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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 24
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, safe
Revision: 1.0
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                       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 
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Sunday morning, I woke up late and reveled in the fact that I 
didn't have to get up and work out. I really liked lifting, but I 
also liked being lazy once in a while. Gina, Kara, and I chatted 
while our families ate breakfast together. Kendall joined us 
after she'd eaten with her family.

Wonder of wonders, I also noticed that Mom was wearing bikini 
bottoms. Maybe I _was_ paying more attention. I guess I was still 
enjoying the newness of understanding a little bit about how 
women's bodies worked. Whatever the reason, I was proud of myself 
for noticing.

After breakfast, Jenny's family went off to load their car. 
Manfred went to help them. Kara headed down to the lake, and 
Gina, Kendall, and I decided to hang out in the clubhouse. The 
weather was once again balmy and beautiful, but we felt like 
lounging indoors for a change.

When the Jordans were ready to leave--they had a long drive back 
to Atlanta--they came down to the clubhouse to say goodbye. Susan 
was on hand, as were Mom and Erin. Dwight and Karen Delozier were 
planning to leave later in the day, but they came to the 
clubhouse to bid farewell to John, Jessica, and family. Drew was 
there too, paying too much attention to Jill. Not surprisingly, 
she seemed to revel in it. Compared to them, Manfred and Jenny 
were practically Victorian.

As Jenny hugged me goodbye, she whispered in my ear, "Call me 
when you get back to Atlanta." Then she slipped a folded piece of 
paper into my hand.

I hastily palmed it, hiding it from anyone who might have seen. 
My mind raced. Instead of answering her, I simply smiled as 
graciously as I could. Then Jenny hugged Gina. I marveled at how 
she could practically proposition me one moment and then hug my 
girlfriend the next. Much to our surprise, Jenny hugged Kendall 
as well.

Jill and Trish said goodbye, although Trish was a little 
diffident. I noticed that Erin and Leah did _not_ exchange warm 
farewells with Jill. Their goodbyes were perfunctory, and nothing 
more. It seemed that in the battle for Drew, Jill had won. The 
other girls (including Trish) didn't seem all that happy about 
it. Since Erin and Leah seemed to want nothing to do with him, I 
wondered what he'd do now that both Jill and Trish were leaving.

After we all said goodbye, the Jordans got into their car and 
drove off. Manfred, of course, moped. He seemed like he needed 
the company, so we invited him to join us. His family didn't have 
a long drive home, so they weren't leaving until after lunch. 
Goofy as he sometimes was, Manfred _was_ one of my best friends 
and I'd definitely miss him. While the girls chatted with each 
other, he and I played a game of pool. It was desultory, but it 
took his mind off of Jenny.

The distraction helped, and for a while, he was his old, cheerful 
self. We talked about what he and Jenny were planning to do about 
their relationship after the summer. According to him, they were 
going to do what Gina and I had done the previous year: letters 
and phone calls. The year before, it had been mostly just summer 
fun. But when they got back together this year, things had become 
more serious. At least _he_ thought they had. (I'd obviously 
begun to have my doubts about how serious _Jenny_ really was.)

I liked Manfred, and debated whether or not to tell him about 
what Jenny had done. I didn't want to ruin his image of her, but 
I also didn't want him pinning his hopes on a girl who was 
already after another guy. In the end, I decided to let nature 
take its course. I figured that he and Jenny would drift apart as 
the year progressed. At least, I hoped that's what would happen. 
If they got back together the following summer, so much the 
better. If not, then at least I wouldn't be responsible for 
shattering Manfred's image of her.

Shortly after lunch, I helped Manfred load his family's car. His 
parents worried over him, but I don't think there was anything 
they could've done to make him feel better. I definitely 
remembered how _I'd_ felt after Gina left, the summer before. 
Manfred shook my hand when they were ready to go. Instead of 
leaving it at that, I pulled him into a bear hug. At first, his 
I'm Not A Fag reaction kicked in, but he quickly overcame it and 
slapped my back in the age-old ritual of two straight guys saying 
goodbye. I think the object must be to inflict pain on the other 
guy--another I'm Not A Fag gesture. Then he got in the car and we 
waved goodbye as his family drove up the hill.

The Deloziers were ready to leave about an hour later. Stan and 
Terri Dunbar were there to see them off. Erin and Leah said 
goodbye to Trish, and they all three pretty much ignored Drew. I 
shook Dwight's hand and promised to help him with the Fourth of 
July barbeque the following year. I solemnly shook Jonathan's 
hand and told him we'd be a team for next year's barbeque. Much 
to my surprise, Karen Delozier gave me a big hug and grinned as 
she surreptitiously glanced at my dick. I grinned in reply and 
she winked at me. (Instead of being overtly sexual, her glance 
was like a private joke we shared.) Mom, Susan, and the Coulters 
bid them farewell and then they got in their car and drove off.

The camp was emptying of people I knew well, and was full of 
people I didn't know so well. With everyone leaving, Gina, 
Kendall, and I shared several knowing looks. We knew we'd have to 
talk about what would happen after the summer, but none of us 
wanted to.

-----

A little while later, Susan came down to the lake, clad in her 
usual bikini bottoms. She stopped by where Gina, Kendall, Kara, 
and I were sunning ourselves.

"Paul, do you think you could come by later today and look at my 
yard. There's a lot of storm debris that I'd like to clean up. 
It's nothing major, a couple hours of work, but I'll pay you for 
it."

I shrugged. "You don't have to pay me," I said. "As long as you 
let _me_ lift the heavy branches. I know you like to help, but 
you and pine branches are a dangerous combination."

Much to Gina and Kendall's mild consternation, Susan and I 
laughed at our shared joke.

"See if I fix _you_ peas again," she said tartly.

That set us both to laughing again.

"When would you like me to come by?" I asked, once we'd regained 
our composure.

"Anytime this afternoon," she said.

"Would you like some help cleaning up?" Gina asked me.

"Sure," I quickly replied. Then I looked to Kendall.

"I go where my man goes," she said. Then she grinned guiltily 
when she realized what she'd let slip in front of Susan.

Gina and I grinned as well, but for a different reason. The 
likelihood of Susan _not_ knowing about the three of us was 
practically nonexistent. I didn't know how we'd do it, but Gina 
and I needed to discreetly tell Kendall a little more of our 
background, especially where Susan was involved.

We quickly decided that I'd go take a look at Susan's house and 
yard after dinner. Then we'd do the work the following morning. 
Susan offered to fix us breakfast, and we readily accepted.

"Breakfast won't be anything _special_," she said, looking 
pointedly at me, "but I'm sure I can whip up something you'll 
enjoy."

I rolled my eyes at the audacity of mentioning our special 
breakfasts, but she shrugged it off with an impish grin.

"Okay," I said, trying to return the conversation to a more 
mundane tack. "I'll see you later this afternoon."

She nodded.

"And then we'll all be there first thing tomorrow morning."

"Be sure to fix a lot of food," Gina said with a grin. "Paul 
really likes a big breakfast."

"You know," Susan said to her seriously, deliberately _not_ 
looking at me, "I like a big breakfast too."

I nearly choked on my tongue at her double entendre. And I'll 
never know how Susan said it with a straight face.

After that, she went off to talk to my mom and Gina's parents. 
Kara was reading her book, so Gina, Kendall, and I decided to 
swim out to the raft and relax where we could have some privacy. 
Once there, we watched Drew try in vain to impress Erin and Leah.

"He's so transparent," Kendall said after a few minutes. "Now 
that the easy Jordan girls are gone, he's looking for his next 
score."

"Me-_ow!_" Gina said, making cat-clawing motions with her hand.

Kendall blushed. "Was it that bad?"

"Not really. I'm just teasing you."

"Sorry," Kendall said. "I guess I _did_ get a little catty."

"I do the same thing sometimes," Gina said with a shrug.

"Yeah, but I hate it when I do it. Anyway, let's change the 
subject."

"Let's," Gina agreed. "So... what do you wanna talk about?"

"I dunno."

"How about one of my _favorite_ things?"

"What's that?" Kendall asked.

Gina glanced slyly at me. "Paul," she said slowly, grinning.

"Mmmmm, one of _my_ favorite subjects too."

I'm sure I blushed appropriately.

"What should we talk about?" Gina asked, speaking to Kendall as 
if I weren't lying between them.

"Oh, I dunno," Kendall mused, also ignoring me.

Gina pretended to deliberate. "How about we talk about something 
we both enjoy?"

"And what would that be?" Kendall asked with faux innocence.

I knew where the conversation was headed as well as they did, and 
I felt my cheeks heat further.

"We could talk about his dick," Gina said, as if she'd just 
stumbled upon the idea.

"Hmmmm, we _could_. I've always enjoyed looking at it. And it's 
even more fun to feel."

"Um, girls," I asked plaintively, "do we _have_ to talk about 
this?"

"You don't like us talking about your penis?" Gina asked sweetly.

"Your dick?" Kendall added.

"Your cock."

"Tallywhacker."

"Johnson," Gina said.

"John Thomas."

"Weenie."

"Hose."

"Trouser snake."

"Mr. Wiggly."

The girls went back and forth, much to my chagrin and their 
growing amusement: rod, dong, tool, meat, tube steak, pole, pipe, 
prick, pecker, salami, schlong, one-eyed monster, skin flute, and 
so on. I think they spent several minutes trying to top each 
other. I never realized there were so many words for _dick_. When 
Kendall called it the "heat-seeking moisture missile," Gina lost 
it. The two of them laughed so hard I hoped their sides hurt. It 
_was_ funny, though, and I couldn't help but laugh along with 
them. When we all finally calmed down, I shook my head in wonder.

"You two realize that I'm going to have to lie on my stomach for 
the next twenty or thirty minutes," I said.

"Why's that?" Kendall asked innocently. Then she winked at Gina.

"Yes," Gina said. "Why _is_ that?"

"You know why," I replied evenly.

"Are you hard?"

"Stiff?"

"Erect?"

"At attention?"

"Sporting a woody?"

That produced _another_ round of giggling. It was hard to stay 
mad at them when they were having so much fun.

"Ah," Kendall sighed. "I never knew talking about a guy's 
equipment could be so much fun."

Gina nodded. "Almost as much fun as looking at it."

"Oh, I do that all the time."

"Mmm hmm. Next topic of conversation: why we like Paul's, ahem, 
equipment so much."

"Because he lets us play with it?" Kendall asked artfully.

"Mmm hmm. And he lets us suck it."

"And stroke it."

"It's full of warm, creamy goodness," Gina said, sounding like a 
television commercial.

"Ooooh, this sounds like a good topic," Kendall said.

Then they launched into a discussion of my dick and its relative 
merits. Listening to them casually discuss it certainly didn't do 
anything to ease my condition, especially when they kept 
discussing things they liked about it. They even compared it to 
the other guys in camp.

"How about Dwight?" Gina asked.

"Too big. The same with Kevin Nolan. I couldn't take anything 
_that_ size."

Gina shook her head. "Me either. Paul is about the perfect size. 
But the big ones are fun to look at."

"Uh-huh."

"Paul's dad's got a pretty nice-looking dick," Gina said. "It's 
thick too, but sorry, Paul, I think it's longer than yours."

"You've never complained," I said.

She quickly shook her head. "I think his is thinner, though. I 
still like yours better."

"It's good genetics," Kendall said. "Nice dicks obviously run in 
the family. Okay, how about Manfred?"

Gina shuddered playfully. "His dick's too skinny. And I know 
Manfred too well. Uh-uh. What about Drew?"

Kendall shrugged. "He's my brother."

"Yeah, but he's kinda cute."

"You don't have to live with him," Kendall said.

"But he's got a nice dick."

"Gina! He's my _brother_."

"Yeah."

"Besides," Kendall said with a grin, "I still like Paul's better 
than Drew's. Paul's is thicker, and longer too."

"You've seen Drew with a hard-on?"

Kendall nodded. "Sure. It's okay, I guess, but nothing special. 
Like I said, too thin. Anyway, let's talk about a different guy."

"Okay. Who?"

"Stan Dunbar. He's got a nice dick."

"Yeah, but it's a little too veiny for my taste," Gina said.

"How do you know what his tastes like?" Kendall asked playfully.

Gina merely rolled her eyes. "Manfred's dad's is cute too. 
Although it's too skinny as well."

"Yeah," Kendall said, nodding. "Genetics."

"How about Jenny's dad? He's got a nice dick."

"Yeah, he does. Good size, good shape, good length. I give it two 
thumbs up."

"Wouldn't that be 'two nipples up'?" Gina asked, grinning 
shamelessly.

With that, they started giggling again. I merely shook my head, 
half in good-natured dismay and half in amusement. I'm glad they 
liked my dick, but I never realized they paid so much attention 
to _other_ guys' dicks as well.

When they stopped giggling, they started talking about some of 
the men none of us knew very well. They discreetly pointed to 
where a large group of people were sunbathing on the shore of the 
lake and discussed the merits of each guy's manhood. Some of them 
they didn't like: too stubby, too thin, it bends to the side, 
weird looking, etc.. Others, they did like: good thickness, good 
length, nicely shaped head, etc. They did wish they could see 
them erect, however, since it's difficult to really appreciate a 
guy's dick unless it's hard (according to them).

The whole time they talked, I was almost painfully erect. I'm 
sure they were having fun, but I was also convinced that about 
half the reason for the current topic of conversation was to keep 
me aroused. It probably excited the two of them as well, which is 
why they were being so imaginative.

The conversation ultimately turned to the finer points of 
fellatio. Evidently, Kendall had done a _lot_ of reading on the 
subject, so she was able to contribute quite a bit to the 
discussion. With her book knowledge and Gina's empirical 
knowledge, they ended up having a lengthy discussion. My erection 
seemed to throb with a mind of its own, with no relief in sight.

"Okay," I said at last, interrupting a minor debate over friction 
versus suction. "If you two keep this up, I'm going to make a 
scene."

"Why, whatever do you mean?" Gina asked, blinking innocently.

I growled at her.

"I think he's excited," Kendall said.

"Horny."

"Randy."

"Hot to trot!"

"Okay, you two," I said with good-natured menace, "you asked for 
it."

I quickly rose to my knees and then crouched with my back to the 
sunbathers, hoping to hide my jutting erection. In a flash, I 
scooped up Gina and tossed her over the side of the raft. Kendall 
squealed and tried to get away, but I caught her ankle and pulled 
her toward me. She squirmed and resisted, but I threw her over 
the side as well. Before the splash had died down, I launched 
myself over them and arced into the water. The shock of the cold 
water did nothing to abate my hard-on.

The girls were sputtering, laughing, and trying to keep me away 
by splashing water at me. They backed toward the shallow end of 
the lake, but I waded after them, undeterred. I caught Kendall 
first. She struggled, but I was far stronger than her. I picked 
her up and tossed her toward the deeper part of the lake. Gina 
splashed me vigorously and tried to get away, but I caught her as 
well. She soon followed Kendall, gracelessly flying through the 
air as I heaved her upward.

Then I swam toward them and captured Gina before she could get 
her bearings. I slung her over my left shoulder, her ass in the 
air. I gave her a playful swat for good measure and then waded 
toward Kendall. The water was just above my waist, so I could 
still move pretty quickly. When I reached her, I bent and caught 
her around the waist. I easily lifted her onto my right shoulder.

With two laughing, squealing girls over my shoulders, every eye 
on the shore was watching us, most of them chuckling. The girls 
tried to wriggle free as I waded into deeper water, but I held on 
tight. When the water was up to my chest, I flexed my legs and 
tossed the girls. Their laughing screams of outrage were 
incredibly rewarding. When they surfaced, I tried to look unfazed 
by their giggles.

"Had enough?" I asked.

"We surrender!" Kendall said, although it was clear she was only 
playing along.

"Don't manhandle us," Gina said facetiously, laughing.

"_Please_ don't throw us in the briar patch, Brer Paul."

I stepped close to them so my voice wouldn't carry. "Well, I was 
all ready to go somewhere and have a little fun." I shrugged. 
"But since you're not interested, I guess I'll just go somewhere 
by myself and jerk off."

"Hold on a second," Gina said quickly.

"Unnnnh," Kendall whined at the same time.

"So you _are_ interested?" I asked.

"Let's get our towels," Gina said.

Kendall quickly nodded her agreement.

We gathered up our things and headed up the hill. My dick wasn't 
exactly hard, but it certainly wasn't soft either. I tried to 
keep moving, so no one could get a good look and realize I was 
semi-erect.

Since both Mom and Erin were at the lake, we knew my cabin would 
be deserted. When we got there, I actually _did_ jerk off, if 
only a little. I quickly had a lot of help. The day before, we 
hadn't had time for the blowjob lesson, so Kendall wanted it now. 
Gina was more than happy to oblige. I flopped down on the couch 
and avidly watched as the girls moved between my wide-spread 
legs. They teased me a little, rehashing their conversation about 
how to give a good blowjob, instead of actually doing it. But 
enough of the discussion involved some lips-on instruction, so I 
was happy.

Gina demonstrated and then Kendall imitated her. Neither of them 
could take more than half my dick, but that didn't matter, since 
they concentrated on the sensitive glans. Finally, Kendall said 
she wanted to swallow my come. Gina grinned unabashedly and moved 
aside. With all the playing around and instruction, I was already 
very close.

Watching Kendall pull her hair back and tuck it behind her ears 
in preparation only made me more eager. When she finally started 
taking long, slow strokes, with lots of tongue, I almost grabbed 
her head and forced her down. With one hand, she leisurely jerked 
me off while she sucked me. With the other, she cupped my balls 
and pressed her fingers against the area immediately beneath 
them.

"Get ready," Gina said, sensing how close I was. "When he comes, 
he shoots a lot, and the first couple of spurts are usually 
pretty strong."

Without taking her lips off my straining erection, Kendall 
nodded. Gina looked at me and smiled. She must've been in heaven 
watching Kendall suck me off. When I felt the first rush of 
orgasm, my legs and buttocks tensed up.

"He's gonna come," Gina warned. "Get ready to swallow."

Kendall locked her lips around my shaft, just below the crown, 
and started stroking me (just like I'd shown her the day before). 
Then she did something unexpected--she pressed her fingers 
against the spot under my scrotum.

It felt like she'd detonated a bomb inside my groin! Wild lances 
of pure pleasure speared through my body and a flash erupted 
behind my eyeballs. I cried out wordlessly and arched my back, 
every muscle going taut. Great, huge, gushing torrents of sperm 
shot from my dick and flooded Kendall's mouth. I vaguely recall 
hearing her cry out in surprise and excitement. My eyes clamped 
shut and my senses closed off, one by one, as my orgasm 
overpowered them.

When the room finally stopped spinning, Kendall was coughing. I 
opened my eyes and looked down my torso. Her eyes were watering 
and she had a very surprised look on her face. Rivulets of come 
ran down her chin, where they had ultimately dripped onto her 
upper chest.

Gina was staring at her in amazement. "I don't think he's ever 
come that hard before," she said, stunned.

Kendall coughed again. "Wow!"

"What did you _do?_" Gina asked.

Kendall swallowed and then smiled bashfully. "Something I read 
about." She looked at me in amazement. "But I had no _idea_..."

"What was it?" Gina asked excitedly.

"I read that when a guy has an orgasm, it feels even better if 
you massage his prostate."

"Show me," Gina practically demanded.

I merely watched as Kendall showed Gina how to put pressure on 
the spot under my balls--my prostate, evidently. They excitedly 
discussed the possibilities while I lay there, feeling like I'd 
just lost a ten-minute wrestling match with Emmett Carstairs (the 
arrogant prick). According to Kendall, it felt even better if the 
girl stuck her finger in the guy's ass. Fortunately, none of us 
were really enthusiastic about _that_ idea!

Eventually, Gina noticed that Kendall still had come on her chin 
and chest. I could see that Gina clearly wanted to help the other 
girl clean it off, with her tongue, most likely, but she 
restrained herself. Instead, she fetched a wet, warm washcloth 
from the bathroom. Kendall's relieved expression prompted Gina to 
smile warmly in understanding. After she cleaned her face and 
breasts, Kendall gently washed me off. My dick was completely 
limp, and she lovingly moved it around as she wiped me clean.

Both girls had gotten worked up while they'd been sucking me off, 
but I was in no condition to have sex with either of them. 
Instead, I decided to get creative. While I sat on the floor with 
my back to the couch, I had Gina kneel on the couch, over my 
face. I licked and sucked her pussy until I had her juices on my 
cheeks and chin. Then I had her switch places with Kendall, who I 
gave the same treatment. While I was licking Kendall's hooded 
pink clit, Gina knelt between my legs and sucked me back to life.

When I was hard enough, I had both girls kneel on the couch, 
facing the window. I stood behind them and played with their 
pussies. When they were both moaning softly, I moved behind 
Kendall and entered her. I had to take my time and slowly work my 
dick into her pussy, but she took it all, flinching only once. 
Then I gripped the flare of her hips and began gently thrusting. 
While I slid my cock in and out of her, I reached over to finger 
Gina's pussy.

After several minutes of fucking Kendall, I pulled out. She 
groaned and glanced at Gina enviously. Then I stepped behind Gina 
and thrust into her with more force than I'd used with Kendall. 
While I was pumping into her, I played with Kendall's pussy.

I switched back and forth several more times, fucking each girl 
for a few minutes before moving to the other. Gina came first, 
heaving and shuddering as I pounded into her. When she collapsed 
on the couch, I moved behind Kendall. As I thrust into her, I 
reached around and played with her swaying breasts. I rolled and 
pulled on her nipples, which finally sent her over the edge. As I 
recognized the first twinges of her orgasm, I thrust into her one 
final time, burying my dick to the root. Her already tight pussy 
fluttered and contracted around it. When she came, she was nearly 
silent, trembling and panting as her orgasm suffused her with 
pleasure.

I still hadn't come yet, so I pulled out and gently lowered 
Kendall to the couch. Then I offered my slick cock to Gina. She 
eagerly licked it clean and then wrapped her lips around the 
shaft. Kendall watched with hooded eyes as Gina finished me off, 
swallowing as I squirted into her mouth. Belatedly, she 
remembered to try pressing against my prostate, but I'd mostly 
finished coming by then.

Afterward, we all cleaned up in the bathroom. Once we were 
presentable again, we went back down to the lake as if we hadn't 
been Up To Something. Completely sated, we spent the rest of the 
afternoon dozing on our lounge chairs.

-----

After dinner, I stopped by Susan's house to look at the storm 
damage. As she had said, it was limited to fallen branches. I 
surveyed things while we walked together and talked about some of 
the new families at camp.

We continued our conversation inside, the topic changing to the 
difficulties of sharing me. I know she wanted some time with me, 
but adding Kendall to the relationship had complicated things. A 
lot. The complications were worth it, but they were still a 
factor.

If I wanted to treat Kendall as Gina's equal, then the "rules" 
that Gina and I had established would also hold for my 
relationship with Kendall. That meant I wouldn't go behind her 
back and have sex with someone else, someone outside our 
relationship. Someone like Susan.

Susan, of course, understood completely. We sat on the couch just 
talking about it for a while. I had my arm around her, and she 
was simply enjoying my company. But I could tell that she wanted 
more. I wanted more as well. I certainly missed our 
conversations, but I also missed the sex. We talked about it for 
a few minutes, more wishful thinking than anything else. 
Underlying everything, though, was Susan's love for me and her 
desire for my happiness. So she eventually returned the 
conversation to me and my relationship with Gina and Kendall.

"How _are_ things going with Kendall?" she asked.

"Good, actually. A lot better than I thought they might."

"Oh?"

I told her about the previous day, in broad strokes. Once again, 
she simply let me tell the story my own way, without any 
interruptions. I mentioned that Gina and Kendall had worked 
things out so Kendall and I could be alone together. Then I told 
her about Kendall misleading me about her virginity, and how her 
first time had been painful. I told her about Kendall and Gina 
having sex. It was mostly one-way sex, but it was more than Gina 
or I (or Susan) had expected. I also told her about Kendall not 
being on the pill, and the fact that I needed to get some 
rubbers. Finally, I talked about how Kendall had mostly accepted 
the three-way relationship we had. When I was done, Susan looked 
at me seriously.

"It sounds like Kendall has a very open mind," she said.

I nodded.

"Do you think she'd understand about the two of us?" she asked.

"I honestly don't know."

"Gina knew about her own parents' lifestyle before she found out 
about you and me. And while Kendall may know your parents are 
swingers, there's a big difference between knowing and 
understanding."

"Yeah. Gina _has_ had a lot more time to get used to it." I 
laughed, short and sharp. "_I've_ had more time to get used to 
it. I might not've known about my parents' swinging before a few 
weeks ago, but it didn't take me long to adjust."

She nodded in agreement, but then turned thoughtful. "Kendall 
knew about you having sex with both Gina and Kara, right?"

"Yeah. Although I think she figured it out before we told her."

She sighed pensively and shook her head. "I just don't know her 
or her family well enough."

"Well, she reads a lot. And like you said, she seems to be pretty 
open-minded."

"But how do you think she'd react if she knew about you and me 
having sex? Would she accept the fact that I'm not a threat to 
her relationship with you? Would she even accept the fact that 
I'm old enough to be your mother, yet we have sex? In other 
words, would our age difference be a problem for her?"

It was my turn to shake my head. "I don't know." Then I snapped 
my fingers. "Wait a minute! Today! She and Gina were talking 
about the guys in camp."

"And?"

I blushed. "Well, they were kinda talking about their dicks."

"I see," she said with a wry grin.

"Yeah, they were teasing me. But anyway, they were talking about 
the men too."

"Talking about? How?"

"Well," I said, "they were talking about their dicks, as I said, 
and whether or not they liked them. She didn't seem to be turned 
off by the fact that they were grown-up men."

She nodded thoughtfully. "So, she might not be shocked by an 
older man and a younger woman, such as herself. Which means she 
might not be shocked by you and me. But that's a big 'might.'"

"No kidding."

"And she might still be territorial."

"Territorial?" I asked, a little confused.

"She might not like _anyone_ having sex with you, unless it's 
Gina, regardless of age."

"Oh." Then I shook my head. "I don't think she'd be territorial. 
I don't know why, but..." I shrugged. "I mean, she never saw 
Jenny as a threat. Do you think I should talk to her? About you 
and me, I mean."

She shrugged again.

I wasn't used to seeing Susan not know what to do. In one way, it 
was understandable, and it made her more human. But in another 
way, it was frustrating, because I'd become accustomed to her 
good advice.

"I think I'm going to trust your judgment on that. You and Gina 
can talk it over. And if you think Kendall will understand about 
you and me, then you can tell her. I'll trust your judgment about 
her discretion."

"Okay. I'll talk to Gina about it."

"Okay," she said, smiling warmly. "But before you go, there's one 
other thing I wanted to talk to you about."

"Sure."

"Stacy called today. Last Friday was her final day with my 
accountant, so she has the next week off. She wanted to take a 
little vacation before she has to move."

"That sounds like a good idea."

"Mmm hmm. She wanted to come here for a few days."

"Oh," I said cautiously. If she wanted to have sex with me, it 
could cause some major complications. _On top of_ the 
complications I already had, that is.

"Mmm hmm. I think you see the potential for problems. Did you 
think about how Kendall affects things?"

"Huh?"

"Stacy thought she was giving you up for Gina, and _only_ Gina. 
If she finds out you're also involved with Kendall, she might 
wonder why you couldn't be involved with her as well. I think it 
would hurt her feelings."

"I hadn't even thought about that," I said with mild horror.

"Mmm hmm. Stacy isn't over you," she said. "I don't think she 
ever will be. She'll always love you. But I think she's starting 
to move on. She understands that you two are in different places 
in your lives--she's going to college, you'll be going home to 
high school. But it'll be a tough transition for her. And knowing 
that you have not one but _two_ girlfriends would hurt her very 
badly, especially since she wouldn't be one of them."

"Yeah."

"So maybe it would be best if you didn't mention Kendall to her."

I nodded emphatically.

"Just be circumspect, and respect her feelings."

"I will. I promise."

"I know you will. Now, you'd better head back, before your girls 
miss you," she said with an impudent grin.

With that, we headed toward the kitchen door. When I got back to 
the clubhouse, I found Gina, Kendall, and Kara talking on one of 
the couches. As I joined them, the two younger girls looked up 
expectantly. I explained that the cleanup shouldn't be any 
problem, and would probably only take a couple of hours. After 
that, we decided to play Scrabble. I did better than the night 
before, but the best I could manage was second place in one of 
the games. I did learn a lot of new words, however, which is 
good. I guess.

-----

The next morning, the three of us met up at my cabin before 
heading to Susan's house. I finished my workout, quickly 
showered, and then we headed down the hill. Once there, Susan let 
us into the kitchen. To my surprise, she didn't have her bikini 
bottoms on. Kendall tried not to stare at Susan's smooth pussy, 
but she obviously couldn't help herself.

"Paul already knows about my... bare necessities," Susan said to 
Kendall with a wry grin, indicating her nether lips. "And since 
the rest of us are girls, I didn't see the need to wear my 
bottoms."

"I always wondered about that," Kendall said. Then she grew 
fascinated. "You shave it?"

"Every day," Susan said brightly.

"Doesn't it itch?"

"Not if I shave regularly."

"Oh," Kendall said. She looked thoughtful for a second. Then she 
turned to me with a look of sudden understanding. For a moment, 
she looked like she wanted to ask me a question, but she 
evidently changed her mind.

"You don't mind," Susan asked, "do you?"

Kendall quickly shook her head. "Not at all."

"Thanks," Susan said warmly. "Now, let's get breakfast on the 
table."

During breakfast, Susan told the girls that they could drop the 
"Aunt" prefix and simply call her "Susan" like the rest of her 
friends did. I grinned as she worked her magic, easily charming 
Kendall (and Gina, to a lesser degree) with her poise, grace, and 
insightful intelligence. _God, I love smart women,_ I thought to 
myself. After we ate, we headed outside to get started. Susan had 
two pairs of leather work gloves and two pairs of softer 
gardening gloves.

"Kendall, I wanted to get some of these plants repotted. Would 
you mind helping me?" Susan asked.

"Not at all, Aunt... I mean, Susan."

While the two of them worked in and around the courtyard, Gina 
and I started clearing branches and dragging them to the burn 
pile behind the house. While I handled the bigger branches, Gina 
collected smaller ones and errant pinecones. Once we were safely 
out of earshot, she asked what was going on with Susan and 
Kendall. I quickly explained about the conversation from the day 
before.

"So Susan wants you to have sex with her?" Gina asked.

"Or us, if you'd like."

Her eyes lit up.

"You _do_ like, I see."

"Oh, my God, yes."

"But I'm not sure how Kendall would react."

She nodded thoughtfully.

"In some ways, you know her better than I do. Do you think she'd 
understand about me and Susan?"

She pondered the question for a few moments. But before she could 
answer, Susan's phone rang. Because she often worked outside, she 
had an outside ringer that she could turn on or off with a 
switch. The ringer was quite loud, and it startled us. When it 
stopped ringing--because Susan answered the phone, no doubt--we 
went back to work. A few minutes later, Susan walked around the 
corner of the house.

"Gina, go find your father, please. Tell him he had a long 
distance phone call, and I've got a message for him. It's not an 
emergency, but it's important business, so he needs to return the 
call."

"Okay," she said. "I'll be right back."

Ten minutes later, she returned from the direction of the lake, 
walking beside her father. Susan accompanied him inside as he 
went to use the phone. Gina, Kendall, and I exchanged curious 
looks and milled around the courtyard. When Gina's father came 
out, several minutes later, he looked a little excited.

"Gina," he said, "go find your mom. She's down at the lake. Tell 
her to meet me at the cabin. Okay?"

"What's going on, Dad?" she asked.

"I've got to go on a business trip, Princess," he said. "It's 
important."

"Where are you going?"

"To Atlanta," he said distractedly. "The... um... the station has an 
airline ticket waiting for me in Columbia."

"Is everything okay?" she asked.

He nodded. "It's fine. It's just a... last minute meeting. I didn't 
expect it, but it's a good thing. Now run along. Go get your mom. 
I've got to get ready to go."

Things were in a minor uproar after that. Gina fetched her mom 
and they went up the hill to their cabin. Kendall and I hung 
around Susan's house and got back to work. The women returned to 
the plants, while I went back to dragging fallen limbs to the 
burn pile.

Just as we were finishing, Gina came back. She quickly explained 
that her dad would return on Friday and that it wasn't an 
emergency. Her mom was going to drive him to Columbia and then 
pick him up when he returned. When we pressed her about why he 
had to go, especially so suddenly, she merely shrugged. 
Apparently, she didn't know any more than we did. We asked Susan 
what the call had been about, but she wouldn't tell us anything. 
We tried cajoling her, but she steadfastly refused to divulge any 
information, telling us it was Chris' business, and he'd tell us 
if he needed to.

When we finally gave up trying to wheedle information out of her, 
Susan went inside for a moment and then returned with towels and 
soap. We all washed off in the courtyard shower. I took the 
opportunity to play with the girls, teasing and covertly fondling 
them. Kendall looked scandalized at first, but she quickly 
realized that far from disapproving, Susan actually laughed along 
with us. She didn't join in, really, but she had fun watching my 
antics.

Afterward, she offered to take us to town for lunch and ice 
cream. She also whispered in my ear that it would be a good time 
to stop by the drugstore. For a moment, I wondered what she was 
talking about. When she pointedly looked at my penis, I 
immediately understood. Suddenly, I became very enthusiastic 
about a trip to town.

Kendall got permission from her parents while Gina told Kara and 
my mom about the trip. Since I was with Susan, Mom had no 
objections to my going. We quickly headed to our respective homes 
and got dressed. I made sure to pocket some of my hard-earned 
cash so I could buy rubbers.

The drive to town was a lot of fun. Susan let us pick the radio 
station, and we drove with the windows down, laughing and singing 
at the top of our lungs. Kendall rode up front, while Gina and I 
had the back seat to ourselves.

We had pizza for lunch and then went to the ice cream parlor for 
sundaes. Gina, Kendall, and I had this monstrous concoction that 
consisted of _seven_ scoops of ice cream, bananas, whipped cream, 
hot fudge, caramel sauce, nuts, and a cherry on top. Susan 
settled for a mint chocolate chip cone, and merely watched with 
amazement as the three of us devoured our gargantuan sundae.

Afterward, Susan said she had some things to buy at the 
drugstore. Gina, Kendall, and I looked at each other. Kendall's 
eyes lit up as she sensed the opportunity, and I tried not to 
chuckle at my foreknowledge. When we got inside, Susan quickly 
picked up a basket and went off by herself.

I'm almost ashamed to admit that I'd never bought rubbers before. 
Consequently, I had _no_ idea where to look for them. Gina and 
Kendall were equally in the dark, so we started cruising the 
aisles, trying to be nonchalant. Unfortunately, three nervous 
teenagers creeping through a drug store are _far_ from 
nonchalant. Near the last aisle, a tall, severe man in a white 
coat appeared before us.

"Can I help you, young man?" he asked ominously.

I felt like running for my life. Instead, I drew upon some hidden 
reserve of courage. "Yes, sir," I said politely. "Could you 
please tell me where I can find... um... protection?"

"What kind of protection do you--?" He eyed me sharply. 
"Protection?"

I nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Do you mean prophylactics?"

High school sex ed class saved me, since I actually knew what the 
word meant. I couldn't have spelled it to save my life, but I 
knew what he was talking about. I nodded bravely. "Yes, sir."

He eyed the girls, who flanked me. "I see," he said 
disapprovingly.

I don't know what it was, but something in his haughty, 
condescending demeanor brought out the mischief in Kendall. I 
_never_ would've expected her to speak up, but she did.

"We need at least two dozen," she said. Out of the corner of my 
eye, I sensed her looking at Gina. "Enough for both of us."

"Enough for bo--," the man started to sputter.

"We're conscientious young women," she said, interrupting him. 
"We're responsible for our bodies, ourselves. Now, if you'll 
kindly help us, we'll make our purchase and be on our way."

I wanted to stare at her in disbelief, but I stood my ground and 
we presented a united front.

The man shut his mouth with a clomp. Without saying another word, 
he went behind the tall counter and produced two boxes. I was 
prepared to grab them, quickly fork over my money, and then bolt, 
but Kendall had other ideas.

"We would like latex, please," she said.

The man started to say something, but thought better of it when 
he looked at Kendall. After all, she _did_ look eighteen or 
nineteen.

"And please make sure they're lubricated," she added.

The man smiled tightly and brought out two different boxes.

Kendall actually made a show of studying them. "Thank you. These 
will do nicely."

"Will that be all?" he asked frostily.

I finally worked up the courage to speak. "Yes, thank you."

He rang up the rubbers and I paid him. Then he put the boxes in a 
brown paper bag and handed it to me.

"Thank you very much," Kendall said sweetly.

With that, we calmly walked to the front of the store. Susan was 
waiting for us, holding a small bag, and smirking. As soon as we 
got outside, Gina, Kendall, and I burst into excited 
conversation, laughing and shaking our heads.

"You're quite a self-possessed young woman," Susan said to 
Kendall.

Despite her tan, Kendall turned deep crimson.

"Oh yes," Susan said. "I saw the whole thing." When Kendall 
started to protest her innocence, or defend herself somehow, 
Susan interrupted her. "Don't worry, Kendall. Your secret's safe 
with me. You're right, you _are_ responsible for your own body. 
If you're not on the pill like Gina, you need protection. We 
wouldn't want you and Paul to miss out on any fun simply because 
you don't have birth control."

Kendall's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Besides," Susan added with an impish grin, "the look on the 
druggist's face was absolutely _priceless!_" After that, she 
recounted things from her perspective and we laughed some more. 
Then she said, "He probably thought you were going to steal 
something. Little did he know he was about to tangle with a 
Liberated Young Woman."

I could hear the capital letters in her tone.

Kendall blushed again and we teased her good-naturedly. Even 
_she_ couldn't believe what she'd done. We were still laughing 
about it as we pulled onto the highway. About fifteen minutes 
before we reached the sandy road to the camp, Susan looked at us 
and grinned mischievously.

"Hey, girls," she said. When she had Gina and Kendall's 
attention, she continued. "Let's take our clothes off before we 
get to camp. C'mon, we'll drive in the nude."

My eyes flew open in amazement.

"What happens if a cop stops us?" Gina asked.

"Then we'll let Kendall deal with him," Susan said with a grin. 
While still driving, she started unbuttoning her shirt.

"My dad _is_ a cop," Kendall said thoughtfully.

"And with your body," Gina added, "I think the cops'd let you rob 
Fort Knox, as long as you're naked."

Kendall blushed again as we all laughed.

When Gina started taking off her clothes as well, Kendall 
shrugged and joined in. Susan had to contort herself a little, 
since she didn't stop the car while she took her shorts off, but 
in a few moments, I was the only one in the car wearing a stitch 
of clothing.

"C'mon, big boy," Gina said with a laugh. "Join the naked women. 
Take those clothes off."

"Yeah," Susan added from the front seat, "show us the good 
stuff."

Kendall merely stared, too stunned to speak.

I grinned and pulled my shirt over my head. When I slipped my 
shorts off, my half-hard dick flopped free. Even Susan stole a 
glance, a fact which Kendall undoubtedly noticed.

The rest of the drive back to camp was filled with fun and 
laughter. We didn't get stopped by the cops, nor did we even see 
another car, but it was still fun knowing we _could've_ been seen 
by anyone we passed. Susan dropped us all off at my cabin and 
then waved as she drove down the hill to her house.

"Susan _is_ really cool," Kendall said in mild amazement.

"She sure is," Gina said with a grin. "She sure is."

-----

Later that night, the three of us went for a walk by the lake. As 
soon as we reached the nature trail, we turned down it. Gina had 
brought a blanket and I had three rubbers with me. Kendall was so 
excited that she nearly dragged us toward the clearing. Once 
there, we quickly spread out the blanket.

Even though Kendall was obviously eager, I could tell that she 
was waiting for me to make the first move. I was more than happy 
to do so, pulling her into my arms and holding her luscious body 
against mine.

"Do you mind if I watch?" Gina asked.

Kendall quickly shook her head.

"Then don't mind me. I'm just going to take up a small corner of 
the blanket and play with myself." When I looked at her, she 
grinned broadly and gestured for me to pay attention to Kendall. 
"Go on, Paul," she said. "You have a girl in need."

"Yes," Kendall breathed.

I sank to the blanket and pulled her with me, my lips never 
leaving hers. In no time, I was between her legs, licking and 
sucking her pussy. She writhed and clutched at my hair, not 
making a sound as her arousal mounted. When she was wet and very 
ready, I knelt between her upthrust knees. I carefully tore open 
the foil package and rolled the rubber over my erection. Then I 
lowered my hips and set the tip of my encased member at her 
opening. Her eyes were wide with excitement as I pushed my glans 
into her.

I held her eyes with my own as I slowly, languidly sank into her 
in one smooth motion. When my hips ground against her pelvis, she 
reached for my neck to pull me down. Her lips found mine and she 
moaned into my mouth. As we kissed, I pulled my hips back for the 
first thrust. I sank into the tight heat of her body and then 
hooked my arms under her shoulders. Her breasts pressed against 
my chest, and she closed her eyes in pleasure as I began moving 
within her.

I held back as long as I could, stopping twice and waiting until 
my impending orgasm subsided, but she was so incredibly tight 
that I simply had to come. She drew her legs along my sides, 
tilting her hips so I could probe deeper. Then she kissed me 
passionately. I felt the first rush of semen flowing up my shaft, 
so I buried my dick inside her. She arched her back and pulled me 
tight as my cock swelled and began to fill the rubber.

"I can feel it," she whispered. "I can feel it. You're coming 
inside me."

I was incoherent with rapture and didn't answer her with anything 
more than a low grunt. From my right, I vaguely recognized the 
sounds of Gina in the throes of a quiet orgasm of her own. When 
my climax finally subsided, I lovingly gazed into Kendall's eyes.

"Did you like it?" I asked, panting.

She nodded, her eyes already misting over.

"Good."

"_Very_ good," she said quietly.

When I separated from her and pulled off the rubber, Gina sucked 
me back to life. She said she didn't really like the taste of the 
lubricant, however. The latex didn't smell too good either, so 
she suggested we bring a washcloth next time.

While Gina sucked me, I went down on Kendall. After that, time 
became a blur of body parts, tongues, lips, juices, and soft 
sighs. When we finally walked up the hill, I'd used all three 
rubbers. I'd only come in two of them, but I'd used the third to 
fuck Kendall until she climaxed explosively. Then I pulled off 
the rubber and fucked Gina doggie style. When I was ready to 
come, she turned around and swallowed my third load.

When I dropped each of the girls off, they kissed me softly. I 
climbed into bed and was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

-----

Tuesday was a pretty normal day. Before Stacy came to visit, 
Gina, Kendall, and I had a serious discussion. Kendall already 
knew about how Stacy felt about me, and she understood the need 
for discretion. I think Kendall's attitude had changed when she 
learned that Stacy was willing to sacrifice her happiness for my 
own. Kendall readily agreed that we didn't need to tell Stacy 
about our three-way relationship.

When Stacy arrived, Susan and Mom greeted her warmly. She was a 
little shy and nervous around me at first, but quickly warmed up 
when Gina invited her to join us for lunch. Kendall was a little 
wary at first, unsure of how Stacy would react to her. So she was 
very relieved when Stacy was friendly and open. They didn't have 
many interests in common, but they seemed to enjoy each other's 
company.

After lunch, we mostly lounged around the lake. Kara was happy to 
see Stacy, and they spent the rest of the afternoon together, 
talking and laughing.

Kendall mentioned that she wanted to go to the quarry the next 
day, ostensibly to get away from camp. Gina and I quietly teased 
her about wanting to use more of my stash of rubbers.

"Of course," she said, laughing softly. "It'd be a shame to let 
them go to waste."

We asked our parents if we could hike to the quarry, and they all 
agreed. That night, Susan had a "girls only" wine and cheese 
party at her house, with Mom, Elizabeth, Kara, and Stacy. Erin, 
who had started her period, was spending the night with Leah. 
Drew was probably off sulking, since the younger girls didn't 
seem to pay much attention to him. I couldn't bring myself to 
feel sorry for him, since he'd done it to himself.

In any event, Gina, Kendall, and I had our cabin to ourselves. 
The girls wanted to have sex with me in my bed, and I was more 
than willing to accommodate them. It was a little crowded with 
three people up there, but we were all _very_ friendly.

Afterward, I took a shower with each of them and thoroughly 
enjoyed washing their lovely bodies. The water turned cold midway 
through Gina's shower--Kendall had joined me first--but we didn't 
care. With chilly water running down my back, Gina dropped to her 
knees and sucked me off one final time.

Before the girls' midnight curfews, I escorted them home: Gina 
first, then Kendall. The cabin was quiet when I got back, and I 
merely lay in bed, thinking about the day and making a mental 
list of things we'd need to take on our hike in the morning.

I don't know what time it was when Mom came home, but it was 
late. Thinking I was asleep, she lightly brushed her hand across 
my forehead. Then she kissed me on the cheek. When I inhaled, I 
smelled a combination of wine and baby powder.

I know she must have missed Dad a lot. So if she wanted to have a 
party with the other women, that was fine with me (not that she 
needed _my_ permission, of course). With a grin, I drifted off to 
sleep, glad that she'd had an enjoyable evening.

-----

The next morning, Gina greeted me as I was doing dumbbell curls. 
Then I rested for a moment and started doing shoulder presses. 
Kendall joined us a few minutes later, carrying two oranges. She 
and Gina peeled and ate them while I watched. They teased me with 
the slices, sucking on them as if they were little penises. By 
the time I was done jumping rope, I had a noticeable hard-on.

Since Mom was still asleep and Erin was at the Coulter cabin, I 
slipped off my workout shorts and waved my stiff penis at the 
girls. They cooed appreciatively, so I stroked myself a couple of 
times. Heedless of the fact that we were out in the open, Gina 
dropped to her knees and started sucking me. Before things could 
progress any further, I pulled her to her feet and trotted up the 
stairs, bound for the shower.

While the girls fixed breakfast and lunch, I loaded the pack. As 
Gina was putting the finishing touches on our French toast and 
sausage, I loaded Kendall's sandwiches and macaroni salad into 
the backpack. Then I packed several Cokes, and we hurriedly ate 
breakfast before setting out. During the hike, we laughed and 
teased each other, eagerly anticipating the time by ourselves.

When we got to the quarry, we quickly set up our picnic spot and 
then went for a swim. For a while, we floated on our backs, 
holding hands in a circle and staring up at the cloudless sky. 
The weather was hotter than the first days after the storm, but 
still reasonably nice. After a while, we swam back to the flattop 
rock and lay down to relax and enjoy the sun.

All during the hike up, I'd been thinking about several things we 
all needed to talk about. Gina and I had discussed it, and we 
decided to tell Kendall about my relationship with Susan. We 
didn't think she'd be too shocked, and we trusted her to be 
discreet, no matter what.

I wanted to spend some time with Susan, and I know she wanted to 
be with me. Gina was excited about the prospect of joining Susan 
and me, but how Kendall would react was anything but certain. And 
to be honest, I don't know if I was up for sex with three women 
at once. I'd done it once before--with Susan, Mom, and Stacy--but 
I hadn't actually had sex with all three of them. So I didn't 
even know how _I_ really felt about it. I was excited at the 
prospect, but also a little nervous.

If nothing else, I wanted Kendall to understand about my 
relationship with Susan and not feel threatened by it. In many 
ways, Susan was more than a lover. She was a mentor and friend. 
And while I _had_ learned a lot about sex, I think I learned even 
more about life and how to be an adult. I definitely wanted to 
have sex with Susan, and I hoped that Kendall would understand 
and want to join us. My worst fear was that she would overreact 
if she disapproved.

We also had to talk about what would happen after the summer, but 
that could wait for later. Neither Gina nor I had addressed the 
issue, but we both knew it was something we'd have to deal with. 
We definitely didn't want a repeat of the previous year's painful 
estrangement. In addition, we would all have to decide how to 
handle things with Kendall. She was going off to college, and 
having _two_ long-distance relationships would quickly run me 
ragged.

Before lunch, Kendall wanted to fool around. Gina wanted to relax 
in the sun, so Kendall and I went for a swim. Then we lay on the 
large raft and floated into the middle of the lake. I had 
thoughtfully brought along a rubber, so Kendall quickly sucked me 
to hardness and rolled it over my shaft. Then she straddled my 
hips and impaled herself on my erection.

While she rode me to a slow, gentle orgasm, I ran my hands along 
her torso, hefting her breasts and teasing her sensitive nipples. 
After she came, she collapsed against my chest and whispered for 
me to fuck her hard. I gripped her ass and started pumping my 
hips. She whimpered each time I slammed into her, urging me on 
with her soft cries. Finally, I filled the rubber with my seed 
and let my hips fall to the raft. Kendall stayed on top of me, 
panting, and we simply relaxed together, enjoying the feeling of 
being together.

During lunch, Gina and I looked at each other and silently agreed 
that it was probably time to talk to Kendall about Susan. While 
we ate, I had a silent conversation in my mind, working out 
exactly what to say and how to say it. I also tried to imagine 
Kendall's responses. By the time we were finished eating, I was 
pretty sure I knew what I wanted to say.

"Paul?" Kendall asked, before I even had a chance to open my 
mouth. "Is everything okay?"

"Um, yeah." Then I laughed softly. "I guess you could tell I was 
a little preoccupied."

She nodded.

Gina looked at me nervously.

Kendall saw the glance and grew worried. "What's going on?" she 
asked anxiously.

I smiled as soothingly as I could.

Gina's expression was insistent and worried at the same time.

"What's the matter?" Kendall asked again, beginning to panic.

"Nothing's the matter," I said. "We just need to talk."

"Talk?" she asked ominously.

"It's nothing bad," I said. Kendall was getting more and more 
worried, and Gina was looking at me intently, waiting for me to 
smooth things out. "Hold on," I said quickly, to both of them. 
Then I turned to Kendall. "We just need to talk. Gina and I have 
something to tell you. It's nothing bad. It's just something you 
need to know about me and my past."

"Are you okay?" Kendall asked, her panic turning to concern.

"I'm fine. More than fine." This was _not_ going according to 
plan. "As a matter of fact, I'm great. I have two girlfriends who 
love me, I'm enjoying a relaxing picnic with them, and the 
weather is beautiful. I couldn't ask for more."

"Except...?"

I grinned sheepishly. "Okay, let's start again. I had this all 
worked out in my head." I took a deep breath and looked at 
Kendall. "There's something I need to tell you," I said.

"You're not sick, are you?"

I quickly shook my head, laughing. "No, I'm not sick."

She waited anxiously, visibly trying not to let her bottom lip 
quiver.

"Listen, it's about Susan. I... well..."

Gina looked at me and put her hand on my thigh, her expression 
full of love and support.

I started speaking, my voice becoming calmer as I continued. I 
told Kendall about the previous summer, and how my relationship 
with Susan had begun. I didn't give her all the details, but I 
made it clear that Susan and I had been having sex.

When she didn't look particularly shocked, I continued. I told 
her about how Susan gave me advice about women, and about life in 
general. Then I told her about the current summer, and how my 
relationship with Susan had resumed. I also made it clear that 
Gina knew about the relationship. Gina nodded when Kendall looked 
at her.

Then I told her about how I'd learned that Susan was a swinger 
too, and about her relationship with Gina's and my parents. Of 
course, she already knew about our parents, but she didn't seem 
surprised to learn that Susan was part of the group. Finally, I 
told her that Susan was an extremely important part of my life, 
and that I would _always_ have a relationship with her, sexual or 
platonic. Much to my surprise, Kendall laughed softly. Then she 
nodded in understanding.

"You love her, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes," I said evenly. "I do."

"But it's not the same as with Gina and me, is it?"

I furrowed my brow, a bit surprised by her immediate insight. 
"No, it's not."

"I know."

"You're not shocked?" I asked.

"That you had sex with Susan?" she asked. "Not really. I kinda 
figured you had."

"What made you think that?" I asked, feeling my throat close up. 
Now, it was _my_ turn to panic. If Kendall knew, then who else 
did? Had we been that obvious? Did anyone outside Gina's and my 
family know? What would they think? What if...?

She shrugged. "I don't know, really. I guess it was a lot of 
things. I just put it all together in my head and it made sense. 
I was pretty sure, but not positive. It explains a lot, though." 
She looked thoughtful for a moment. "Like, now I know why you get 
so turned on by a shaved... um... by a shaved pussy."

I nodded.

"You and Susan are a lot more... intimate with each other than you 
are with other people. Except Gina and me. You and Susan don't 
touch each other as much, though. I guess you're real careful 
about that."

I nodded again.

"And that's what I had my doubts about. But when I saw you two 
together, while we were cleaning up her yard, and then on the 
trip to town, I kinda knew."

"Why didn't you say anything?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I guess I thought you'd tell me if it were 
important." Then she grew pensive. "Wait a minute. _That's_ what 
this talk is about. Isn't it?"

I nodded slowly. "Susan _is_ an important part of my life. She's 
like one of my best friends. And..."

"She's your lover," Kendall said, finishing my unspoken thought.

"More or less," I said cautiously. "But it really depends."

"On what? Never mind, I know what it depends on." She lowered her 
gaze and stared at her hands for a several long, agonizing 
moments. "It depends on me," she said softly, almost timidly. 
When she looked up again, she gazed at Gina. "What do you think 
of all this?"

Gina shrugged noncommittally. "I dunno," she said. "I mean, I've 
known that Susan and my parents were involved for a while. And 
when I found out about her and Paul, I guess it never bothered 
me. I know she's not going to try to steal Paul away from me... 
from us, I mean."

Kendall nodded. "So why tell me this? Why now?"

I squared my shoulders and looked at her levelly. "Because you 
need to know. It's part of what makes me who I am."

She sensed more. "And?"

I felt my face heat. "And... well... she..."

"She misses you!" Kendall said, snapping her fingers. "_That's_ 
what that look was about!"

"Huh?"

She looked at me and quickly explained, excitement overriding her 
uncertainty. "The other day, when we were all working together, 
and then in town..."

"Yeah?"

"You know I watch people, right?"

I nodded.

"It's just something I do. Well, I didn't realize it at the time, 
but whenever Susan looked at you and she thought no one was 
looking, she had this look of... I dunno... 'desire' may be too 
strong a word. Maybe 'longing'?" Then she nodded and answered her 
own question. "Yeah, 'longing' is the right word." She looked at 
me. "She misses you." And then the implications hit her. "Oh, my 
goodness. She wants you to keep having sex with her." It was 
clear that she was a little proud of herself for figuring it out, 
but also a little shocked at the emotions the revelation 
uncovered. "And you want to know how I feel about that?" she 
asked, unprompted.

"How _do_ you feel about it?" Gina asked.

"Weird," Kendall said flatly. She paused for a moment, lost in 
thought. Then she laughed, half ruefully, half nervously. "Does 
she like girls too? All you swinger girls seem to be bi."

I nodded solemnly. "But that's really beside the point."

"For you, maybe," Kendall said. "Gina's the first girl who's ever 
touched me... you know... down there. And now you want me to do it 
with Susan too?"

"Whoa!" I said. "Hold on. No one said anything about you 'doing 
it' with Susan too."

"Well, that's what you want, isn't it? You want to see me and 
Gina with Susan, right?"

"Not at all," I replied hastily.

"Then what _do_ you want?" she asked, tears welling up.

"First," I said firmly, "I want the three of us to be happy. 
After that, everything else is secondary."

She nodded, a little shakily.

"But I also want Susan to be happy."

"And Susan wants to have sex with you," Kendall said.

"With _us_," Gina said, smoothing cutting in, "if you want to. 
Susan knows that you and I are the most important people in 
Paul's life, except for maybe his parents and sister. She loves 
him, too. But she's not going to force him to choose between us 
and her."

I quickly nodded.

"I don't want anyone else to know that I...," Kendall said softly. 
"You know... to know that I've done it with a girl." She studied 
her hands intently. Her voice barely above a whisper, she said, 
"I don't want anyone else to know that I kinda _liked_ it."

Gina looked at me, shocked. She quickly moved to comfort the 
other girl. "No one will know. No one will ever know. Not unless 
_you_ tell them," she said softly, soothingly.

"And what?" Kendall asked, tears finally rolling down her cheeks. 
"We're just supposed to share Paul with her?"

"Not if we don't want to," Gina said earnestly.

Kendall sniffled. "That's what she wants, though. Isn't it? What 
will she do if we don't let Paul have sex with her? Will she tell 
my parents what we're doing? Will she tell them about the 
rubbers? Will she...?"

"Shhhh," Gina said soothingly. "Susan isn't like that. Think 
about it for a second. She's a really nice woman. She'd never do 
anything to hurt you, or to hurt us. She knew about the rubbers 
when we bought them, but she hasn't said anything to your 
parents, has she?"

"I wouldn't _be_ here if she had," Kendall said sullenly.

"Exactly," Gina said.

"Listen," I said reasonably. "Susan understands about our 
relationship. And she knows that if you're uncomfortable having 
sex with her, or uncomfortable with me having sex with her, then 
it won't happen. She knows that. When I talked to her about it--"

"You talked to her about us?" Kendall asked, shocked and a little 
scared.

"Kendall," I said softly, but firmly, "there isn't much I 
_wouldn't_ talk to Susan about. I trust her, one hundred and ten 
percent." When she nodded, I continued. "When I talked to her 
about it, she was more concerned about how _you'd_ react, not 
whether or not you'd let her join us."

"What if I don't want you to have sex with her? What if I don't 
want her to join us?"

I shrugged. "Then I won't do it. _We_ won't do it."

She looked at me hopefully, her eyes red-rimmed. "You mean that?"

"Absolutely," I said with conviction. "Gina's right. Susan knows 
that you and Gina are the most important people in my life. If 
you don't want me to do something, then I won't do it."

She was thoughtful for several long moments. Gina and I looked at 
each other but neither of us could tell what the older girl was 
thinking.

"If I _did_ want to... to... you know."

I nodded.

"Would I have to... do it... with her too? Or could I just be with 
Gina?"

I took her hands in my own and looked into her eyes. "You could 
do whatever you want."

"Could I maybe just watch?"

I nodded.

"And she wouldn't tell my parents?"

"She wouldn't tell your parents."

"Well," she said, smiling for the first time since the 
conversation began, "she _is_ really cool and all."

Gina and I shared a tentative smile.

"Yeah," Gina said. "She is. And I think her shaved pussy is 
pretty cool too," she added, subtly turning the conversation back 
to sex.

_Good girl!_

"Yeah," Kendall said, looking up and sniffling. "That _is_ pretty 
neat, isn't it?" Then she shook her head. "Goodness! Who knew 
that when this summer started, I'd be having _this_ conversation? 
"

"Who knew?" I repeated quietly.

She laughed. "I never, _ever_ would've thought things'd turn out 
this way. Never."

"Us either," Gina said with feeling.

After that, we hugged each other, with Kendall sniffling, but 
smiling wanly. When she calmed down a little, we waded into the 
water to cool off and relax. I came up behind Kendall and hugged 
her to my chest. She tilted her head back and I kissed along her 
neck. When she beckoned for Gina to join us, I smiled. Kendall 
kept her eyes closed as Gina fondled her large, buoyant breasts. 
Then Gina tenderly sucked Kendall's nipples to erection while I 
rubbed my hard-on against her from behind.

Eventually, we moved the raft to the top of the rock, covered it 
with the blanket, and lay down. With the afternoon sun warming 
us, we made love slowly, languorously. Kendall didn't actively 
participate with Gina, but she didn't discourage her either. When 
Gina kissed down Kendall's smooth stomach, the older girl spread 
her legs in silent invitation. It wasn't full-fledged sex between 
the two of them, with each giving and taking, but they both 
enjoyed it. I simply moved between the girls, slowly fucking Gina 
from behind or letting Kendall suck me.

None of us talked, but we really didn't need to. Kendall realized 
how much we loved her, and how important she was to us. With our 
bodies and our actions, we showed her that she wasn't simply the 
second girlfriend. By the time we were spent, she was relaxed and 
smiling. I spooned behind her, my arms holding her close. She had 
her hand on Gina's stomach as the darker girl lay on her back in 
front of her. Gina was idly running her hand along Kendall's 
thigh, a few inches below her pussy. As our breathing slowly 
returned to normal and our sweat dried, Kendall sighed.

"I don't know if I'm ready for sex with _two_ girls and a guy," 
she said, "but I'm willing to try."

Instead of answering, I kissed the hollow behind her ear and 
hugged her tight.

"I just want to make you happy," she said to me. "And... and you 
too, Gina."

"And we want to make _you_ happy, Kendall," Gina said softly.

-----

Later that afternoon, we were simply lounging around, enjoying 
the quiet. I had let a little air out of the raft, folded it in 
half, and was using it as a makeshift backrest. Kendall had put 
her hair up and was propped between my legs, leaning against me. 
I was rubbing her arms and shoulders while Gina was sitting 
cross-legged in front of us.

"God, it's nice to be able to sit like this sometimes," she said.

Kendall nodded. "And not have to worry about who sees 'all the 
way to the promised land'," she said with a laugh. "That's what 
my grandmother used to say."

"Promised land is _right_," I quipped.

Kendall playfully slapped my hand.

We were quiet for a couple of minutes, just enjoying the sound of 
the falls. Then I felt Kendall tense up.

"Hey y'all," she said, "I was thinking."

"Always dangerous," I said.

"I'm serious," she said. "Listen." When I nodded, she continued. 
"I'm really nervous about Susan."

"Nervous how?" I asked, suddenly concerned.

"I'm just nervous. I've... I've never done anything like that 
before. I've never done anything like _this_ before, either," she 
said, indicating the three of us. "I always thought I'd escape 
from home, go to college, meet some brainy, totally gorgeous guy, 
and then get married and settle down." She paused for a moment, 
silently thinking. "I never thought _you two_ would... um... recruit 
me for a menage a trois."

"Menage a what?" I asked.

"A threesome," Gina said matter-of-factly.

"Exactly," Kendall said.

"But... do you like it?" Gina asked.

Kendall quickly nodded. "Don't get me wrong, I do." She rubbed my 
arm. "_A lot_. But it's all kinda happening so fast. I guess I 
understand, though, because we don't have much time when we're 
all together."

I nodded.

"But it's still weird. And I guess that makes me a little 
nervous, especially the part about Susan."

"Why's it make you nervous?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I dunno. It just does. I guess because she's a 
grown-up."

"Yeah," Gina said, "but she's really cool. She's not like any 
grown-up I know."

"Me either," Kendall added. Then she turned reflective. "I guess 
I never really thought I'd have Paul in the first place. Not when 
my family got to camp and you two were together," she said to 
Gina. "I'm happy that we're together, all three of us, but it's a 
_big_ change for me. A big mental adjustment."

Gina nodded.

"But I'm still nervous," she said quietly. She paused for a 
moment, lost in thought. "I guess I'm simply afraid of flying."

"Huh?" Gina and I asked simultaneously.

Kendall chuckled. "It's this book, one that my mom would _kill_ 
me if she knew I had."

"Oh?" Gina asked, her eyes lighting up.

"It's called _Fear of Flying_, by Erica Jong." She chuckled 
again, remembering. Then she warmed to her explanation. "The 
story is about this woman named Isadora, who's afraid to fly, 
like in an airplane. But that's only part of it. In reality, 
she's afraid to _fly_, as in, to let herself go. She's married, 
but she meets up with this guy at a conference her husband is 
attending. Isadora and Adrian, the guy, go all over Europe, 
sleeping by the side of the road, having sex, swapping partners 
with people they meet at campsites." She laughed lightly. "It's 
kinda like the three of us, swapping partners at The Pines."

Gina nodded.

"And the book is really witty, with funny stuff like details of 
toilets in Europe. But anyway, Isadora is afraid of letting 
herself go. And now I know how she felt. She keeps going, though, 
having all these wild experiences, until she loses her fear. It's 
kinda funny, though, because most people who've read the book 
think she's only looking for a 'zipless fuck.'"

"A zipless fuck?" Gina asked. "Like, sex in a skirt or 
something?"

Kendall shook her head. "Lemme see if I remember." She paused for 
a moment and wordlessly repeated something a few times, trying to 
get the phrasing right. Then she assumed an I'm Quoting bearing. 
"'A zipless fuck is absolutely pure. It's free of ulterior 
motives. It's not a power game. The man isn't taking and the 
woman isn't giving. The zipless fuck is the purest thing there 
is. And it's rarer than the unicorn.'"

"What's that mean?" I asked.

"I guess it's about sex without emotional involvement or 
commitment," Kendall replied. "But that's not really what Isadora 
was after. At least, that's not what _I_ think she was looking 
for. I think she was really trying to overcome her inhibitions." 
Then she suddenly grew quiet and laughed nervously.

"Like you are," Gina said quietly.

Kendall nodded hesitantly.

"And sex with the two of us is part of that," I asked, "isn't 
it?"

Another tentative nod.

"Is that why you're nervous about Susan?" I asked.

"Uh-huh. Like I said, I guess I'm afraid of flying."

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the nape of her neck. 
"You don't have to be afraid with us."

"I know," she said softly. Then she shook her head in thoughtful 
remembrance. "When I first read _Fear of Flying_, I wanted to be 
just like Erica Jong. I even thought about dying my hair blonde." 
Then she blushed. "I want to let go and lose my inhibitions, but 
I'm a little afraid. So you'll need to help me. You'll need to 
help me fly. Okay?"

"We will," I said, and kissed her again. "We will."

Then Gina looked at me and grinned. "I guess this would be a good 
time to ask about Kara," she said with a lighthearted laugh. She 
was obviously trying to lighten the mood, but I was a little 
confused.

"Ask what about Kara?" I asked.

"I thought she talked to you," Gina said.

I searched my memory and tried to recall any conversation I'd had 
with Kara.

Gina laughed when I suddenly looked up, my eyes wide. Then she 
nodded. "Mmm hmm. She asked if she could join us."

"'Join us'?" Kendall asked. "As in...?"

Gina's grin widened as she nodded.

Then Kendall turned to me, her eyes wide in disbelief. "How many 
women in camp _are_ you having sex with?"

I started to sputter an answer.

She quickly smiled. "I'm just teasing you. Sort of." She shook 
her head, amazed. Then she grew serious. "Sorry. I already knew 
about Kara."

"How?" I asked, momentarily perplexed.

"You were cleaning Mr. Kestrel's house," she said. "Remember? You 
told me about what you all were doing."

"Oh yeah," I said, breathing a sigh of relief.

Then Kendall turned back to Gina. "That's one thing I wanted to 
know. And as long as I'm not going to be afraid of flying, I'm 
just going to come right out and ask."

Gina and I shared a grin at Kendall's newfound courage.

"You and Kara do it with each other?" Kendall asked.

Gina nodded.

"But she's your sister. Isn't it weird or something?"

"Is it weird when you and I do it?" Gina asked.

"No, but that's different."

"How?" Gina asked patiently. She'd obviously thought this 
through.

"I dunno. It's just different."

"Is it any different when I lick your clit?"

"_Gina!_" Kendall gasped.

I could almost feel her blushing.

"Is it?" Gina pressed. "When I go down on Kara, it's not really 
any different than when I go down on you."

Kendall's jaw dropped.

"We're sisters. I have fun with her, but I'm not going to give up 
guys any time soon. I like Paul's dick too much. But he wasn't 
always available. So Kara and I play around." Then she laughed 
ruefully. "Trust me, you try saving yourself for a year, waiting 
until you see your boyfriend again so you can fuck his brains 
out, and see if _you_ don't start looking for an outlet."

"I guess I hadn't thought of it that way," Kendall said. "But 
still, she's your sister."

"So," Gina said with a shrug. "It's not like I'm going to marry 
her. And it's not like either of us is a lesbian. We just like 
girls and guys both. She likes girls less than I do, but she 
still likes 'em."

Kendall was at a loss for words.

"Which brings us back to my question," Gina said with a grin. 
"Kara likes guys a lot more than she likes girls. And she's only 
gotten laid once since we've been here. Well, once by a guy," she 
said, her grin widening.

Kendall's eyes flew wide. "Gina!" she exclaimed.

"It's true. And she's getting horny."

"She _told_ you that?" Kendall asked, a little shocked.

"Sure. We're sisters. Besides, she wanted me to ask Paul if she 
could join us again."

Kendall threw up her hands, but it was clear that it was half in 
amazement. "I had _no_ idea that my... _our_ boyfriend was the camp 
stud."

"Please," I said, affecting a pained tone. "That's _Mister_ Camp 
Stud."

Kendall laughed in defeat.

"Well," Gina said musingly, "he's not exactly the camp stud, but 
he _does_ have a small harem." Then she grinned at the other 
girl. "And just like you and me, the other women in his harem 
have needs."

"I'll say!"

"So Kara wanted me to talk to you about the possibility of her 
joining us."

"Here we go again," Kendall said in mock exasperation. Then she 
turned around and abruptly grasped my semi-erect dick.

I was too surprised to even flinch.

"_You_," she said to it playfully, "are going to get into all 
sorts of trouble one day."

"I think he already has," I said glibly.

"So you don't mind if she joins us?" Gina asked.

Kendall looked at her and shook her head, both in answer and in 
wonder. "If I'm going to fly, I might as well soar."

We all laughed at that, breaking the nervous tension. Our half-
forced amusement became genuine.

"Is there anyone _else_ you need to tell me about?" Kendall 
asked.

Gina and I looked at each other and mischievously pretended to 
think about it.

Kendall punched my chest. It was a playful punch, but she still 
put some muscle behind it.

I grinned and shook my head. "There's no one else." Then I turned 
serious. "I'm pretty sure Stacy would want to, but I don't think 
it'd be a good idea."

Gina shook her head. "Neither does Kara."

I looked a question at her, and Kendall turned as well.

"She says that Stacy's not really over you," Gina said with a 
shrug. "But she's more or less accepted the fact that she needs 
to move on with her life."

I nodded. Then I looked at Kendall and silently counted on my 
fingers. "I guess that about wraps up the harem," I said with a 
roguish grin.

"It'd _better_," she said. Then she smiled coyly, a twinkle in 
her eye. "All this talk of sex has _this_ member of your harem 
all worked up."

"Ooooh," Gina cooed. "Same here."

"We have needs," Kendall said, her voice sultry. Her hand gently 
squeezed my penis and began to stroke it.

"Indeed," I replied, leaning in to kiss her.

-----

After we returned from our hike, we were exhausted. Not only had 
the hike been long, but we'd worn ourselves nearly raw having 
sex. Much as I enjoyed the attention, I was beginning to see some 
serious drawbacks to having two girlfriends. One of the girls was 
bound to be horny almost all of the time. _But I'm not ready to 
throw in the towel just yet,_ I thought with a grin.

The Coulters (minus Chris) and my family (minus Dad) went to 
Susan's house for dinner, where Kara and Stacy cooked. Kendall's 
parents wanted her to eat with them, since she'd been gone all 
day, but she promised to meet us at the house afterward. During 
dinner, we opened a couple of bottles of wine and all enjoyed a 
glass, even the younger girls. It was relaxing, and with Gina 
sitting beside me, I felt like a grown-up.

Kendall arrived soon after we'd cleared the dishes. When she did, 
I got up to bring an extra chair to the table. Gina and I scooted 
our chairs over to make room for Kendall, next to me. When she 
sat down, she mentioned that Drew was looking for Erin and Leah.

"We don't want to see him," Leah said.

Erin shook her head in agreement.

"Leah," Elizabeth chided her.

"You know, girls," Susan said with deceptive mildness, "guys 
aren't mind readers."

"Huh?" the younger girls asked in unison.

Mom hid a grin by dabbing at the corners of her mouth with her 
napkin.

As the only guy present, I suddenly felt a little outnumbered.

"Guys can't read your minds," Susan explained patiently. "A lot 
of times, they don't know what they've done to make you mad. And 
it's especially bad with younger guys, present company excluded," 
she said, nodding politely to me.

Under the table, Gina reached for my hand and squeezed it.

Mindful that Stacy was probably watching, Kendall kept her hands 
in her lap.

"So?" Leah replied. "They shouldn't do dumb things in the first 
place."

To my amazement, almost every woman in the room laughed brightly. 
Gina, Kendall, and the younger girls were the exceptions.

"What's so funny?" Leah asked.

"Honey," Elizabeth said to her daughter, "_everyone_ does dumb 
things once in a while. It's how you act afterward that's 
important."

"But guys seem to do dumb things _all the time_," Leah half-
whined.

"Not any more than girls," Elizabeth replied.

"Don't _I_ know it," Gina said, alluding to her weeklong lapse of 
sanity.

Susan, Mom, and Elizabeth all smiled indulgently.

"Oh," Leah said. "Yeah. But--"

"No buts," Susan said. "Everyone does dumb things. And when a guy 
does something dumb, he can't read your mind to figure out why 
you're mad at him."

"So? If he doesn't know what he did wrong, why should I tell 
him?" Leah asked challengingly.

Once again, the older women laughed.

"Honey," Elizabeth said, "how do _you_ learn things?"

Leah shrugged defiantly.

Erin, however, looked thoughtful.

"If you make a mistake," Elizabeth continued, "your teacher, or 
your _mother_, shows you what you did wrong, and how to do it 
right the next time." Her point wasn't lost on the adults in the 
room, but Leah didn't want to understand.

"If you don't tell Drew what he did wrong," Mom elaborated, 
"he'll never learn."

"He might never learn anyway," Kendall said, sotto voce, but loud 
enough for everyone else to hear.

"True," Susan said. "But then again, he might." Then she turned 
to Leah and Erin. "You'll never know until you talk to him."

Erin looked at Leah and nodded. "Maybe we should, Leah," she 
said.

Leah was wavering, so I decided to speak up.

"Hey, Leah," I said, leaning forward so I could see her face, "Do 
you think I'm a bad guy?"

She quickly shook her head, a shy smile crossing her expression.

"Well, I've done some monumentally stupid things..." To my utter 
stupefaction, every woman but Erin and Leah nodded in agreement. 
I stopped speaking and looked around the room at the women's 
grinning faces. The look on my face set everyone to laughing and 
I felt my cheeks heat.

Gina squeezed my hand and apologized with a look.

"We're sorry, Paul," Susan said when the laughter died down. 
"Please, go on."

"Anyway," I continued diffidently, "I've done some dumb things 
too, but someone always told me what I'd done wrong. If they 
hadn't, I'd've never learned."

"But you're different," Leah said defensively.

Erin shrugged. "What could it hurt if we talked to him?" she 
asked.

Leah looked at her sharply.

"He _was_ pretty unhappy," Kendall said.

"He was?" the younger girls asked. Leah looked a little gleeful, 
but Erin's expression was full of concern.

Kendall nodded.

"Maybe we _should_ talk to him," Erin said.

"But if he starts playing favorites...," Leah warned.

"We won't give him the time of day," Erin finished.

They looked at each other for a long moment and then Leah nodded. 
"Okay," she said at last. "I guess we can talk to him."

"And let him know what he did wrong," Elizabeth said. "Be subtle 
about it, though. Tell him it's okay for him to have a 
girlfriend, but he shouldn't treat other girls like they don't 
exist."

Mom and Susan both nodded in agreement.

When the younger girls left, off to find Drew, they were talking 
excitedly.

Kendall looked around the room in awe. "Where were you all when 
_I_ was growing up?" she asked.

"We were right here," Mom said, reaching out to put a hand on 
Kendall's own. "You were just too shy to talk to us."

Kendall grinned bashfully, blushing.

"But we're glad you decided to join us," Susan said with genuine 
warmth.

After that, we all talked for a while, the table breaking up into 
several smaller conversations. When Gina and I said we wanted to 
take a walk by the lake, Kendall made an excuse to leave with us, 
and we said goodnight. Susan was opening another bottle of wine 
when we left, and we could hear the other women laughing and 
enjoying themselves.

"Susan and your moms are _so_ cool," Kendall said as soon as we 
reached the lake. "Did you see how they worked together? Leah and 
Erin never stood a chance. Goodness," she said, turning to Gina, 
"now I understand why you and your sisters are as independent and 
assertive as you are."

Gina nodded.

Then Kendall turned to me. "And if Susan has been giving you 
advice since last summer, it's no wonder we're in love with you. 
She's so cool. Better than Erica Jong any day." Her grin spread 
from ear to ear.

"Yep," I said succinctly.

After that, our conversation turned to other topics, mostly 
ordinary. Since we were all tired, we simply relaxed on lounge 
chairs by the lake and watched the sun sink below the far ridge. 
Once it was full dark, Gina climbed into my lap and wrapped her 
arms around my neck. Kendall scooted her chair next to mine and I 
put my hand on her leg. She slid my hand up until it was between 
her inner thighs, only a few inches from her pussy. I was a 
little worried when Gina put her legs across Kendall's thighs, 
but Kendall merely hugged herself to my arm with one hand and put 
the other on Gina's shin.

"This is nice," Kendall said with a sigh, leaning her head 
against my arm.

"It sure is," I said. Then I kissed the crown of her head and 
inhaled the fragrant scent of her hair.

We sat in companionable silence for a long time, none of us 
feeling the need to speak. Eventually, I put my arm around 
Kendall and Gina laid her head on my shoulder. We were all 
touching one another contentedly, and I can't remember when I've 
been happier.

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Author's Note: I will be on vacation this week, so there will be 
no new chapter on July 28. Weekly chapter postings will resume on 
August 4, with Chapter 25.

-----

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

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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
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