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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 14
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, voy, exhib, mast, pett
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I stood there for a moment and simply fumed. I balled my hands 
into fists and then flexed my fingers. Tension and frustration 
flowed through my body, and I felt my muscles begin to quiver 
slightly with pent-up emotion. My breath came in staccato bursts 
through my nose, the sound like a bull makes when it's ready to 
charge.

"Paul, please."

Maybe it was the strumming of emotion in my ears, or maybe it was 
simply the wind in the trees, but I still couldn't tell whose 
voice it was. I strained and replayed the plea in my head, trying 
to discern the speaker.

Why did I care?

I'd only gotten scorn and derision from Gina. Kara's revelation 
and attraction notwithstanding, I wasn't in the mood for human 
contact, much less female contact.

"Please."

She sounded desperate, and I almost turned. But with an effort of 
will, I slowly relaxed my muscles, from head to toe. Then I took 
a deep breath. Without turning around, I continued walking.

Behind me, I heard the sound of sobbing. I was so angry, I didn't 
care.

If you beat a dog enough, sooner or later it will quit coming 
back for more. I had reached that point. I was tired of playing 
the idiotic puppy that was eager to get kicked again.

Twilight was deepening as I reached the edge of the lake. When I 
turned up the hill, I heard footsteps behind me--I ignored them 
and deliberately kept walking. A hand reached out and grabbed my 
bicep, but I pulled away with an angry shrug and continued up the 
hill. She reached out for me again, this time with both hands. I 
could have pulled away a second time, but I didn't. I honestly 
didn't care which girl it was. I rounded on her furiously.

"What?!"

Kara flinched and shrank back. I'm sure the look in my eyes 
clearly conveyed how livid I was. I'm not usually a violent 
person, but at that moment, I wanted to break something.

"Paul, I--"

"Is this some fucking _game_ to you?! Who Gets The Guy? You and 
Gina play it, maybe you flip a fucking coin?"

She shook her head and backed away as I advanced menacingly 
toward her.

"This is my fucking _life_ we're talking about!" I raged.

She stopped backing up and clasped her hands in front of her. 
Then she closed her eyes, swallowing hard as she did.

I could tell she was scared, and I felt a momentary pang of 
guilt.

"Paul... Come back. _Please?_" Her voice was soft, feminine, 
scared, and so much like Gina's.

"Why?" I asked, my tone laden with scorn. "Do I have an abuse 
low-level light? Maybe I need to go back so she can put a fucking 
cherry on the bitch sundae? Is that it?"

Her eyes still closed, Kara shook her head.

"What then? What possible reason could I have for going back to 
that clearing?"

"She loves you."

"Yeah?" I snorted derisively. "Well, she's got a strange fucking 
way of showing it." I took a step toward her and she 
involuntarily flinched. "When I love someone," I said, "I don't 
treat them like shit."

"She was scared."

"Scared?!" I waved my arms and she cringed again. "Of what?" She 
started to speak but I cut her off. "This I gotta hear. I wanna 
know what's so scary that it turns a woman into a first-fucking-
class bitch."

Kara opened her eyes and looked at me steadily. "She was scared 
of losing you."

"Yeah? Well, she must be fucking terrified now, because now she's 
actually _lost_ me."

"No, please. You can't mean that." She reached for me 
automatically, but one look at my suddenly feral expression and 
she recoiled in alarm.

"You want to see how much I mean it?" I asked dangerously.

She shook her head quickly. "I know you still love her," she 
said.

"And what makes you think that?" Some of the towering rage was 
draining out of me, but I was still full of adrenaline and 
seething with resentment.

"You remember I told you about the opposite of love?"

"So?"

"It's not hate. It's indifference."

"Yeah, well, it may take me a while, but right now I'm working on 
indifference."

She looked at me, her face a mask of anguish, and her eyes 
brimmed with tears.

Without saying another word, I turned and walked up the hill.

-----

I lay on my bed for a long time that night. Sometime later, Erin 
climbed into the bunk beneath me and said goodnight. I mumbled 
something but she was too sleepy to reply. Mom and Dad came back 
a while later, but I didn't feel like talking to them.

My emotions were awhirl and I was full of conflicting desires. In 
my mind, I summoned up the conversation and thought it through. 
Even though recalling Gina's attitude only served to make me 
angrier, I still did it. Why couldn't I stop thinking about her? 
Why was she so mad at me? What had I done? I just didn't 
understand her, or girls at all, for that matter. I thought I 
did, maybe a little, but I was wrong.

Worse still, my feelings alternated between horny and furious. My 
poor dick probably didn't know what to do, stand at attention or 
simply lie there and be still. Thinking of Gina and her sisters 
having sex made me incredibly horny, and I would feel my manhood 
stiffening. Then I would think of her expression, or her attitude 
over the past week, and my erection would just as quickly 
deflate.

The worst part (worse than being horny, angry, and alone, that 
is) was that I felt adrift. Gina had always been a sort of an 
anchor for me. Even when I was most worried about Amy and her 
potential pregnancy, I couldn't stop thinking about Gina. Now, I 
felt that queasy feeling you get when you spin around so much 
that you can't tell which direction is up.

I also felt bad about yelling at Kara. I know she was only trying 
to help, but I was angry and she was convenient. I knew better 
than to take my resentment and frustration out on her, and I 
castigated myself for doing it.

At the root of it all was the despair I felt. I wanted to be 
angry with Gina. I wanted to make her hurt and suffer as much as 
I had. But I also loved her. I couldn't shake the feeling, no 
matter how hard I concentrated on all her petty, vindictive 
actions.

Love isn't supposed to hurt like this, is it?

Needless to say, I didn't sleep well that night.

-----

When I got up the next morning, it was still early. I was tired, 
but I was awake. I didn't even feel like working out. I grabbed 
my towel and headed down to the lake. A cool morning mist hung 
over the water, but I dived in anyway.

I swam out to the raft and pulled myself onto it. The sun was 
just coming over the ridge behind the clubhouse, and I watched 
the first rays bathe the valley with their orange glow. For a 
moment at least, I was at peace. I didn't think of anything 
except the sun and the slowly warming air around me. As the 
golden shafts of light touched more and more of the basin, the 
air filled with the sounds of the woods.

After a while, I took a running dive and knifed into the cold, 
clear water. I swam to the shore on one lungful of air, coming up 
in a burst of spray, gasping for breath. I slicked back my hair, 
put my hands on the brick coping, and kicked upward. Not 
bothering to even dry myself, I wrapped my towel around my waist 
and headed up the hill.

I sat on the clubhouse's side patio for a long time, simply 
looking out over the shuffleboard courts. I could hear the sounds 
of people trickling into the clubhouse behind me, but I paid them 
little attention.

I knew I had a big day ahead of me--moving all of Mr. Kestrel's 
belongings--so I wanted to enjoy the quiet as long as I could. I 
still didn't know if Gina would help us or not, and I'd like to 
say I didn't care.

Unfortunately, I did.

Once my immediate anger and pent-up frustration had been 
expunged, I realized that I wanted to see her. I thought I was 
crazy. I _must_ be crazy.

When I heard the screen door behind me open, I idly wondered who 
it was, but didn't turn around. The person pulled a chair next to 
mine and moved around to sit down. In my peripheral vision, I saw 
a short, shapely, darkly tanned body. I wondered how I would feel 
if it was Gina. Once again, conflicting emotions assailed me.

"Hi," she said.

I turned and Kara smiled at me tentatively. "Hi," I said flatly.

"So," she said conversationally. "You all are moving Mr. 
Kestrel's stuff today, right?"

I regarded her coolly. "That's not what you came here to talk 
about, is it?"

She blinked in surprise and then shook her head.

I crossed my legs and turned back to look down the terraced hill. 
"Listen," I said. "I'm sorry about last night. I know you were 
only trying to help. I was angry."

"I know."

"That's not an excuse for how I treated you, though," I said. "I 
wasn't angry at you, and I shouldn't have lost my temper. I'm 
sorry."

She was silent for a moment.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw her nod.

"You had every right to be angry. Gina hasn't been very nice to 
you." She paused and then drew a deep breath. "And I probably 
shouldn't've said what I said."

I shook my head. "It needed to be said, I guess. I mean, I know 
what I did was wrong. Hearing it from you didn't make me feel any 
worse."

She nodded.

"But I don't think Gina thought she was doing anything wrong," I 
said. "She needed to be knocked off her high horse, and I sure 
couldn't do it."

Kara shrugged and nodded again.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, the unseen presence of Gina 
hanging in the air between us.

"How is she?" I finally asked.

"Upset. Ashamed. Scared." 
 
I nodded silently.

"She still loves you," Kara said softly.

I nodded again, not trusting myself to speak. On one hand, I 
wanted to make Gina hurt like I had hurt, like I _did_ hurt. It 
was mean and spiteful, but it was how I felt. On the other hand, 
I wanted to do _anything_ to take away her suffering and pain.

"She wants to talk to you."

"Yeah, well, I don't know if I'd be very good company right now."

Kara was silent for a long moment. "You know," she said 
reflectively, "you're a lot more mature than most sixteen-year-
old guys."

I shrugged.

"I'm serious. You're kinda introspective, and you actually think 
about what you say before you say it."

I didn't know how to respond, so I kept my mouth shut.

"Maybe that's why I'm so attracted to you."

My throat suddenly felt tight.

"You're not even really like guys _my_ age," she said.

I snorted softly.

"It's true. I know that's why Stacy loves you. Well, that and a 
lot of other reasons."

"I guess."

She nodded. "And it's why you're so sexy."

I turned to regard her as calmly as I could. "You mean, you were 
serious about... um... what you said last night?"

She nodded simply.

My towel-covered penis stirred at the thought, but I tried to 
consciously will my arousal to subside.

"Yeah," she said. "I was. I am. I think you're really sexy. And 
hunky. But... well... Gina and I kinda have these rules."

I thought back to a conversation I'd had with Gina, on the couch 
in my family's cabin. It had been her last day at camp the 
previous summer, and it had been nearly perfect. I wondered if 
I'd ever get the chance to repeat the experience. I shook my head 
and dragged my thoughts back to the present.

"We had this big fight a couple of years ago," Kara said. "About 
a guy."

"She told me."

"She did?"

I nodded.

"Yeah, that makes sense. Ever since then," she continued, "we've 
kinda had these rules. The big one is that we never try to steal 
the other one's guy."

"Yeah, I know."

"So... I mean... you know. Since she's still got feelings for you, 
I've got to respect that."

In a way, it was a relief. But in a way... Stop it, Paul! You too, 
little Paul.

"I might not want to," she said, "but I will. Even after some of 
the things Stacy told me." She closed her eyes and swallowed 
hard. "That thing you do, where you stop and calm down for a 
minute, so you can last longer." She shivered involuntarily. 
"God, there are a lot of older guys who've never figured _that_ 
one out."

I blinked at her, completely flabbergasted.

When she opened her eyes and saw my expression, she grinned. 
"Sorry. I guess I got a little carried away."

"Well," I said dryly, "you were pretty close to having _me_ carry 
you away."

She smiled wryly and inclined her head in my direction.

I shrugged.

"I just wanted you to know that I really do think you're 
attractive, and I was serious about what I said last night. But... 
you know."

I nodded.

"We can't do anything. Gina would never forgive me. And you might 
be a great guy..." Her eyes wandered over my shoulders and torso, 
then momentarily settled on my groin. "But she's my sister. 
Okay?"

"I'm cool," I said.

She reached out and put her hand on my arm. "Thanks. You _are_ a 
great guy. You and Gina really do deserve each other."

"I dunno."

"You really do. You just need to figure that out for yourselves."

"I guess."

"She still wants to talk to you," Kara said.

I didn't know how I felt about that, or if I was even ready. On 
one hand, I was still a little angry with her. I couldn't wipe 
away my feelings of frustration and resentment overnight. It 
might have been mean-spirited and bitter, but I wanted to make 
her sweat a little. But, I thought to myself ruefully, that was 
precisely what she had done to me. Was I big enough to forgive 
and forget? I wanted to think so, but I just wasn't sure.

"If you don't want to talk to her, I'll tell her."

I shook my head. "No," I said. "I guess we probably need to talk. 
I don't know exactly how I feel about her, but I won't do to her 
what she did to me."

"I understand."

I nodded.

"Is now okay? Or do you want to wait 'til later?"

"Now's fine, I guess."

Kara nodded and placed her hands on my forearm. "You _are_ a 
great guy, Paul. In many ways, you're a lot more mature than 
Gina. You're the first big relationship she's had with a guy."

I nodded.

"She's scared, and insecure, and she doesn't really know what to 
do. But she _does_ love you."

"Okay. Thanks."

She stood and then bent to kiss my cheek. "I'll go get her," she 
said softly.

I stopped her before she could leave. "One question," I said 
quietly.

She looked at me a little pensively, but nodded.

"When I stormed off last night," I asked, "which one of you 
called out to me?" When Kara smiled patiently, I found myself on 
pins and needles, waiting for the answer. She looked into my eyes 
and I tried not to let my anxiety show.

"Gina," she said.

I looked at her skeptically. "Really?"

"Yeah," she said, nodding. "She called out at first, but I ran 
after you. Obviously."

I nodded solemnly. "Thanks."

She patted my arm. "I'll go get her now."

I nodded again, and she turned to leave.

A few minutes later, I heard the screen door open behind me. I 
was tempted to keep staring straight ahead, but I mentally 
admonished myself and turned to look.

Gina stuck her head out tentatively. Her eyes were red from 
crying, and instead of looking at me, she stared at the ground.

"Can I come out?" she asked softly.

"Yeah."

She stepped onto the porch and let the screen door shut softly 
behind her. When it became clear she was just going to stand 
there, I gestured to the chair her sister had so recently 
vacated. She sat, and I noticed a couple of wadded-up Kleenex in 
her fist. She also wore the silver bracelet I'd given her.

Neither of us spoke for several long moments, and I could almost 
feel her anxiety growing. For my part, I don't know what I felt. 
It was kind of like one part love, two parts simmering 
resentment.

"So," I said musingly. "What did you want to talk about?" How 
lame was that?!

"Did Kara tell you...?" she asked hesitantly.

I nodded. "Yeah," I said without looking at her. "But it's not 
the same as you telling me."

She sniffled. Out of my peripheral vision, I saw her wipe the 
corner of her eye. "What do you want to know?"

When I turned and looked at her, I knew what she thought I was 
going to ask. I could almost _feel_ her desire, but I just 
couldn't bring myself to do it. I don't know how I knew, but I 
did. She thought I was going to ask if she still loved me. 
Instead, I said, "I dunno. I guess I want to know why."

She looked panicked for a moment, looking over her shoulder and 
then back at me. "Didn't Kara tell you?"

I nodded. "But I want to hear it from you."

She swallowed hard and looked at me with wide, scared eyes.

I let the silence draw out. "So... why?"

She fidgeted with her Kleenex, staring at her hands as she did. 
"I was angry," she said meekly.

"Yeah, well, that much was obvious," I said sardonically.

"And scared."

"Of what?"

She took a deep, shuddering breath. "Of losing you."

"Why?" I asked, genuinely perplexed. When we'd had The Talk, 
hadn't I said I loved her? Hadn't I said I wanted to work things 
out? Did I stutter?

She shrugged expressively.

"What made you think that?"

Instead of answering me, she fidgeted with her Kleenex and made a 
noncommittal sound.

"Okay," I said. "Forget it. I guess there's no sense in bringing 
it up again."

She looked up and gazed at me intently, trying to discern my 
mood.

I smiled. It wasn't a happy smile, but at least it wasn't a 
scowl. Over the past week, I'd seen more than my fair share of 
scowls, mostly from Gina. As much as I might have wanted to, I 
didn't return the favor.

She smiled sadly in return.

"Do you _want_ to have a relationship with me?" I asked.

She looked hopeful. "If you want me to."

I shook my head, but I immediately realized she misunderstood me. 
I quickly explained. "It's not about what _I_ want. It's about 
what _you_ want. So, what do you want?"

"I want things to go back to the way they used to be," she said 
softly.

"That may take some time," I said honestly.

She nodded sadly and then studied her hands.

"But if we _talk_ to each other, instead of just getting angry 
and frustrated, I think we'll both be happier."

When she looked up and saw that I was serious, she smiled the 
first happy smile I'd seen from her in a long time. It was still 
a far cry from the bright smile she flashed when she was truly 
happy. Her expression was wan and a little scared, but it was a 
start.

"Do you still want to help move Mr. Kestrel's stuff?" I asked.

"If you want me to."

I started to tell her it wasn't about what _I_ wanted, but 
checked myself. "I'd like that," I said instead.

Her answering smile actually reached her eyes.

"Why don't we have breakfast?" I suggested. "How 'bout a couple 
of oranges?"

She nodded quickly and practically leapt to her feet. "I'll get 
them," she said.

She was through the door before I could even answer. In little 
more than a minute, she returned with two large oranges and some 
paper towels. We ate the oranges in a companionable, if 
uncertain, silence.

I still loved her. I was sure of that. But I still had a great 
deal of resentment and hurt to work through. That would take 
time.

-----

I went looking for Manfred and Jenny as soon as Gina and I 
finished breakfast. I wanted to get the truck loaded before the 
heat of the day. And I didn't want the two of them sneaking off 
for a morning quickie before I could find them. We had a job to 
do, and I wanted to get it done.

Luckily, I found them each having breakfast with their respective 
families. I looked at my watch, eight fifteen, and told them to 
meet me at Susan's house in fifteen minutes. I also told them 
that they'd probably want to wear sneakers. They both seemed 
eager to help--I guess fifty dollars will do that.

Neither Gina nor I had said anything about it, but she quietly 
tagged along while I told Manfred and Jenny about the schedule. 
Once the two of them knew when and where, Gina went to talk to 
her family. Kara smiled smugly when we approached. Gina told her 
mom she was going to help move Mr. Kestrel's stuff, and then we 
went over to my parents' table.

Afterward, we walked up the hill in silence. I really didn't know 
what to say, and she obviously didn't want to talk about her 
behavior. I guess I didn't feel the need to press the issue. 
Besides, I could tell she was lost in thought.

When we stopped at my cabin, I invited her inside while I put on 
my shoes. She shifted from foot to foot as she waited. I quickly 
got the idea she was working up the nerve to say something. I 
finished tying my shoelaces and stood, looking at her expectantly 
as I did. She dithered for a moment, then took a deep breath.

"Paul?"

"Mmm hmm?"

"There's... well... there's something I want to say."

I waited for a moment, silently watching her gather her courage.

She lifted her chin and looked at me with an earnest, serious 
expression.

I mentally steeled myself for whatever she had to say.

"I'm sorry."

At first, I cocked my head to the side, not quite sure what she 
was sorry about.

"I'm sorry for how I treated you," she said.

I nodded.

She wrung her hands and concentrated on the floor. "I didn't know 
what to do," she said plaintively. "At first, I was angry. But 
then I got scared. I was scared of losing you." She swallowed 
hard.

"I'm sorry, too," I said. "But let's not worry about that. Not 
now. The past is behind us."

She nodded, and we stood in silence for several long moments.

"Paul?"

"Yeah?"

"I know it doesn't mean anything, but will you do something for 
me?"

"If I can."

"Will you hug me? Maybe just once?"

As she looked at me with wide, anxious eyes, I nearly melted. I 
nodded, and she tentatively stepped toward me. When I spread my 
arms, she rushed into them. It felt good to hold her, to feel her 
warm skin pressed against mine.

"I've been so lonely," she said, half sobbing. She squeezed me 
tight and her tears finally began to flow.

For the time being, my anger and resentment drained away. Holding 
a beautiful, crying girl in your arms is a pretty good way to 
stop thinking about yourself. I don't recommend doing what it 
takes to _make_ the girl cry, but if you do, a warm embrace will 
go a long way toward making things right. It wouldn't solve all 
of our problems, I thought, but at least it was a step in the 
right direction.

We stood like that for a long time, Gina wordlessly sobbing and 
me holding her, simply offering the comfort of my chest and arms. 
At first, I'd been unsure about rushing things. But even as she 
cried, I began thinking about her body and how much I enjoyed 
having her close to me.

Trust a horny sixteen-year-old to think of sex at a time like 
this! I almost laughed out loud when I realized what I was doing.

Finally, her tears dried up and she sniffled disconsolately. She 
pulled back and looked up at me.

"I'm so sorry," she said, her voice hoarse.

"Shhhh," I breathed, pulling her against me. "It's okay. We'll 
figure things out."

She nodded against my chest. "I hope so."

"We will."

-----

After running up to Gina's cabin to get her shoes, we were late 
getting to Susan's house. Manfred smirked at me as we entered the 
courtyard. I could easily tell what he thought we'd been doing. 
Leave it to Manfred to be completely dense. Susan smiled at the 
two of us as she stood up, then we all headed out.

The previous night, Susan had driven to town, rented a 24' U-Haul 
truck, and left her car at the U-Haul lot. When she returned to 
camp, she parked the truck at Mr. Kestrel's house and then walked 
back to hers. She told us she'd also filled the ice cube trays 
while she was at his house. We wouldn't have air conditioning 
(the doors would be open all day anyway), but at least we'd have 
cold drinks.

The walk to Mr. Kestrel's house took about twenty minutes. Once 
we got there, we opened the big U-Haul and pulled out the ramp. 
Susan had also rented a dolly and a bunch of padded blankets for 
the furniture. We left the furniture blankets in the back of the 
truck and wheeled the dolly down the ramp.

Once inside, Susan and I gave the others a quick tour. When we 
looked into The Room, I was reminded of how much different it was 
with all the bondage paraphernalia gone. During the tour, Susan 
checked her list and pointed out things that would be going to 
storage, the Salvation Army, or the camp.

Susan had also brought along colored dot stickers, one color for 
each destination. We decided to load the storage items first, 
then the Salvation Army things, and finally, the camp stuff. 
There were also several things which would stay at the house, 
like the major appliances.

Without further ado, we got started.

While Susan, Gina, and Jenny put the appropriate colored stickers 
on boxes, Manfred and I began moving the furniture that was 
destined for storage. Instead of directly affixing the stickers 
to the furniture, Susan put the colored dots on index cards and 
simply taped them to the wood.

Moving all of Mr. Kestrel's stuff took a lot less effort than I 
thought it would. Manfred and I used the dolly or simply carried 
the furniture to the truck. Once there, we figured out how to 
place it, then used the blankets for padding. Jenny brought out 
smaller boxes, which we used to fill in around the furniture. 
Inside, Susan and Gina grouped boxes together and generally 
"staged" things for us to load.

After about two hours, we had the majority of the house's 
contents loaded in the truck. We'd all been very careful, and 
nothing major had broken (although one lampshade was completely 
destroyed, and Manfred and I managed to gash the back of one of 
the dressers slated for the Salvation Army). We were hot, sweaty, 
and thirsty. At last, we took a final survey of the house to make 
sure we hadn't missed anything.
 
Manfred and I went out to the truck to load the dolly and store 
the ramp while the girls fixed tall glasses of ice water for 
everyone. When our thirst was sated, we locked up the house and 
piled into the cab of the truck. It was a tight squeeze with the 
five of us, so Jenny sat on Manfred's lap and Gina sat on mine.

Susan drove to the clubhouse and parked in the grass, about 
thirty feet from the front door. The girls took boxes of kitchen 
stuff into the building while Manfred and I unloaded two couches 
and several padded easy chairs. It took us about fifteen minutes 
to unload everything for the camp.

Afterward, we decided to wash off the sweat and dust by taking a 
quick dip in the lake. The five of us walked down the hill, 
chatting about the rest of the day and generally enjoying 
ourselves.

Things weren't back to normal between Gina and me, but they were 
getting better. She was shy and a little hesitant around me, and 
I guess I was the same way around her. I wasn't angry with her 
(as long as I didn't think about the previous week), but I wasn't 
as open as I had been, either.

For their part, Manfred and Jenny were just plain goofy. They 
teased each other, they flirted, and they made suggestive 
comments. It was actually kind of funny to watch-- Gina and I 
merely rolled our eyes and grinned at their antics.

After the heat, humidity, and dust, the lake was shockingly cold. 
As soon as I dived in, my poor testicles pulled up tight, seeking 
the warmth of my body. Manfred and Jenny were in their own little 
world, and they still hadn't figured out that there was something 
different between Gina and me. I guess I was happy to let them 
maintain their ignorance.

We swam around for about thirty minutes, just being teenagers, 
then went up to Susan's for lunch. She fixed us a bunch of ham 
and cheese sandwiches, which we wolfed down. Afterward, each of 
us went back to our cabins (and in Manfred's case, to his 
family's room) to get dressed.

I know it's a little funny, but I actually paid attention to the 
clothes everyone wore. I guess I was so used to seeing them 
without clothing that I found myself interested in everyone's 
choices in attire.

Manfred wore cut-off jeans, a Led Zeppelin "Zoso" t-shirt, and 
goofy knee-length athletic socks with red stripes around the 
tops. Jenny appeared wearing light blue short-shorts and a 
matching crop-top t-shirt. Gina was wearing yellow shorts with a 
white spaghetti-strap tank top. I had picked out some comfortable 
shorts and an old US Navy t-shirt from my dad. Susan wore Bermuda 
shorts and a button-up shirt with the ends tied together a few 
inches below her breasts.

Gina's hair was held back with yellow barrettes and Jenny had 
hers in a ponytail. Much to my enjoyment, none of the women wore 
a bra.

At that point, we hit our first logistical snafu. We couldn't all 
ride in the truck, and Susan had left her car at the U-Haul lot. 
After a serious discussion between Susan and my parents, they 
decided to let me drive Mom's car. I'd never driven that far by 
myself, but I would be following Susan as she drove the truck.

Dad took me aside and impressed upon me the seriousness of the 
situation. No speeding, no goofing around, and _no fooling 
around_, he said. I tried to look innocent, but he wasn't buying 
it. When he was satisfied that I appreciated the gravity of the 
task, he patted me on the shoulder and told me I'd do fine.

I almost leapt for joy as we all piled into my mom's station 
wagon and waited for Susan to turn the truck around. I tried to 
look serious whenever I noticed Mom or Dad looking our way. When 
the truck pulled past us, I put the car into gear and carefully 
put my foot on the accelerator.

With that, we were headed for town.

-----

The drive to town was mostly uneventful. We listened to the 
radio, we talked about goings on at camp, and we planned the rest 
of our week. Manfred and Jenny wanted to hike to the quarry on 
Saturday. Jenny's mother was no more disposed to letting them go 
alone than she had been the previous year, so they asked us to 
join them.

Gina looked at me hesitantly, but I nodded my agreement. She 
smiled from ear to ear when I did. Manfred also suggested I get a 
backpack of my own. He'd brought two, but according to him, it 
was always nice to have a spare. I couldn't fault his logic, and 
made a mental note to return to the sporting goods store where 
I'd bought my weight bench.

Talking about the backpack got us discussing what we were going 
to do with the money Susan was paying us. Manfred planned to 
spend his on records and sunglasses. Jenny wanted clothes, and 
maybe a few records. I didn't really know what I wanted, but 
clothes and records were never bad choices.

Gina gave me a shy look and said she'd probably spend it on 
someone special. Hoots and hollers erupted from the back seat as 
Manfred and Jenny teased me. I must have blushed a deep crimson, 
because Gina was grinning bashfully when I looked over at her.

When we got to town, Susan led us to the Salvation Army building. 
The place was more of a warehouse than a store, and Susan simply 
turned the truck and backed up to the door. She had obviously 
called ahead, and the staff greeted her warmly.

I carefully parked the car next to the truck, and we all jumped 
out. Manfred and I moved the heavy stuff while Gina and Jenny 
helped with boxes and odd-shaped items like lamps, plant stands, 
and other things. It took us about fifteen minutes to unload 
everything which wasn't bound for storage.

While Susan was dealing with the paperwork and receipts, the rest 
of us shifted things in the truck. Manfred had pointed out, and 
rightly so, that we needed to move things or risk having them 
come crashing down as soon as Susan put the truck in gear. I was 
actually impressed that Manfred was paying attention to something 
besides Jenny.

When we were done, Susan started the truck and we piled into the 
station wagon. I followed the big U-Haul as Susan drove toward 
the storage building.

The storage place was really a large fenced-in area with several 
rows of cinder-block buildings. Susan had rented one of the 
larger rooms, and it was toward the back of the complex. Since it 
was a hot Tuesday afternoon, the only person around was the 
manager. Susan took care of the rental paperwork and then I 
followed her as she drove toward the last row of buildings.

When we opened the metal door to the storage room, a furnace 
blast of sweltering air hit us in the face. Baking all day in the 
hot sun with little or no ventilation made it an oven--the 
temperature and humidity outside seemed cool by comparison. 
Manfred and I quickly stripped off our shirts and pulled the ramp 
from the back of the truck.

Most of the things from Mr. Kestrel's house were going in 
storage, and the truck was still about half full. We had at least 
an hour's work ahead of us--work in the soaring afternoon heat 
and humidity, with no breeze. With mostly good-natured groans, we 
started unloading.

Because Susan wanted the furniture at the back of the storage 
room, we put all the boxes, lamps, and other stuff in the roadway 
between buildings. While we were doing that, Susan dug in her 
purse for change and walked to the manager's office to use the 
Coke machine. When she returned, we took a break and enjoyed our 
Cokes. They weren't ice cold, but they were a welcome relief from 
the heat of the storage building.

"God, I'm burning up," Jenny said, fanning herself by fluffing 
the hem of her crop-top.

"Why don't you take it off?" Manfred suggested, indicating her 
shirt with a nod.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Despite her tart response, she 
lifted her shirt and flashed him.

"Yeah!"

Susan eyed the deserted road between the buildings. "Go topless 
if you want to, ladies," she said. "There's no one here to see. 
Besides," she said, "the guys are."

Jenny immediately stripped off her top, freeing her round, firm 
breasts. Manfred practically gawked at her.

When Gina looked at me, she arched an eyebrow, as if asking my 
permission. I smiled at her and nodded. She grinned, then pulled 
her shirt over her head. Her breasts were larger than Jenny's, 
but just as firm.

The skin the girls revealed was actually _less_ than we were used 
to seeing, but the situation was entirely different. In a way, 
seeing them topless was much more exciting than seeing them fully 
nude at camp. The chances were slim, but someone _could_ come 
along and see their breasts. I felt myself stiffening at the 
thought.

We finished our Cokes in silence, grinning at one another. Even 
Susan, who kept her shirt on, was caught up in the fun. But we 
still had a lot of work to do, so we started moving the furniture 
from the truck to the back of the long storage room.

There was no breeze outside, and even with the door open, the 
room was still stifling. It wasn't long before Jenny was 
complaining again. I think she wanted the attention more than 
anything, and Manfred was happy to give it to her. More likely, I 
thought darkly, he was oblivious to her little game.

"My shorts are so hot," she said sulkily.

"So?" Manfred asked. "Take 'em off."

Jenny's shorts were so skimpy that I could easily see the 
underside curve of her ass. I could also see the indentation 
between her labia. And if I looked closely enough, I was pretty 
sure I'd see a darker spot of moisture as well. The shorts 
couldn't have been _that_ hot. So the imagined spot of moisture 
wouldn't be sweat, I knew that much for sure.
 
Susan, ever the instigator, agreed with Manfred. "No one will see 
you," she said. "Go ahead."

Instead of immediately removing her shorts, Jenny played coy. 
"Why don't you take off _your_ shorts, Manny?"

He grimaced when she called him "Manny," but he didn't correct 
her.

"Well... um... I dunno about that..."

"Yes, Manfred," Susan chimed in. When she looked at me and smiled 
mischievously, I tried not to grin. "I'm sure the girls would 
like to see _your_ equipment as much as you'd like to see 
theirs," she said.

I don't think I've ever seen Manfred blush so deeply.

Gina blushed too, but I knew her well enough to realize she was 
also getting excited.

Manfred cast about for something to say.

"Yeah, Manfred," Jenny said. "Let's see your equipment." She was 
only half teasing.

Manfred swallowed hard. "Um..."

While Jenny and Manfred playfully argued back and forth, Gina 
looked at me. She held my gaze and pursed her lips questioningly. 
When I arched an eyebrow at her, she hooked her thumbs in the 
waist of her shorts and panties. With little fanfare, she slipped 
them over her hips.

As she stepped out of them, I admired her smooth, dark skin (all 
traces of tan lines were gone). Her breasts swayed gently as she 
thrust her shoulders back and looked at me boldly.

The world shrank to just the two of us. It was like Gina was 
putting herself on display for me, offering her body for my 
pleasure, and mine alone. In the background, Manfred was still 
futilely trying to resist Jenny's wheedling, but I ignored him. I 
held her eyes for a moment, then casually looked her up and down.

"Thank you," I mouthed.

She grinned bashfully and then her gaze pointedly dropped to my 
groin. When she licked her lips, I almost lost it. It was only 
through a tremendous effort of will that I didn't get an 
erection. Even though I avoided a full-blown hard-on, my dick 
still swelled against my shorts. I tried not to shift 
uncomfortably.

"Yeah, Manfred," I said absently, never breaking eye contact with 
Gina. "We like looking at the girls." Finally, I turned to him. I 
don't know why he didn't want to take off his shorts. It wasn't 
like Jenny hadn't seen his dick before. Jenny had even... Stop it, 
Paul. Thoughts like those cause erections. I shrugged at Manfred. 
"Let them look at us if they want to."

When I turned back to Gina, she grinned shyly and nodded.

Manfred stood there helplessly, assailed from all corners.

I looked at him again and shrugged. With a wry smile, I turned 
back to Gina. When our eyes met, we entered that "only us" 
pseudo-world once more. I pulled my shorts and underwear down my 
legs and stepped out of them. When I stood, my tumescent dick 
flopped free.

Gina grinned and shamelessly looked me over. For a moment, her 
eyes lingered on my penis. I clenched my buttocks and made it 
twitch. She covered her mouth and giggled.

By the time I looked at Jenny, she was pulling off her short-
shorts. Finally, Manfred gave in to peer pressure and unbuttoned 
his cut-offs. Little had Jenny known that his shorts hid a dick 
which was far harder than mine. Poor Manfred wasn't at full 
staff, but he was close enough. He blushed again, but Jenny's 
eyes practically bored holes in his groin.

When I looked at Susan, she was grinning at me. She shrugged with 
feigned innocence and I snorted softly. Gina turned to look at 
Susan as well. When she winked, Gina giggled again.

"Okay, people," I said, imitating my dad's military voice. "We've 
got a lot to do. So let's get this room squared away."

"And the U-Haul place closes at five o'clock," Susan said. "We 
need to have the truck back by then."

I clapped my hands together for emphasis. "Chop-chop. Let's go."

I can't really explain why, but working with Gina and Jenny was a 
lot more exciting after that. We were from a nudist camp, I 
thought to myself. I saw them without clothes all the time. I 
guess it was the fact that we were out in the open, more or less, 
and we were doing something a little bit dangerous.

While we were working, Gina didn't tease me much, but Jenny 
mercilessly flirted with Manfred. She bent over in front of him. 
She brushed against him. She made suggestive comments. She did 
everything short of dropping to her knees in front of him. The 
poor guy was almost fully erect the entire time. He looked like 
he was either ready to climb under a rock or to jump her bones, 
regardless of who was watching.

As I carried a box into the storage room, I leaned close to 
Susan. "_You_ are a troublemaker," I said softly.

She smiled unrepentantly.

Gina, who had overheard me, was also grinning.

"And _you_," I said to her with mock sternness, "are not much 
better."

After we finally got everything into the storage room and 
arranged it to Susan's satisfaction, we reluctantly gathered up 
our clothes and put them back on. I know I'd been having fun 
watching the two girls work. Judging by Manfred's near-constant 
erection, he had too. And the girls certainly seemed to take 
pleasure in watching _us_.

While Manfred put the dolly in the back of the truck, Gina and 
Jenny re-folded the furniture blankets. Once everyone else was 
out of earshot, I took the opportunity to talk to Susan.

"How come you didn't take off your clothes, too?" I asked.

She shrugged. "You guys were having so much fun with the girls."

"So?"

"And..."

"And what?"

"Well," she said hesitantly.

"You wanted me to pay attention to Gina," I said. "Didn't you?"

She looked at me shrewdly for a moment. Then she lifted her 
eyebrows and nodded. "That's pretty perceptive," she said.

I tried to play it off, but she could see how proud I was.

"You two seem like you're working things out," she said.

I nodded.

"I didn't want to get in the way of that."

I turned and regarded her seriously. "You know I'm not like 
that," I said.

"It wasn't _you_ I was thinking about."

"Oh."

"Mmm hmm."

"I hadn't thought about it that way," I said sheepishly.

"No, you hadn't." She looped her arm through mine. "But you seem 
to be doing just fine now," she said teasingly. Then she turned 
serious. "And you seemed to handle Gina and her week-long 
petulant attitude."

I snorted.

"Well," she said. "You didn't get frustrated, much. Or angry."

I shook my head. "You have no _idea_ how angry I got." I began to 
bristle at the mere thought of Monday night.

"Tell me about it some other time," she said perceptively.

With that, we walked around the back of the truck to the others.

-----

We returned the truck to U-Haul right on time. In the parking lot 
of the U-Haul place, Susan handed each of us an envelope. They 
held five ten-dollar bills apiece.

The first thing we wanted to do was get something cold to drink. 
After that, Manfred and I wanted to go spend some of our hard-
earned money at the sporting goods store.

"Paul," Susan said, before we got into our cars. "I wanted to 
feed you all dinner, too. Is pizza okay?"

The four of us looked at each other and nodded enthusiastically.

"Instead of driving all over town in two cars," she said. "Why 
don't we park your mom's car at the pizza place and I'll 
chauffeur everyone. Okay?"

"Sure," I said. "Sounds great."

The restaurant was about a half-mile away, and the parking lot 
was practically deserted. We locked Mom's car and piled into 
Susan's. Manfred and Jenny jumped in the back seat before I could 
get to it, so Gina and I got into the front with Susan. It's not 
that I minded sitting up front, but I guess I wanted the meager 
privacy the back seat would afford. I glared at Manfred, but he 
was clueless.

Susan knew of a malt shop in town, so we went there first. She 
treated us to large cherry/cola swirl Icees. I think I drank half 
of mine in record time. After that, we headed toward the sporting 
goods store--the money was already burning a hole in our pockets.

Still drinking our Icees, Manfred and I toured the store. We 
quickly located the hiking and camping section, and Manfred 
helped me pick out a backpack. Manfred also picked up two queen-
sized inflatable rafts. He handed one to me and kept the other 
for himself.

"What're these for, Stick?" I asked.

"The quarry, Little Man, the quarry."

"Huh?"

He rolled his eyes at me.

Suddenly, I Got It. I winked at him, and we shared a secretive 
grin.

When we found the girls, they were looking at sunglasses. They 
(easily) talked Manfred and me into picking out sunglasses, too. 
Once we all looked cool, we went to the front of the store to 
make our purchases.

-----

The pizza place had air conditioning, and the temperature was 
turned way down. (That's one thing I like about the South, we 
_know_ how to use air conditioning.) My skin raised goose bumps 
as soon as we entered. After coming in from the bright sunlight, 
the interior of the restaurant was very dim. It took a moment for 
my eyes to adjust, but when they did, I saw that the place was 
mostly empty.

A diffident waitress, a couple of years older than us, picked up 
menus and napkin-wrapped rolls of silverware. Susan asked for a 
back corner booth, and the waitress led us to it. No sooner had 
we sat down than Gina and Jenny got up to go to the restroom.

"Will you order me a Coke, Paul?" Gina asked.

I nodded.

"Me too," Jenny said to Manfred.

He and I looked at each other and grinned.

The waitress took our order--four Cokes and an iced tea--then 
went off to get our drinks.

"I think I'm gonna go to the restroom, too," I said to no one in 
particular. I wanted to get rid of the day's accumulated sweat, 
dust, and who knew what else. "I want to wash up before eating."

I slid out of the booth and Manfred wordlessly joined me. Neither 
of us had to use the toilet, so he waited for me while I washed 
my face, hands, and arms. While I was drying them, he used the 
sink. I waited for him to finish and then we walked back to the 
booth.

When we got there, the waitress had already brought our drinks. 
We slid into the booth and Susan excused herself to go to the 
restroom. She and the girls came back several minutes later. It 
was evident that they'd cleaned up too.

We ordered two large pizzas, one sausage and one pepperoni, and 
chatted amiably about our day. Midway through the conversation, I 
felt Gina's hand steal into my lap. When she found my hand, she 
quietly laced her fingers through my own and squeezed. I turned 
to her and she looked at me hopefully. When I smiled, her 
answering smile lit up her face.

The pizza came a little while later and we enthusiastically tore 
into it. I think Gina, Jenny, and Susan might have eaten four 
pieces between them. Manfred and I devoured the rest. By the time 
we were done, the pizza pans were practically spotless.

Afterward, we relaxed in the comfortable booth and sipped our 
Cokes for a while longer. I was certainly enjoying myself, since 
the cold air in the restaurant made the girls' nipples stand at 
attention. Good conversation and a fine view, I thought to 
myself.

Unfortunately, it would be getting dark soon, and we still had an 
hour and a half drive back to camp. Even though Manfred and I 
tried to give her money, Susan insisted on buying our dinner. 
When we finally left, it was after eight o'clock.

I followed Susan's car out of the parking lot and we were soon on 
the highway. In the back seat, Manfred slid toward Jenny and they 
were making out before long. Gina looked at me shyly, her eyes 
full of anticipation. I gripped the steering wheel with my left 
hand, put my right hand on the seat back, and gestured to her. In 
a flash, she was snuggled next to me.

The sounds from the back seat grew more amorous, but I studiously 
tried to avoid looking. Finally, however, the feeling of Gina's 
body against mine and the sounds from Manfred and Jenny got the 
best of me.

I leaned down to whisper in Gina's ear. "Why don't you take off 
your shirt?" I suggested.

She looked at me, her expression a mixture of surprise and 
desire.

I nodded reassuringly. "I like looking at your body," I said.

She smiled broadly and pulled her shirt out of the waistband of 
her shorts. While she did that, I momentarily steadied the 
steering wheel with my right hand and turned on the car's 
headlights with my left. The sun had just set, and I didn't want 
to have to reach for the light switch at an inopportune moment.

When Gina leaned back against me, I reached around her shoulder 
and rubbed the outside curve of her breast. She snuggled close 
and put her hand on my thigh. I shifted in my seat as my dick 
began to swell.

"Play with your nipples," I said softly. "Make them hard."

She looked at me curiously, but reached up and tweaked her 
nipples, circling them with her fingertips and then tugging 
gently. I tried to keep my eyes on the road, but I stole glances 
whenever I could. Her nipples quickly puckered, becoming little 
brown pebbles.

 From the back seat, we heard soft sighs and whimpers. When Gina 
had removed her shirt, I guess Manfred and Jenny took it as a 
sign that we weren't paying attention to them. Either that, or 
they simply didn't care.

Out of my peripheral vision, I could see Jenny's head bobbing up 
and down over Manfred's lap. Trying to get a better view, I 
looked over my shoulder quickly. Manfred had his eyes closed and 
was enjoying Jenny's attention, completely heedless of Gina and 
me.

Gina saw me turn my head, so she snuck a peek too. When she saw 
what was going on in the back seat, she squirmed and pressed 
herself against me. She faced forward and I cupped her right 
breast. Then she tweaked her own left nipple, sighing softly as 
she did.

I was trying to concentrate on driving--I didn't want to get us 
killed--so I didn't notice when Manfred and Jenny switched 
positions. Gina kept looking over her shoulder at the scene 
behind us, and when she gasped softly, I took a quick look. 
Manfred and Jenny had long since shed their clothes, and she was 
on her back, her legs spread so he could kneel between them.

I leaned down to Gina and kissed her ear. "Take off your shorts," 
I said.

She didn't show the slightest hesitation, lifting her hips to 
slide her shorts and panties over her firm legs. When she sat 
back, I put my arm back around her.

"Play with your pussy," I commanded.

"But I want to suck you," she said.

I shook my head. "I don't think I'd be able to drive if you did," 
I said. I was already concerned enough, and was trying to pay 
close attention to the road.

I chuckled humorlessly to myself. Just the night before, I was 
seething mad and looking to vent my rage. Tonight, I had a naked 
girl next to me, and she wanted to suck my dick. It's amazing how 
"resentful" and "horny" are two mutually exclusive emotions.

I turned back to Gina. "Play with your pussy," I said. "Rub your 
clit."

Her hand snaked between her thighs and she started rubbing 
herself.

"Stick a finger in your pussy," I said. "I want to taste you."

She did as instructed.

I risked a quick glance, and watched her insinuate her middle 
finger between her labia. She pushed, and her finger slowly 
disappeared. I let her play with herself for a minute or two. I 
wanted her to get her juices flowing.

"Pull it out," I said. "Let me taste it."

With a whimper, she withdrew her finger and brought it to my 
lips. The smell of her musk was almost overpowering. I darted my 
tongue out and tasted her. Then I captured her finger with my 
lips and sucked it clean.

By now, my cock was completely hard, and had formed a noticeable 
lump in my shorts. I concentrated on Susan's taillights ahead of 
me as Gina started kneading my erection. She reached up the leg 
of my shorts, but they were too tight for her to do much more 
than tickle my balls.

I lifted my hips. "Help me slide my shorts down," I said.

With a little effort, we eventually slid them to my thighs.

Gina started to lower her head to my lap, but I stopped her.

"You can't."

She made a moue.

"Seriously," I said. "I'll run off the road or hit someone head-
on. I'm sorry."

She nodded, but I could see the disappointment in her eyes.

"Stroke my cock with one hand and play with yourself with the 
other," I said firmly.

She shifted a little and turned toward me. With her right hand, 
she played with my dick. Her left hand was busy rubbing in small 
circles over her clit. Behind us, the sounds of sex grew louder 
as Manfred increased his pace. How had my mom's station wagon 
turned into a teen sexmobile? I didn't know, and I didn't care. 
And when Gina rubbed a drop of pre-come over my glans and then 
sucked her finger, I ceased wondering.

The sound of Jenny's moans filled the car, even above the noise 
of the open windows and the radio. I glanced back quickly and 
watched Manfred pull out and begin stroking his cock. With a 
groan, he came. I felt the car drifting and hastily turned my 
attention back to the road.

Gina kept right on caressing my hard shaft. Every few strokes, 
she would rub some of the leaking pre-come over her finger and 
then taste it. It was incredibly erotic, so I had to exert 
considerable effort to keep from coming.

In the back, Manfred and Jenny began to untangle themselves. At 
Jenny's insistence, Manfred used his shirt to clean off her 
stomach. Gina looked at me, and I could immediately tell what was 
on _her_ mind.

Finally, thankfully, we reached the stop sign where we turned 
left onto the county road that led by the camp. As soon as we 
pulled to a stop, Gina lowered her head to my lap. When I didn't 
try to stop her, she locked her lips around my glans and tongued 
the tip.

Susan turned left and I rolled forward, my body on autopilot. I 
hit the brakes a little harder than I meant to, but Gina never 
stopped sucking. She pumped her fist twice, and I erupted. When 
the first spurt hit the back of her throat, she flinched, but 
kept swallowing. She made soft noises of delight as my semen 
gushed over her tongue.

When I finally stopped spurting, I opened my eyes. My knuckles 
were white, from where I clutched the steering wheel, and I had 
the brake pedal at the end of its travel. I relaxed and looked to 
my left. Susan's taillights were dwindling in the distance.

When she noticed I wasn't behind her, she started to slow down. 
The brighter brake lights roused me from my stupor and I quickly 
looked to my right. The road was clear, so I eased forward and 
turned left. As soon as Susan saw my headlights swing onto the 
county road, she stopped braking.

I looked down at my lap to find a very happy Gina. She grinned at 
me and suckled my shrinking manhood. My head was still sensitive, 
and I flinched when she caressed it with her tongue. The flinch 
made me swerve, and I hastily corrected. I overcorrected and 
swerved into the oncoming lane. Luckily, there were no other cars 
on the road. My heart was racing as I hurriedly brought the car 
back under control.

When I pulled Gina from my lap, she understood. Nevertheless, she 
looked disappointed. In the back seat, Manfred and Jenny were 
still sorting themselves out, courtesy of my careening across the 
road.

I glanced at Gina, and she looked at me with glittering eyes, her 
expression a mixture of satisfaction and desire.

"Did you come?" I asked quietly.

She shook her head. At my inquiring look, she hugged herself to 
my arm. "I was hoping you'd take care of me later," she said, her 
voice soft and sultry.

With that, she laid her head on my shoulder and sighed happily.

-----

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