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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 12
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
Revision: 1.0
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                       STANDARD DISCLAIMER

The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT 
entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL 
nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or 
language, please DO NOT read any further.

All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to 
any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely 
coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse 
any of the activities described in this story.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without 
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER TWELVE

It was still mid-morning when Stacy and I cleaned ourselves up 
and headed to the kitchen. I noticed, with only a hint of 
amusement, that she moved through Susan's kitchen with complete 
assurance. She opened cupboards and retrieved pots and utensils 
with practiced ease. This was an entirely new side of Stacy, one 
I'd never seen before, and I couldn't help but grin at her 
domesticity. She smiled with aplomb, handed me a large pot, and 
directed me to start some water boiling.

While she was adding ingredients to a large casserole dish full 
of beans, I filled the pot with water and set it on the stove. 
Per her instructions, I added some salt, put the lid on the pot, 
and turned the burner on high. It took a long time to come to a 
boil, but when it did, I dumped in two boxes of elbow macaroni. 
The entire time, Stacy and I grinned at each other constantly. 
She was so happy that she practically danced around the kitchen. 
Susan came back a little later, took one look at us, and smiled 
broadly.

"Paul," she said, still smirking. "Dwight asked if you could help 
him with the barbeque. Would you?"

"I'd be glad to."

"Thanks," she said.

The two women shared a conspiratorial grin, then Stacy rose on 
tiptoe and kissed my cheek. She practically beamed at me as I 
turned to go. The door hadn't even shut behind me before they 
launched into animated conversation.

-----

I think Dwight wanted the company more than he wanted the help, 
since he seemed to have things well in hand. He stood before the 
large grill like a king surveying his domain. I tried not to 
snicker at the mental imaged I'd conjured up--his "robe of state" 
was a large apron with a big pair of red lips and "Kiss the Cook" 
printed across it. (There are any number of things you don't need 
clothes for, but tending a barbeque grill is _not_ one of them.)

As soon as I got there, he had his son, Jonathan, fetch him a 
fresh beer and a small glass. When he returned, Dwight opened the 
beer. He poured about a third of it into the glass, which he 
handed to me. He clinked the bottleneck against the rim of my 
glass and took a swig. I took a slightly smaller swig and was 
happy I hadn't tried to swallow more. At the tender age of 
sixteen, I had _no_ idea what the appeal of beer was, especially 
after tasting it. But it felt cool and grown-up to be drinking 
it, so I smiled like it was ambrosia.

Most of the moms were in the clubhouse preparing food, but mine 
came out to check on me. The fact that she knew where to find me 
meant she and Susan were deep in cahoots. Again. I shook my head 
good-naturedly at the thought.

Mom kissed my cheek, smiled at me, and handed me an apron of my 
own. Mine read "Women Love a Man Who Can Cook." She noticed my 
small glass of beer and smiled indulgently.

"Don't let him get into too much trouble, Dwight," she said as 
she turned to go.

"Now, what would be the fun in that, Beth?" he asked, winking at 
me.

She merely shook her head and kept walking.

Dwight taught me how to baste the ribs and pork shoulder, and 
when to turn them. In addition to his other utensils, he had a 
squirt bottle filled with water and a small bag of Hickory chips. 
He showed me how to keep the fire from flaring up, as well as 
when and where to judiciously add the wood chips. Jonathan and 
Alan Nolan were our helpers. If we needed anything, one of the 
boys would run and fetch it.

Dad and Chris Coulter joined us after a while, bringing cold 
beers. Dad spied my empty glass and arched his eyebrows at me. I 
started to protest my innocence, but he merely smiled and 
refilled it from his own bottle. Having my dad pour me a beer 
made me feel grown-up, and my chest swelled with pride.

Since the women were inside the clubhouse preparing all the other 
food, most of the men gravitated to the grill. Even with all the 
extra help and suggestions, it was clear that I was Dwight's 
Chief Assistant. In their company, I was no longer a boy. I was a 
man.

Gunny Kershaw joined us and several of the men scrambled to offer 
him a chair. Then, all of them sat around and shot the breeze for 
a while. Whenever Gunny said anything to my dad, he automatically 
added "sir" to the end of it. Dad was the only one who received 
the deferential treatment, but he didn't seem to notice.

Since Gunny had an attentive audience, he launched into stories 
from Korea and Japan. Dwight grinned and nudged me in the ribs. 
At one point--in the middle of a story involving two American 
nurses, the Admiral's limo, and a car chase through Tokyo (during 
which one nurse was "playing the skin flute like a virtuoso," 
whatever that meant)--Gunny's audience was laughing so hard, I 
thought someone might pass out.

By the time the meat was done, I had drunk almost two bottles of 
beer. My eyes were watering, due to a combination of the smoke 
from the barbeque and laughing at Gunny's stories. I was a little 
buzzed from the beer and I was having the time of my life.

Dwight sent the boys into the clubhouse to tell Susan the 
barbeque was ready, and to fetch two large wooden cutting boards. 
While they were inside, Dwight and I set up a sturdy folding 
table. When they returned, we put the cutting boards on the table 
and started taking meat off the grill.

Dwight then sent the boys back inside to retrieve a couple of 
large roasting pans. He began pulling meat from the pork 
shoulders while I cut the long slabs of ribs into two- and three-
rib pieces. The boys returned and held the pans while Dwight and 
I loaded them with barbequed pork. Jonathan and Alan were 
practically groaning under the weight, but they grinned the 
entire time.

A steady stream of people began to emerge from the clubhouse, 
most of them bearing bowls or platters of food. Earlier in the 
day, the men had gathered all the picnic tables and chairs from 
around the camp. They were soon laden with food.

With steadying hands from Dad and Chris, Susan climbed onto a 
chair and gazed over the assembled crowd. With practiced ease, 
she thanked each of the women by name and told us what they had 
prepared. She even singled out Dwight and me for cooking the 
meat. Finally, she thanked everyone else for their help. With 
that, we all grabbed plates and started loading them with food.

Gina was there, of course, but she didn't even look at me. I 
wanted to talk to her, but I could tell she didn't want to have 
anything to do with me. I was going to sit off by myself but Kara 
and Stacy invited me to join them. They were sitting at a table 
with Gina, Erin, Leah, and Trish. I tried to decline. They 
insisted, so I gave in and joined them.

Gina looked daggers at me as I sat down. I smiled, but when she 
didn't return the gesture, I nodded dejectedly. As soon as I 
started eating, Gina slammed her utensils on the table, got up in 
a huff, and stormed off. Kara watched her go and frowned in 
irritation. She started to rise and go after Gina, but her mother 
beat her to it.

"I'll take care of this, Kara," Elizabeth said. Her clipped 
British accent was flat and determined.

Gina had stalked off in the direction of their cabin, and 
Elizabeth followed. I'm not the best judge of emotions, but even 
_I_ could tell she was displeased.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Don't be," Kara said quickly.

Stacy smiled at me tightly, and I could tell that she wanted to 
take my hand.

"If she can't be polite," Kara continued, "then she deserves what 
she's about to get."

"Do I want to know what she's about to get?" I asked. I hated the 
idea that Gina would get in trouble over me.

Kara shrugged. "Mom'll probably just talk to her this time. She's 
got a very low tolerance for discourtesy, and that was just plain 
uncalled-for."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"It's _not_ your fault," Kara said firmly. "If she wants to be 
angry, that's her decision. But Mom draws the line at being 
rude." She looked at Leah. "We weren't raised like that."

Leah shook her head quickly. "We weren't. If _I_ did something 
like that, I'd be grounded for a couple of days."

"You would _not_," Kara said.

"Says you, Miss Perfect."

I honestly thought they were going to start arguing. That would 
make me feel even worse.

Instead, Kara looked disaffected and tossed her hair back. "You 
may call me Perfect," she said, with theatrical haughtiness.

When she snickered, the mood immediately lightened. Leah laughed 
as well, and we all joined in. Afterward, conversation at our 
table slowly resumed as we continued eating.

The barbeque was incredible. The meat practically fell off the 
bones, and the pulled shoulder just about melted in my mouth. 
There's a certain freedom that comes from eating messy barbeque 
at a nudist camp, and I quickly found that I was enjoying myself. 
Unfortunately, I was in a conversational divide: the younger 
girls talked about Girl Stuff, while Kara and Stacy talked about 
college.

Gina's mother came back about twenty minutes later and said 
something quiet to her husband. He frowned for a moment and then 
nodded seriously. She returned to her seat and I looked up to 
find Kara staring at me. She could see the concern plainly 
written upon my face, and she shrugged almost imperceptibly.

After most everyone finished eating, people drifted off in groups 
of three or four. My sister and her friends headed down to the 
lake with Jonathan and Alan. Leigh Nolan went along to watch 
after the younger kids.

Mom volunteered me to help with the clean up. Six or seven of the 
women began cleaning up the food and taking the leftovers inside 
to one of the refrigerators. I was one of a group of six guys who 
collected the trash and generally picked up our picnic area. With 
exaggerated groans from some of the guys, we started moving lawn 
furniture back to its original locations.

The picnic tables were large and heavy--they were constructed of 
hardwood planks--and I suddenly had the urge to see if I could 
pick one up. It was tough, but I was strong enough to carry the 
table by myself. I had to hold it against my chest carefully and 
watch where I walked, but all the men were impressed. It was 
awkward at first, but it was worth it to hear their 
encouragement. When I returned from moving the first table, the 
five of them were standing around the next one.

"Okay, Charles Atlas," my dad said, gesturing at the table. "It's 
all yours."

They grinned unabashedly as I moved to pick it up. With the first 
one, I had discovered the secret to lifting them--it was all 
about grip and leverage. To a large extent, wrestling is all 
about grip and leverage, and I knew what I was doing. I cleanly 
snatched the table off the ground, shifted it over my center of 
gravity, and clutched it to my chest. I heard a low whistle from 
one of the men. Since my face was hidden by the large table, I 
grinned.

"_You_, sir," Dad said to Dwight, "owe me a beer."

I made sure the table was balanced and started to waddle toward 
the side porch.

Dwight laughed raucously. "I think I owe your _son_ a beer, 
David."

"Then I'll share it with him," Dad said.

The rest of the men laughed and I heard them begin picking up 
chairs and benches.

They left the remaining four picnic tables for me. By the time 
I'd moved the first three, the women had finished with the 
leftovers. I hefted the last table with everyone watching. They 
gave me an enthusiastic round of applause when I got it settled 
against my chest and started moving toward the shuffleboard 
court.

When I returned, Stacy was beaming at me and holding a tall glass 
of lemonade. She handed it to me and I swallowed half of it in 
one long draft. Kara smiled at me as well, and we all headed down 
the hill, bound for the cool waters of the lake.

-----

After everyone had a swim and relaxed for a while, a bunch of us 
ended up playing volleyball. After another swim, most everyone 
simply lounged around on chairs or towels. I didn't see Gina for 
the rest of the afternoon.

Erin and her friends monopolized the raft, so Kara, Stacy, and I 
blew up some inflatable rafts from Susan's house and simply 
floated around the lake. I held on to their rafts, and each of 
them had a hand on mine. Because Kara and Stacy wanted to talk, 
they put me in the middle, facing the opposite direction. We 
floated around the lake as a unit, drifting wherever the current 
took us.

It was obvious Kara and Stacy were becoming fast friends, and 
their conversation covered a wide range of subjects. I quickly 
zoned out and simply dozed for a while.

-----

Because we had such a big lunch late in the afternoon, nobody 
really ate dinner. Instead, there was a party atmosphere around 
the lake. Dad and Chris brought down a cooler of drinks, but no 
one felt the need for food. I know _I_ certainly wasn't hungry.

Stacy, Kara, and I had moved to towels on the grass at the 
shallow end of the lake. I kept hoping Gina would come down, but 
I was disappointed. Kara noticed me looking forlornly up the hill 
and nudged me gently.

"She's probably still up in the cabin 'cause Mom grounded her," 
she said.

"Grounded her?" I asked, somewhat shocked.

"Not for long," she assured me. "Mom's method of childrearing is 
to point out our transgressions, explain how we should've handled 
things, and then say, 'I want you to sit here and think about 
what you've done.'"

"Really?"

She nodded. "So you shouldn't worry. That's the way Mom is. The 
reason Gina's not down here probably has nothing to do with you."

"Oh."

"Yep. And it works, too," she said. "I vividly remember the last 
time _I_ had to sit there and think about what I'd done."

"When was that?" Stacy asked.

Kara laughed ruefully. "Two years ago. I had a big date and Leah 
accidentally spilled perfume on my dress. I was furious."

"I'll bet," Stacy said.

"I yelled at her and told her I wanted her to die."

"Really?" I asked.

"Oh, yes. Needless to say, I didn't go on my date. It was too 
late to call the guy, so he actually got to the house to pick me 
up. Mom let him in, but she made _me_ tell him I couldn't go out 
with him. Then I spent the rest of the night in my room. I had 
to..."

"Sit there and think about what you'd done," Stacy and I 
chorused. We grinned at each other.

Kara laughed softly. "Yeah. I felt awful, too. Especially after 
Mom pointed out that Leah was only trying to help. I've been real 
nice to her ever since."

"I'll bet," Stacy said.

"Mom makes sure we realize the consequences of our actions," Kara 
said. "And she makes sure we're polite."

"Yeah," I said softly. I thought about Gina, sitting all alone in 
her cabin. "Polite or not, though, I still want to see her."

Stacy reached out and caressed my thigh.

"You will," said Kara. "And I can almost guarantee she'll be much 
nicer when you do."

"Well, it's not like I don't deserve it."

"You _don't_ deserve it," Kara said testily. "You were honest 
with her, and that's a lot more than most guys would've been." 
She looked over me at Stacy. "Am I right?"

Stacy nodded.

"You love her and you want her to be happy," Kara said. Once 
again, she looked over me and met Stacy's eyes. "Oh, I'm so 
sorry. I wasn't thinking..."

"It's okay," said Stacy. Her jaw clenched and then she forced a 
smile. "I know you didn't mean anything."

Kara sat up and looked at Stacy. "I'm kinda thirsty," she said 
distractedly. "Are you thirsty, Stacy?"

She started to shake her head, but I guess something in Kara's 
expression made Stacy nod instead.

"Would you mind getting us some drinks, Paul?" Kara asked.

"Not at all. I'd love to."

I got up and walked around the lake. The sun was just dipping 
toward the far ridge, and it would soon be dark enough to shoot 
off the fireworks. When I looked back, Stacy and Kara were 
sitting up and talking to each other. I grabbed three Cokes from 
the cooler and headed back to the girls. When I got there, they 
were still talking. They stopped as soon as I walked up.

Kara smiled at me apologetically. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "I 
forgot to tell you. I wanted a Sprite. Do you mind?"

"No problem," I said.

I set down two of the Cokes and walked back around the lake. I 
dropped the extra Coke back into the cooler, plunged my hand into 
the icy water, and found a Sprite. When I got back to the girls, 
they had their heads close together and were carrying on a 
serious conversation. They stopped talking as I came closer, then 
smiled when I handed the Sprite to Kara. She thanked me and I sat 
down on my towel to enjoy my Coke.

-----

When it got darker, my dad called to me from across the lake.

"Yes?!" I answered.

"Time for the fireworks, son!"

Stacy and Kara grinned at me.

"I'll be right there, Dad!"

We picked up our towels and started walking around the edge of 
the lake. Dad had retrieved all of our fireworks and Dwight was 
just coming down the hill with a crate of his own.

I had just started looking for Gina when Kara nudged my elbow and 
pointed toward a cluster of loungers. Mom, Susan, and Elizabeth 
were sitting together. Gina was next to her mother. I felt a rush 
of emotion when I saw her. I missed talking to her more than 
anything. I liked Kara, and I loved Stacy, but it wasn't the same 
with either of them. I wanted to wave to Gina, but she never even 
looked my direction.

I couldn't get her attention before everybody started moving the 
lounge chairs into a large semi-circle around the shore of the 
lake. We would launch our fireworks from the center of the 
cleared area. The ground was sandy enough so that we could stick 
rockets in it, and we could use the lake's brick coping for 
things that needed a firmer base. And if anything went wrong, the 
lake had all the water we could possibly need.

We made sure to set our crates of fireworks well away from our 
"launch pad" and Dwight passed out Bic lighters. Gina's dad came 
down to help, and the four of us quickly sorted out the various 
fireworks. We wanted a grand finale, so we saved the largest ones 
for last. I was given the honor of lighting the first rocket.

We started shooting off bottle rockets and other little rockets, 
but occasionally lit a big rocket or Roman candle. We lit strings 
of firecrackers and tossed smoke bombs (which float) into the 
lake to watch them fizzle and dance. I was having a great time, 
and so was everyone else. I looked up once and Gina was smiling 
and clapping with the rest of the crowd. Knowing she was enjoying 
herself made me feel a little better.

While Dad and Dwight were firing off several Roman candles, Chris 
and I started lighting sparklers and passing them to the crowd. 
He gently shoved me toward the right of the group and then he 
moved to the left. Gina was on the right side of the semi-circle, 
and I began to suspect he'd planned it that way. I took out a 
handful of sparklers, lit them, and started passing them out, one 
by one.

When I got to Gina, I took out a half-dozen sparklers and lit 
them all at once. With a flourish, I presented the "bouquet" to 
her. Under her mother's watchful eye, she graciously accepted 
them. She didn't smile, but she didn't glare either. It wasn't 
much, I thought, but it was a start. When I looked up, both Chris 
and my dad were watching me. I felt my face and neck heat up as 
they grinned unrepentantly.

Parents!

Kara was sitting next to Gina, and I decided to give her a couple 
of sparklers as well. I know it was a minor gesture, but I wanted 
to be nice to her. After all, she'd certainly helped me a lot. 
She smiled politely when I handed them to her. Her smiled widened 
when I moved in front of Stacy.

I was acutely aware that Gina was watching my every move. I 
didn't want to overdo things, but I suddenly found myself a 
little perturbed that she hadn't even smiled at me. With a 
theatrical flourish, I lit another "bouquet" of sparklers and 
handed them to Stacy.

Her eyes never left mine as she accepted them. I grinned as her 
hand lingered on my own, and her eyes glittered as she smiled in 
return. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gina's indifferent 
facade momentarily crumble. A part of me actually enjoyed her 
jealous reaction.

I winked at Stacy and moved on, taking out another batch of 
sparklers as I did. I lit them and started passing them out in 
singles and pairs. I felt both Stacy and Gina's eyes following 
me, and smiled to myself. I wasn't trying to play games with 
either of them, but I have to admit I'm only human, and I 
certainly wasn't above inciting a few feelings of envy.

By the time Chris and I passed out all the sparklers, we were 
ready for the grand finale. As fast as we could, we launched our 
biggest and best rockets. For the next ten minutes, we lit up the 
night sky and rocked the small valley with the sound of 
gunpowder. Everyone _oohed_ and _aahed_ as the rockets exploded 
into showers of light with thunderous reports. When we were done 
and the smoke began to clear, the audience clapped and cheered.

Everyone surrounded us and most of the men shook our hands. Gunny 
Kershaw clapped me on the shoulder, then congratulated my dad and 
the others. Because Dad and Dwight had been extremely safety 
conscious, we hadn't had a single mishap. I think we were as 
proud of that as we were of the show itself. Since we had been 
working to light all the fireworks, none of us had really seen 
much of the show, but everyone told us it was spectacular.

I beamed with pride as Stacy and Kara gave me hugs. Mom and Susan 
congratulated me as well, and I felt like I was ten feet tall. 
Gina and her mom even said something nice to me, but Gina's 
thanks seemed strictly pro forma. My enthusiasm was dampened when 
I saw her facial expression, and Kara frowned in response.

I was hoping Gina would stick around after the fireworks, but 
after I saw her face, I guess I was kind of glad she didn't. She 
and her mother said their goodbyes and headed up the hill toward 
their cabin. I watched them go with mixed emotions. I still loved 
Gina very much, but I wondered how much time she'd need before 
she stopped giving me the cold (and angry) shoulder.

Dad, Dwight, Chris, and I then cleaned up the remains of the 
fireworks: paper wrappers, leftover cardboard tubes, and stuff 
like that. Most of the crowd was headed up the hill to the 
clubhouse, or to their various houses, cabins, or rooms. When we 
finished cleaning up, the men turned toward the clubhouse as 
well.

"You coming, Paul?" Dad asked.

"I don't think so."

Stacy and Kara had lingered when the others left, and I wanted to 
hang out with them.

Dad looked over his shoulder at the two girls. "Okay, son. Don't 
stay out too late."

"I won't. Thanks, Dad."

He picked up the crate of trash and chuckled softly as he joined 
Chris and Dwight.

I walked over to Stacy and Kara. "Y'all wanna hang out for a 
while?"

Stacy nodded immediately. Kara grinned at the two of us and then 
nodded as well.

"I'll go see if I can borrow a blanket from Susan's," I said.

"Okay," Kara said. "But I've got to go to the bathroom. Where 
will you two be when I get back?"

"Why don't you just go to the bathroom at Susan's?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I need to use the bathroom at our cabin."

"Why? Susan's is so much closer. You can just--"

"Paul," Stacy said, interrupting me. She looked pointedly at 
Kara's bikini bottoms.

I followed her gaze. Yeah? So? "I mean, it's right up the hill," 
I said, still confused.

Kara laughed musically and I clenched my teeth. Her laugh sounded 
just like Gina's. With an effort of will, I put thoughts of Gina 
out of my mind.

Kara stood on tiptoe and kissed me on the cheek. To my surprise, 
she turned to Stacy and kissed her cheek as well. "Where will you 
two be?" she asked Stacy.

"I guess we'll be on the far side of the lake," Stacy said. 
"Where we were this afternoon."

"Okay," Kara said. "Thanks. I'll see you when I come back down."

With that, she turned to go. I was still perplexed, and my 
confusion only deepened when Stacy chuckled.

"Paul," she said patiently. "When a woman's got her period, and 
she says she needs to go to the bathroom, don't ask any 
questions."

"You mean...? I mean... she had to...um... you know...?"

Stacy nodded and tried not to grin. She wasn't all that 
successful.

I shut my mouth abruptly.

"Sometimes, you're so adorable," she said. She hugged herself to 
my arm and kissed my shoulder.

Her breasts bracketed my arm, and I relished the feeling of her 
warm skin against mine.

"Let's go get that blanket," she said, her voice soft and sultry.

I didn't have to be asked twice.

-----

"May I ask you a question?" I asked Kara.

It was now fully dark, and we'd been hanging out and talking for 
the past half-hour.

"Sure," she said.

"It's kinda personal," I said. "So I guess you don't have to 
answer it if you don't want to."

She chuckled. "Go ahead and ask."

"Okay." I tried to think of how to ask my question, but I 
couldn't think of a clever euphemism. I shifted nervously. "Okay... 
um... here goes..."

"Just ask," she said. She and Stacy smiled at my nervousness.

"Okay. Well... um... You and Gina have both got your period."

"Yes."

"So does your mom. And I guess Leah does too, since she's wearing 
bikini bottoms. Right?"

"Yes," she said patiently.

"So, how come all of you have got your period at the same time?" 
Sometimes, I'm glad I'm a guy. _Really_ glad.

She and Stacy looked at each other and they grinned uncertainly.

"I'm sorry," I said, crestfallen. "I guess it was a dumb 
question. Forget I even asked."

Kara leaned forward and laid her hand on my thigh. "No," she said 
soothingly. "It's not a dumb question. I guess we," she nodded at 
Stacy, "have grown up with our periods, and it's just something 
that we don't think about much. As to why we've all got our 
periods at the same time, it just happens that way."

"It does?"

Both of them nodded.

"Haven't you noticed it with your mom and Erin?" Kara asked.

I shrugged. "I guess. I mean, I don't pay much attention to it. 
Unless we're here at camp, there's really no way for me to know."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Kara said.

"So, why does it happen all at once?"

"I don't know, exactly," she said. "It has to do with hormones, I 
guess. I've always gotten my period within a few days of Mom. And 
since I've been on the pill, I'm as regular as clockwork. I mean, 
I can tell, down to the day, when I'll start." She looked at 
Stacy. "Right?"

Stacy nodded. "Pretty much."

"How?" I asked.

"Well, I know when I'm gonna get my period. But I can also tell 
by the pills," Kara said.

"Huh? I mean, what's so special about 'em? They're just pills, 
right?"

"Have you ever _seen_ birth control pills?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"You need to get more involved, Paul," she said, half seriously, 
half sarcastically. "Seriously, you should pay attention to this 
stuff. I mean, it's kinda your responsibility, too."

"Well, I'm asking, aren't I?" I said, trying not to sound 
defensive.

"He did ask," Stacy said. She and Kara looked at each other and 
giggled.

Kara tried to control her laughter and looked at me earnestly. 
"This is serious stuff, I'm sorry."

"No problem," I said dryly.

"Okay, here's how it works. Most birth control packs have twenty-
eight pills," Kara explained. "The first twenty-one are usually 
white. At least, that's what color mine are."

Stacy nodded.

"They're for the first three weeks of your cycle, and they've got 
the hormones and stuff in them. The last seven pills don't have 
anything in them, kinda like placebos, I guess. They're mostly 
just to keep you on a regular schedule, so you don't forget to 
take your pill. Anyway, those're are usually blue."

"Mine are pink," Stacy said. "But, yeah."

"So," Kara continued, "I know that when I take the last blue 
pill, I'm going to start my period the next day. And I start a 
new pack of pills at the same time."

"I'm not _quite_ that regular," Stacy added. "I usually start 
with the first couple of pills, but sometimes, it's more like the 
fourth or fifth."

"Oh. But that still doesn't explain why it all happens at the 
same time."

"It doesn't _always_ happen like that. But most of the time, it 
does. See, Mom's not on the pill," Kara said. "She's had her 
tubes tied. So she's _usually_ the same day as me, but not 
always. And now that Gina's on the pill, she's a day behind me. 
And Leah's normally the same day. But since she's not on the 
pill, it varies."

"Oh, okay."

"So my dad generally has to work late on the days before we all 
start," she said with a laugh. "We can get pretty cranky. Dad's a 
smart guy."

"He'd have to be," I said. "Since he's living in a house full of 
smart women who all get cranky at the same time."

Kara turned to Stacy. "Doesn't he say the sweetest things?"

They grinned at each other.

We were quiet for a few moments, then Stacy looked at me and 
stretched. I was sitting cross-legged, and she asked if she could 
lie down and put her head in my lap. She had That Look in her 
eye. Of course, I agreed.

Her soft, curly hair brushed against my penis and I almost jumped 
out of my skin. I guess I should have been expecting it, but I 
had no idea it would feel so _good_. I closed my eyes to savor 
the sensation. When I opened them, Kara was grinning at me. I 
smiled sheepishly and her grin widened.

When I started massaging Stacy's temples, she sighed and closed 
her eyes. I rubbed for a few minutes and then moved down behind 
her ears to her upper neck. I gently kneaded her muscles and she 
groaned in pleasure.

Kara's eyes twinkled as she smiled at me. Stacy started moving 
her head from side to side as I worked the tension out of her 
neck. Her breathing deepened and I watched her face go slack as 
she relaxed. The crown of her head pressed against the tip of my 
dick and her silky hair began to have an effect on me.

I've had some erections that occurred so quickly they almost 
hurt--but nothing in the world compared to the feeling of my dick 
_slowly_ swelling with arousal. It happened so gradually I could 
actually enjoy it.

Stacy smiled when she felt my tumescent manhood press against the 
top of her head. She arched her neck a little and rubbed against 
me more firmly. I moved my hands down her neck to her shoulders 
and tenderly kneaded them. She sighed blissfully and her neck 
went limp. When it did, my nearly erect dick pressed against the 
back of her head, hidden by her dark hair.

"I bet that feels really nice," Kara said.

I'd almost forgotten she was there.

"Mmmmm," Stacy breathed. "It _does_."

"In that case, I think I'll let you two have some privacy," Kara 
said. She shifted and crawled toward Stacy. "You're a lucky 
woman, Stacy."

When Stacy started to rise, my erection sprang into view. Kara 
put her hand between Stacy's breasts and pushed her back to the 
blanket.

Kara's eyes locked on my hard-on and her eyebrows rose. "I didn't 
know _how_ lucky," she said with a smile, still staring at my 
dick. She shifted her gaze to Stacy, and they exchanged knowing 
smiles.

Kara leaned down, her hand brushing lightly down Stacy's trim 
stomach. Stacy rose a little to meet her and their lips met. 
Kara's face was only inches from my erection, and the thought 
thrilled me.

What I thought would be a quick kiss turned into something 
hotter. My dick swelled at the sight. As the kiss drew out, I 
looked down Stacy's body. Kara was idly running her fingers 
through Stacy's pubic hair, pressing down ever so slightly at the 
top of her slit. When they separated, they were both breathing a 
little heavier.

"I'm jealous," Kara said softly.

Stacy smiled in response and I tried not to blush. I don't think 
I was successful. Kara leaned down and kissed Stacy again--a 
light, playful kiss--then sat up. Stacy's eyes were still closed, 
but I recognized the expression on her face.

It was pure desire.

Kara leaned forward and pressed her cheek against mine, kissing 
me lightly. "Tonight," she whispered, "you take care of Stacy." 
She kissed me again. It was a lingering, warm kiss, and I could 
feel her breath against my skin. "She told me what you said this 
morning."

I nearly choked.

"She's very lucky to have you," she said, her voice still pitched 
low.

I swallowed hard and nodded dumbly.

"I'll work on Gina," Kara said quietly. With that, she stood and 
smiled down at us. "Night," she said softly.

"Night," Stacy and I chorused.

When she was gone, I turned back to Stacy.

She made a moue. "You stopped rubbing," she said with feigned 
distress.

I grinned at her and resumed massaging her shoulders. She closed 
her eyes and settled into my lap, making happy, relaxed noises.

After a few minutes of working on her shoulders and upper arms, I 
moved down her chest to the sides of her breasts. Since they 
weren't big enough to really spread to the sides, they kept their 
nearly perfect shape.

I traced my fingers along the outer curve and her breathing 
quickened. Using only my fingertips, I started spiraling toward 
her nipples. When I came close to her areolas, I spiraled back 
out. She whimpered impatiently, but I didn't reverse my fingers' 
course. When I moved back inward, her nipples became puffy and 
their color darkened.

I smiled to myself as she began to squirm in my lap. My cock 
throbbed as her hair rubbed against it. I leaned forward a little 
and ran the backs of my fingernails down her torso. When I got to 
her firm stomach, I flipped my hands over and ran the pads of my 
fingers up the valley between her breasts. I circled around the 
tops and then cupped the sides, pushing them together gently.

"Do you wish I had bigger boobs?" she asked suddenly.

"Why?" I kept my fingers moving along her smooth skin.

"Gina's are bigger, Susan's are bigger, and Kara's are bigger. 
That girl, what's her name? Kelly? Kimberly?"

"Kendall," I said softly.

"Hers are a lot bigger."

"So?"

"Mine are so _small_," she said.

"I like 'em."

"But don't you wish they were bigger?"

"You know what I wish?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"I wish you could look through my eyes. I wish you could see how 
beautiful you are."

Her eyes brimmed with tears.

"When I look at you, I don't see just your breasts, or hips, or 
legs. I don't even see just a pretty face. I see a person I like, 
a person I love. I see a smart, funny, beautiful _person_."

She blinked and tears rolled down her face.

"And I think your boobs are perfect. But I'll tell you, whenever 
I look at them, I _do_ think one thing."

Her breath caught in her throat and she looked at me anxiously.

"I think, 'Those're for _me?!_'"

She laughed tearfully and then smiled at me. "Paul?"

"Mmm hmm?"

"Can we pretend we're on that Caribbean island, only the two of 
us? Maybe just for tonight?"

I nodded. I shifted from under her, making sure to cradle her 
head and let it down gently. She smiled as I moved around her 
body. I knelt next to her and kissed her warmly. Her breathing 
quickened and our kiss grew heated. When I pulled back, I smiled 
at her and moved down her body.

I sucked one nipple into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. 
She arched her back and hissed when I nipped it gently. I 
switched to the other nipple, but didn't linger. Planting kisses 
as I went, I slowly worked my way toward her pussy. She spread 
her legs for me and I lay between them. I shifted slightly and 
rearranged my erection. When it was comfortably pressed against 
my stomach, I turned my attention back to her sex.

The scent of her excitement greeted me as I bent forward to kiss 
her lips. She was moist, but not wet, and I gently nosed her 
labia. She whimpered as I kissed along the length of her slit. 
Her breathing grew a little ragged when I pressed my mouth 
against her pussy. Soft pubic hair parted before my questing 
tongue and I tasted her. I tasted dewdrops of her arousal--the 
flavor was tangy, salty, and slightly metallic all at once.

I licked her a few times, getting her wet with my saliva and 
spreading her own moisture. With just the tip of my tongue, I 
spread her outer labia. As they swelled with her mounting 
arousal, my licks became longer, and I used more pressure. Soon, 
I felt her inner lips against my tongue. The taste of her juices 
filled my mouth.

Her stomach heaved as I flicked my tongue against her hooded 
clit. I could hear her breathing become more ragged, and she ran 
her hands through my hair. With small side-to-side motions, I 
spread her outer labia with my lips and tongue. As they swelled 
completely, they parted easily and I put my lips at the top of 
her slit.

She gasped and her legs went rigid. I closed my eyes and inhaled 
her scent. Slowly, delicately, I traced my tongue around the base 
of her clit. She moved her hips against me, but I kept teasing 
her. Her thighs rose and clamped over my ears, drowning out her 
soft whimpers.

I smiled to myself and continued teasing her clit. I licked up 
under the protective hood and she shuddered. Backing off for a 
moment, I pressed my chin against her sex and moved my head in a 
circular motion. The result was to move her outer labia over her 
inner lips, and put pressure on her clit. It worked like a charm, 
and she bucked her hips against me.

I continued sucking and gently licking her engorged clit for a 
few minutes, gradually using more pressure. Once her hips were 
involuntarily lifting and she was clutching my hair, I backed 
off. Her breathing was hard and fast as her hips slowly sank to 
the blanket.

I snaked one arm around her hip and ran it through her damp pubic 
hair. With the other, I spread her slippery lips and pressed two 
fingers into her pussy. She gasped as they slipped into her, and 
I slid my tongue along her inner lips.

I pressed two fingers against the base of her clit and started 
moving them in small circles. With the two fingers inside her, I 
gently rubbed along the ridges of her pussy. I tilted my head to 
the side and began flicking her exposed clit with my tongue, 
driving her toward her release.

Moisture gushed around my fingers as I crooked them up and 
pressed against the hollow behind her pubic bone. Her hips 
immediately came off the blanket, and my neck craned in self-
defense. She started bucking against me, but with a little 
warning, I easily rode out her gyrations.

I thrust my fingers in and out of her pussy, making her cry out 
in ecstasy. Every few thrusts, I stopped and pressed my 
fingertips against her internal spot and her hips shot off the 
blanket. At that point, I would stop all movement and let her 
slowly come back down. Once her ass settled against the ground 
again, I'd start all over.

Stopping and starting like that, I quickly had her moaning and 
begging me to make her come. Finally, I relented. I began lapping 
along the length of her pussy, flicking my tongue against her 
clit at the top of each stroke. The fingers inside her pressed 
against her spot while I moved them in gentle circles. With my 
left hand, I rubbed the base of her clit.

Her hands gripped my hair and I was suddenly afraid she was going 
to pull it out. As her hips bounced and humped against my face, 
she moaned incoherently. When her pussy rose to meet my lips and 
she held it there, I knew she was close. Her thighs and stomach 
trembled, and I could feel her inner muscles begin to spasm.

With her hands, she held me steady and I concentrated on her 
clit. Her trembling increased until she was nearly quaking with 
pent up sexual energy. Suddenly, her clit disappeared and she let 
out a long, low moan. Her moan rose to a shriek as a flood of her 
juices washed over my hand. Her hips fell back to the blanket and 
her thighs clamped against my head.

I felt her internal muscles go wild, so I kept up the pressure 
with my fingers. Her legs squeezed my head almost painfully, but 
it was worth it. I could feel her pussy rippling with her 
release, while her stomach quivered in harmony. Even though my 
ears were covered by her supple thighs, I could still hear her 
crying out in ecstasy.

When her orgasm finally subsided, her legs fell open, releasing 
my head. My neck ached and my jaw popped when I moved it, but I 
wasn't about to complain. Stacy's chest was heaving as she sucked 
in oxygen, her breath whistling through her nose. Her thighs were 
still trembling, and she cried out softly when I pulled my 
fingers from her pussy.

I gently kissed her hooded clit and she gasped deliriously. I 
watched her stomach muscles contract as I rose on hands and knees 
and kissed my way up her body. A light sheen of sweat coated her 
skin, and I tasted the salt of her exertions as my lips brushed 
over her. I paused for a moment to suckle a nipple, then 
continued upward.

Her breathing was still heavy as my face came level with hers. 
When she felt my breath, she opened her eyes and stared at me 
dazedly. I smiled and kissed her. As she inhaled her own scent--
her juices still coated my lips and chin--our kiss rapidly grew 
heated.

The head of my cock bumped against her pussy and she arched her 
back in response. I broke our kiss and gazed down at her.

"Are you ready for me?" I asked.

She took a deep breath through her nose and nodded.

I reached down and steadied my cock at her entrance. When I 
rubbed the glans against her slippery labia, her eyelids 
fluttered. As I slowly slid into her, she arched her back and 
moaned softly. My cock gradually spread her open further than my 
fingers had, and she hissed in pleasure. When my pelvis ground 
against hers, I simply held myself inside her.

"Oh, God," she breathed. "Your dick is so perfect." Her stomach 
heaved against me and I felt her internal muscles spasm. "It 
feels like... oh, God... it feels like..." She closed her eyes and
took 
a deep, shuddering breath. Her pussy clenched my erection, and 
she groaned. "It's like one long, soft orgasm," she said finally.

I grinned at her and began pulling my hips back. Her arms shot 
out to the sides and she scrunched the blanket between her 
fingers. The cooling night air bathed my cock as it withdrew from 
her heated depths. When only the head remained inside her, I 
paused for a moment. The moment drew out and she gazed into my 
eyes, her breathing heavy.

"Please put it back in," she begged. "Please, please, please."

Instead of answering, I lowered my hips and sank my length into 
her.

"Yes," she hissed. "Oh, God. Keep doing that."

"This?" I asked with feigned innocence as I pulled my hips back.

She bit her lip gently and nodded. I reached the end of my stroke 
and halted. Her face contorted and she pleaded with her body. I 
smiled down at her and slowly thrust back into her.

With my dick buried to the root, I paused again. Her pussy 
squeezed my length, then she clamped her eyes shut and began to 
quiver. I watched her nostrils flare as she breathed quickly, her 
face a mask of lust.

"Keep fucking me," she begged.

When I didn't move, she bucked her hips against me.

"Please," she whispered. "Please. I need it. Oh, God. You make me 
feel so good."

Finally, I relented and began moving within her. I kept my pace 
deliberately slow, enjoying the sensations as her pussy 
spastically gripped my shaft. I could feel her juices gushing 
with every thrust.

She relinquished her grip on the blanket and grabbed my ass. On 
each in-stroke, she pulled me against her. When I drew back, she 
reluctantly let me go. She pulled her legs up and her calves 
brushed against my thighs, but she never let go of my ass.

With measured strokes, I filled her, then pulled back. Her pussy 
still clutched at me and she began to quiver. Slick internal 
membranes caressed my shaft as I moved within her.

I knew she was working toward another orgasm--I could see it in 
her eyes--and I used every trick I knew to keep from coming 
before she did. At one point, I simply held myself inside her and 
rocked my hips. When my imminent orgasm subsided, I resumed 
thrusting.

Her pussy tightened around my cock and her eyes rolled back. She 
arched her back against me, moaning as she did. Her hands turned 
to talons and pulled me inside her. I had to practically force my 
shaft into her snug, molten depths. When I finally spread her 
open, she cried out wordlessly and arched her back even further.

As her orgasm overwhelmed her senses, she called out my name. My 
own climax was close, so I kept moving within her, thrusting and 
pulling back. She clenched her teeth, her eyes flew open, and she 
looked into mine. Aftershocks from her release still coursed 
through her pussy, spurred on by my thrusting.

When I reached the point of no return, I buried myself as deeply 
as I could. I felt the first gush of semen come blasting from my 
penis and cried out incoherently. My cock swelled as spurt after 
spurt of hot, white come filled her. I felt her internal muscles 
working, but every external sensation quickly faded into the 
background as my reality shrunk to a bright white mote.

Slowly, very slowly, I opened my eyes and looked down at Stacy. 
Her chest was heaving from the exertion, and I was suddenly aware 
of the sweat running down my body. She smiled at me languidly and 
then closed her eyes.

I half collapsed against her, my hard cock still buried in her 
pussy. Our combined fluids oozed around my girth and I could feel 
them coating my thighs. When I kissed her passionately, she 
responded against me, our sweaty bodies sliding over each other.

She tensed up momentarily, then relaxed. "I love you," she said, 
softly.

I looked into her eyes and smiled. "I love you, too."

"This has been the most incredible day of my life."

I nodded and tried not to smile like an idiot.

"And I can't believe I've got to move away. I may never see you 
again."

"Shhhh," I said. "Don't worry about that right now."

"I don't ever want to give you up."

"Tonight," I said gently, "you don't have to."

Her eyes filled with tears of happiness and I began to move 
within her again.

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