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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 07
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mF, teen, oral
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER SEVEN

The next day, Susan and I worked at Mr. Kestrel's house. Except 
for a short lunch break, we worked non-stop. We both wanted to 
finish the majority of the packing before lunchtime on Friday. We 
also had to decide what to do with The Room.

We hadn't used any of the bondage equipment again, and for the 
most part, that suited me fine. I thought it might be fun to tie 
her up and tease her--or some other willing partner--but it 
wasn't something I fantasized about very often. The idea still 
excited me, and it was something I was willing to try again, but 
I guess the mechanical nature of the room intimidated me a 
little.

"I don't think Gregory even knew about The Room," Susan said as 
we walked back to her house, exhausted from the day's work.

I shook my head.

"I don't think we should simply pack things up, either," she 
said.

"No."

"And we certainly can't leave the room as it is."

"You could donate it to the camp," I suggested, grinning tiredly.

Susan nodded thoughtfully. "Mmm hmm. We could have volleyball, 
shuffleboard, bondage and discipline, badminton, and frisbee 
golf. You know," she said, grinning in reply, "all the things a 
fun summer camp has."

We were silent for a few minutes, both of us too tired to keep up 
the banter.

"We've also got to think about the women in those pictures," 
Susan said. "I'm sure most of them realized Uncle Bernie was 
taking their picture, but I don't think they'd want anyone else 
to see them."

I merely nodded.

"So I'm thinking we should probably just burn the pictures and 
magazines."

"Yeah, probably."

"And the furniture is good stuff, we just need to... clean it up a 
bit."

I nodded, understanding what she meant. We'd have to take the 
eyebolts out of the bed and chair, and clean out the armoire. But 
I didn't know what we'd do with the padded bench. I could think 
of only one thing it was good for, and I didn't think the 
Salvation Army really wanted a "fuck bench."

"For the rest of the room, mostly the stuff in the armoire, I 
think I know what to do with it."

I looked at her sidelong and wondered what she was thinking.

She saw my look and grinned. "I have a friend in town who would 
probably take it. She's... into... that sort of thing."

I raised my eyebrows at that, but Susan merely shrugged and kept 
walking.

When we got to her house, we showered together, but were too 
tired to do more than a little playful groping. Boy, I thought to 
myself, working all day sure makes you stop thinking about sex 
all the time. I wondered if that was what it was like to be a 
grown-up. With a shudder, I put the thought out of my mind.

-----

On Thursday, we cleaned out The Room. While Susan boxed up the 
cuffs, restraints, and other things from the armoire, I took 
several loads of pictures and magazines out to the burn barrel 
behind the house. Looking at all the pictures of naked people, 
bound and having sex, I got the beginning of an erection.

Susan noticed, grinning at me when I walked back into the room. 
She went to the linen closet, retrieved a towel, and covered the 
chair's padded leather seat with it. She had me sit down, then 
she knelt between my legs. When she was comfortably situated, she 
gently stroked me to full erection.

She took her time sucking me, building me toward climax several 
times, and then slowing things down just as I was ready to 
explode. When I did finally come, it felt like I was draining my 
entire body through my penis. Her lips still locked around my 
shaft, Susan actually cried out in surprise at the amount of come 
I spurted into her mouth.

It took me a while to regain my senses, and when I did, I looked 
down to find a very satisfied Susan resting comfortably against 
my leg, her head on my thigh.

"I love doing that," she said languorously.

I swallowed hard and nodded. My dick was still stiff and my 
entire body was tingling, but I felt so drained that I simply 
wanted to take a nap. Susan gave my cock a smoldering look and 
then took a deep breath. When she reached up and started fondling 
me, I almost pulled her hand off. She quickly realized that my 
head was still very sensitive and only stroked the base.

When she rolled back to her knees and laid her arms along my 
thighs, I gripped the chair and watched her, captivated. She 
tilted her face to the side and tenderly kissed my balls. My cock 
twitched at the promise of attention, and she smiled. She kissed 
up along the underside of my manhood and then captured the tip 
with her mouth.

She began inching her lips down my shaft and didn't stop until 
she'd nearly swallowed my entire length. When she wrapped her 
lips around the base of my dick, I felt her nose pressing against 
my pubic hair. She worked her jaw and I groaned through clenched 
teeth.

My cock slowly emerged from her mouth, shiny with her saliva, and 
she grinned at me as she let the head slip from her lips. I 
grinned in reply and she lowered her head again. As she started 
bobbing up and down, I gripped the arms of the chair and closed 
my eyes.

When I felt her move, I opened my eyes and looked up, but smiled 
when I realized she'd thrust her right hand between her legs. Her 
hips immediately started gyrating as she pleasured herself. Her 
lips were stretched over my girth and her eyes were closed. What 
a beautiful sight, I thought to myself.

Since my first orgasm had been so powerful, the second one took 
longer. For the most part, Susan merely suckled my cock and 
masturbated herself. Her breathing became irregular and she 
started moaning deep in her chest.

 From the flush creeping up her neck to her face, I knew she was 
close to orgasm. When it crashed over her, she clamped her lips 
around my manhood and stopped moving altogether. I was close 
enough to my own climax that I reached down and quickly gripped 
the exposed base of my cock. A few quick, firm strokes, and I was 
squirting into her mouth.

She moaned appreciatively as I coated her tongue with my white-
hot seed. My ejaculation wasn't as strong as it had been before, 
but I don't think she cared. She simply shuddered and moaned in 
the throes of her release. My orgasm subsided long before hers 
did, and I watched as aftershocks rocked her body.

We both practically collapsed--her against my leg and me against 
the back of the chair--and lay panting for a long time. My dick 
was slowly shrinking, but she didn't seem inclined to let me go. 
I didn't mind at all.

-----

About fifteen minutes later, Susan stood up slowly and thrust her 
hand out to help me stand. I took her proffered hand, but used my 
other hand and legs to propel myself upright.

"Let's go light the picture and magazine pyre," Susan said. "And 
then we can have some lunch."

I nodded and we headed toward the back yard. Once there, I used a 
rolled-up magazine to light the rest of the contents of the 
barrel. When everything was burning steadily, we headed back 
inside.

After lunch, I went back out to check on the burn barrel and then 
rejoined Susan in the house. We spent the rest of the day packing 
up Mr. Kestrel's bedroom. Most of his clothes were going to the 
Salvation Army, but the furniture would go into storage for 
Gregory.

We finished a little before five in the afternoon, and walked 
back to Susan's house in silence. We took a shower together, but 
once again, we were too tired to do more than simply wash. 
Afterward, Susan had dinner with my family in the clubhouse.

Dad had to fly a trip the next evening, so he planned to leave in 
the morning. Mom was going to drive him to Columbia, so he could 
jumpseat back to Atlanta on a company flight. Because of the way 
his flights worked out, he'd have a short layover in Atlanta--
where he'd spend the night at our house--and then he'd return to 
camp late in the month.

When we finished dinner, Mom suggested that Erin and I relax by 
the lake. She and Dad were going to spend some time with Susan at 
her house. I wanted to come along, but Mom told me it was just 
going to be adults at Susan's house. Wasn't I an adult too? 
Evidently not. In reality, I was too tired to argue, so Erin and 
I headed down to enjoy the evening breeze by the lake.

-----

Friday morning, Mom fixed a big breakfast. Afterward, she and Dad 
went up to the cabin so he could shower, shave, and get ready to 
go. Susan stopped by the clubhouse and then walked back up to the 
cabin with Erin and me. I noticed Erin giving Susan appraising 
glances, but Susan affected not to notice. I smiled to myself at 
Erin's inquisitiveness, but didn't say anything.

When we got to the cabin, Mom was straightening Dad's tie. Erin 
picked up his uniform jacket while I hefted his heavy Jepps case 
in one hand and his travel suitcase in the other. I chuckled to 
myself when I realized how much lighter the two bags seemed. I 
was much stronger than I'd been the year before, and lifted them 
with ease.

The car was parked behind the cabin, and Erin followed me as I 
walked back to it. She held the door while I put the cases in the 
back seat. Mom, Dad, and Susan came around the corner a minute 
later, and we all said goodbye to Dad. Mom knew Erin and I could 
look after ourselves--I'd be working half the day at Mr. 
Kestrel's house, anyway--but she asked Susan to keep an eye on 
us.

After smiles and hugs, my parents got into the station wagon and 
Dad drove up the road toward the gate. Erin grabbed her towel 
from the cabin's porch railing and headed down to the lake. We'd 
been at camp less than a week, but she already had a nice golden-
brown tan. Since I'd been working at Mr. Kestrel's house, I 
didn't have much of a tan yet, but the time spent with Susan 
easily offset the lack. Susan smiled at me, as if reading my 
thoughts, and we started walking toward Mr. Kestrel's house.

-----

After two solid days of packing, we didn't have much left to do. 
It was more than we could finish in one morning, but the end was 
in sight. Susan estimated that we had about a day and a half of 
work left. I was daydreaming about how much money I was going to 
make, and what I could spend it on, when Susan playfully jabbed 
me in the ribs.

"You thinking about Stacy?" she asked.

I blushed and shook my head.

"Oh?"

"I was thinking about how much money I was going to make, helping 
you pack up Mr. Kestrel's house."

She nodded, and started figuring in her head. "Just for the 
packing alone, it should be about $225."

I nodded happily and she grinned at me.

"And with the $50 from helping move all the stuff," she said, 
"you'll be a rich young man. Any idea what you want to spend it 
on?"

"Not really. I mean, maybe I'll get something nice for Gina. If 
she's still talking to me, that is."

Susan looked at me slyly. "Oh," she said musingly. "I think she 
will be. But it might be a good idea to get her something no 
matter what. Remember, you're getting her something because you 
care about her, not as a reward because she's still talking to 
you."

I nodded.

"Have you thought much about what you're going to say to Stacy?" 
Susan asked, smoothly changing the subject.

I shook my head.

"Well, I'm sure you'll do fine. Just remember what I told you 
about reading signals, and making the first move."

"I will."

"Stacy has really changed a lot this past year," Susan said. 
"Good changes, too. She's a lot more confident. But I don't think 
she'll make the first move. Yet."

"You think she'll still want to... you know?"

"To have sex with you?"

My face and ears heated, and I nodded.

She grinned at me unabashedly. "I think if you play your cards 
right, you might get lucky."

"You don't mind?" I asked.

"Mind about what?"

"That I want to... you know."

"Know what? You want to _what?_"

"You know," I said insistently.

"Paul, you don't have to tiptoe around me. I know all the words."

I grinned sheepishly.

"Don't be callous or tactless about it, but you can use the word 
'sex' or 'fuck' around me."

I nodded.

"So, let's start again," she said. "Do I mind about what?"

I took a deep breath. "Do you mind that I want to have sex with 
Stacy?"

"Not at all," she said lightly. "As much as I enjoy sex with you, 
and that's a lot, by the way, I know you need to spend time with 
people your own age."

"Stacy's not really my age."

"She's a lot closer to your age than I am," she said.

"So?" I asked stiffly. "Age doesn't make any difference to me."

Her eyes softened and she put her hand on my cheek. "You're such 
a wonderful young man," she said. "But it makes more difference 
than you realize."

I started to protest, but she silenced me with a finger on my 
lips.

"Stacy is really looking forward to seeing you. She may have 
changed a lot, on the outside, but sometimes, she's still a 
scared young girl on the inside." Susan paused and looked into my 
eyes as if sizing me up. "You know what it's like to be scared 
and confused on the inside, don't you?"

"Yeah," I said heavily. "I do."

"I know you do," Susan said softly. "She may not act like it, but 
she's still fragile. And young. In some ways, younger than you 
are. Just be careful with her."

I nodded seriously. "I will."

"I know you will."

We shared a smile and she stood on tiptoe to kiss me on the 
cheek.

"Now," she said sternly. "Let's get to work."

-----

When lunchtime rolled around, we had accomplished quite a bit. 
The house was stacked with boxes, all neatly labeled with the 
name of the room and a simple inventory. Most of the furniture 
was in its original location, but the only room we had left to 
pack was the kitchen. The stuff in there would be donated to the 
camp, so we didn't have to pack it as carefully. We would simply 
have to put it all in boxes, load it in the back of Susan's 
station wagon, and take it down to the clubhouse.

We walked back to Susan's house, chatting amiably. Since Stacy 
was spending the weekend at camp, Susan and I decided to take two 
days off. We would return to Mr. Kestrel's house on Monday.

When we got to Susan's house, she went in to take a shower while 
I went down to the lake to find Erin. She was lying on one of our 
lounge chairs, and looked up when I cast a shadow across her.

"Hey," I said. "You ready for some lunch?"

"Yeah. I'm starved."

"Well, c'mon up to Susan's house, she's gonna fix us sandwiches."

Erin stood and swept her blonde hair up into a loose ponytail, 
grabbed her towel, and looked at me expectantly. With that, we 
walked up the hill together.

"What do you and Aunt Susan do at Mr. Kestrel's house?" she 
asked, as soon as we were out of earshot of the other sunbathers.

"Mostly packing up his stuff. Some of it goes to the camp, some 
goes to the Salvation Army, and some stuff goes into storage for 
his family."

"So you all aren't... you know... doing it? I mean, all the time or 
somethin'?"

I looked at her sharply and she pulled up short.

"No," I said with a tension-releasing laugh. "We're not doing it 
all the time or somethin'."

"Stacy's coming to camp this afternoon, right?" Erin asked.

I thought we'd moved into safer territory, so I nodded.

"Are you two doing it, too?"

I almost choked on my tongue.

Erin took one look at me and knew the answer. After all, she 
_was_ my sister.

"Is that what you think I do all day?" I finally asked.

"God," she said distractedly. "I would. If I _could_, that is."

"Would what?" I asked suspiciously.

She looked at me and blinked. "You know," she said, blushing. "Do 
it. I'd do it all day if I could."

I stopped walking up the hill and turned to face her. My heart 
was racing and my palms were suddenly sweaty. "Listen, Erin," I 
said seriously. "If you weren't my sister, I wouldn't talk to you 
about this. I'm not some blabbermouth who's gonna talk about the 
girl I'm having sex with. That's just not cool. You understand?"

"No," she said honestly. "I don't understand. I mean, isn't doing 
it just so cool?"

"Yeah," I admitted. "It is. But it's not something that you talk 
about all the time. Look at it this way... How would you like it if 
your boyfriend..."

"Right! Like I've even _got_ a boyfriend."

"Okay, _if_ you had a boyfriend," I said.

She nodded.

"If you had a boyfriend, and if you had sex with him, would you 
want him telling all his buddies and bragging about it?"

She thought about it for a moment and then her eyes widened. She 
shook her head quickly.

"See what I mean. A guy who runs his mouth is _not_ cool."

"Oh."

"Yeah," I said, nodding theatrically. "So that's why I don't talk 
about it, why I don't brag about it."

"I guess I never thought about it that way," she said softly.

"That's okay, Er." I turned and started walking again.

"So," she said, catching up with me. "You never answered my 
question."

I was hoping she'd forgotten about it. "What question was that?"

"Are you and Stacy doing it?"

Once again, I stopped and turned toward her. "Erin... Why do you 
wanna know?"

"I dunno," she said. "I just think it's cool."

I cocked my head to the side and looked at her coolly, inviting 
her to continue.

She blushed and looked at the ground. "Paul," she said, her voice 
barely a whisper. "Sometimes, it's all I think about."

"What?"

"You know... doing it."

I was silent for a moment and she shifted her weight.

"I think there must be something wrong with me," she said.

When I stepped close to her, she looked up at me tearfully. 
"There's nothing wrong with you," I said gently. "It's normal."

"It can't be normal to feel like this all the time," she said, 
stifling a sob.

"You have no idea how normal it really is," I said, putting my 
arms around her.

"For real?" She looked up at me, hope in her teary eyes.

I nodded as confidently as I could. "Yeah. For real."

"Sometimes," she said hesitantly. "Sometimes, it seems like all I 
wanna do is..." She suddenly stopped talking and turned beet red.

"Do what?"

She looked at me and rolled her eyes. "You know."

"No, Erin, I don't know."

"You know... I mean... touch..." She pointedly looked down and then 
rolled her eyes again.

I got the hint. I stepped back and held her at arm's length, 
smiling reassuringly as I did. "You know who you really should 
talk to about how you feel?" I asked.

She shook her head, looking hopeful.

"Mom."

Erin looked crestfallen. "I couldn't talk to _Mom_. What would 
she know?"

I know it was the wrong thing to do, but I just couldn't help 
myself--I laughed out loud. Erin looked devastated, so I soothed 
her quickly. "Mom knows a lot about being a perpetually... well... a 
perpetually horny 13-year-old girl. She knows a lot more than I 
do," I said seriously.

"Do you think she'd talk to me? I mean, she wouldn't ground me or 
anything?"

I shook my head quickly. "Listen, if there's one thing I've 
learned, it's that Mom knows a _lot_ more about what's going on 
than you'd think." I shook my head ruefully when I considered how 
_much_ she knew.

"You really think she'll understand?"

"Yeah, I _know_ she will."

"I dunno," Erin said dubiously.

"Trust me, Er. Trust me. She'll understand completely." I put my 
arm around her and turned us up the hill.

Erin leaned against me as we walked. She sniffled, wiped her 
eyes, and then looked up at me. "Thanks, Paul."

"No problem, Erin. That's what big brothers are for."

-----

Susan was fixing lunch when Erin and I stepped into the cool air 
of the kitchen. She had donned her customary bikini bottoms, and 
smiled at us when we entered. I wanted to take a quick shower 
before lunch, so I headed toward the hall bathroom. When I 
returned, Susan and Erin were talking about guys. Susan looked at 
me conspiratorially and I grinned in reply.

After lunch, we all decided to head down to the lake to relax. It 
was a little before one o'clock, so I had more than an hour to 
wait for Stacy's arrival. I didn't have enough of a tan to avoid 
wearing sun block, so I ran up to our cabin to get my towel and 
the bottle of Bain de Soleil.

When I got to the lake, Susan and Erin were lying side by side on 
loungers, and their conversation seemed to have picked up where 
it had left off before our lunch. I spread sunblock on the skin I 
could reach and Susan sat up to help with my back. Once I was 
thoroughly slathered with the stuff, I lay down on a lounger next 
to Erin. I'd brought my watch with me, and laid it on the ground 
next to my chair.

-----

About one thirty, I checked the time and sat up. Even with a 
gentle breeze, a South Carolina summer is hot and muggy. I wanted 
to cool off before heading up to meet Stacy, so I dived into the 
lake and simply swam around for a few minutes. The water was 
shockingly cold at first, but I quickly got used to it.

When I climbed out and picked up my watch and towel, Erin grinned 
at me. Susan rolled over onto her back and shielded her eyes with 
her hand. She looked at me, winked, and then grinned as well. I 
smiled and headed up the hill, drying myself as I went.

I had the towel over my head and was vigorously drying my hair 
when I crested the top of the hill. I was almost to Susan's house 
by the time I saw Stacy's Nova, which was parked in front of the 
garage. She was early. I picked up my pace and practically ran 
into the courtyard.

I opened the door to the kitchen and stepped into the cool air. 
I'd just turned to shut the door when I heard a gasp behind me. 
When I turned, my eyes locked on Stacy. She was standing in the 
doorway to the living room, her hand over her mouth, eyes wide.

"Hi," I said at last.

She didn't speak and I began to get nervous. She looked me up and 
down a few times, and when she _still_ didn't say anything, my 
nervousness started to turn to panic.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She nodded silently, but made no other move.

I anxiously shifted from foot to foot. The silence drew out, and 
I resolved to overcome my apprehension. "It's good to see you," I 
said. "You look good."

"And you look..."

I started getting nervous again, but kept a firm grip on my 
emotions.

"...great!"

I tried not to blush, but I know I wasn't successful.

"I mean it," she said. "You look... wow."

We stood staring at each other across the kitchen for a few 
moments. She was wearing a floral-pattern strapless sundress that 
hugged her athletic body. The dress ended at mid-thigh, and I was 
treated to a good view of her tanned legs. Her hair was a little 
longer than I remembered, but it was difficult to tell, since she 
had it pinned back with barrettes. Her gaze wandered up and down 
my body, but I noticed it lingered on my penis.

"You look great," she said.

"You look pretty good yourself."

She blushed and looked away for a moment. Her eyes were 
inevitably drawn back to my body. "Have you lost weight?"

"Not really," I said. "I've actually gained a bit. But I've been 
working out a lot."

"Yeah. I can tell."

We were silent for a few more moments, each drinking in the sight 
of the other. Finally, I broke the spell.

"You got here early," I said.

She blushed again. "Yeah. I... I couldn't wait to get here, so I 
skipped lunch."

"You want a sandwich or something?"

She shook her head quickly. "I'm fine."

"Oh. Okay. You wanna go down to the lake?"

"Sure," she said brightly. "Lemme just get my stuff from the car. 
I literally _just_ got here."

"I'll help." I slung my towel over the back of one of the kitchen 
chairs and ran my fingers through my damp hair.

We walked out to her car together, stealing nervous glances at 
each other. Up close, I could tell she was wearing make up, and I 
thought I could smell a hint of perfume. I smiled to myself and 
picked up her overnight bag from the front seat.

"Is this all you brought?" I asked.

She nodded and we walked back inside. I took the bag into Kirk's 
room and set it on the low dresser. She fidgeted with the bag, 
but I could see her looking at me in the dresser's mirror.

"You want me to leave while you get undressed?" I asked.

"You don't have to go," she murmured.

Susan's words echoed in my mind: "I think if you play your cards 
right, you might get lucky." I stepped closer to Stacy and looked 
at her in the mirror. Her eyes locked on mine and I smiled. 
Standing as close as I was, her scent filled my nostrils.

"I like your perfume," I said.

"Thanks." Her eyes brightened and she smiled. "I bought it for 
you," she said. "Susan helped me pick it out. It was really 
expensive, but if you like it..."

"I like it." I ran my hand over her shoulder, just barely 
brushing her skin.

She shivered and closed her eyes.

"And this is a really nice dress," I said.

Her lips drew into a thin line and her nostrils flared as she 
took a deep breath. "I just bought it," she said, her voice a 
whisper.

I could tell she was enjoying having me this close, so I ran my 
hand down her other shoulder and felt her skin raise goose bumps. 
"You're wearing make up, too."

"I wanted to look nice for you," she said softly.

"You do." I bent down to kiss her freckle-dusted shoulder. 

She shuddered again and leaned back against me.

I kissed along the line of her shoulder and her head nodded 
forward. I touched the nape of her neck with my lips and then 
moved to her other shoulder. My penis twitched as I smelled the 
mixture of perfume and her body's scent. I brushed her hair aside 
and kissed along the line of her neck. When I nuzzled her 
delicate ear, she whimpered softly.

"Don't move," I whispered. "I'll be right back."

I strode across the room and shut the bedroom door. As I walked 
back to her, I saw her studying me in the mirror. Her eyes locked 
on my tumescent cock as it swung side-to-side. When she looked up 
and made eye contact with me, I smiled reassuringly and stepped 
close to her again. I ran my hands up her arms and she shivered 
at the touch.

"It's been so long," she said quietly, closing her eyes.

I nodded and began kissing her shoulder. When I reached her neck, 
I planted a few soft kisses behind her ear and then reached for 
her hair. She opened her eyes when she felt my hands on her head, 
and watched me as I gently removed her barrettes. I discarded 
them on the dresser and ran my fingers through her curly brown 
hair. As I massaged her scalp, she closed her eyes again and 
leaned against me with a sigh. She felt my erection pressing 
against her and wiggled her hips.

"Does that feel good?" I asked.

"Mmm hmm."

I swept her hair to the side--it was definitely longer--and 
kissed her sinuous neck. With one hand, I held her hair. With the 
other, I reached for the hem of her skirt. I pulled it up and 
adjusted my hips. My cock brushed against her silken panties and 
she moaned softly. I stepped forward so the skirt was bunched 
between our bodies and resumed kissing her neck.

She turned her head and my lips sought out hers. She opened her 
mouth to me and I tasted her for the first time as our tongues 
twined together. She moaned into my mouth and thrust her hips 
back at me.

"Do you want me to leave, while you get undressed?" I asked 
again, breaking our kiss. Leaving was the last thing I wanted to 
do, but I didn't want to force myself on her.

She shook her head quickly, her hair tickling the side of my 
face.

"Do you want me to help you?"

"Yes," she hissed.

I kissed the hollow of her jaw and put my hands on her hips. With 
gentle pressure, I pulled her backward a step or two. She 
whimpered when I pushed her torso forward, but bent over and put 
her hands on the top of the dresser as I'd intended. I kept one 
hand on her torso, but moved the other to the junction of her 
thighs. Moist heat assaulted my fingertips as I probed between 
her legs, and I smiled to myself. I ground my cock against her 
panty-covered crotch and then sank to my knees.

She moaned when I did, but I put my hands on her hips to keep her 
from moving. I flipped her skirt up so it rested on her hips and 
put my hands at the waist of her panties. When I began to pull 
them over her ass, she moaned softly.

I pulled them down her thighs and had her step out of them. Using 
gentle touches, I spread her legs until they were about two feet 
apart. Soft, damp, matted curls greeted my fingers when I touched 
her sex. I wet my fingertips with her moisture and teased her 
labia apart.

She cried out softly when I leaned forward and stuck my tongue 
into the folds of her pussy. I spread her lips with two fingers 
and licked down the length of her slit. With both hands, I 
gripped the hemispheres of her ass, spread her open with my 
thumbs, and pressed my lips against her pussy. Her pubic hair 
tickled my nose, but I ignored the sensation and continued 
teasing her.

I felt her clit slowly engorging under my tongue, and I worked 
the protective hood back and forth. Her taste was tangy and 
sweet, and a little salty, and I thrust my tongue deeper into her 
opening. She moaned when I began lapping at her slit and licking 
the folds of her inner labia.

I continued nuzzling and licking her for several minutes, until 
my cheeks and chin were coated with her juices. Her breathing 
grew ragged and she became a little unsteady on her feet.

I stood and pressed my hips against her ass. The tip of my cock 
slid along her channel and she started. I pulled my hips back and 
was just getting ready to position my erection at her opening 
when she put one hand between her legs and covered her pussy. She 
lifted her head and looked at me in the mirror.

"Not yet. Okay? Please?" she asked softly.

I nodded.

I took a small step back when she straightened and looked over 
her shoulder at me. She reached for the zipper at the back of the 
dress and fumbled with it for a second. I moved my hands to help 
her. When she felt them, she smiled at me in the mirror. I 
lowered the zipper and exposed her smooth back.

She turned, holding the dress up with an arm across her breasts. 
She looked at me beseechingly and I stepped forward, bent my 
head, and kissed her. She melted against me, her arms going 
around my neck as our kiss grew heated. Only the pressure of our 
bodies was holding up her dress. When we broke the kiss, she kept 
her eyes closed and took a deep breath.

I kissed her again, tenderly, and she sighed. My erection was 
awkwardly pressed against her stomach, but her lips felt so good 
that I didn't care. We kissed for a few languid minutes, simply 
enjoying the pleasures of the other's mouth.

"I want to feel your skin against mine," I said, once we came up 
for air.

She swallowed and nodded tentatively.

I stepped back and lowered the front of her dress slowly. Before 
I exposed her nipples, I planted a kiss at the top of her chest 
and she sighed. I continued kissing her, moving downward as I 
lowered the dress and exposed more of her body.

When I had the material bunched at her waist, I gently sucked a 
nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. Stacy put her 
hands on the sides of my head and held me over her breast. I 
swirled my tongue around the puffy flesh of her nipple, causing 
her to moan. When I nipped it gently with my teeth, she shuddered 
and pressed my face against her bosom.

A minute later, I pulled back and switched to the other nipple, 
giving it equal treatment. After I had it as puffy as its twin, I 
slowly sank to my knees in front of her. Smiling up at her, I 
lowered her dress over her hips. She stepped out of it and I 
shoved it aside. Her pubic hair was nicely trimmed into a narrow 
triangle, and I bent forward to taste her again.

Before I could do more than press my lips against her pussy, she 
put her hands on my head and pulled me up. I was a little 
confused, and a little worried, but when she kissed me again, all 
that melted away.

"I want to do something for you," she said softly, when we broke 
the kiss.

I looked into her dark eyes and nodded.

She kissed me again and then trembled. "I want to do this. Okay? 
I _really_ want to."

I nodded again, hoping my confusion wasn't apparent.

"Susan told me how to do it. Okay?"

I cupped her face in my hands and looked into her eyes. Whatever 
she was talking about, she was serious about it, so I nodded. 
"What is it?" I asked at last.

"I love sucking you, and...," she said.

I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach when I began to 
suspect where the conversation was headed.

"And I want you to..." She took a deep breath and steeled her 
nerves. "I want you to come in my mouth." She looked at me, her 
eyes pleading. "Please. I know I'll learn to like it. I just know 
I will."

I started to argue with her, but one look at her expression told 
me I'd do more damage than good if I did.

"Susan told me what to do. I know I can do it. I _want_ to do it. 
I want to feel you in my mouth when you come. I want to do this 
for you," she said in a rush.

"You don't have to."

"Please. I want to."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

She nodded quickly. "I really, _really_ want to. I've... I've been 
thinking about it a lot." She cast her eyes down and swallowed 
hard. "I want to do everything for you."

"Okay," I said, trying not to sound reluctant. "If you want to, I 
want to."

"You mean it?"

I nodded.

She hugged herself against me and then started kissing my chest, 
neck, cheeks, and anywhere else she could reach. She surprised me 
with the force of her reaction. "Oh, thank you, Paul. Thank you, 
thank you, thank you. I know you'll like it. I know I can do it."

I hugged her against me and kissed the crown of her head.

"You'll have to help me a little, though," she said.

"Okay."

"If I take you as deep as I can, and you come in the back of my 
mouth, I shouldn't taste it much. I'll probably have to work up 
to enjoying the taste," she said earnestly.

I nodded, trying to look reassuring. I vividly remembered the 
last--and only--time I'd come in her mouth. It was not an 
experience I hoped to repeat.

"And," she said shyly, "I want you to hold my head."

"Why?"

She blushed and looked down for a moment. "I don't want to flinch 
and pull off you before... you know... before you come."

"I don't know..."

"Please, Paul. _Please_."

"Are you sure?"

She hesitated for only a moment, then nodded. "I've wanted to do 
this for a long time," she said seriously. "I just had to work up 
the nerve."

I hugged her to me and kissed the top of her head again. My 
erection had flagged as soon as I'd figured out where the 
conversation was headed, but Stacy felt between us and gripped me 
gently. It was the first time she'd actually touched my penis 
since she'd arrived, and an involuntary shiver ran through my 
body at her touch.

She smiled up at me. "Thank you," she said.

I smiled and bent to kiss her. She kneaded me lovingly and I 
quickly reached full erection.

"I think there's something I need to take care of," she said with 
a grin.

She kissed her way down my body and then knelt before me. I 
looked down at her as she put her hands on my hips and kissed the 
tip of my cock. She captured just the head in her mouth and 
swirled her tongue around it. She closed her eyes and sucked me 
for a few minutes, never taking more than an inch or two into her 
mouth.

She let the tip of my cock slip from her lips, and with a smile 
up at me, she began kissing along the underside ridge. I put my 
hands on my hips, over hers, and closed my eyes to savor the 
sensations as she tongued and teased my balls.

When she kissed her way back up my shaft, I thrust my hips 
forward a little, trying to get her to take me in her mouth. I 
felt her hot breath on my cock as she laughed nervously, but then 
she moved in and sucked me into her mouth. She teased the 
underside of my glans with her tongue, and then I felt her lips 
slide along my length.

I opened my eyes and was greeted by the sight of her opening her 
lips to swallow more of me. I gazed at her and her eyes smiled at 
me. I knew she liked sucking me, but I also knew that she didn't 
like the taste of semen. I was a little worried about how she 
would react when I came in her mouth. I certainly didn't want a 
repeat of the last time she'd wanted to swallow my come.

Instead, I tried to banish those thoughts and concentrate on the 
feeling of her lips on my shaft. She took as much of me in her 
mouth as she could and then pulled back, caressing my sensitive 
skin with her tongue. When she began bobbing back and forth, I 
put my hands on her head and gently directed her movements.

Because of all the buildup, I knew I probably wouldn't last long. 
When I felt the first twinges of my climax, I warned her. She 
merely nodded and redoubled her efforts, gripping my hips with a 
ferocity that bordered on painful.

As my orgasm approached, I began humping my hips forward and 
back, in time with her bobbing. I ran my fingers through her 
soft, curly hair and gripped her head as she'd requested. I was a 
little unsure about holding her on my cock, but she had seemed 
adamant.

Stacy sucked hard, her cheeks caving in, and dragged her lips 
along my length. When she flicked her tongue against the 
underside of the head, I felt the first rush of my release.

"Stacy... I'm gonna... I'm gonna come... gonna come... _now_."

She hurriedly took me as far into her throat as she could, and I 
gripped her head to hold her in place. My cock swelled in her 
mouth and she flinched a little, but kept her lips wrapped around 
my girth. I felt the semen coursing up my shaft and closed my 
eyes in pleasure.

With a grunt, I erupted. She flinched when the first blast hit 
the back of her throat, but didn't release her lip lock. My dick 
swelled again and another spurt of semen gushed into her mouth. I 
arched my back and simply held onto her head as I pumped my 
essence into her mouth.

She cried out softly, and I was about to release her when her 
hands clutched at my hips. I felt her cringe again, and then she 
sort of coughed around my cock. The flow of semen slowly 
subsided, and I opened my eyes.

When I looked down at her, she tried to smile up at me, but my 
girth prevented her from doing more than stretching her lips 
taut. I felt the last gushes of come spill from my cock and she 
closed her eyes tightly. With a start, I realized tears were 
running down her cheeks.

I pulled my hips back and my cock slipped from her mouth. She 
swallowed hard and licked her shiny lips. She tried not to 
grimace, and I pretended not to notice. When she looked up at me 
and smiled, her eyes were brimming and her cheeks were tracked 
with tears. In that moment, my resolve nearly crumbled.

I forced myself to smile and then reached down for her. She took 
my hands, and I pulled her to her feet. Her smile was forced and 
her eyes still glistened. I could tell she was far from happy. 
She put on a good act, trying to convince me she enjoyed it, and 
I played along.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked, her voice thick with emotion.

"Very much," I lied. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her 
to me. I didn't want her to see my face, because I knew it would 
betray my true emotions.

She pressed her cheek against my chest and held herself against 
me. In a very small voice she said, "Little Stacy's a good girl."

I closed my eyes tightly. I kissed the top of her head, then 
swallowed hard.

"Stacy wants to make you happy," she whispered.

"_You_ make me happy," I said, hugging her tighter.

Inside, I felt empty.

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