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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 08
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, anal, mast
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All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to 
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER EIGHT

Stacy hugged me tightly and then pulled back. I fervently hoped 
the doubt and concern I felt weren't plainly graven upon my face. 
I unconsciously held my breath as she looked up at me. When she 
smiled, her eyes were no longer misty and I felt tremendously 
relieved. I smiled in return and she ground her pelvis against 
me.

"I'm still on the pill," she said suggestively.

"Oh?" I definitely wanted to have sex with her, but I was still 
more than a little upset by what had just happened. Consequently, 
my erection had completely flagged.

She nodded. "Even though, you know, there hasn't been anyone 
else, I kept taking them."

She wriggled loose, took one of my hands, and placed it at the 
junction of her thighs. Her pubic hair was still slightly damp 
and matted. She reached for my flaccid penis and began stroking 
it. When I insinuated a finger between her labia, she hissed, but 
quickly recovered. The cause was immediately clear--she was dry.

Instead of moving my finger over her tender folds, I bent to kiss 
her. As the kiss heated, I brought my hand up and cupped her 
face. She kept stroking my dick, but I was too preoccupied to 
react properly. I guess I was worried about her.

She _appeared_ to be aroused and willing, but it just seemed 
forced, somehow. And all the physical signs were wrong. It was 
more than just her lack of lubrication, but I couldn't quite put 
my finger on it. I didn't want to draw attention to the fact, so 
I simply continued kissing her. When we broke the kiss, she 
looked up at me with unfocused eyes.

"Let's lie down," I suggested.

She quickly nodded and I turned her toward the bed. After she 
climbed to the center, she gestured for me to join her. When I 
did, she pushed me onto my back. As she hovered over me, I ran my 
hands up her flanks and tweaked her nipples with my thumbs.

"I want to suck you," she said.

A shiver ran along my spine, and I was relieved she wasn't 
fondling me. If she had been, she would have felt me shrivel at 
her words. "You don't have to do that," I said.

"I want to. I _like_ sucking you."

I tried to hide my growing apprehension. I honestly didn't know 
if I'd even be able to get an erection.

She reached down and grasped my limp manhood.

I felt a moment of panic when I realized I couldn't simply pull 
her hand off me--not without answering some difficult questions.

When she began sliding down my body, dread welled up within me. 
She threw her leg over mine and then settled between my thighs. I 
was still completely limp when she captured the tip of my cock 
with her lips. She took all of me in her mouth and swirled her 
tongue against the soft skin at the base. My dick stretched as 
she pursed her lips and drew back. She repeated this maneuver a 
couple of times, but my member steadfastly refused to get any 
harder.

I hoped she would think it was because I'd come so recently. But 
I knew the truth. I didn't want her to force herself to swallow 
my come. I was frantically searching for a way to redirect her 
attentions when I had a minor epiphany.

"I want to come inside you," I said suddenly. I felt her 
hesitate, and I scolded myself for my choice of words. "I don't 
want to come in your mouth, just get me hard."

She stopped moving altogether.

I took a deep breath and searched for the right words. I lifted 
myself on my elbows and looked down my torso at her, smiling as 
warmly as I could. "I want to come in your pussy, and feel your 
legs around me. I want to shoot off inside you."

Her answering smile was tinged with a relief she was unable to 
hide.

Once the specter of her swallowing my come had passed, I found 
myself enjoying her attentions. I felt the first twitch of 
erection and mentally sighed. The liquid warmth of her mouth once 
again surrounded my member, and she quickly sucked me to full 
erection.

She took as much of me into her mouth as she could, and I lay 
back on the bed. As she slowly bobbed her head up and down, she 
kneaded my balls. I laced my fingers behind my head, simply 
enjoying myself as she made love to me with her mouth.

What she was doing felt incredibly good, and I began to worry a 
little that I might get too close to orgasm. I knew I wouldn't 
accidentally come in her mouth, but I didn't want her to get me 
to the point where I came as soon as I started fucking her.

I sat up on my elbows again and looked down at her. Her curly 
brown hair was splayed across my left hip and thigh, and she was 
running her open mouth up the side of my shaft. She flipped her 
hair over her head and gave equal treatment to the right side of 
my cock.

I reached down and put my hand on her cheek, brushing her hair 
back over her ear. When I did, she looked up at me, but didn't 
take her mouth off my erection. I smiled at her and crooked my 
finger in a come-hither gesture. She let me slip from her mouth 
only long enough to grin mischievously and shake her head. I 
raised my eyebrows and she wrapped her lips around me again.

We maintained eye contact while she swallowed about half my 
length. As she was sliding her lips back up my shaft, I gestured 
for her again. She looked at me with playful defiance and I sat 
up completely. She slurped and made a moue when I pulled her off 
my cock.

"I want to taste you," I said. In truth, that was only part of 
it. I remembered how dry she was, and wanted her wet enough that 
I could easily slide my cock into her.

She nodded and rose on hands and knees. Instead of rolling to her 
back, as I expected her to do, she tugged my hips toward her. 
Confused, I let her pull me down the bed. When she turned and 
moved to straddle my head, I understood.
 
Stacy situated herself on top of me--her stomach against my chest 
and her nipples pressing into my abdomen--and almost immediately 
recaptured my saliva-slick erection. In this position, she could 
swallow more of my cock, which she eagerly did. I'd fully 
intended to start licking her pussy, but when I felt the head of 
my dick encounter the back of her throat, I let out a low gasp 
and lay back on the bed.

I felt her laughing around my girth, and resolved to give her 
some attention, too. She gasped when I raised my head and locked 
my lips around her clit. I expected to find her still dry, but 
she was practically dripping. A dozen questions leapt into my 
mind, but I shook them off and concentrated on her pussy.

I reached around her thighs and spread her lips with my fingers. 
As soon as her inner folds were spread before me, I started 
licking along her length. Her clit was already hard, and had just 
begun to peek out from under its protective hood. I teased it 
with my tongue, but quickly returned to her inner labia.

I began licking down the crease between her inner and outer lips. 
At the end of each stroke, I stabbed my tongue into her opening. 
Each time I delved into her pussy, I lifted my chin and rubbed 
her clit.

I tried to disregard the sensations she was creating with her 
lips, and concentrated on making her feel good. When I locked my 
lips around her exposed clit and started gently sucking the loose 
skin of the hood, she gasped and let my cock slip from her mouth. 
I teased the base of her clit, putting pressure on it and rolling 
it under my tongue. Above me, she shuddered and started grinding 
her hips against my face.

While my lips and tongue were focused on her clit, I dipped my 
middle finger into her hot and slippery pussy. It sank up to the 
first knuckle, and I rubbed the pad of my finger along the inner 
ridges of her vagina. She gasped when I pulled it out, but I 
quickly replaced it and added a second finger.

Because of the angle, I couldn't get more than the first two 
knuckles into her, but the effect was tremendous. She started 
gyrating her hips and moaning softly as I moved my fingers in and 
out of her. I renewed my assault on her clit, and her moans 
increased in volume. By now, my cheeks and chin were covered with 
her tangy juices.

She bucked her hips against my face, but I didn't let up. I was 
swirling my tongue around her clit, occasionally flicking the tip 
against the sensitive flesh of the little pearl. I felt her push 
herself off my abdomen with a groan. Her hair tickled my thighs 
as her head drooped and swayed side-to-side.

With an animal-like growl of lust, she gripped my erection almost 
painfully. Her fingers curled into a fist and she pumped me 
roughly. It was enough to interrupt my rhythm, and my fingers 
stopped moving within her. That was all the opening she needed to 
regain some control.

In a flash, she was off my face and straddling my hips. She 
steadied my rigid prick and then set the tip against her spread 
labia. A wild look on her face, she made eye contact with me. The 
crown of my cock parted her lips as she settled onto me. Her eyes 
closed in ecstasy and she smiled as my girth spread her apart.

Her pussy was so wet that she easily slid down my length, and 
when she impaled herself completely, she shuddered and took a 
deep, ragged breath. I put my hands on her hips and clenched my 
buttocks. She cried out softly as my cock swelled within her snug 
pussy.

"It's been so long," she whispered.

I clenched again, and her face contorted into a mask of pleasure. 
Her nostrils flared as she sucked in a deep breath. She sat for a 
few moments, simply enjoying the feeling of fullness in her 
pussy. When I moved my hands up her torso and cupped her breasts, 
she started rocking her hips back and forth.

Slowly, so very slowly, she lifted off me. Her brow furrowed as 
she concentrated on the feelings in her pussy. At the top of her 
rise, she took a deep breath, moaning softly. When she started 
settling onto me again, she exhaled slowly and then licked her 
lips.

As she slowly rode me, I tweaked her puffy pink nipples, teasing 
them until they were reddish and very hard. For a few moments, I 
simply watched her facial expression as she moved atop me. A 
flush was slowly spreading down her face to her chest. Her eyes 
were closed and she was breathing through her nose, lost in 
concentration.

Her pussy was as tight as I remembered, and I reveled in the 
feeling of friction as her inner walls rubbed against me. On each 
downstroke, she ground her hips against me, pressing her clit 
against the base of my cock. Her breathing became quick and 
shallow, and the flush spread over her entire chest.

When I reached around and cupped her ass, she collapsed against 
my chest. I lifted my hips and buried myself in her depths. As I 
did, she moaned and clutched my torso. I quickly sped my pace, 
and was soon hammering my cock into her pussy. She gasped and 
shuddered as her pussy clutched at my intruding manhood.

Her smooth vaginal walls contracted around my length, and I began 
to push against her. She buried her face in the hollow of my 
shoulder and gripped me fiercely. Our bodies slapped against each 
other and she started mewling deep in her chest.

Suddenly, she pulled back and started kissing me passionately. 
Her tongue parted my lips and thrust into my mouth. I felt her 
rapid breathing on my cheek as she hungrily pressed her lips 
against mine. The pace of my thrusting never abated as our 
tongues danced, and soon I felt her pussy spasming and clutching 
at my intruding dick.

All of a sudden, she threw her head back and her body went rigid. 
I frantically kissed her exposed neck and throat, slamming my 
cock into her. I hugged her tightly and she cried out. Her cries 
rose in volume until she was practically screaming. My hips rose 
and fell with lightning speed and I felt a rush of moisture wash 
over my cock.

Her pussy spasmed around me and her cries abruptly ceased. I felt 
her hips quivering as I continued to pound into her, battering 
through her clutching internal muscles. My own release was 
imminent, and I gripped her ass when I felt the rush of warmth 
and pleasure surging up my shaft.

I buried myself inside her with a powerful lunge. With a grunt, I 
erupted, filling her pussy with my seed. Stacy cried out again 
and all her muscles went taut. Her fingers became claws and she 
dug into my ribs. I was too lost in my own orgasm to care. I 
pumped spurt after spurt into her depths, clutching her and 
gasping for air.

When I finally opened my eyes and licked my lips, I saw stars. I 
blinked a few times to clear my vision, and slowly relaxed my 
legs and back. When I sank back to the mattress, her hips 
followed me, keeping us joined. She collapsed against me, panting 
and moaning softly.

An aftershock caused her pussy to spasm, and I closed my eyes as 
her muscles gripped me. The sensation was almost too much to 
bear, but it quickly passed. My eyes fluttered open and I trailed 
my hands up her back, feeling a sheen of sweat under my 
fingertips.

"You make me very, _very_ happy," I whispered in her ear.

She lurched and clutched me tightly. Suddenly, sobs wracked her 
slender body.

I tried to keep the confusion and panic from my voice. "Are you 
okay?" I asked.

She nodded, but continued sobbing. Finally, she lifted her head 
and smiled at me tearfully. "They're good tears," she said. 
"Tears of joy."

I reached up and brushed sweat- and tear-streaked hair away from 
her face and she looked at me, her expression a mixture of 
happiness and anguish.

"I'll never be able to tell you," she said softly, almost 
timidly.

"Shhhhh. I know." Of course I knew how happy she was, I'd felt it 
in her body.

She shook her head, sending tears flying. "No. You _don't_ know." 
She closed her eyes and swallowed. Suddenly, she was kissing me 
hard, her tongue darting against mine in a frenetic dance. When 
she pulled back, she kept her eyes closed, but the tears still 
flowed.

Eventually, she opened her eyes. She pressed her fingers against 
my brow and brushed back my sweaty hair. Her fingers trailed down 
my temple and came to rest on my cheek. When she leaned down and 
kissed me sweetly, my confusion only deepened.

She rolled to the side and I felt her pulling me with her. My 
cock was still hard and still buried inside her, so I moved with 
her. We came to rest with her on her back and me between her 
spread legs. She brushed my hair back and gazed into my eyes.

"Make love to me," she said softly.

Her eyes pleaded with me, so I began to move within her.

-----

Afterward, we lay in sweaty, sated silence. As our breathing 
slowly returned to normal, I must have dozed off.

Some time later, when I awoke, I languidly caressed Stacy's arm. 
She was curled up against me, one leg thrown over my own. She was 
idly running her hand over my chest. I don't think she'd slept, 
and I hoped I hadn't been out too long.

"I can't believe how much you've changed," she said. "You're so 
big."

I winced internally. I'd been big all my life, and I still didn't 
like to hear it, especially so matter-of-factly.

"But big in a good way," she hastily added.

I nodded wordlessly and put my left hand behind my head.

Stacy traced her finger under my left pectoral and then tickled 
my nipple. "How often do you work out?"

"Most every day. Not Sundays. And Saturdays are a light workout."

"Really?"

"Yeah," I said. "Triceps and chest on Mondays; biceps, shoulders, 
and back on Wednesdays; abs, sides, and legs on Fridays. On 
Tuesdays and Thursdays, I just do sit-ups and push-ups. Every 
day, I warm up with a jump rope. Then afterward, I cool off with 
the jump rope."

"You _cool off_ with a jump rope?"

I nodded. "You gotta work out your heart and lungs," I said 
seriously. "And I think I shoulda brought my weight bench with 
me. I really miss it. Maybe I'll buy a good incline bench in 
town."

"Why?"

"'Cause it's hard to do a good chest workout without one. All 
I've got with me is a curling bar and my dumbbells."

She sat up on one elbow and looked at me speculatively, her eyes 
twinkling.

I arched an eyebrow at her.

"Could you bench press me?" she asked slyly.

"Yeah. Easily."

"Could you just hold me up?"

"Like... how?"

"Like... maybe I could wrap my legs around you, and you could hold 
me up while you're fucking me?"

I thought about it for a moment. "Yeah, I guess I could do that."

She grinned and then waggled her eyebrows suggestively. "You 
could walk around camp, fucking me the whole time."

I laughed nervously. "I think someone would notice."

"Not if we did it in the dark."

For a moment, I thought she was kidding. Then I realized she was 
serious. My penis twitched as the possibilities began to unfurl 
in my head.

"D'you wanna practice now?" she asked as she watched my 
expression.

I shook my head and she gave me a look of exaggerated dejection. 
"I'm still a little worn out from the first three times," I said. 
"Maybe in a little while."

"Okay," she said merrily. "D'you mind if I just play?"

When I nodded, she rolled upright and straddled my thighs. From 
her perch, she could easily play with my equipment.

"I haven't even _seen_ a guy's dick since you were here last 
summer," she said.

"Not at all?"

She shook her head. "Between work and school, I've been too busy. 
Besides..." Her voice trailed off and she looked at me wistfully.

"What?"

"Besides..." She smiled sadly and shook her head. She was silent 
for a moment. "Who'd be interested in me?"

"Jeez! Lotsa guys."

She shrugged, as if to say, "Yeah, right."

"For real."

"Then how come none of them have asked me out?"

"No one's asked you out?"

She shook her head.

"I think I know why. " I said. I was serious, but I also wanted 
to cheer her up a little. "You wanna know?"

She rolled her eyes and shrugged.

"If other guys find out I told you this, I'll be out of the 
club."

She cracked a little smile, but quickly turned gloomy again.

"I'm serious," I said. "I'm about to tell you a major Guy 
Secret."

"Sure you are."

"You wanna hear it or not?"

"Okay," she said reluctantly.

I motioned for her to lean down, which she did. I motioned again, 
and she leaned closer still. When she was suitably close, I 
looked around theatrically, as if checking for eavesdroppers. 
"Now, you gotta swear you'll never tell anyone I told you this. 
Okay?"

She rolled her eyes and tried not to smile.

"I'm serious. You gotta swear."

"Okay. I swear."

"Cross your heart?" I was enjoying myself, and it was working--
her mood was considerably lighter than a few moments before.

"Cross my heart," she said, making the motions.

"Okay," I said. "The secret is..." I let the silence draw out and 
she glared at me. "The prettiest girls never get asked out."

She screwed up her face. "Huh?"

"That's the secret."

"That's a dumb secret."

"No, it's not," I said quickly, trying to look defensive. "Think 
about it for a second."

She looked at me skeptically.

"The prettiest girls never get asked out," I repeated. "Most guys 
see a girl like you and they think, 'she's way outta my league.' 
They figure a girl as pretty as you already has a boyfriend, so 
they never ask you out."

Her face softened and her eyes misted over. "You think I'm 
pretty?" she asked.

I smiled warmly and nodded. "I _know_ you're pretty."

The next thing I knew, her body was pressed against mine and she 
was passionately kissing me. Not content to kiss only my lips, 
she quickly covered every inch of exposed skin from my neck up. 
When her lips locked on mine again, her kisses became hungry. My 
internal temperature quickly rose, and I returned her kisses with 
growing ardor.

She reached between us and captured my resurgent member. Her 
nipples rubbed against my chest as she stroked me, and they 
quickly became erect. Without pulling her lips from mine, she 
moved down my body and I felt my cock plow into her channel. I 
lifted my hips and slid into her in one motion.

Finally, she broke our heated kiss and looked at me with a dazed 
expression. I began thrusting into her, and she closed her eyes 
in ecstasy. My hands moved over her back in a sinuous pattern, 
rubbing her body as I rapidly impaled her on my cock. Her hair 
splayed across my collarbone as she lowered her head and began 
planting hot, wet kisses on my neck and shoulder. I simply 
gripped her ass and pounded into her, driven on by the feeling of 
her lips on my skin. I marveled at the tightness of her molten 
pussy as I buried myself inside her.

I felt her pussy begin to clamp down on my cock, and I quickened 
my pace. Stacy cried out sharply and bit my shoulder. I felt a 
rush of heat and moisture coat my pistoning dick as she tensed 
up. She shuddered against me and clutched at my torso. I buried 
myself as deeply as I could and ground my hips against her.

After her intense orgasm, she began kissing my shoulder and 
murmuring something over and over again. It was too soft for me 
to hear, but I could tell it was an endearment. I put it out of 
my mind and resumed thrusting into her.

For a few minutes, I simply held onto her and moved my hips under 
her. Then I rolled us both over and resumed thrusting. When I 
bent my head to capture a puffy nipple, she gasped and held me to 
her chest. I sucked hard and pulled back, nipping the soft flesh 
with my teeth. I did the same thing to her other nipple and she 
began rocking her hips against me.

I slammed into her--causing her to cry out with each thrust--for 
a long time. Finally, I pulled out and rolled her onto her hands 
and knees. I had intended to fuck her doggie style, but when I 
looked down and saw her rounded ass, I immediately wanted to fuck 
it.

With my knees, I spread her legs further apart and aimed my 
slippery cock at her pucker. She groaned when I put the head at 
her rosebud opening, but she quickly pushed back against me. In a 
moment, I was buried in her ass. I put my hands on her hips, 
paused for a moment to lick my lips and catch my breath, and 
started fucking her.

It took me a while, but I finally felt my climax building. When 
Stacy felt me grip her hips and bury myself to the root, she 
reached through her legs and caressed my balls. She tensed up 
with the first signs of orgasm, and her ass spasmed around my 
cock. With an incoherent shout, I emptied myself into her.

-----

Afterward, we were both exhausted, and must have napped. I woke 
up to hear someone knocking on the bedroom door.

"Yeah?" I called groggily.

"You two alive in there?" Susan playfully asked through the door.

"Yeah," I said. Stacy stirred beside me and reached for me, still 
dozing.

"Will you all be ready for dinner in a half-hour?" Susan asked.

I looked at the bedside clock. When my fuzzy brain finally picked 
out the locations of the little hand and big hand, I nearly 
choked. It was almost six o'clock! "Yeah. Okay," I said. "We'll 
be right out."

Stacy was slowly rousing, so I rubbed my hand along her shoulder. 
She opened her eyes and slowly focused on me. A smile spread from 
ear to ear and she reached out for me. She put her hand on my 
chest and languidly trailed it toward my stomach. I caught her 
wrist and bent down to kiss her.

"We need to get up, sleepyhead," I said softly.

She nodded silently. A shadow passed across her expression, but 
she quickly covered it with a smile. I leaned in to kiss her 
again, and when I pulled back, she was still smiling.

"Let's go shower together," I said.

She nodded again, and I pulled her gently toward the bathroom.

-----

When we emerged from the bathroom, Susan and Mom were in the 
kitchen, fixing dinner. Erin was in the dining room, setting the 
table. Susan's formal dining room was pretty large, and lined 
with buffets and china cabinets. In all the time I'd been in her 
house, I think I'd stepped into the room no more than two or 
three times.

Stacy went to help fix dinner, and Mom suggested I help set the 
table. Erin winked at me when I walked into the dining room.

"Did you have a good afternoon?" she asked piquantly.

I blushed furiously.

She merely beamed at my discomfort. She was being friendly, and 
discretely quiet, so I didn't say any of the things that first 
came to mind.

I reached for a stack of folded towels and started laying them on 
the seats of the chairs.

Erin smiled at me, and thankfully didn't press her question.

Dinner was herb-crusted pork roast, with plenty of vegetables on 
the side. Susan seated me at the head of the table and handed me 
a carving knife. I'd seen my dad and grandfather carve often 
enough that I knew the basics. Standing at the head of the table, 
carving knife and fork in hand, I discovered the difference 
between theory and practice. Even though the meat was boneless, I 
quickly discovered that there was an art to making even cuts. I 
don't think I butchered the meat too badly, but I know the 
cutlets weren't up to my dad's standards.

Once I'd hacked the meat into semi-edible slabs, I sat down and 
the women started passing dishes full of vegetables. Susan opened 
a bottle of wine and poured some for all of us, even a half-glass 
for Erin. I tried not to smirk as she sat up straighter and tried 
to imitate Mom and Susan. I soundlessly chuckled to myself--she 
certainly could learn a lot by trying to emulate Mom or Susan.

"Have you told Paul about your big news?" Susan asked Stacy.

Stacy blushed furiously and tried to hide it by raising her 
napkin to her mouth.

"We mostly talked about... um... other stuff," I said lamely.

Mom and Susan grinned at each other and shared a look that spoke 
volumes. Even Erin grinned shamelessly. Stacy quickly sipped her 
wine and I felt my face heat. Mom was sitting to my right, and 
comfortingly laid her hand on mine.

"What big news?" she asked Stacy.

Thankful for the reprieve, Stacy smiled at Mom. "I got a 
scholarship to USC," she said seriously. She glanced quickly at 
me.

"Congratulations!" Mom exclaimed.

"Susan helped," Stacy said.

"I helped fill out the forms," Susan said. "There's a big 
difference between filling out the forms and _earning_ a 
scholarship."

Mom nodded seriously. "She's right. You should be very proud of 
yourself."

"Thanks," Stacy said quietly. She looked at me again.

"Congratulations," I said softly.

"Thank you," she said.

The table grew quiet as Stacy and I shared a look. I was very 
happy for her, but she looked a little sad. Susan sensed the 
subtle change in mood and picked up her wineglass.

"A toast," she said, raising it.

The rest of us quickly followed suit.

"Education is a journey, not a destination," Susan said. "To 
Stacy. Cheers."

"Cheers!"

We clinked our glasses and each took a sip. I smiled at Stacy 
again, and she finally smiled in return.

The rest of the dinner conversation revolved around Stacy and her 
scholarship. She'd applied for several scholarships and gotten a 
few, but they wouldn't have been enough to pay for tuition by 
themselves. Then Susan found a full scholarship program aimed at 
"non-traditional students," so she helped Stacy apply.

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised to learn that Stacy was a 
straight-A student. Susan helped her write the essay for the 
application, and Stacy had been one of six students selected for 
scholarships. Hers was one of only two full scholarships.

The scholarship covered tuition, room, and board. It even had a 
monthly stipend for incidental living expenses. It also meant 
that Stacy could keep her hard-earned savings as an emergency 
fund for a rainy day. Because she was taking two summer classes, 
she would have enough credits to transfer to the University as a 
junior.

When I learned that she'd be moving to Columbia the first week of 
August, I thought I understood the sadness in her expression. She 
was going to sell her trailer back to the Johnsons--the people 
who owned the trailer park--and get an apartment near campus.

With a letter of recommendation from her boss and Susan, Stacy 
had gotten a part-time job with an accountant in Columbia. The 
accountant, Susan explained, was trying to grow his business. It 
would be a good opportunity for Stacy to apply some of the 
knowledge she would acquire in her marketing and PR classes.

Mom, Susan, and Stacy talked animatedly about Stacy's future. She 
was clearly excited, and I was very happy for her. Mom and Susan 
vowed to help her set up housekeeping in Columbia, and Stacy 
bashfully thanked them. Stacy had never talked much about her 
mother, and if she missed her, I couldn't tell. But Susan treated 
Stacy like a daughter, and I could clearly tell that the warmth 
and affection were mutual.

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully. Susan opened another 
bottle of wine, but with five of us drinking, no one had too much 
to drink. Well, I could tell that Erin was feeling the effects of 
her two half-glasses, but she mostly smiled and listened, 
occasionally giggling when someone said something funny.

When it was time for us to go back to our cabin, Mom, Susan, and 
Erin walked out to the courtyard, "for some fresh air." Stacy 
looked at Susan gratefully and then turned toward me. As soon as 
the kitchen door was shut, she pressed herself against me and 
kissed me passionately.

Her kisses were hungry and I could tell she wanted more. But we 
both knew that Mom and Erin were waiting for me, so we didn't 
take things any further. After several minutes of heated kissing, 
we walked out to the courtyard. Susan and Stacy waved goodbye to 
us, and Mom, Erin, and I headed up the sandy road toward our 
cabin.

-----

The rest of the weekend passed quickly. Fortunately, Stacy didn't 
even try to swallow my come again. I don't know if she sensed my 
reluctance, or I was simply clever enough to redirect her any 
time she seemed inclined to try again. I know I'm sometimes not 
all that clever, so I think it was a combination of the two. 
Whatever the case, we didn't have a repeat of Friday afternoon.

We spent most of Saturday simply lounging around the lake. After 
a week of hard work, it was nice to actually do nothing. Besides, 
this _was_ our vacation. Susan had bought two inflatable rafts, 
and Stacy and I blew them up. We floated lazily in the current, 
soaking up the sun and sometimes chatting idly. For the most 
part, Erin left us alone as well.

Saturday evening, Stacy fixed me dinner at Susan's house, and 
Susan ate with my family in the clubhouse. After dinner, Stacy 
practically attacked me. By the time I staggered home, we'd had 
sex at least eight times. I only came five of those times, but 
several times, Stacy had gotten me hard and simply ridden me 
until she came. I think she must have had a gallon of my come in 
her body. Mom and Erin were asleep when I crept into our cabin, 
and I was surprised I had the energy to mount the ladder to my 
top bunk. (I seriously considered just sleeping on the couch!)

By the time Sunday arrived, Stacy no longer looked sad whenever 
she looked at me, for which I was grateful. I had no idea what 
she was sad about, and I certainly didn't like the feeling I had 
when she turned melancholy. When she left after dinner, I'm 
ashamed to say that I was looking forward to a break. I didn't 
think I'd need to masturbate for about ten years.

-----

"It's like Stacy was two different people," I said to Susan. It 
was Monday, and we were walking to Mr. Kestrel's house.

"How do you mean?"

"Well," I said. "It's hard to explain. When she was with me, and 
we were alone, she was real... I don't know how to say it... 
obedient, maybe."

Susan looked at me sharply.

"It's not like I was giving her orders or anything," I said 
defensively.

She smiled tenderly. "I know you weren't."

"When we were with other people, like at dinner on Friday, she 
was so confident and sure of herself."

"And?"

"And she wasn't like that with me," I said. "She was more... I 
don't know."

"It may be that..."

"Deferential! That's the word. She was deferential. Like I was in 
charge, and she was trying to do everything to please me." I was 
rather proud of myself for thinking of "deferential," but my face 
fell when Susan scowled.

"How so?" she asked sharply.

I told her about Stacy trying to swallow my come. And then, bit 
by bit, I told her about most of the rest of the times Stacy and 
I had been alone together. It was a twenty-minute walk from 
Susan's house to Mr. Kestrel's, and I talked most of the time.

"I think I know what's going on," Susan said heavily.

When she didn't say anything else, I looked at her.

She shook her head. "It's... complicated. And I'll admit, I didn't 
see it coming."

"See _what_ coming?"

"Although I should have," she said, ignoring my question.

"Should have _what?_"

Susan looked at me and smiled affectionately. "Don't worry about 
it. There's nothing you can do to help."

Do about what?!

"It's just something that Stacy will have to deal with."

"Deal with what?"

Susan looked at me sharply and I was momentarily taken aback. She 
smiled and patted me on the shoulder. "I think Stacy is..." She 
paused for a moment, as if searching for the right words. "I 
think she's probably a little depressed about going off to the 
University."

"I thought she'd be happy..."

"She is. But she's also leaving home. She's moving to Columbia, 
and she'll be on her own, with new friends and classes, and a new 
job. And she won't be around any of the people she's come to 
know... and to love."

"Oh. Like you?"

She nodded. "And... other people."

"The people who own the trailer park? The Johnsons?"

"Yes. Them too," Susan said.

I nodded sagely. "Yeah, I can see that."

Susan looked at me sidelong. Then she sighed deeply and smiled at 
me.

I suddenly got the feeling that I didn't understand things as 
well as I thought I did. Before I could ask, we reached Mr. 
Kestrel's house. Susan didn't say anything else, and over the 
course of the day, my curiosity faded.

The wind whipped up shortly after lunchtime, and a thunderstorm 
dumped fat raindrops for nearly thirty minutes. After it passed, 
the skies were clear and blue. My questions about Stacy 
completely forgotten, Susan and I finished the remainder of the 
packing. When we were done, we turned off the air conditioner, 
made sure the windows were all closed and locked, and generally 
secured the house. Afterward, we walked back to Susan's in 
exhausted silence.

-----

For the remainder of that week, I actually got to relax, lie in 
the sun, and generally enjoy myself. I also volunteered to help 
Mom go grocery shopping. She was a little startled by my offer, 
but gladly accepted. While we were in town, we stopped by a 
sporting goods store, where I used some of the money I'd earned 
working on Mr. Kestrel's house--I bought a weight bench that 
would lie flat, and had three incline angles.

I kept up my lifting routine, which was made considerably easier 
with the new bench. After each morning workout, I jogged down the 
hill and dived headlong into the frigid waters of the lake. I 
didn't swim around long enough to catch a chill, just a quick dip 
to cool down and rinse off. When I was done, I walked back up the 
hill and fixed a bowl of cereal for breakfast.

The following Friday, Stacy came out to visit for the weekend. As 
soon as she got there, I helped her unload her car. Susan and Mom 
had come to greet her as well, but before Stacy and I could say 
more than two words to each other, Mom asked me to help her with 
something. I wondered what she could need my help with, but I 
went with her anyway.

It turned out she wanted me to help her take the laundry from the 
clubhouse laundry room back to our cabin. I wondered why she 
needed me to carry the basket, but I didn't ask questions. Once 
we got to the cabin, she asked me to help her fold the sheets and 
towels. Grudgingly, I did it. When we were finally done--nearly a 
half-hour later--I raced back down to Susan's house. She and 
Stacy were sitting in the courtyard talking.

When I rounded the corner, panting slightly from my jog, they 
both looked up at me. Stacy's eyes were red and a little puffy, 
as if she'd been crying, but she smiled at me. Susan smiled as 
well, and asked me to carry their towels and the two inflatable 
rafts down to the lake. She told me that they'd meet me at the 
lake in a few minutes.

A few minutes turned into almost an hour, but when they showed 
up, they both smiled at me. Stacy was her usual self the rest of 
the weekend. We had a _lot_ of sex while she was there, including 
one memorable walk from the clubhouse back to Susan's house.

It was after dark, and Stacy dropped to her knees to suck my 
dick. We were close enough to the lights of the clubhouse that I 
was worried about someone seeing us. As soon as I was hard, she 
stood, put her arms around my neck, and lifted herself off the 
ground. I grasped her thighs as she wrapped them around me. We 
fumbled for a moment, but eventually I slid my cock inside her. I 
walked her home, holding her and fucking her the entire way. We 
saw other people in the dark, but no one noticed us.

We got to Susan's, and I ended up holding her with my arms and 
simply slamming into her. It was a little awkward, but it worked. 
When I filled her with semen, she cried out softly and bit my 
shoulder. Afterward, I held her and we kissed until my arms 
started to shake. Reluctantly, she climbed off me and headed 
inside. When I got back to our cabin, I went to the bathroom to 
wash the smell of sex off me.

I lay awake in bed a long time, thinking about the Sex Walk, as 
I'd begun to think of it. It was one of the most daring and 
thrilling things I'd ever done (without Susan, that is). We'd 
walked more than a quarter-mile in the open, having sex the 
entire time. Anyone could have seen what we were up to.

After a long time lying awake, I quietly got up and went to the 
bathroom. Once the door was shut, I jerked off. Despite the fact 
that I'd had sex with Stacy several times during the day, I shot 
a tremendous amount of semen against shower wall. I cleaned up my 
mess, and crept back to bed.

The next day, after Stacy left, Dad called Susan's house. Mom had 
been expecting the call, and was there waiting for it. Dad was at 
our house in Atlanta, spending two days there before his final 
trip. Mom was due to pick him up in Columbia on Wednesday. Susan 
and Stacy were driving to Columbia as well--to rent an apartment, 
get electricity and phones in Stacy's name, and take care of 
details for her enrollment at USC.

When Wednesday arrived, Mom took our station wagon, while Susan 
and Stacy took Susan's car. They drove down together, and met my 
dad at the airport. Afterward, they all had lunch together. Mom 
and Dad drove back to camp, and Stacy and Susan went apartment 
hunting. They were due to return at the end of the weekend.

For my part, I paid little attention to all this. I had bigger 
things on my mind, or so I told myself. It was the end of June, 
and Gina's family was supposed to arrive on Saturday. Over and 
over, I rehearsed what I wanted to say to her. Susan had given me 
some last minute pointers, but I was basically on my own.

It seemed like the days and hours crept by. On one hand, I 
couldn't wait to see her. On the other, I dreaded it like nothing 
I'd ever had to face.

Finally, Saturday arrived, and I anxiously waited for Gina and 
her family.

-----

Copyright (c) 2003 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.

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