index


Message-ID: <43185asstr$1057086606@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 01 Jul 2003 11:53:15 -0500
From: Nick Scipio <imperatorSPAM@BLOCKmindspring.com>
Reply-To: imperator@mindspring.com
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit
Subject: {ASSM} "Summer Camp - Book 2" by Nick Scipio - Ch 22 (mf, mff, teen, oral)
Date: Tue,  1 Jul 2003 15:10:06 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 22
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, mff, teen, oral
Revision: 1.0
Web Site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/scipio/www/
FTP Site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/scipio/SummerCamp2
Mailing List: Scipio_Stories-subscribe@yahoogroups.com

*****************************************************************
                       STANDARD DISCLAIMER

This 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 
the written permission of the author, Nick Scipio 
(nick_scipio@yahoo.com). This story may be freely distributed 
with this disclaimer attached.

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

*****************************************************************

Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

The next morning, I had to drag myself out of bed. I wanted to 
sleep late, but I was awake and my body seemed determined to stay 
that way. So I did my morning workout with less enthusiasm than 
normal. Friday workouts aren't my favorite anyway: abs, sides, 
and legs. After several sets of ab crunches and sit-ups with 
weights on my chest, I always felt like puking.

When I finished my last sit-up, I collapsed and closed my eyes, 
my chest heaving. I could already feel the burn in my stomach 
muscles, and the last thing I wanted to do was jump rope. As I 
stared up at the early morning sky, I let my mind wander and 
slowly worked up the energy to stand. At least jumping rope would 
be mindless, and I could think about the events of the past week.

Things with Gina seemed to be moving at a breakneck pace. And 
then it hit me--in little more than a week, she and her family 
would be leaving! I didn't even want to _think_ about being apart 
for a year, but I knew I'd have to. And I knew that Gina and I 
would have to talk about it.

Twenty minutes of jumping rope seemed to pass in the blink of an 
eye. By the time I coiled my rope, the sun had risen above the 
ridge behind me, painting the sky with shades of pink and red. I 
still wanted some time to think, and since no one seemed to be 
awake yet, I decided to go for a run. I still didn't like 
running, but I was beginning to see the appeal of the solitude. 
As I headed down the sandy road toward the gate, I once again let 
my mind wander.

Unfortunately, I didn't really get anything worked out. I thought 
about a lot, but came to no definite conclusions. The one _good_ 
thing I did come up with: my father worked for a major airline! 
As long as I flew stand-by, I could travel almost anywhere I 
wanted to, with my parents' permission, of course. And I could do 
it for free! If there were no direct Atlanta to Charleston 
routes, I could fly using inter-airline discounts. I'd have to 
pay for the tickets, but the discount was substantial.

When I got back to the camp proper, I figured I had run at least 
three miles. My stomach was doing flip-flops and my calves felt 
like molten lead, but I had the feeling of euphoria that comes 
from a good, hard workout. I jogged around the corner of my cabin 
and laced my fingers behind my head, breathing hard.

"Good morning," Gina said sweetly. She and Mom had been talking 
on the porch.

"Morning," I said.

"Do you want me to fix you breakfast?" they asked simultaneously. 
Then they looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Yes, please," I said. "I'm gonna shower first, though."

"Okay," Gina said, bounding down the stairs.

I grinned at her, watching her breasts gently bounce as she 
moved.

She gave me a kiss and handed me a towel.

"Erin," Mom said through the screen door, "breakfast in thirty 
minutes." Erin answered her and then Mom turned to Gina. "Gina, 
why don't you run up and tell your family we'll have breakfast 
together. Then you and I can cook for all of us. How's that 
sound?"

Gina practically beamed at me. "Sounds great," she said.

-----

At breakfast, I think I single-handedly ate enough for three or 
four people. Gina's mom even teased me about how their grocery 
budget would double if they had any sons. Mom merely grinned and 
agreed with her. I was still hungry, so I got up to fix a bowl of 
cereal. While I was eating it, Mom and Elizabeth talked about a 
joint trip to the grocery store. By the time I finished my 
_second_ bowl of cereal, all the women were staring at me with 
ill-concealed mirth. I wasn't being crass or anything, so I think 
they were just amazed. I shrugged unrepentantly. I was hungry, so 
I ate.

After breakfast, Kendall and Drew came into the clubhouse with 
their parents. Kendall immediately joined Gina and me, while Drew 
sought out Jill and Trish. Erin and Leah affected not to notice, 
which made us grin. Believe it or not, I was still a little 
hungry, and when I mentioned it to Gina, she playfully rolled her 
eyes at me. Nevertheless, she grabbed a couple of oranges.

Then Gina, Kendall, and I headed down to the lake. We walked 
around to the shallow end and spread our towels on the grass. 
Gina handed me an orange and then offered Kendall the other one, 
which she politely declined. Unfortunately, we were all a little 
nervous around each other. Well, I wasn't really nervous, but I 
could tell that they were. I wanted to do something to lighten 
the mood, and had a minor brainstorm.

"Gina?" I asked.

"Hmm?"

I pointed to the orange still in her hands. "Would you peel that 
for me?" I hadn't realized it at the time, but when Gina had fed 
me oranges in the past, it was always a very intimate experience. 
I wanted to include Kendall in that intimacy, and I wanted to do 
it with Gina's cooperation. It was a small step, but an important 
one.

Gina looked at me suddenly and then focused upon the orange she 
still held. Finally, she nodded distractedly, glancing at 
Kendall.

"Will you peel one too?" I asked Kendall, handing her the other 
orange.

She, in turn, glanced furtively at Gina.

While they were distracted with the oranges, I moved to sit 
between them, stretching my legs out before me and propping 
myself up with my arms.

"Do you want us to feed you too, Your Highness?" Gina asked, with 
an edge to her voice.

"Why yes," I said, with a haughty air. "That would be splendid." 
Unfortunately, I couldn't say it with a straight face. When I 
laughed, the girls nervously joined in.

Gina was the first to bring an orange slice to my lips. Instead 
of merely letting her pop it into my mouth, I quickly captured 
her fingertips as well. I moved the orange slice to the side of 
my mouth and sensuously sucked her finger, gazing into her eyes 
as I did.

"Oh," she breathed. "No fair."

Then I released her finger and chewed the orange with a smug 
smile.

When I looked at Kendall, she was watching with wide-eyed 
disbelief. She stared at me for a moment before she realized I 
was ready for the next slice. She actually blushed as she looked 
down and pulled one free. She brought it to my lips and I 
captured her fingers as well. I sucked the juice from her 
fingertips and then smiled suggestively as I chewed the orange.

"My turn," Gina said, bringing another slice to my mouth.

I scooted back a bit--so I could sit up and cross my legs--and 
put a hand on each girl's thigh. I wanted them to see that I was 
touching the other, but also that I wasn't playing any favorites. 
I don't know why, but it seemed like the thing to do. They 
continued feeding me orange sections, while I continued licking 
and sucking their fingers after each one. As I did so, my dick 
twitched a few times and began to stiffen, a fact that both girls 
noticed.

I know Gina _wanted_ to see me with Kendall, and I know Kendall 
_thought_ she understood what it would be like to share me, but I 
don't think either of them understood the reality of our evolving 
relationship. For that matter, I don't think I did either, at 
least not completely. But I also thought I had a much better 
grasp on things than they did. So I started slowly. If they could 
both feed me orange slices--an intimate but non-sexual act--then 
we could probably take things further.

What surprised me most was that I thought of all this on the fly. 
I hadn't rehearsed any of it, I just did it. And it seemed to be 
working. A lot of the nervousness and tension was gone, replaced 
by giggles and shared grins. By the time we finished the oranges, 
I was no longer hungry. In addition, Gina and Kendall could 
easily tell that I was aroused. Judging by their breathing and 
erect nipples, they were too.

I wanted to take things further, but that's when we saw the first 
flash of lightning. Several seconds later, the thunder rolled 
over us. I looked up and realized that the sky had darkened. 
Worse, it was growing darker still. So we picked up our towels 
and began walking toward the clubhouse. At the top of the hill, 
we met Manfred and Jenny. I noticed that Jenny was no longer 
wearing her bikini bottoms, and Manfred seemed unusually relaxed. 
Gina, Kendall, and I shared a private smile.

"Hey, dude," he said to me. "Hi Gina. Hi Kendall." Then he put 
his arm around Jenny.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," we all replied in unison.

"We were gonna go dodge the storm on Jenny's front porch. Y'all 
wanna come?"

Before the girls could answer, I said, "No thanks, Stick. I think 
we were gonna hang out in the clubhouse for a while."

"Suit yourself," he said. "Bye."

"Bye," Jenny said over her shoulder as they walked off.

"Oh we were, _were_ we?" Gina asked.

"Sure," I said. "It'll give us time to talk. Just the three of 
us."

"Oh."

Kendall just grinned.

-----

The buildup to the storm was impressive. For forty-five minutes, 
it simply got darker, windier, and louder. Heat lightning 
flashed, and thunder cascaded over us as the storm drew closer. I 
counted the seconds between seeing the lightning and hearing the 
thunder--a trick my dad had taught me--and figured that the 
leading edge of the storm was still fifteen or twenty minutes 
away.

Kara told us that our moms had gone up to the Coulter cabin a 
little while earlier. Erin and Leah were going to go to the store 
with them, but they were going to wait until the worst of the 
storm had passed. Then Kara and Gina shared a couple of 
meaningful looks before Kara gathered her book and towel and 
headed up the hill.

"What was that about?" Kendall asked, finally working up the 
courage to broach the subject.

"What?" Gina asked, as innocently as she could.

"That. You and Kara."

"What about Kara?" Gina asked.

Before Kendall could ask again, I cut in. "Kara was just making 
sure everything was okay," I said reasonably.

Two heads swiveled my direction.

"Okay?" Kendall asked anxiously.

I nodded. "With the three of us."

"She doesn't _know_, does she?" Kendall asked in a hushed voice. 
"What if she knows? Will she--"

"Relax," I said. "She knows."

Kendall's jaw dropped open. "She won't tell, will she?" she 
asked, her voice rising a decibel or two. "You don't think she'd 
tell your parents, do you?"

"Tell them what?" Gina asked, genuinely perplexed.

"About... you know... us," Kendall hissed.

When Gina burst out laughing, Kendall's confusion only deepened.

I leaned forward. "Her parents...," I said, looking at Gina for 
confirmation. When she nodded, I continued, "...already know."

"Mom does," Gina said.

Kendall stared at us, agog.

"My mom knows too," I said gently.

Kendall swallowed hard. "We're not gonna get in trouble, are we?" 
she asked hastily. "I mean, we haven't even _done_ anything yet." 
Then she turned to me. "They won't ground you, will they? 
_Please_ tell me they won't tell my parents. Oh, my goodness!"

"Wait," I said, raising my voice a little. "Calm down."

Gina became subdued when she realized Kendall was serious, and 
seriously upset.

"No, they won't tell your parents," I said.

"How do your moms even _know?_" Kendall asked.

"That," I said, "is another long story. But you remember what I 
told you last night?" I looked around to make sure no one was 
within hearing distance. "About how our parents are swingers?"

She nodded.

"They understand about our relationship," I said, indicating the 
three of us with a gesture. "My mom figured it out last night, 
when I told her I spent the evening talking to you."

"She knows about last night?" Kendall blurted, louder than she'd 
intended.

"Not the details," I said quickly. "But she can probably figure 
it out. She's pretty smart."

"And you're not in trouble or anything?"

I shook my head. "Remember? They understand."

Kendall looked to Gina for support. She found it, but not the 
kind she'd been expecting.

"And I talked to my mom about it, too," Gina said softly. "I... I 
was worried about losing Paul to you."

"You were?"

Gina nodded. "Mmm hmm. I didn't want to admit it to myself, but I 
could see how much he loves you. And I was worried." It was easy 
to see what kind of effort it took for her to admit that. "Paul 
and I talked about it a lot," she continued, "and I talked to my 
mom too. She told me to trust Paul, which I do. I trust him not 
to hurt me. Not intentionally, at least. And I trust him not to 
hurt you, either." She sighed ruefully. "If I hadn't listened to 
Paul, I probably would've really hurt your feelings."

Kendall looked at me, her jaw working soundlessly.

"Maybe, maybe not," I said. "But our parents know what's going on 
between the three of us."

"And you're not in trouble?" Kendall asked incredulously.

"Why would we be?" I asked rhetorically. "We're not hurting 
anyone, we're being careful and discreet, and we treat each other 
with respect."

"Do you think they'll tell my parents?" she asked nervously.

I looked at Gina, who shrugged. "I don't think so," I said.

Kendall visibly relaxed.

"They wouldn't do anything to get you in trouble," I said. "Our 
parents are really cool."

"No kidding. I can't believe you all even _talk_ to them about 
stuff like this."

I shrugged. "Like I said, our parents are really cool."

"My parents sure aren't," she said sourly. "If my mom even 
_thought_ I was doing... what we're talking about," she said 
deliberately, "she'd ground me until I'm thirty."

"Come on, it can't be that bad," I chided her gently.

"You don't know my mom," she said. "And my dad is the epitome of 
'protective father.'"

"Well," I said, "as long as we're careful, I don't think they'll 
figure anything out."

"I hope not. My mother would hit the roof if she thought I was 
fooling around."

Gina and I smiled at each other. More and more, I was glad I had 
the parents I did. She was probably thinking the same thing.

"The more I learn about you two," Kendall said, "the more I'm 
amazed."

I looked at her earnestly. "Do you like what you're learning?"

She paused to consider it for a moment and then nodded. "I think 
so. It's not what I expected, either. I thought you were just a 
regular guy."

"I _am_ a regular guy," I protested mildly.

"Not hardly," she snorted. "I don't know any regular guys who 
have _two_ girlfriends."

I quickly looked at Gina to gauge her reaction.

She smiled with equanimity and then leaned toward Kendall. "I 
don't think many guys could even _handle_ girls like us," she 
said with a grin.

As the two of them laughed, the squall line broke over the 
clubhouse and the roar of the rain filled the air around us.

_When it rains, it pours,_ I thought with a silent chuckle.

-----

We sat around and just talked for a while, getting comfortable 
together. Gina was still a little unsure of herself, but she took 
her cues from me. Kendall was amazed, insecure, enthusiastic, or 
curious, each by turns. Despite the fact that there were a lot of 
people in the clubhouse, the tattoo of the rain beating down upon 
the roof ensured we wouldn't be overheard.

I think Kendall was still a little shocked that Gina would want 
to share me. What Kendall didn't yet realize was that Gina also 
wanted _me_ to share _her_. Well, perhaps it was a _bit_ more 
complicated than that, I privately admitted. But it was fun 
watching the two of them work toward understanding our developing 
relationship. In the process, I learned a lot about their 
reactions and insecurities, simply by keeping my mouth shut and 
paying attention.

It was interesting to watch Kendall, now that she knew Gina was 
interested in girls too. The previous night, Gina had been 
disappointed to learn that Kendall wasn't exactly enthusiastic 
about sex with another girl, but she also pointed out that 
Kendall hadn't closed the door completely, either. She certainly 
wasn't shocked by it, but judging by her body language, she 
wasn't exactly encouraging Gina.

In the end, however, we _were_ all good friends. That would be 
the core of any relationship we'd have, sexual or otherwise. I 
was also a little amazed that I could sit back and analyze things 
as dispassionately as I was. The previous year, even the previous 
month, I probably would've worked myself into apoplexy trying to 
think of all the "what if?" scenarios that could occur. Now, I 
sat back and enjoyed the conversation. Oh, I still analyzed 
things and tried to pay attention to what the girls _weren't_ 
saying, as much as to what they were saying, but I didn't get 
worked up about it.

_Is this what maturity is like?_ I wondered. _No, _I thought 
wryly,_ this is what self-confidence is like. And maybe a little 
bit of maturity._

"Hey," I said at a lull in the conversation, "why don't we get 
out of here." I gestured at the growing crowd of people. It was 
lunchtime, and families were coming down to eat. "Let's eat some 
sandwiches real quick, grab Scrabble, then go hang out in my 
family's cabin. Mom and Erin have gone to the store and my dad's 
on a trip, so we'll have the place to ourselves."

We all looked at each other, eagerness plainly written across our 
faces.

"Sure," Gina said brightly.

"That'd be great," Kendall added.

"I'll get the game and wrap it in a towel while you all fix 
sandwiches," I said.

When we were finished eating lunch, we quickly cleaned up and 
headed toward the clubhouse door. It was still raining, but the 
rain had turned from a torrential downpour to a steady, drenching 
shower. We'd get wet on the way to my cabin, but at least we'd 
have some privacy once we got there.

"Lemme run by the Winnie and tell my mom where I'll be," Kendall 
said as we approached the screen door.

I nodded. "Gina and I'll run up to the cabin. We'll have a dry 
towel waiting for you."

We all grinned at each other and then opened the door. It was 
raining hard enough that it wasn't even worth running. Soon 
enough, Kendall waved to us and veered toward her camper. For 
some crazy reason, Gina and I sprinted the last hundred yards to 
our cabin. I could've easily outpaced her, but I held back and 
ran next to her. Finally, we bounded up the cabin stairs, a 
little winded and grinning like idiots. The towel protecting the 
Scrabble box was nearly drenched, so I quickly removed it and 
hung it over one of the rocking chairs.

Once inside, Gina fetched us two dry towels from the bathroom. 
The first thing I did was dry the Scrabble box. Then I dried 
myself. A few minutes later, Kendall trudged up the stairs 
looking like a drowned rat. She was a very buxom rat, but a 
drowned rat nevertheless.

"I don't wanna drip on the cabin floor," she said through the 
screen door. "Can you just throw me a towel?"

"Nonsense," Gina said. "We dripped on the floor. Come on in." She 
turned to fetch another towel as Kendall came inside.

I enjoyed watching Kendall dry off, noticing that she had to lift 
her breasts to dry underneath them. She blushed self-consciously 
when she saw me looking. I smiled to reassure her, and she 
grinned shyly in return.

"Let's get some fresh towels to sit on," Gina said. "Where does 
your mom keep them?"

I pointed to the bottom drawer of the large dresser.

"I'm going to have to help her do laundry," Gina said, "with all 
the towels we're going through."

I hung up my damp towel while Gina grabbed fresh ones. The girls 
both kept their first towels, to dry their hair with.

"Does Erin have a comb we can borrow?" Gina asked. "I don't want 
tangles in my hair."

"Sure," I said, striding toward the bathroom. I handed Erin's 
large-handled comb to Gina.

She dried her hair some more, hung her damp towel in the 
bathroom, then began combing out her ebony hair. When she was 
done, she passed the comb to Kendall, who repeated Gina's ritual, 
almost motion for motion. With their hair finally dressed, but 
still wet, we spread our clean towels and sat. Gina and I sat 
together on the couch, while Kendall moved toward one of the easy 
chairs.

"Hold on a second," Gina said suddenly. "Swap with me, Kendall."

Kendall looked up, perplexed. "Huh?"

"I get to sit next to him all the time. You sit over here on the 
couch, and I'll sit on the chair."

"No, you sit next to him," Kendall said.

They went back and forth a few times, each girl trying to get the 
other to sit next to me.

Finally, I threw up my hands in mock frustration. "_I'll_ sit on 
the chair," I said.

They looked a little chagrinned.

"Well," Gina said thoughtfully, "that way, we'll _both_ get to 
look at you."

"Yeah," Kendall quickly agreed.

With the seating arrangements finally taken care of, we set up 
the board, drew our letters, and began to play. In the middle of 
the game, wonder of wonders, I was actually winning. I'd managed 
to put the J in "enjoy" on a triple-letter score _and_ turn 
"oust" into "joust." So I'd gotten 48 points _just from the 
letter J_. Needless to say, I was pretty excited about that. On 
the strength of the lead provided by my "enjoy/joust" score, I 
managed to win the game.

"Hey," I said suddenly. "Why don't we play dirty Scrabble."

The girls looked at me, puzzled.

"You know," I said, "something like double points for any dirty 
word."

"Yeah!" Gina said quickly.

"What counts as a dirty word?" Kendall asked.

"Anything you wouldn't say in front of your grandmother."

"Okay," she said, blushing.

We mixed the letters in the box top and chose one to see who 
played first (whoever drew the letter closest to A went first). 
We all drew six more letters and then Kendall played first. 
Thinking about the two beautiful girls while trying to come up 
with dirty words was more than enough to make my penis begin to 
stiffen. Instead of trying to prevent the reaction, I let nature 
take its course. By the time we'd each played two words, I was 
fully erect. Both girls seemed to be having a difficult time 
concentrating on the game. I grinned to myself and studied my own 
letters.

Kendall was the first to come up with a dirty word, "suck." It 
wasn't really something you wouldn't say in front of your 
grandmother, but that wasn't the point. It got us all thinking 
about the sexual meanings of the word. And with my hard-on 
jutting up from my lap, having the girls think about "suck" as a 
dirty word suited me just fine.

Gina's first dirty word was "nipple," although she had to use a 
blank tile for the second P. Once again, nipple wasn't something 
you'd likely refrain from saying in front of your grandmother, 
but we all agreed that it was dirty enough. My turn was next. I 
looked at my letters and then scratched my head. What could I do 
with a J, W, two Bs, an S, and two Os? Nothing worthwhile, I was 
convinced.

I ran through a couple of words in my head, mostly simple ones 
like "boobs," "bows," or "jobs." Then I started looking at the 
board, to see where I could place my word. A few spots looked 
promising, but then the L in "nipple" jumped out at me. I could 
do "blows." That would garner decent points, and I might even 
convince the girls that it was a dirty word. Then I suddenly 
realized what the game's coup de grace would be: "blowjobs." I 
frantically looked at my letters, just to make sure I hadn't 
gotten mixed up. When I started laying out my tiles, the girls 
looked on with growing curiosity.

When I played the final letter, they both giggled. Then they 
started adding up the score my word was going to generate. The 
first B was on a double word score, and the 8-point J was on a 
double letter score. The word alone was worth 29 points, _before_ 
the double word score, which made it 58 points. Because it was 
undeniably a dirty word, the score doubled again, so I ended up 
with 116 points. Kendall reluctantly pointed out that because I'd 
used all my tiles in one word, I received an _additional_ 50 
points. So the final blockbuster word score was 166 points!

I tried not to celebrate too egregiously, but I couldn't help 
myself. I bounced around the room, jumping up and down like some 
crazed kangaroo with an erection. Gales of helpless laughter from 
the girls accompanied my victory dance, and when I finally 
stopped jumping for joy, I realized the hilarity of the 
situation. But I was too pumped on adrenaline to completely calm 
down. I hadn't won the game yet, but with the kind of commanding 
lead I'd just gained, it was all but certain that I would.

"I can't believe I actually won _two_ games in a row," I gushed.

Gina turned to Kendall. "Leave it to Paul to win with a blowjob," 
she said sardonically.

"Not just _any_ blowjob," I countered, my emotions still riding 
high. "The word was blowjobs, plural, as in 'more than one 
blowjob'."

That brought a fresh round of giggles from the girls.

"I think that might've been one of the best blowjobs I've ever 
had," I said, being silly.

"Oh really?" Gina asked, gasping as she laughed.

"The next time he wants a blowjob," Kendall said, finally working 
up the courage to join in, "you can just get out the Scrabble 
board."

"How would you like it if we did that?" Gina asked me through her 
laughter. "Hmm?"

"I wouldn't care. I can live happily with the knowledge that I 
beat you both at Scrabble with the king of all blowjobs."

That set them off again, and they rocked against each other, 
laughing so hard that I thought they might roll off the couch. 
Their laughter was contagious, and I laughed along with them, at 
myself as much as anything else. When we finally calmed down a 
little, Gina looked at Kendall.

"Why don't we concede this game," she said. "He's going to win it 
anyway."

Kendall nodded. "Besides," she said soberly, her eyes locked on 
my flagging erection, "I don't know _how_ you can sit there and 
play Scrabble with him like... that."

In an instant, the mood in the cabin changed from hilarious to 
horny. The change was nearly palpable. I took a deep breath and 
wondered if I could smell it too. My dick hardened in 
anticipation.

Gina's gaze followed Kendall's and then she smiled as she looked 
up at my face. "I see him like that all the time," she said.

"Well, I don't," Kendall said, her eyes never leaving my dick.

"Nice, isn't it?"

Kendall nodded absently.

"Do you want to play another game?" Gina asked.

Kendall turned to look at her blankly. "Huh?"

Gina grinned. "Do you want to play another game?"

"Um... Can we maybe just talk... or something?"

"Or something," Gina replied, glancing at me.

Kendall blushed and laughed a little nervously.

The girls stood, and the three of us quickly cleaned up and 
returned the game pieces to the box. As we did, Kendall's eyes 
hardly left my erection, a fact which was not lost on Gina. The 
whole situation only served to make me harder still, if that was 
possible. I tossed the box onto one of the easy chairs and turned 
my attention to the girls. They both looked a little nervous, 
although they also looked excited. I was pretty sure I knew where 
things were headed, but I decided to start slowly.

I moved toward Gina, holding her eyes with my own. Her head 
tilted back as I drew near, so I bent to kiss her. My erection 
pressed against the smooth skin of her stomach, and she moaned 
softly as our kiss intensified. When I pulled back, she smiled at 
me and opened her eyes.

"I can leave you two alone," Kendall said tentatively, "if you 
want."

"No," I said. "We want you to stay."

Gina nodded when I looked at her for confirmation.

"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to," I said to 
Kendall. "The three of us, I mean."

I could clearly see the internal struggle taking place behind her 
eyes. Her breathing had quickened and she was a little flushed 
with desire, but she also looked nervous.

"Why don't we just sit on the couch and talk for a while," I 
suggested.

Gina's unseen hand pressed against the small of my back, quietly 
adding her approval.

"Would that be okay?" Kendall asked.

"Mmm hmm."

When Gina stepped back from me, my erection bobbed. Kendall's 
eyes were immediately drawn to it, and she smiled hesitantly as 
she looked up and met my gaze. Then her eyes flashed to Gina, 
looking for any reaction. Gina merely smiled warmly and gestured 
toward the couch. I sat in the center and Gina snuggled against 
my left side, my arm comfortably around her shoulders.

"That looks nice," Kendall said. "You're a cute couple."

"You and Paul are a cute couple too," Gina said.

_Good girl!_

Kendall smiled shyly and then eyed the unoccupied easy chair.

"Would you like to sit with Paul?" Gina asked, starting to stand.

"Don't get up," Kendall said quickly. Then a look of 
consternation flashed over her expression and she lightly stomped 
her foot. "This is all so _weird_."

I hastily stood and walked toward her. "It _is_ a little weird," 
I said. "For us too. We've just had longer to think about it than 
you have." I held my hand out to her.

She hesitantly reached toward me, but then abruptly stopped and 
looked at Gina.

When Gina didn't say anything, I stepped forward and took 
Kendall's hand. I pulled her toward me, but she resisted at 
first. It was only token resistance, however, and she let me pull 
her against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, my erection 
pressing against her hip. She kept her eyes nervously averted, so 
I lifted her chin with one hand. When I leaned in to kiss her, 
she responded against me.

"I wish we could be alone," she said softly.

With the sound of the rain, I didn't think Gina could've heard 
it. "I know," I said, equally quietly. "But we have to do this 
together, the three of us." I kept my voice reasonable, soothing. 
"I know it seems weird, but if you and Gina want to share me, we 
need to do it this way. Besides, you just kissed me while Gina 
was watching."

She licked her lips and nodded.

"She's not upset or anything. Look."

Her eyes flicked to Gina.

My back was to the couch, but judging by Kendall's shy smile, 
Gina must have smiled at her. "See?" I asked.

She nodded again. "It's just that I want to... do things... with you. 
I want to make you happy."

"You _do_ make me happy. But you're worried about Gina. Right?"

"A little." Then she seemed to compose herself. "And maybe I'm a 
little shy."

"That's okay. We can take things slowly."

"I'd... I'd like that. Very much." Then she looked up suddenly. 
"Tell me you love me," she said, almost inaudibly.

I looked into her eyes and smiled earnestly. "I love you."

She put her head on my shoulder and I simply held her close.

"Do you want to sit on the couch?" I asked after a few minutes.

She pulled back and nodded.

We walked around the low table and I shoved it out of the way 
with my leg. I slowly sat on the couch, pulling Kendall with me. 
Then I put my arm around her and smiled. She smiled in return, 
and I turned to look at Gina, who grinned at both of us. Gina 
tucked her legs under her and turned toward me, her knees 
touching my left thigh. Outside, the rain still fell steadily, 
soothing us with its rhythm.

"Okay?" I asked Kendall.

She nodded tentatively and smiled again.

I looked fondly at Gina and put my hand on her hip. Then I slid 
it down until my palm gently cupped the cheek of her ass. My 
erection was already waning, so I decided to lighten the mood by 
talking about something, anything not having to do with sex.

"You're going to college in the fall," I asked Kendall, "right?"

She looked at little shocked at the abrupt change in mood, but 
nodded.

"Do you know where you're going?" Gina asked.

"Tennessee, of course," Kendall said a little stiffly. Then she 
relaxed. "Um... yeah... I'm going to UTK. I've got a full 
scholarship."

"Wow!" Gina replied. "Congratulations."

Kendall nodded. "They've got a great medical program too," she 
said, finally warming to the subject. It was easy to tell that 
she was excited about it. "Although the medical school's in 
Memphis. So I'll get my undergraduate degree and then I'll have 
to move."

For a while, I let the girls talk. It was a subject they were 
both interested in, and it seemed to relax them. Kendall talked 
about looking at different undergraduate and medical schools, and 
traveling to them with her mother. She'd gotten full scholarship 
offers to UT and Memphis State, and a partial scholarship offer 
to Vanderbilt.

"Vanderbilt?" Gina asked. "They've got a good medical school."

Kendall nodded quickly. "Yeah, but I can't afford to go there 
without a full scholarship."

"Hold on a second," I said. "I thought you went to an expensive 
prep school or something. Last night, you said--"

"I did," she said, looking at me as if for the first time. "But 
my dad could never afford to send me to Vanderbilt."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, my high school was expensive, but I was there on a full 
scholarship too. They have academic and athletic scholarships, 
just like colleges."

"You mean you had to get a scholarship, just to go to high 
school?" I asked dubiously. I'd gone to public schools all my 
life. My parents had always made sure they were _good_ schools, 
but they were still public schools.

She nodded. "Yeah. And I almost didn't qualify, not until I got 
serious about school." She sighed deeply. "Mom and Dad were happy 
about that, but I could kinda tell they wanted me to do more... um... 
feminine things."

"Like what?" Gina asked.

"Well, I took eight years of ballet, for one," Kendall said. 
"Until I got these," she said, looking down at her breasts. "I 
wanted to be a ballet dancer. But ballerinas are _not_ five nine 
with big tits."

Gina laughed. "No, I guess they're not."

"Mom always wanted me to be a cheerleader, like she was, but I've 
never been interested in that. She wants me to do the things she 
did. She doesn't even like me reading as much as I do. But I 
always tell her it's for school. I think they'd be happiest if I 
just got married to a nice doctor or something. I mean, instead 
of _becoming_ a doctor."

"Yeah," Gina said in commiseration.

"I know they love me and all," Kendall said, "but they're just 
so... old-fashioned. Men work. Women raise kids. Boys play 
football. Girls are cheerleaders. So they don't really understand 
why I can't wait to go to college. Mom thinks I should be 
thinking about who I want to marry. Ha! I guess in some ways, I 
was lucky I went to an all-girls school. I mean, Mom didn't 
bother me about why I didn't have a boyfriend. It's not that I 
didn't want one, I just didn't have the opportunity. I didn't 
even like most of the guys my age," she said despondently, "but I 
would've liked the chance to figure them out."

"Guys are easy to figure out," Gina said. Then she looked at me 
sidelong and grinned. "You just keep their dicks happy, and 
they'll do whatever you want."

"Hey!" I protested. "_I'm_ not like that."

"No, but most guys are," Gina countered.

"And you know this how?" I asked archly. "From your vast personal 
experience leading guys around by their dicks?"

She grinned sheepishly when she realized how neatly I'd 
mousetrapped her.

"Uh-huh," I said. "That's what I thought."

"Well, _you_ seem to enjoy it."

"Yeah, but I can jerk off whenever I want to. If all I want to do 
is keep my dick happy, then I certainly don't need to look any 
further than my right hand." I quickly realized that I was being 
a little harsh, so I softened my tone. "I'm not a sex object any 
more than you are, or Kendall is," I said, tossing my chin in the 
other girl's direction.

Kendall shook her head.

"So you may be beautiful, you may be smart, and you may keep my 
dick happy," I said to Gina, "but I do the things I do because I 
enjoy making _you_ happy, because I love you." I quickly swiveled 
my head and fixed Kendall with a penetrating gaze. "And before 
you get any crazy ideas about... well... about anything, you're 
beautiful too, you're smart too, and I'm sure you'll keep my dick 
happy too. If you want to, that is."

She looked shocked for a moment and then nodded quickly.

"You may not have figured guys out," I continued, "but you've 
sure figured _me_ out, and that's all that really matters. I love 
you too, and that's that." From my left, I heard a sniffle, and 
quickly turned to see what was the matter.

Gina smiled tearfully and then looked at Kendall. "He says the 
sweetest things, doesn't he?"

"Goodness, yes," Kendall said, her voice husky with emotion.

After that, I had two very happy--albeit teary--girls on my 
hands. The rain slacked off and then picked up again, but we 
didn't notice. I alternated between kissing one girl and then 
kissing the other. Kendall slowly relaxed and started kissing me 
with more passion. My erection, which had subsided as we talked 
about everyday things, returned full force.

Gina took Kendall's hand and wrapped her fingers around my shaft. 
While Gina played with my balls, Kendall slowly stroked me. She 
was a little clumsy at first, but with a little subtle direction 
from Gina, she began to get the hang of it. After a while, it 
became obvious that Kendall was simply going to passively follow 
as we led, so Gina slid between my legs and took my dick into her 
mouth.

While Gina sucked me, I continued kissing Kendall. I had her 
kneel on the couch next to me while I sucked her nipples until 
they were stiff, making her moan with pleasure. With gentle 
touches and pressure, I moved her so she was straddling my 
midsection, facing me. Her left knee was still on the couch, but 
her right leg was propped up, exposing her pussy to my questing 
fingers (and, not coincidentally, to Gina's gaze).

I could feel Gina playing with herself while she sucked me, and I 
knew she was watching as I moved my fingers over Kendall's 
aroused pussy. I continued sucking Kendall's nipples, enjoying 
the feeling as her large breasts pressed against my face. She 
came quicker than I expected, but didn't pull my hand away from 
her pussy. So I kept tweaking and circling her clit, occasionally 
sliding a finger into her.

I was also reaching the point of no return, and Gina sensed it. 
She began pumping her fist up and down while tonguing my glans. I 
wanted to hold off as long as I could, but she was determined. I 
groaned into Kendall's pliant breast as I felt the first spurt 
jet into Gina's mouth. I tried to concentrate on Kendall and her 
building orgasm, but I was lost in my own little world. I vaguely 
felt her move her own hand down and start rubbing her clit.

As soon as I regained my senses, I sucked and licked her nipples. 
With a silent shudder, she came again, almost collapsing against 
me. At nearly the same time, I felt Gina tense up. She moaned and 
let my shaft slip from her lips as her climax peaked.

After we all caught our breath, I maneuvered Kendall back to my 
right side. Gina suckled my slowly shrinking dick while Kendall 
watched raptly. I could tell that she was a little embarrassed 
about watching Gina, but she didn't look away. Eventually, Gina 
released my flaccid dick and smiled up at us.

"That was fun," she said.

Kendall and I nodded simultaneously and then grinned at one 
another.

-----

The rain continued and the afternoon turned a little chilly. It 
wasn't outright cold, but it was certainly damp and miserable. 
Gina, Kendall, and I snuggled on the couch for an hour or more. 
Eventually, we heard a car pull up outside. A minute later, Erin 
and Leah burst into the cabin.

Their eyes grew wide as they took in the sight of the three of 
us--we had covered ourselves with a blanket, but we were still 
snuggled very close. We began to untangle ourselves as Erin set 
two paper bags by the bathroom door. Leah merely grinned the 
whole time.

"You want some help unloading the groceries?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure," Erin replied.

They went back out to the car while I scrounged around until I 
found my family's umbrella. Mom had taken one with her, but the 
bigger of the two was still in the cabin. It was definitely big 
enough for the three of us. (Just because we were nudists didn't 
mean we liked getting rained on. Besides, the rain was cold.)

At the clubhouse, we helped unload the last of the groceries. 
Working as a team, we had everything squared away in five 
minutes. Afterward, Mom, Elizabeth, Erin, and Leah drove back up 
the hill to park the car and take off their clothes.

Dinner that night was a big pot of spaghetti. We ate with the 
Coulters, and invited Kendall to join us. But when she asked her 
mother, she was told that she needed to eat with her family. Once 
most all the families had eaten dinner, the dads, Manfred, Drew, 
and I started setting things up for movie night. Because of the 
storm, it was going to get dark earlier than usual, and I 
couldn't think of a better night to sit inside and watch movies. 
Bill set up the big screen over the expansive stone hearth and 
then assembled his projector. Then he began feeding the kids' 
movie into the projector while a bunch of the moms made popcorn.

Once everything was set up, Gina, Kendall, and I grabbed a couch 
close to the back of the group. All the younger kids crowded up 
front, while the parents mostly took couches farther away from 
the screen. A bunch of people simply pulled chairs over from the 
dining area. The kids' movie was _The Shaggy D.A._, and it was 
pretty good. I enjoyed sitting with Gina and Kendall more than 
the movie, but it was nice to relax and simply laugh at the 
antics onscreen.

After the movie ended, most of the younger kids went to bed. Some 
of the moms went to watch them, and several of the year-round 
camp residents filtered into the clubhouse to watch the adults' 
movie. The three of us kept our spot on the back couch, but Gina 
fetched us a blanket from their cabin. Gina's parents and Kara 
were sitting on the couch in front of us, while Mom and Susan 
were on the small couch to their left. Kendall's parents were two 
couches to the right, and Manfred and Jenny were with Jenny's 
parents.

Mom and Elizabeth had decided that Erin and Leah could watch the 
adult movie, but the girls wanted to go up to our cabin instead. 
Drew, Jill, and Trish were conspicuously together on one couch, 
and I figured that was the reason the younger girls didn't want 
to hang around.

When everything was ready to go, Bill turned out the lights and 
started the movie. It was _Animal House_, and I'd never seen it 
before. I felt really grown up because it was R-rated. I'd seen 
R-rated movies before, but this somehow felt different. I was 
enjoying things until the middle of the movie. I probably 
would've kept enjoying them too, if it weren't for Gina playing 
with my dick. As soon as Kendall figured out what was going on 
under the blanket, her fingers crept toward my erection. She and 
Gina gleefully teased me, and seemed to enjoy seeing me squirm as 
my arousal grew. Finally, I'd had enough. I whispered to them 
that we either needed to go somewhere else, or I was going to 
make a scene by fucking them--one after the other--in plain view 
of everyone present.

I hid my erection with the blanket while we each quietly told our 
parents we were going up to the cabin. Then we picked up the 
large umbrella and nearly ran up the hill. Since we knew Erin and 
Leah were in my family's cabin, we bypassed it completely. Once 
at Gina's cabin, we rinsed our feet in the runoff from the roof 
and then headed inside. Gina's cabin was larger than ours, but 
laid out much the same. The main differences were a larger 
sitting area, a kitchenette in the back, and two bedrooms off to 
the left.

Without turning on the lights, we quickly settled onto the couch. 
Things started out much as they had earlier in the afternoon, but 
they progressed rapidly. After a few minutes of kissing, groping, 
and stroking, we were all pretty worked up. I lay on the couch 
and directed Kendall to kneel over my face. She looked a little 
skeptical but Gina assured her that she'd enjoy it. As soon as I 
started licking and sucking her inner labia, she moaned and 
almost fell off the couch. Gina began sucking my cock, and was 
clearly enjoying the view as I teased and tasted Kendall's pussy.

In the middle of all this, Kendall wanted to suck my dick, so she 
and Gina switched places. When I flinched as Kendall scraped my 
sensitive skin with her teeth for the third or fourth time, she 
pulled back and moaned disconsolately. Gina climbed off my face 
and started giving pointers to the other girl. Kendall smiled 
gratefully and her technique improved dramatically. And I got a 
major charge out of watching the beautiful girls hover over my 
erection, with Gina whispering quiet encouragement as Kendall 
sucked me.

I warned Kendall when I was ready to come, but she kept on 
sucking. When the first blast of semen hit the back of her 
throat, she pulled back suddenly. With a cry of surprise, Gina 
watched as the next spurt arced into the air. Then she fastened 
her lips around my shaft and swallowed until I stopped spurting. 
Kendall's mouth hung open for a moment. Although it was too dark 
for me to see, I was sure she was holding my come on her tongue. 
Slowly, she closed her mouth and then swallowed. For a moment, 
she looked like she was thinking about the taste. Then she 
realized I was watching her and she smiled shyly.

Since neither of the girls had come yet, I had Kendall move into 
a sixty-nine. While I teased her with my lips and tongue, she 
sucked my cock back to life. She took her time and tried to take 
long, gentle strokes. She could only get a couple of inches into 
her mouth, but that was fine by me. I continued nuzzling her 
pussy, intent on making her come. As her orgasm approached, she 
let my erection slip from her lips and began writhing with 
pleasure. I locked my lips over her clit and started moving my 
tongue in circles around it. In a few short moments, she 
shuddered with the force of her orgasm.

When she finally regained enough strength to move, she slid off 
me and smiled drunkenly. I pulled her up and kissed her. At 
first, she recoiled from the taste of her pussy on my lips and 
cheeks, but she eventually returned the kiss. While I was kissing 
Kendall, Gina straddled me and quickly sank onto my erection. She 
rocked back and forth until I felt her internal muscles begin to 
contract. Kendall watched as I ran my hands up Gina's torso and 
cupped her breasts. When Gina came, she cried out softly, arching 
her back and holding my hands in place.

As her orgasm subsided, she looked down at me and smiled. I moved 
my hands to her hips as she started rocking back and forth. When 
she felt me squirting inside her, she sighed again and gifted us 
with a sated, heavy-lidded smile.

-----

We made sure to wash up before Gina's parents and Kara returned. 
When they did, we were all sitting on the couch, close but not 
too close. Even though they probably knew what we were up to, we 
didn't want to be too obvious about it. Chris and Elizabeth were 
still laughing and talking about the movie, but Kara grinned when 
she saw us. Gina and I merely smiled in reply, but Kendall 
blushed and looked away.

It was getting late, so Gina, Kendall, and I walked out to the 
porch to say our goodbyes. Kendall and Gina shared a long look as 
they smiled at one another. I kissed Gina goodnight and then 
opened the umbrella to escort Kendall to her camper. It had 
become colder still, but the rain had turned into a heavy, 
clinging mist. Before we reached Kendall's Winnebago, she stopped 
and turned to face me.

"I'm sorry about tonight," she said, her voice timorous.

"About what?" I asked.

"About hurting you... when... when I was giving you a blowjob."

I stepped closer and put my arm around her. "It just takes 
practice," I said soothingly. "You did fine."

She nodded, and then laughed softly. "There's a big difference 
between reading about it and actually doing it."

"Mmm hmm." Although I wondered where she'd read about how to give 
head.

"I didn't know how soft you'd be, or how sensitive."

With a shock, I realized that she was talking like it had been 
her first time giving head. "It _is_ soft and sensitive," I said 
quickly, covering my surprise.

"I know. Well, _now_ I know. I thought it would be harder. Your 
dick, I mean."

I almost laughed out loud. "It was hard enough," I said.

She nodded quickly. "I just didn't think the skin would be so 
soft. And..." She quickly lowered her eyes.

"What?"

"It didn't taste like I thought it would."

"Oh?"

She shook her head. "Some of the girls at school would talk about 
how their boyfriends' dicks tasted great, or how they loved the 
taste. Stuff like that." Then she shrugged. "I couldn't really 
taste anything at all. I mean, maybe your dick was a little salty 
or something, but mostly it was just warm and soft, but hard 
underneath."

"Mmm hmm."

"I thought it would be hard on the outside too. I guess that's 
from some of the books I read. You know, 'His man missile was 
hard as steel as he thrust into her molten center.'"

I chuckled softly. "You've been reading the wrong books," I said.

"They're not _all_ the wrong books," she replied mischievously. 
"I knew what it would be like when you ejaculated... well... I've 
read about it. But it kinda surprised me. I didn't realize it 
would come out so hard."

I nodded. Once again, I wondered what kind of books she'd been 
reading.

"Next time, I'll try to swallow all your sem... um... I mean...
your... 
um..."

"All my come?"

She nodded gratefully.

"I'd like that. But do what you enjoy. If you like swallowing my 
come, do it. If you don't like it, don't do it. It's not like 
I've got a checklist for what has to happen before I'm 
satisfied." Her expression was priceless, and I nearly laughed 
out loud. "I mean, I just like being with you, and with Gina. Sex 
between us should make both of us happy. So we'll figure out what 
you like, and what you don't like. The things you like... we'll do 
those a lot," I said with a grin. "The things you don't like... we 
won't do those."

"I like when you were performing cunni... um... cunniling... um...
Sorry, 
I can spell it, but I don't know how it's pronounced."

I had no idea what she was trying to say, but I knew what she was 
talking about. "You mean when I was giving you head?"

She nodded enthusiastically, smiling as she did.

"I like that too. So we'll do more of that."

"And I thought I might taste bad or something," she said.

I quickly shook my head.

"I know. I could taste myself when you kissed me."

"That's why I kissed you."

"You're sneaky," she said. Then she looked at me searchingly and 
her eyes softened. Her lips moved toward mine, and we kissed for 
a several long moments. Standing in the cold, enshrouding mist, 
her body was incredibly warm and soft. When she pulled back, she 
looked at me seriously. "Thank you."

"For what?" I asked.

"For being you."

"Um... you're welcome?"

She nodded, and kissed me again, quickly. "I need to get home. I 
don't wanna get grounded."

"No kidding."

"I can't wait 'til tomorrow," she said. "I can't wait for you to 
make love to me." Then she kissed me quickly, longingly. "I wish 
we had time tonight."

"We'll have plenty of time tomorrow." I pulled her close and 
kissed her again, reveling in the feeling of her lush figure as 
it molded against mine. "I love you," I whispered.

"I... I love you too."

I walked her the rest of the way to her camper and got back to my 
cabin with scant moments to spare. Mom was just climbing into bed 
when I let the screen door shut gently behind me. I kissed her 
quickly, went to the bathroom, then climbed into bed. While I had 
a lot to think about, I wanted to get some sleep. We'd have to be 
up early to pack everything for the hike. I also hoped the storm 
would blow over, since we'd probably have to cancel the trip if 
it didn't.

Try as hard as I might, I couldn't fall asleep. Something kept 
nagging at the back of my brain. After a while, I realized that 
it was Kendall's inexperience. Little things she'd said or done 
were starting to fit into place. Things like the fact that she'd 
gone to an all-girl school and hadn't had a boyfriend. Or that 
she'd read about giving head, but had never done it. I could 
understand her inexperience, but it didn't quite synch with her 
attitude, or some of the other things she'd said. She tried to 
project confidence, but I was slowly coming to realize that she 
might be anything _but_ confident. Especially when it came to 
sex. As I drifted off to sleep, I resolved to take things one 
step at a time.

-----

Sometime during the night, I woke up. The wind and rain had 
picked up again, and I realized that the howling of the storm had 
woken me. I got up to get a drink of water and then climbed back 
into my bunk. I thought I'd have trouble going back to sleep, but 
I didn't. When I woke up in the morning, I didn't hear the sound 
of rain. The only sounds were birdsongs and the noises of the 
pine forest.

When I went outside, the morning air was crisp and clear, with 
not a cloud in the sky. Everything was still damp, and the ground 
was littered with storm-tossed branches, but the weather looked 
beautiful. It was already later than I'd wanted to wake up, so I 
decided to skip my morning workout. With a grin, I decided that 
I'd probably get _more_ than enough exercise for the day. I went 
inside to take a quick shower and then headed up the hill to 
Gina's cabin. When I lightly tapped on the screen door, Kara 
opened it with a smile.

"C'mon in," she said. "I'll tell Gina you're here. She's in the 
bathroom."

I stepped inside and waited.

Kara knocked softly on the bathroom door and then opened it. She 
stuck her head in, nodded, and then closed the door. "She's 
drying her hair," she said. Then she eyed the slightly open door 
to her parents' room. "Why don't we wait out on the porch, since 
it's such a beautiful morning."

I nodded. As we turned toward the door, Leah staggered sleepily 
out of her room, her hair tousled. She waved to me, saw the 
closed bathroom door, and then returned to the bedroom.

Once outside, Kara turned to me and smiled. "Did you all have fun 
last night?"

I tried to look innocent, but she wasn't buying it. "Yeah," I 
said at last. "We did."

"Do you think you can handle two girlfriends at once?" she asked.

I turned and regarded her frankly. Was this 'Kara the protective 
older sister' asking? Or was it 'Kara the woman who wanted to get 
laid' asking? Regardless, I couldn't be that blunt, so I settled 
on an open-ended question. (Thanks, Susan.) "Why do you ask?"

She laughed softly--and a little sheepishly--and looked down. 
"That's a good question." Then she chuckled again. "Last year, if 
I'd asked you that question, you'd've panicked."

I started to deny it, but realized she was right. "I'm a lot 
different than I was last year," I said instead.

"You are. And in lots of good ways." Then she turned serious. 
"Just make sure you take care of Gina."

I nodded. "I will."

"When she gets excited about something, that's all she wants to 
do. Sometimes she doesn't think about the consequences, for 
herself or others." Then she turned and gazed at me seriously. 
"She told me about how you talked to Kendall."

"And?"

"You're a good guy, Paul. And I know you love Gina. But watch out 
for her, protect her. Being in love isn't new for her, but all 
the physical aspects _are_. She might get carried away."

"I understand."

She regarded me coolly for a moment or two and then nodded. Then 
she turned to look out over the forest. "I don't know if you do 
understand," she said calmly. "Yet. But I think you'll try."

"Isn't that all that matters?"

She looked at me out of the corner of her eye and grinned. 
"Probably." Then she turned toward me and laid her hand over 
mine. It was a friendly gesture, not devious or scheming, and 
definitely not a come-on. "I want to ask Gina about joining you 
two sometime. Is that okay?"

"I don't have a problem with it."

She nodded. "I didn't think you would. You... you don't feel the 
same way about me that you do about Gina."

"I _like_ you," I said. "But you're right. With you, it's just 
sex."

She leaned toward me and grinned as she said, "But it's pretty 
_good_ sex."

A smile split my face as I nodded.

Behind us, the screen door opened. Kara and I turned. As we did, 
her hand naturally left mine.

Gina beamed at me. "_Good_ morning, o' man who makes my heart go 
pitter-pat."

Kara and I looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

Gina was in too good a mood for our laughter to dampen it. She 
handed me a large, fluffy towel and a small bag of things. Then 
she looped her arm through mine and we started down the steps.

"Seeya, Kara," I said over my shoulder.

Gina echoed my words and then hugged herself against my arm.

"Let's stop at my cabin," I said, "so I can pick up my stuff and 
grab the backpack. Then we'll stop by Kendall's camper, find 
Manfred and Jenny, and while you girls are making lunch, Manfred 
and I will pack. Okay?"

"Sounds good to me, pitter-pat man," she said light-heartedly.

-----

Before we even got to her camper, we met Kendall coming up the 
hill. As soon as she saw us, she waved and ran toward us. (Large, 
firm breasts are beautiful things to see in motion!) She 
explained that the shower in the Winnebago was too small, and she 
liked to use the one in the clubhouse.

"Besides," she added, "I can take long, hot showers in the 
clubhouse, especially early in the morning."

"That _is_ nice," Gina said. "If one of us takes a really hot 
shower, the rest of us get grumpy."

We chatted as we walked back up the hill toward the Winnebago. 
Once we got there,  Kendall put on her hiking boots, handed her 
towel and other things to me, and then said goodbye to her 
parents. Her mom even smiled at me as she waved goodbye. I guess 
she was happy to see Kendall taking an interest in a guy. _Little 
did she know,_ I thought with a mental grin.

Manfred and Jenny were waiting for us at the clubhouse. Gina, 
Kendall, and Jenny moved toward the kitchen area while Manfred 
and I started organizing our gear. When he looked around 
furtively and then leaned toward me, I put the backpack on the 
table and paid attention to him.

"Dude, you know, thanks for telling me about Jenny worrying and 
all," he said.

"You're welcome."

"And I kinda took your advice. I mean, I was probably gonna do it 
anyway, you know, but Jenny and I had a long talk."

"Oh?"

He nodded, blushing. "You know, about _stuff_. Anyway, I told her 
I knew she sometimes worried about our relationship. Sorry, dude, 
I didn't tell her you told me about that. I hope you don't mind. 
You know how it is."

"Yeah, Manfred," I said with a soft laugh. "I know how it is."

"Yeah, well. I also told her about some of the other stuff you 
mentioned, about her getting upset or scared and all." He laughed 
deep in his chest. "She was pretty freaked out that I knew about 
it."

I nodded.

"Anyway, I told her I'd never made a move on Kendall, and I 
wasn't gonna."

"What'd she say?"

"She said she wasn't worried about Kendall, but I could tell she 
was kinda lying."

"Yeah."

"But for the past couple of days, I paid a lot of attention to 
her. Jenny, I mean."

"Yeah, Stick," I said, "I know."

"That helped a lot. And thanks for hangin' out with Kendall, so 
me and Jenny could have some time to ourselves," he said 
earnestly.

"No problem," I said with an almost straight face.

"Yeah, but I appreciate it. Even though Gina must be jealous with 
Kendall around all the time."

I shook my head. "Not really. They get along really well." _You 
don't know the half of it, my friend._

"Really? Yeah. Well. Whatever. Anyway, thanks for the advice and 
all. I mean, I was probably gonna talk to her anyway, but it's 
nice to have a second opinion, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, Stick. I know what you mean," I said, without a trace of 
irony.

After that, we got serious about stowing our gear. I took a look 
at all I had to pack and then mentally arranged it. Once I'd 
figured out where I wanted to put everything, I started cramming 
things into the sturdy backpack. The heavy inflatable raft went 
on the bottom, followed by towels, suntan oil, combs, and Gina's 
bag of soap, shampoo, and sundries. Manfred's pack was full of 
similar things for Jenny and him.

In the kitchen, Kendall had cooked breakfast while Gina and Jenny 
made lunch. Gina and Jenny helped us pack the food in our 
backpacks as Kendall was putting the final touches on a platter 
full of ham and egg sandwiches. We actually sat down to eat 
breakfast, but we were quick about it, since everyone was pretty 
excited about the trip. Manfred and I demolished three sandwiches 
apiece and the girls had one each. While they cleaned up the 
dishes, Manfred and I shouldered our packs. Once we were all 
ready, we headed down the hill.

Gina, Kendall, and I grinned at each other as we walked, and 
Manfred and Jenny held hands. All our parents knew we were going, 
of course, so we didn't even stop to say goodbye. I looked at my 
watch and realized it was only seven forty-five. We were getting 
a little bit of a late start, but we'd have plenty of time at the 
quarry. More than enough time to swim, bask in the sun, and do... 
anything else we wanted to. With a grin, I picked up the pace. 
Not surprisingly, no one complained.

-----

Author's Note: I will be on vacation next week, so there will be 
no new chapter on July 7. Weekly chapter postings will resume on 
July 14, with Chapter 23.

-----

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

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}|
|Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org>      |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+