinuating a 
finger between the soft flesh of her slippery lips. She hissed as 
the ball of my hand pressed against her engorged clit. I pushed 
my middle finger into her pussy and slid it back and forth.

"You want me to stop?" I asked softly.

She licked her lips and shook her head vigorously.

"Good."

I tweaked her right nipple and then climbed off her chest. She 
moaned again, but quickly calmed down when she realized that I 
was moving between her legs. Her thighs parted as far as they 
could and I knelt on my heels between them, once again marveling 
at the sight of her shaved pussy.

Her inner lips were engorged and distended, and already wet with 
her fluids. I could smell her musk even over the musty smell of 
the room and the acrid tang of my own sweat. I put my palm on the 
soft skin of her inner thigh and ran my thumb along the length of 
her slit, making her shudder.

She bucked her hips at me, trying to force my thumb against her 
clit, but I pulled back. I looked up the length of her body and 
smiled to myself at her frustrated tension. My dick was still 
very hard, and I wanted to slide it inside her, but I restrained 
myself. Instead, I continued to rub her slippery labia with my 
thumb. Her pussy was practically gushing, and I could feel the 
waves of heat coming off her.

I moved my hand forward and shoved one finger into her, spreading 
her inner lips with my thumb and teasing her clit. She whimpered 
and lifted her hips when I pulled back and thrust another finger 
within her. She was soaking wet, and I started moving my fingers 
back and forth, gently sawing them against the slight ridges 
along her vaginal walls. Every time I thrust them into her, my 
thumb brushed against her clit and she moaned.

Finally, I pulled my fingers from her pussy and spread her juices 
over the head of my cock. I grasped the base with my right hand 
and scooted my hips forward. Susan felt me move and lifted her 
head to look down her torso at me. I smiled mischievously and 
rubbed the head of my cock all along her slit.

Her head fell back and her hips rose, trying to force me inside 
her. I lifted my cock away from her pussy and she groaned as she 
felt it move. When her hips sank back to the bed, I once again 
began to rub my cock along her slit. By the time I had the head 
coated in her juices, she was thrashing her head from side to 
side and whimpering.

My right hand still on my cock, I shifted my weight forward and 
planted my left hand on the bed. I levered my hips back and set 
the tip of my manhood at her entrance. Susan held very still when 
she realized I was about to enter her, and I looked down at her 
lust-filled expression.

"You want me to fuck you?" I asked softly.

Her nostrils flared as she took a deep breath and squeezed her 
eyes shut. She nodded quickly and then whimpered. I lowered my 
hips an inch or so, and the head of my cock parted her lips.

"Why should I?" I asked, with semi-sadistic glee. "You tease me 
all the time."

She only whimpered and thrashed her head.

I pulled the head of my dick away from her and slapped her mons 
with it. "Are you going to tease me any more?" I asked.

She shook her head, her eyes still closed tightly.

Once again, I smacked her mons with my erection. "I don't think 
you deserve to be fucked." I pulled back a fraction of an inch.

She cried out, a mixture of frustration and desire.

"Do you want it?"

She nodded. "Please, Paul. I'm so sorry I teased you. Please, 
please, please. I need it. I need to be fucked."

With that, I set my cock back at her entrance and planted my 
right hand alongside her body. With one smooth motion, I buried 
myself inside her, sliding forward effortlessly, until my hips 
met hers. Her eyes popped open and she looked at me with an 
expression of stunned pleasure. She was still covered in my 
semen, but it had spread when she thrashed her head, and her face 
was shiny. I looked into her eyes and began to thrust inside her.

It had been so long since I'd had my cock inside her, and it felt 
so good. She might not have been as tight as Amy, but she knew 
how to press back against me with her hips, or rotate them to 
exert more friction. I jabbed into her a few times, quickly, and 
then pulled back. Her pussy was a furnace, and even the warm air 
of the house felt cooler than her depths.

Her eyes met mine as I held my hips poised above her, and I 
smiled tightly. I slowly lowered myself, sliding into her one 
inch at a time, spreading her open with my girth, and her eyes 
rolled back in her head. She let out a throaty groan that was 
almost a growl and thrust her hips back at me.

I pulled out and then slammed back into her, making the bed shake 
with the force of my thrust. Susan started moaning as I pulled 
back and thrust again. When I finally settled into a rhythm and 
began fucking her in earnest, she clenched her teeth and breathed 
through her nose.

She was deeply flushed, and her breathing was becoming ragged. I 
could feel her vaginal muscles begin to grip me, but I didn't 
want to let her come yet, so I slid into her and held myself 
still. She cried out in frustration and ground her hips against 
me, trying to force her clit into contact with my pelvic bone.

I chuckled mischievously and began thrusting again, intent on 
making myself come as quickly as I could. My hips pounded into 
her, and I watched her breasts bounce as my orgasm built. I was 
close, very close, but I wanted to tease her a little bit more 
before I let her get off.

"Where do you want me to come?" I asked through clenched teeth.

She moaned incoherently.

"Your stomach, or your face?"

"Come... inside... me," she gasped.

"No." I shook my head, but she was so lost in the throes of her 
impending orgasm that she didn't see me. "Your stomach, or your 
face. Which'll it be?"

"In... side... me," she begged as I continued to thrust into her. 
"Please."

"Sorry," I said, feeling my climax imminent. "My choice."

I slid into her one final time and felt the first rush of orgasm. 
I pulled my cock out and let it slide along her channel. The 
crown bumped her clit and she cried out in frustration. I kept 
humping, dragging the underside of my cock along her slit, and 
felt the first spurt of semen coursing up my shaft. With a grunt, 
I pressed forward, rubbing my manhood against her slippery pussy. 
I ground my hips against her and shuddered with the force of my 
climax; waves of pleasure washed over me as I spurted onto her 
stomach.

As my orgasm slowly subsided, I looked down at Susan's frantic 
face. She looked at me wildly and pressed her hips against my 
erection. I smiled wickedly and pulled back, dragging my member 
along her length. When I looked down, I saw that her tummy was 
covered with drops of come, from her navel to the top of her 
smooth mons.

I pulled my legs forward and sat back on my haunches, still 
smiling. She thrust her hips at me, trying to bring her pussy 
into contact with any part of my body. I watched her efforts for 
a moment and then put my hand against her swollen and slippery 
inner lips. She gasped at the contact and rolled her hips.

With my other hand, I reached back and unfastened the cuff 
holding her right ankle. I switched hands on her pussy and 
unbuckled the other ankle cuff. Since I was concentrating on her 
pussy, it took her a moment to realize that her legs were free. I 
didn't want her to come immediately, but I didn't want to let her 
relax either. I wanted to keep her in that pre-orgasmic limbo 
where the world was fuzzy and her whole body tingled with desire.

I straddled her leg, never removing my fingers from her pussy, 
and began to unbuckle her right wrist. I could tell that she 
realized I was freeing her, but the implications had yet to 
register. When they did, she looked at me with a lust-crazed 
expression and I experienced a moment of panic. Her glance darted 
to my semi-erect penis and I relaxed a fraction.

When I reached over her body to get at the cuff on her left 
wrist, I finally had to withdraw my fingers from her steamy 
pussy. After I got the last cuff off her, she suddenly sat up and 
pushed me onto my back. For one panicked moment, I thought that 
she was going to try to cuff _me_ to the bed. To my relief, she 
only knelt between my legs.

In one lunge, she swallowed my entire tumescent cock, wrapping 
her lips around the base of my shaft. I partially sat up, 
supporting myself on my elbows, and watched as she hungrily 
sucked me back to life. She thrust one hand between her legs and 
started coming almost as soon as her fingers touched her clit.

Her body tensed, and then she quivered with release as the first 
tingles of pleasure reached her brain. She took my resurgent 
member all the way into her throat and moaned deep in her chest. 
She pulled back a little, letting some of my length slip from her 
lips, and then exhaled sharply, making a coughing sound as she 
came.

She heaved with the force of her orgasm, trembling and shuddering 
as her climax crashed over her. When her quivering subsided, I 
expected her to pull her lips from my member and collapse. To my 
surprise, she started sucking me with long, sure strokes. Her arm 
started moving again, and I could tell that her fingers were 
dancing in small circles over her clit.

Since I had come so recently, I knew I was in no danger of 
shooting off too soon. In all honestly, I didn't think she could 
easily coax another ejaculation from my drained balls. She licked 
and sucked me expertly, however, using my cock more for her 
pleasure than my own. She gently sucked me for a long time, and 
when she finally pulled her mouth from my penis, I thought she 
was giving up.

"Come in my mouth," she said, giving my cock a quick lick. "I 
want to taste you."

When she took my member back in her mouth, she ran her tongue 
along the length of the underside ridge. Her fingers were still 
moving in lazy circles over her pussy, and I could tell by her 
body language that she was holding herself on the verge of 
orgasm.

She took me into the back of her throat and swallowed, working 
the ring of muscles against my glans. I groaned and felt the 
first stirrings of my orgasm. She moaned in appreciation when I 
clenched my buttocks and made my cock swell in her mouth. When 
she started bobbing up and down, taking long, slow strokes and 
dragging her lips over my length, I knew that I wouldn't last 
much longer.

Susan felt my orgasm welling up, and her hand went into 
overdrive. The tendrils of pleasure tickling my groin began to 
spread, and I tensed my legs and back, trying to thrust more of 
my cock down her throat. With a rush, I came, balling my hands 
into fists and shooting my hot semen over her tongue. She 
whimpered as the first spurts splashed against the back of her 
throat, and I felt her tense up with her own orgasm.

I closed my eyes and felt my fingernails dig into my palms, while 
bursts of pure ecstasy raced over all my nerve endings. Susan 
groaned and shuddered with the force of her own climax, and then 
I stopped paying attention to the world around me.

When I finally opened my eyes and relaxed, I was panting and 
seeing spots. I slowly unclenched my fists and sagged against the 
mattress. I vaguely felt Susan's lips leave my wilting erection 
as she crawled up my body and collapsed next to me.

-----

I know I must have dozed off, but I had no idea how much time had 
passed. When I opened my eyes, Susan was still lying against my 
side, one arm thrown possessively across my chest. We were 
covered in a combination of sweat, our own fluids, and dust.

I felt her stirring next to me, and when I looked down at her, I 
had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. She was a mess, with 
my come dried on her face and in her hair. I knew I probably 
didn't look much better, and I could feel the tackiness of drying 
semen where her belly was pressed against me. The aroma of our 
coupling still lingered in the air, and I smiled to myself as I 
recalled the look on her face when I'd first told her that I 
wasn't going to un-cuff her.

She stirred again and snuffled softly. I hugged her to me, 
despite the fact that the room was sweltering and her body 
against mine was like a lava flow, all soft and flowing and hot. 
I felt her shift again, and realized that she was awake. When she 
lifted her head to look at me, I smiled as brightly as I could. 
She smiled in return, and I took her hand and playfully moved it 
down to my flaccid penis. She gave me a quick squeeze, but shook 
her head.

"My mouth's a little tired," she said.

It had only been a half-hearted attempt, so I nodded. Susan 
rolled into a sitting position and tugged me upright as well.

"What came over _you?_" she asked. "You were like a different 
person."

I shrugged. "I dunno."

"Well," she said, smiling unrepentantly. "I suppose I started 
it."

I nodded.

"But you certainly finished it," she said with a snort of 
laughter. "I just didn't think you'd hold out as long as you 
did."

"Hold out?"

She grinned at my confused expression and grabbed my hand. "Let's 
go outside and rinse off, and I'll explain."

-----

As with the rest of the house, the shower outside was the mirror 
image of the one at Susan's. She rummaged around in the linen 
closet and found us clean towels, which we hung on the pegs by 
the tiled shower area.

The day was still hot and muggy, but with a gentle breeze 
blowing, it felt a little cooler outside. I checked the time on 
the way out to the courtyard, and discovered that it was almost 
four o'clock. I didn't think we'd slept that long, or had sex 
that long, but evidently we had.

Susan started the shower and it gushed rust-colored water for a 
few moments, until the pipes cleared. When the water began to run 
steady and clear, she took a deep breath and plunged under the 
spray. I watched with unconcealed amusement as the cold water 
sluiced over her and made her nipples hard and crinkly. She 
scrubbed her face first, and then turned around to drench her 
hair.

Once she was completely wet, her eyes popped open and fixed upon 
me. When she saw me grinning at her, she began to splash me with 
water. I decided that one quick dousing was better than a 
thousand cold droplets, so I stepped under the spray with her. No 
matter how hot the day might have been, stepping under the cold 
shower was still a shock. My testicles quickly retreated into my 
belly and Susan grinned insufferably.

She stepped aside and let me wet my hair. Neither of us had 
thought to bring soap from the house, but the feeling of simply 
washing away the day's accumulated grime was almost good enough. 
Standing under the spray, I scrubbed my face and then stepped 
aside so Susan could scrub her body. I lent a hand, stepping 
close to her and washing off her back while she stood facing the 
spray. When her back was as clean as I was going to get it 
without soap and washcloth, I reached around and cupped her 
breasts, enjoying their heft and firmness.

She playfully slapped my hands away and stepped from under the 
spray. I ducked under it and began scrubbing myself off, with a 
little help from Susan, of course. By the time we were done, we 
weren't squeaky clean, but we wouldn't look like two homeless 
people when we drove back through the camp to Susan's house.

"What did you mean when you said you didn't think I'd hold out as 
long as I did?" I asked, while we toweled off.

"I've been sending you signals all day long, and you didn't act 
on any of them," Susan said with mock exasperation.

"Signals? What signals?"

She pursed her lips and looked at me archly. When she realized I 
was serious, her expression changed to forbearance. "Signals, 
Paul. Signals that I wanted you to have sex with me."

"You mean...?"

She nodded. "All day, that's all I could think about. I thought 
you knew that and were just teasing me."

I shook my head.

Her brow creased in confusion. "I thought I was being obvious. 
You mean, you didn't get my signals?"

"I don't even know what 'signals' you keep talking about," I said 
a little peevishly. "They're obviously not like smoke signals."

She actually laughed at that. "No, they're not. They're signals 
like when I took off my bottoms and bent over in front of you, or 
when I played at measuring your dick... I do think you're a little 
longer, by the way. All afternoon, packing up the files, when I'd 
brush against you, or spread my legs a little more than I had to-
-you didn't realize I wanted you to have sex with me?"

"No." I said, shaking my head. "Why didn't you just ask me?"

She smiled ruefully and actually blushed. "It would have been 
quicker, wouldn't it?"

"Well, yeah. I thought you didn't want to."

"What ever gave you that idea?" she asked.

"I dunno. I guess this morning, when all you did was talk about 
Kirk and Doug, I thought you weren't interested in me any more," 
I said, trying not to sound dejected.

She stepped close and hugged me, her breasts mashing into my 
stomach. I put my arms around her and returned her embrace.

"I'll always be interested in you, Paul," she said earnestly. 
"Always." We stood like that for a minute or two, just holding 
each other. When she pulled back, she looked up at me. "You were 
just in such a funk this morning," she said. "I didn't think you 
were in the mood."

I shrugged. "I guess."

"Well, that's in the past. I still want you, more than ever. But 
I think we're going to have to talk about signals, and acting on 
them. Before that, however, we need to talk about The Room."

I could hear the capital letters in her voice.

"I enjoyed this afternoon, but if you ever want to do it again," 
she said, alluding to the cuffs and other bondage paraphernalia, 
"we need to have a safe word."

"Huh?"

"A safe word," she explained patiently. "For when I really, 
_really_ mean let me loose, or stop what you're doing." She 
thought for a moment. "If I ever say 'potato,' then I really mean 
stop and listen to me."

"That's okay," I said. "It was fun, but I kinda like it more when 
you're not tied up."

"Well," she said with a smirk. "A little bondage is fun, but not 
all the time. And no pain. It may work for other people, but it 
doesn't do anything for me. Except hurt, that is."

"Definitely."

"Good," she said cheerfully. "Now that we've got that settled, 
let's go close the windows and start the air conditioner. We can 
talk about signals on the way back to the house. I want a real 
shower, with real shampoo, and real soap."

I nodded enthusiastically, and we walked back into the house.

-----

"I've been thinking about it," Susan said after we'd gotten into 
her car for the short drive from Mr. Kestrel's house to hers. "I 
don't really need to tell you much about signals. Most of them, 
you can figure out on your own. You just need to know when you're 
getting them, and when to act on them. That's actually a bit 
trickier." She looked at me, to make sure I was paying attention, 
and put the car into gear. "You know when I took your dick down 
my throat, when I was measuring you?"

I nodded.

"I thought that was pretty obvious."

Well, duh.

"I expected you to put your hands on my head and then I'd keep 
going." She looked at me as she started down the sandy road 
leading to the rest of the camp. "Why didn't you?"

"I dunno."

"Well, I think I _do_. It's just that I'm a little different than 
most women."

I nodded sagely. "You like sex," I said matter-of-factly.

She actually laughed at me. When she saw the hurt expression on 
my face, she became a little more serious, but not much. "Yes and 
no. Yes, I like sex. No, I'm not one of the only women who do."

"Huh?"

"It's not just men who like sex. Most women like it too. And just 
like men, there are those of us who like it a lot."

My brow creased in thought.

"Does your mom like sex?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Does Gina like sex?"

I cringed a little at the thought of Gina, but nodded.

"How about Stacy?"

"Definitely," I said quickly.

"Believe me, women like sex as much as men do," she said frankly. 
"We just have to be more circumspect about it, or we're called 
sluts."

"I'd _never_," I started to protest.

"I know you wouldn't. But some people, a lot of people, would 
call us that. Even with women's lib, sometimes it's still not 
okay for a woman to show that she wants sex."

"That's dumb."

"Yeah," she said, nodding. "It is. But it's the way the world 
works."

"Why?"

"The answer's not so easy, and I'm not really sure myself. I 
guess it has a lot to do with how people were brought up."

"I guess," I said, shaking my head.

"But that's really beside the point. What it means is that if a 
woman wants sex, she usually won't just come right out and ask 
for it. I mean," she darted a glance at my crotch, "I _know_ when 
you're horny. But with women, sometimes it's tougher to tell."

I nodded.

"So we'll send out signals that we're interested in a guy."

Suddenly, I began to Get It. "Like when you bent over and pulled 
off your bottoms!"

"Exactly. I was hoping you'd maybe start playing with me, or at 
least start thinking about it."

"Oh," I assured her. "I started thinking about it."

"But you didn't do anything about it," she said.

I shook my head. 

"Why?"

"I dunno." I thought about it for a moment, and she quietly 
steering down the tree-lined road while I did. "I guess I wasn't 
sure you really wanted to."

"Believe me," she said, "I wanted to." She grinned at me, and I 
couldn't help but grin in return. "But that's where I'm different 
than a lot of women," she continued. "I'll actually ask for it. A 
lot of women, especially when they're younger, won't."

I thought about it for a moment and realized she was probably 
right. Then something occurred to me. "So why didn't you just 
ask? Why all the signals?"

It was her turn to shrug. "I don't know, really. Maybe I was also 
worried that _you_ weren't interested in _me_ anymore."

"Ha! Not likely."

She smiled at me, and I suddenly felt a lot better.

"Well," she said, still smiling. "Now that that's settled, let 
get back to signals." At my nod, she continued. "You've got to be 
good at reading them _and_ confident enough to do something about 
it."

I looked at her questioningly.

"You'll learn to spot them," she said, with more confidence than 
I felt. "You already probably recognize a lot of them, but just 
don't know it. But you also need to realize that if you're seeing 
them, and you're reading them correctly, most women will expect 
you to make the first move."

"They will?" I hoped I didn't sound as incredulous as I actually 
was.

"Yes, they will," she said seriously. "And you need to realize 
this--with a few exceptions, most women aren't going to send out 
signals if they don't mean to." She turned down the main road of 
the camp and then looked at me to make sure I was still paying 
attention. Satisfied that I was, she continued. "The exceptions 
are the women who are just prick teases, but you'll learn to 
recognize them fairly quickly. When you make the first move, 
they'll keep teasing you, or act offended, or something else to 
show you that your advances aren't welcome."

"Yeah," I said. "I know some girls like that at school."

"Mmm hmm." We drove for a minute or two more, and when we reached 
her house, she pulled into the garage. Before getting out, she 
turned in the seat and looked at me seriously. "You'll just have 
to pay attention to the woman in question, and decide for 
yourself if she wants you to make the first move or not. But no 
matter what," she said, suddenly very serious. "No means no. Do 
you understand that?"

I nodded firmly.

"Good. I knew you would," she said, still serious. "But always 
remember it."

I nodded again.

"Okay," she said, considerably brighter. "Now, I want to take a 
real shower. And while we're in there, I can teach you the 
signals for 'I want you to bend me over and fuck me slowly.'"

She grinned mischievously, and we both practically raced into the 
house.

-----

After the shower, I was pretty tired. While the day had been 
light on actual packing, it had been heavy on everything else. 
Before going up to the clubhouse for dinner, Susan sucked me off 
one more time. I guess she was trying to make up for the past 
several months, but I was sure my balls were going to go on 
strike if I didn't give them a short break.

Susan joined us for dinner, and Mom noticed that I was in a much 
better mood. She smiled at Susan and thanked her softly. I don't 
think she meant for me to hear, but I did. At dinner, Susan and I 
told everyone about some of the stuff at Mr. Kestrel's, leaving 
out any mention of The Room.

Susan still estimated that it would take about a week to pack up 
everything. We would have to go into town to buy more boxes and 
wrapping paper, along with some moving blankets for the 
furniture, but the work should be pretty easy.

"After we get everything packed up," Susan said, "we'll probably 
have to hire a moving van to get it all to the Salvation Army and 
into storage. It could be tricky, hiring movers. Fortunately, 
Uncle Bernie's house is away from the rest of the camp, so they 
shouldn't bother anyone."

"Why don't we do it?" I asked.

"That's a lot of stuff to move, son," Dad said.

"I know, Dad, but...," I turned to Susan. "When's Manfred's family 
getting here?"

She thought for a moment. "If I recall, they'll be in the week 
after the Fourth of July. The seventh, I think."

"And Jenny's family? The Jordans?"

"The same week," she said. "Why?"

"Gina's family will be here the week before the Fourth. And I 
guess I was thinking that nothing really looked all that heavy. 
Instead of paying a couple of guys to move all that stuff, why 
not rent a U-Haul truck and just pay the four of us, Manfred, 
Jenny, Gina, and me?"

Mom and Dad looked at me with unconcealed amazement. I tried not 
to smile at the looks on their faces. Had their son just 
_volunteered_ to do a day's worth of heavy labor? Yes, I thought 
to myself smugly.

"How much will movers cost?" I asked.

Both Dad and Susan looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Probably about 25 to 30 dollars an hour, Suz," Dad said. "For a 
truck and two movers."

"At least that," Susan said, nodding. "And we'd have to pay them 
for the drive out, and then the drive back to town. That's three 
hours right there."

"Say, 10 hours, from start to finish," Dad said.

I was frantically doing math in my head.

"At least," Susan agreed.

"So you can pay each of us $75, and we'll do it," I said.

"Hold on there, son," Dad said. "The objective here it to _save_ 
some money. Susan will still have to drive into town and rent the 
truck, and that'll cost money." Dad looked at Mom and they had 
some secret parent conversation in silence. "I think $50 each 
would be more than fair," Dad said, turning back to me. "What do 
you think, Suz?"

"I think if the others are willing to do it," she said, and then 
turned to me, "you've got a deal."

I practically beamed.

"This'll be a real job, son," Dad said levelly. "Not goofing off 
with your friends."

"Yes, sir." I didn't usually call him sir, but I did then, 
knowing that it would let him know I was serious about doing a 
good job.

"Will it be okay waiting until then?" my mom asked. "I mean, did 
Gregory say when he wanted to pick up everything from storage?"

Susan nodded. "He was going to come up from Columbia after Labor 
Day weekend, and take care of things here--things like the 
closing for the sale of the house and property."

Mom, Dad, and Susan started talking about the sale of Mr. 
Kestrel's house, Gregory, and other stuff that I wasn't paying 
attention to. I was doing math in my head, figuring up how much 
I'd get paid for packing, and then for the actual moving. As I 
added up the dollar signs, I smiled to myself. This could be a 
profitable summer.

-----

The next morning, I woke up and blinked a few times to clear my 
eyes. I was hoping to see Mom and Dad having sex again, but when 
I saw how much light was coming through the windows, I realized 
it was probably too late for me to get my wish. I rolled over 
just as Mom stepped out of the bathroom. She looked up and smiled 
when she saw me peering over the edge of the top bunk.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she said quietly.

"Mornin'." I swung my legs over to the ladder.

Dad was still in bed, and so was Erin, so I tried not to make 
much noise climbing down.

"Do you and Susan have a lot to do today?" she asked.

I shrugged.

"That was very nice of you to volunteer to help with the move," 
she said, stepping close to me.

I was acutely aware of her closeness, and her body, but I willed 
my penis not to react. Instead, I just nodded.

Mom smiled and lifted up to kiss me on the cheek. "Go on," she 
said. "Hurry up so your breakfast isn't cold when you get there." 
She actually swatted my bare ass as I headed towards the 
bathroom.

On the way to Susan's, I started thinking about our "usual" 
breakfast routine, and felt my penis stir in response. I picked 
up my pace a little, already looking forward to the day. I knew 
we had lots of work to do, but just knowing that Susan was still 
interested in me felt like a large weight had been lifted from my 
shoulders.

When I got to her house, she was sitting outside at the wrought 
iron table, reading the newspaper.

"Good morning, sunshine," she said.

I only grinned in response.

"You look like you're in a good mood this morning."

I nodded cheerfully.

"Not feeling very talkative?"

I shook my head, still grinning.

"Okay," she said, folding the newspaper and laying it on the 
table. "What would you like for breakfast?"

I shrugged noncommittally.

"How's cereal and some cheese toast sound?"

It sounded good to me, so I quickly nodded.

"Do you know what _I_ want for breakfast?" she asked.

I _hoped_ I knew what she wanted for breakfast, but I actually 
blushed when I saw her lecherous expression. Oh yeah, I thought 
to myself, she wants what I hope she wants. I stepped closer to 
her and she reached out to gently grip my flaccid penis. She had 
me stand closer, and I quickly hardened in her hand.

When her lips touched my glans, I put my hand on the back of her 
head to direct her motions. She swirled her tongue around my 
sensitive head, and I gently thrust my hips forward. I pressed 
the back of her head forward, but she pulled back, letting my 
erection slip from her mouth.

"Whose breakfast is this?" she asked good-naturedly.

Chagrinned, I took my hand off her head.

She grinned playfully at me and resumed her sucking.

I don't think I'll ever get used to the sight of a woman sucking 
my dick; it's one of the most erotic things I can think of, and 
Susan certainly knew how to put on a good show. While she fondled 
my balls with one hand, she idly played with herself with the 
other.

When she took my length into the back of her throat and clamped 
her lips around the base of my shaft, I knew I wouldn't last much 
longer. Her lips raked back over my dick as she pulled her head 
back, and she flicked her tongue against the underside of my 
glans.

I felt the first rush of semen boiling up, and I could tell that 
Susan sensed it as well. She wrapped her lips firmly around my 
shaft, about halfway down, and moved her hand from my balls to 
the base of my cock. With firm strokes, and little teasing flicks 
of her tongue, she drove me over the edge.

My back arched and I felt my muscles go taut as the first stream 
of semen spurted over her tongue. Susan swallowed greedily, 
pumping my cock with her fist. I stood stock still as jet after 
jet of come filled her mouth.

When the spurts finally slowed, and then stopped altogether, 
Susan kept sucking me, taking care to avoid the supersensitive 
head. The feeling was better than words can describe, so I closed 
my eyes and simply enjoyed it.

By the time my breathing slowed to normal, she was still sucking 
my half-hard manhood. I was enjoying myself, but evidently, my 
stomach wasn't. It rumbled loudly and Susan pulled back. I was 
mortified, and didn't know what to say, especially when she 
started laughing.

One look at her expression, however, told me that she wasn't 
really laughing at me so much as the situation. She gave my 
saliva-slick cock one final kiss and then stood up, still 
grinning.

"Well," she said. "I believe your stomach is in dire need." She 
winked at me. "At least, I assume it is, judging by the loud 
complaints."

I grinned sheepishly. "It's not my fault. _I_ was having fun." I 
struck my best innocent pose. "It was _him_, your honor. I didn't 
have a thing to do with making that noise."

Susan laughed again, kissed me on the cheek, and then pulled me 
towards the house.

-----

After breakfast, Susan packed us a lunch and we headed over to 
Mr. Kestrel's. We decided to pack up the sitting den. In Susan's 
house, it was her office, but Mr. Kestrel had turned the same 
space into an "I love me" room, with pictures of his time in the 
Marine Corps, pictures of the places he'd been, pictures of the 
people he'd met, and things like that. A lot of the room was 
going to go into storage for Gregory to go through later.

The air conditioner had cooled the house overnight, and it was 
actually pleasant to work there. Susan and I took the remaining 
boxes from the back of her station wagon, and got to work. I was 
responsible for packing the boxes, while Susan wrote a quick and 
basic packing list on the side of each one.

Since we had already established that we were both still very 
much attracted to one another, we teased and flirted the entire 
time we were working. She had taken off her bikini bottoms as 
soon as we arrived, and I immediately started playing with her 
smooth pussy.

The rest of the morning went much the same way. She would flash 
me, or bend over in front of me, teasing me with flashes of her 
body in suggestive poses. To tease her, I would stroke myself for 
a moment while she watched, or play with her pussy whenever she 
bent over. By lunchtime, we had half the room packed and had 
worked ourselves into a fevered state.

We were walking through the living room, on the way to the 
kitchen and our sandwiches, when Susan suddenly stopped in front 
of me and I bumped into her. She grinned at me over her shoulder, 
and I could tell that she'd done it for the sole purpose of 
getting me to run into her.

Instead of pulling back, however, I pushed her forward and she 
bent over the arm of a fabric-covered easy chair. I quickly 
reached between us and ran my fingers over her pussy, finding her 
wet and ready. My cock reacted, and I went from semi-hard to full 
erection almost instantly.

I steadied myself and rubbed the head of my dick over her pussy, 
coating it with her juices. With one swift lunge, I buried myself 
inside her. She groaned at the sudden intrusion, but I could tell 
that she was enjoying herself. I put both hands on her hips and 
she braced herself against the opposite chair arm.

I wanted to slam into her at full force, and barely restrained 
myself. I thrust into her a few times, hard, and then settled 
into a powerful, steady rhythm. Every time my hips slammed into 
her ass, her hands slipped forward, and she was having a hard 
time holding her shoulders up. I couldn't have cared less; I was 
enjoying the furnace-like heat of her pussy and the wonderful 
friction created by my passage through her channel.

Susan moaned with each thrust, so I sped my pace, pounding into 
her at a frantic rate. I wanted to come, but I also wanted to 
look into her eyes as I filled her pussy with my seed. I pulled 
my glistening shaft from her body and she cried out in 
frustration at the loss.

I didn't even tell her what I was going to do; I just did it. I 
roughly pulled her back and pushed her to the floor. She squawked 
in protest, but I ignored it and dropped to my knees between her 
legs. As I moved forward and spread her knees, her pussy opened 
up before me. I spread my knees to lower my hips and set the head 
of my cock at her entrance.

Heat radiated from her pussy, and without ceremony, I shoved 
myself inside her, eliciting a groan as I did. I put one hand on 
either side of her torso to support myself and began hammering 
her with my cock. I wanted to feel my come squirting inside her 
depths, and I didn't let up until my climax was imminent.

With one final thrust, I lunged into her and buried myself to the 
root. She hooked her heels against the backs of my thighs as my 
cock swelled and began to spurt. I closed my eyes and gritted my 
teeth as orgasmic pleasure washed over me.

When I came to my senses, I was panting and still very hard 
inside her. Susan was breathing hard as well, and looking at me 
with an expression I didn't recognize. I started to pull back, 
ready to begin thrusting again, but felt her legs lock behind my 
ass and hold me in place.

"Wait a minute there, buster," she said, still panting.

I looked at her blankly and panic began to well up within me. 
Hadn't she liked it? I thought she said she was still interested 
in me, that she still wanted to have sex with me. She'd been 
teasing me all day, and she seemed to like it when I teased her...

"We need to talk," she said evenly.

I look at her and blinked, confused.

"Before you go flailing away at me again, giving both of us a bad 
case of carpet burn, let's... chat."

She tightened her legs and held my pelvis against her, my 
erection still inside her. With growing concern, I suddenly 
realized just how strong she was. I could have wrenched free, if 
I'd really worked at it, but I probably would have hurt her in 
the process. I looked down at her and felt my heart continue to 
race.

"Relax," she said calmly. "You want to talk about what you're 
upset about?"

"Huh?"

"What are you angry about?" she asked slowly.

I felt my brow crease uncertainly.

"You must be angry about something, because that sure was angry 
sex."

I looked at her blankly.

She let the silence draw out.

"I thought you said I should make the first move," I said lamely, 
trying not to sound plaintive.

She nodded. "But there's a difference between being making the 
first move--being assertive--and just plain being aggressive."

I ought to get a patent on blank looks, I thought to myself 
darkly.

"When you make the first move, you're being assertive, which 
means taking charge, but not necessarily taking complete 
control."

"Huh?"

"What if I hadn't wanted to roll over onto my back?" she asked.

I started to answer, but she cut me off.

"You just flipped me over and started pounding away."

"But you said... I mean, I... I made the first move... I thought...
the 
signals. You said..."

"I know what I said, Paul," she said soothingly. "And you didn't 
misread the signals. I wanted to have sex with you."

I looked at her, my confusion only deepening.

"I just didn't want to be thrown around like a rag doll and used 
for your pleasure."

"But... I..."

"Shhhh." She put her finger against my lips. "It's okay, Paul. Do 
you understand the difference between assertive and aggressive?"

I shook my head, finally confronted with a question I knew the 
answer to.

She smiled gently. "Aggressive is taking what you want, 
regardless of the consequences or the other person's feelings." 
She waited for me to nod. "Assertive is letting me know what you 
want, so I can go along with it if I want to."

I digested that, thinking through what she had said, wrapping my 
mind around it slowly.

"I'm not saying you have to ask permission for everything you 
do," she said when she saw I was once again paying attention. 
"But you really should pay attention to what _I_ want as well as 
what you want. Do you understand?"

"I think so. Maybe."

"If you'd said, 'I want you on the floor, so I can get between 
your legs,' I probably would've gone along with you."

I nodded slowly.

"That's being assertive. You let me know what you want, and give 
me a chance to go along with it." She paused and looked 
thoughtful for a moment, and then loosened her leg-lock on my 
waist so she could move her hips beneath me. "Thrust into me a 
few times so you don't go soft."

I suddenly noticed that I was indeed starting to go soft, so I 
did as she asked, slowly pulling out and driving back into her. 
The sensations of her pussy walls gripping my cock quickly 
brought me back to life. She felt my swelling and smiled up at 
me. Just for good measure, I thrust a few more times after I was 
completely erect, and then buried myself inside her.

"Good," she said, wiggling her hips again. "Now, where was I? Oh, 
yes. Instead of telling me what you wanted, you just threw me 
around like we were on a wrestling mat."

I smiled ruefully at the accusation, mostly because she was 
correct.

"And that kind of made me angry," she said. At my panicked look, 
she put her hand on my cheek and looked up at me. "I'm fine now, 
I know you didn't mean to make me angry."

I relaxed somewhat. 

"But you need to realize that I did get a little put out when you 
did it, because you were so aggressive about the whole thing."

I nodded, feeling my face redden and heat up.

"I don't want to have sex with a man who's always asking my 
permission, though. And I definitely don't want to have sex with 
an aggressive man."

She called me a man! My heart raced, but I tried to remain 
contrite and keep my expression repentant.

"I want to have sex with an assertive man," she said, looking 
into my eyes. "Do you understand?"

I nodded. I thought I actually _did_ understand what she was 
talking about, although I knew I'd have to pay attention to my 
actions in the future.

"Good."

When she looked into my eyes again, I felt her hips shift and she 
smiled suggestively.

"Now, I want to try this again," she said, humping against me 
gently. "I want you to take that wonderful, thick, hard cock of 
yours and fuck me. And if you want something, be assertive, let 
me know. Chances are, I'll want it too."

Her eyes positively smoldered as I pulled back for the first 
thrust.

-----

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