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Subject: {ASSM} "Summer Camp - Book 2" by Nick Scipio - Ch 28 (mf, mff, ff, mF, MF, FF, M+F+, teen, oral, anal, voy, safe, mild viol)
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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 28
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, mff, ff, mF, MF, FF, M+F+, teen, oral, anal, voy,
safe, mild viol
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This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It
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NOT read any further.
All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to
any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
With scant minutes to spare, we walked into the clubhouse. The
hike back from the quarry had been subdued. We'd talked about a
few things, but since none of us really wanted to mention Gina's
impending departure, our conversations were brief.
Dad and Chris were in the kitchen area when we came in. Dad
looked at his watch and nodded in approval. I looked at my watch
as well, 4:59. The girls grinned at me as we all caught our
breath. I shrugged the pack off and stretched. I wasn't tired so
much as I was tired of carrying the pack. Before next summer, I
wanted to get a pack with wider straps and an aluminum frame. I
didn't need anything made to climb Mount Everest, but I wanted
something a little beefier than the daypack I currently had.
While the girls disposed of the remains of our lunch and cleaned
up the food containers, I talked to Dad and Chris. Chris was
wrapping baking potatoes in foil while Dad made chicken kabobs
with cherry tomatoes, large mushrooms, green pepper pieces, and
onion wedges.
"Did you have a good time, son?" Dad asked.
"Wouldn't you have fun on a hike with _two_ teenage girls?" Chris
asked him before I could respond.
"I think two teenage girls would give me a heart attack," Dad
replied with a grin.
"But it'd be a fun way to go."
"Oh," Dad agreed, "I didn't say it wouldn't be. Besides, these
days, heart attacks are survivable."
That set them both to laughing. I rolled my eyes and turned to
go, but Dad called me back.
"Sorry, son," he said. "Your mom and the other women are down at
Susan's house. They gave us orders to have you all get cleaned up
when you returned, then join them down there."
"Okay," I said. "Thanks."
The girls and I decided to shower together in the clubhouse. We
were all tired from the day's activities and the hike home, so I
was pretty sure that nothing untoward would happen. As it turned
out, Elaine Raeford and her two children were in the shower, so
we'd definitely have to be on our best behavior. She grinned as
we approached.
"Hi," she said cheerfully, effortlessly catching her son as he
tried to dodge away from the soap. "Where've you guys been all
day?" she asked. "I didn't see you at the lake."
"We hiked to a quarry several miles from here," I said.
"Ah," Elaine said. "That sounds like fun."
"It is," I said. "But it's also kinda tiring."
When both girls giggled, Elaine grinned and arched an eyebrow.
"Paul's had a _hard_ day," Gina explained euphemistically.
"Gina!" Kendall chided, unsuccessfully trying to stifle her
giggles.
"I'll bet," Elaine said sardonically.
When they stopped giggling, Gina and Kendall offered to help with
the kids. Elaine was more than happy to accept. Gina helped with
Linette while Kendall scooped Barry "Boo" into her arms and then
doused him with water. He squealed in delight and seemed to
relish the attention.
While the girls were occupied with the kids, Elaine silently held
up two fingers, looked pointedly at Gina and Kendall, and then
gazed at me inquisitively. When I blushed, she chuckled.
"My, my, my," she said softly, but with a wide grin. "I remember
what it was like to be young and full of energy."
"Yeah," Gina said, completely misinterpreting her words, "you
gotta have a lot of energy to keep up with two kids."
"That isn't the half of it," Elaine replied, smirking at me.
We finished our showers and turned off the water. Gina and
Kendall wrapped themselves in towels and then started drying
"their" children. Linette and Barry were comfortable with the
girls, so Elaine was content to let them finish. With a teasing
grin, she threw my towel to me and then picked up her own. As I
dried off, she nonchalantly stepped close.
"Your parents are David and Beth?" she asked quietly.
"Um... yeah. And Gina's parents are Chris and Elizabeth."
"Elizabeth's Indian, right?"
"English," I said with a nod. "But Gina's grandparents are
Indian, so yeah."
"And Kendall?"
"Adam and Melissa Payton."
"Ah, he's the police officer, right?"
I nodded.
While we dried off, we made small talk with Elaine. She was a
nurse and Dennis was a civil engineer. They lived in Augusta,
Georgia, and had heard about the camp from friends (a couple
whose names I didn't recognize, also with young children). She
said she and Dennis were happy it was a family camp, and they
really liked it so far.
As we talked, I took the opportunity to surreptitiously check her
out. The best word to describe her was "compact." She was shorter
than Gina, but just as curvy, although her curves were in
proportion to her size. Her breasts were also smaller than
Gina's, with nipples that probably were originally pink, but had
been turned golden by the sun. And while her hair was a sandy
blonde, her eyebrows and pubic hair were dark.
The freckles across her nose and upper chest--combined with her
elfin face and button nose--made her look younger than her
twenty-seven years. But as I watched the confident way she spoke
and moved, she actually seemed older. Even though she teased me
as much as the girls did, I decided that I liked her. She just
seemed cool.
When the kids were dry and had their hair combed, Elaine thanked
the girls. I think Gina and Kendall had fun playing mommy, if
only for twenty minutes. Dennis came in as Barry was politely
thanking Kendall. The three-year-old turned and ran to his
father, who picked him up and held him at arm's length, then
hugged him close. In rapid-fire sentences, Barry told his father
all about their shower, Kendall, Gina, and what seemed like a
dozen other things.
With a warm smile, Elaine took Linette's hand and thanked us
again for the help and company. Then we bid the family farewell.
Barry and Linette shouted "bye" to the girls, who turned and
waved as we walked toward the door. Once outside, both girls
commented on how cute and well-behaved the kids were, and how
nice Elaine was.
"I noticed you checking her out, too," Kendall said to me.
I blinked innocently, but she and Gina weren't buying it.
They teased me good-naturedly, joking about how I was planning to
expand my "harem".
"Okay. She's cute," I finally admitted. "Jeez. But I'm not
looking for anyone else. You two are _more_ than I can handle."
"And don't you forget it, buster," Kendall said with a grin.
"Yeah," Gina agreed.
The rest of the way to Susan's house, the girls talked about the
upcoming party and the reason for our celebration. It was obvious
that it was a going-home party for the Coulters, but Gina's dad
also seemed to have an announcement to make. Gina admitted even
she didn't know what it was.
When we got to Susan's house, it was a beehive of activity. Adam
had appointed himself master of the grill, and had a huge,
pyramid-like mound of charcoal going. Inside the house, Susan and
our moms were busy preparing side dishes. Not surprisingly, Susan
was wearing a pair of bikini bottoms. In the dining room, Kara
and Stacy were setting the table and putting towels on all the
chairs.
In the kitchen, I tried to move out of the way, but almost fell
over two ice-filled tubs in one corner. One held Cokes and beers
while the other held a dozen bottles of champagne. The girls
started helping with the food, so I went back outside to see if
Adam needed anything. He was wearing a Chattanooga PD apron and
had a beer in one hand and a pair of tongs in the other.
"I'm fine here, son," he said. "Although your daddy could
probably use some help with the meat. Tell 'em that the coals'll
be ready in about thirty minutes."
"Roger wilco," I said.
He smiled broadly and took a swig of beer as I jogged out of the
courtyard.
In the clubhouse, Dad and Chris were mostly finished with their
preparations. They had a tray of chicken kabobs, a tray of baking
potatoes, and a huge foil-covered tray full of T-bone steaks
(courtesy of Chris, who'd made a trip to the butcher while we
were at the quarry). I hefted the largest tray, the steaks, and
we all headed toward the door.
Drew, Erin, and Leah were just coming down the hill as we left
the clubhouse, so we waited for them to catch up. Leah tried to
wheedle the surprise out of her father, but he merely grinned and
countered all of her specious arguments.
At Susan's house, Adam greeted us heartily and lifted the foil to
inspect the steaks with a professional eye. Then Drew handed a
bag of applewood chips to his father, which immediately drew
Chris's interest. I cradled the platter of steaks in one hand and
took the tray of potatoes from Chris with the other. Then Dad and
I deposited the food in the kitchen.
"Is it okay if Drew has a beer?" Dad called to Adam through the
open kitchen door.
"Sure," came the reply.
Dad grabbed a beer for himself and Chris, and had me grab one for
Drew and myself. Even though I didn't really like the taste of
the stuff, it felt grown up to drink one with my Dad and the
other men. When I handed Drew's beer to him, he grinned at me. I
could tell that he was thinking the same thing.
Around the grill, we talked about the steaks, the applewood--
which Adam said would add flavor and fragrance to the meat--and
the fire in general. Chris was evidently a connoisseur of a
charcoal fire, so he and Adam had a lively discussion about
temperatures, cooking times, wood chips, and more things than I
can recall.
Finally, Chris and Adam pronounced the coals ready and then
spread them out. Next, they put the wire grill in the slots over
the coals. Then, we retrieved the meat from the kitchen and
started placing kabobs over the red-hot coals. Drew and I were
sent inside to find out how the women wanted their steaks cooked.
Most of them either wanted chicken or well-done steaks, while all
five of us men wanted rare or medium-rare steaks. We all grinned
at each other and laughingly lamented the fact that the women
wanted grossly overcooked meat.
Kendall appeared about fifteen minutes later with fresh beers.
She handed one to me with a shy grin. Her hand caressed mine and
she grinned fondly as she did. When I turned back to the rest of
the men, they all teased me, even Drew. At last, we added the
largest cuts of meat to the grill, the ones we wanted cooked
rare, and told the women to expect the meat soon.
Once we walked inside with the steaming steaks and kabobs,
everyone started gathering in the kitchen. The women had prepared
baked potatoes, a large salad, corn on the cob, squash casserole
(courtesy of Kendall's mom), glazed carrots, green beans, and
fresh rolls. We also had a huge red velvet cake (also courtesy of
Kendall's mom) for dessert.
Since there were so many of us, we broke into two groups. Once
all the main dishes of food had been moved into the dining room,
Drew and I added a leaf to the kitchen table and retrieved two
extra chairs from the garage. While Erin cleaned the chairs, Leah
spread a tablecloth on the table and Gina and Kendall prepared to
set the plates and silverware. In the dining room, the grown-ups
had the more formal dishes and utensils.
Adam said a quick grace, taking time to thank both Susan for
hosting the party and the Coulters for inviting them. While he
did mention Jesus, he seemed to be more thankful for the good
company, the good food, and the health and welfare of the
gathered crowd. I hadn't heard many dinner prayers before, but
his seemed to be genuine and grateful.
With that, the kids headed into the kitchen and the grown-ups
(including Kara and Stacy) sat down in the dining room. At the
kitchen table, we had our own smaller set of serving plates or
bowls, so we wouldn't have to go back and forth to the dining
room. Much to Drew's chagrin, Kendall made sure to start passing
dishes with me. I filled my plate and then passed to Gina on my
left.
Dinner was fantastic. My steak was cool and pink on the inside,
and seared to applewood-scented perfection on the outside. After
the long hike, I was ravenous. I don't know who ate more, Drew or
me, but it was certainly too close to call. While Gina and
Kendall lavished attention on me, Erin and Leah did the same for
Drew. We were like kings at a banquet, and I'm sure he loved
every bit of it as much as I did.
When I couldn't eat another bite, I sat back and stifled a belch.
Kendall grinned at me and rolled her eyes.
"Did you get enough?" she asked teasingly.
"Uh-_huh_. I gotta keep my strength up, you know," I replied with
a grin.
"Sure you do," she said sardonically.
After that, we all chatted for a while, simply making small talk
while our food settled. But I began to realize that I was in an
awkward situation. With Drew at the table, I had to act like
Kendall was my sole girlfriend, but I didn't want to hurt Gina by
doing so. I also realized that up until now, I'd gotten lucky.
Since I'd mostly spent time with the men, neither Adam nor
Melissa had begun to suspect about my relationship with Gina. Or
so I hoped.
I didn't really like the idea that we needed to pull the wool
over _anyone's_ eyes, but I was pragmatic enough to realize the
necessity. Judging by Kendall's descriptions of her parents, I
don't think they would approve of my having two girlfriends.
While I pondered what to do and how to act, I felt Kendall's hand
reach for mine under the table. As if she knew what I was
thinking, she squeezed it reassuringly.
Before I could do anything more than squeeze in reply, Kara and
Stacy came trooping into the kitchen with mostly empty serving
dishes. The group in the dining room was cleaning up the table,
so Gina and Kendall followed suit. When I volunteered to help,
Drew snorted derisively, but I ignored him. Gina patted me on the
cheek fondly--and a little mockingly--and asked me to stay out of
the way.
"Paul," Dad called from the dining room. "Why don't you and Drew
bring the kitchen chairs in here."
I figured Drew would scoff at the request, but he surprised me by
immediately hopping to his feet and grabbing two chairs. I picked
up two myself and followed him. While he fetched the remaining
two chairs, I started moving the formal dining room chairs to
make room for the additions.
With a small army of women and girls working in the kitchen, the
leftovers were quickly packed away and the dishes were washed and
dried. In the dining room, I helped Chris retrieve champagne
flutes from one of Susan's large china cabinets. She had service
for sixteen, so we had one extra.
A few minutes later, the women returned with the cake and a stack
of dessert plates and forks. At Chris's direction, I grabbed
three bottles of chilled champagne from the kitchen and wrapped
them in towels. Once everyone was back in the dining room, we
squeezed around the table and sat down. (I, of course, had
managed to set three of the kitchen chairs together, and they
just happened to have Gina's, Kendall's, and my towels in them.
Imagine that!)
While Chris started unwrapping the foil coverings on the
champagne bottles, he got everyone's attention and started
talking.
"You're probably wondering why we asked you here tonight," he
began facetiously. When the chuckles died down, he continued.
"Seriously, thank you all for coming, and thank you, Susan, for
graciously letting us invade."
"The barbarian hordes," Elizabeth quipped with a grin, "with
their great hunks of dead cow."
"And thanks to Adam for grilling everything to perfection," Chris
continued as if he hadn't been interrupted. "Thank you to my
lovely wife, Elizabeth, and to Susan, Beth, and especially
Melissa, maker of this fine soon-to-be-devoured cake. In short,
thank you everyone for making this night so special, for all of
us."
He expertly popped the cork on the first bottle of champagne and
kept it from bubbling over. Then he started filling glasses.
Elizabeth passed new ones to him and helped distribute the filled
ones as Chris continued speaking. He talked about how much his
family enjoyed coming to camp, and how they always missed it when
they had to return home. Midway through his monologue, he deftly
opened a new bottle and continued pouring. Then he joked about
the Fourth of July, volleyball games, Marco Polo games, shaving
cream fights, water balloons, and more. Once we all had full
glasses of champagne in front of us, he lifted his in toast.
"Thank you all, both long-time friends--" a nod to Susan and my
parents, "--and new ones." He raised his glass to Adam and
Melissa. "I can't think of a better group of people to spend time
with. So I offer a toast." Everyone raised their glasses. "May
the best of your past be the worst of your future!"
"Hear, hear!" someone cried.
We all raised our glasses and drank. When everyone was paying
attention again, Chris opened the third bottle of champagne and
began pouring refills while he continued.
"Now, you're all probably wondering what the _real_ announcement
is," he said. "The end of the summer, at least for our family, is
one of the reasons for this party, but it's certainly not the
only one. I'm sure you're all wondering what's up. Judging by how
much my daughters have been trying to charm me lately, I know
_they_ certainly are."
Everyone laughed good-naturedly as Kara, Gina, and Leah
obligingly blushed.
"Well," Chris said, "let me tell you about my life for the past
several months."
"Keep it short," Dad said teasingly.
"And Rated PG," Elizabeth added with a grin.
"Okay," Chris said, unruffled. "Short and PG." He slyly glanced
at his groin and then looked up with a shameless grin. "I think I
can manage that."
Laughter erupted at his double entendre.
"Seriously, seriously," he said as we quieted. "My life for the
past several months... A friend from college is a producer at a TV
station in Washington, DC. He called me about six months ago and
told me about someone trying to start a new station, and asked
'was I interested?' My friend told me who to call and said he'd
already mentioned my name to the new station's owner. So I dusted
off my resume, got together a demo tape of some of my best pieces
and awards, and sent them off in the mail. When I didn't
immediately hear back from the new station owner, I promptly
forgot about it."
Around the table, faces fell.
"But!" Chris exclaimed, "they hadn't forgotten about me. In late
April, they called me and we did a quick phone interview. I
didn't think I did that well, so I didn't think much more about
it. I didn't even know what _kind_ of station it was--network,
independent, or public broadcast--so I wasn't all that
disappointed. But you can imagine my surprise when they phoned
back in early May and said they wanted to fly me in for an
interview. The station owner even wanted to meet my wife, so they
sent us two tickets."
_Early May?_ I thought. _Hold on a second..._
"Well, we flew to Atlanta and met the station owner," Chris
continued. "I'm sure you've heard of him, he already owns a TV
station, as well as a couple of sports teams."
I had no clue who he was talking about, but I nodded as if I did.
"So I went to the interview with Ted, his senior executive
producer, the general manager, and several other people. They
told me about their new concept for a TV station, and it wasn't
at all what I expected. I had my doubts about whether or not
their concept would work, and I started asking _them_ questions.
Needless to say, I thought I bombed," Chris lamented.
"They watched my demo tape again and then asked some pretty
direct questions about the documentaries and the reporters I'd
directed. When they got into how I managed assistant producers
and on-air reporters, they fired questions at me left and right.
I did my best, but once again, I thought I tanked."
Elizabeth glanced up at him fondly as he reached for her hand.
"I thanked them for the opportunity and left the interview
thinking I'd never hear from them again. So you can imagine my
_further_ surprise when I got a call earlier this week. The
station owner and his senior executive producer wanted to meet
with me again. 'How soon could I get there?' they asked. 'How
soon did they want me there?' I asked. They had a ticket waiting
for me in Columbia that afternoon, so I flew to Atlanta.
"The third interview was a lot more informal, and I spent most of
it with the senior executive producer. But toward the end of the
day, Ted came into the conference room and sat down with us. I
know it sounds like a cliche, but he literally made me an offer I
couldn't refuse."
"What was it?" Leah asked excitedly. "What are you gonna do?"
"Well, pumpkin," Chris said slowly, "the station is still in the
formative stages, so they don't really know exactly what I'll be
doing. With my background, I'll be an executive producer,
probably for a group of shows, since there will most likely be
several executive producers. But no matter what I'm responsible
for, specifically, I'll be in charge of a team of producers,
assistant producers, engineers, reporters, cameramen, and more."
"So you said yes, daddy?" Leah asked.
"Not at first," he replied. "I said I'd need to talk it over with
your mom. This guy Ted has a _lot_ of money, and he's putting
together a pretty impressive team to launch the station. I'm
proud that he wants me to be part of that, but it'd mean some big
changes."
"Are we gonna move?" Gina asked. "To Atlanta?" Under the table,
her hand sought my own.
"Well, princess, your mom and I talked it over. It'd be a big
step for me, and a big boost for my career. And, to tell the
truth, the salary is... well... it's _very_ attractive. But it would
also mean that we'd have to move, yes to Atlanta, and I'd end up
putting in a lot more hours at work, interviewing talent and
hiring my teams. That's time I'd spend away from you all."
"But it _is_ big boost for your career," Kara said, to which
Chris nodded. Then she continued. "But if we move, what about me?
Will I have to move too?"
"Did you say yes?" Leah asked emphatically.
"Yes, pumpkin," Chris answered. "Your mom and I talked it over
before I flew back. We weighed the pros and cons, and we decided
that it was the right move. So I met with Ted and the senior
executive producer and accepted the position." Then he turned to
Kara. "And whether or not you move is really up to you."
Leah and Gina were obviously excited, but Kara remained cool.
"Kara," Elizabeth said, "you can stay in Charleston and we'll get
you an apartment, or you can move with us and go to school in
Atlanta. Whichever you prefer."
"You mean I don't have to move?" she asked.
"Not if you don't want to. If you stay, we'll pay for your
apartment and make sure you have a car. So you won't have to give
up your scholarships or leave any of your friends."
Kara nodded and then smiled gratefully.
"Oh," Gina said suddenly. "We'll have to leave our friends, won't
we?"
"You'll make new friends, princess," Chris said.
"Besides," Elizabeth added, "we talked to David and Beth and
asked about neighborhoods and schools. Until we find a house,
we'll probably stay with them, so you and Leah will start school
with Paul and Erin."
"You mean Paul and I will be in the same school?" Gina asked
excitedly, the loss of her friends in Charleston all but
forgotten.
"Yes, and we'll make sure we get a house in the same school
district, so you don't have to transfer mid-semester."
"Cool," Gina said.
Before the girls could fire any more questions at Chris and
Elizabeth, Dad stood.
"Good news indeed. This calls for another toast. And _you_," he
said to Chris with mock severity, "have had the floor long
enough."
Chris grinned affably and sat down with a nod.
"When I first got a job with a major airline, it was a big step
for us," Dad said, nodding at Mom. "We were moving from a small
city to a very large one. I was going from a comfortable job at a
small company to a challenging job at a very large company. It
was a big decision, but we've never regretted it." He turned to
Chris and Elizabeth. "I know this is a big change for you, but it
couldn't happen to a nicer guy, or a nicer family. So..." He raised
his glass and everyone followed suit. "Congratulations, Chris and
Elizabeth, you're gonna make it after all!"
"Cheers!" everyone cried and then drank.
After that, the questions flew fast and furious. Someone
retrieved another trio of champagne bottles from the kitchen, and
as Chris refilled glasses, he gamely answered questions.
The new TV station was an all-news format, which had something to
do with cable TV. At the time, I had no idea what cable TV was,
but from the way Chris talked about it, it was going to
revolutionize the industry.
He would have a lot of work to do, since he was one of the core
producers and managers hired to get the station off the ground.
As soon as he got back to Charleston, he was going to give notice
at his current station and then move to Atlanta two weeks later.
As soon as they returned to Charleston, Elizabeth, Kara, Gina,
and Leah would start packing their house for the move. Kara
wanted to stay at the College of Charleston, so they'd have to
find her an apartment near campus and buy her a used car. And
while all the packing was going on, Chris and Elizabeth would
still have to house-hunt in our neighborhood and others nearby.
Gina and Leah were a little upset that they'd have to leave their
friends, but they were both excited about going to school with
Erin and me.
Drew tried to suppress a glare when Gina excitedly hugged herself
to my arm, but he didn't succeed. I quickly glanced at Kendall's
parents, but if they realized why Gina was so happy--or that she
was hanging on me--they certainly didn't show it. They
congratulated Chris on his new job and seemed genuinely happy.
After that, the champagne flowed freely as we cut the cake and
talked more about the Coulters' impending move. Gina absolutely
loved the idea of living near me, and was as effusive as ever,
which made Kendall nervous. I'm sure she was worried about her
parents "finding out," but she didn't seem to realize that they
were oblivious. I couldn't tell if they were just turning a blind
eye, or they really didn't realize what was going on.
When Chris opened another brace of champagne bottles, we all
extended our glasses. It was then that I realized why Adam and
Melissa were so laid back. They, like nearly everyone else, had a
good buzz going. I silently thanked whatever powers that be that
they were too tipsy to notice the Gina-Kendall-me dynamic.
Unfortunately, Drew was glaring daggers at me. When I got up to
go to the bathroom, he followed me.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked in the hallway, his
expression surly.
"Drew, jeez," I said. "Lay off the macho routine."
"Listen," he said heatedly, "I know what you're up to with
Kendall. And you think I don't notice that Gina's hanging all
over you, too?"
"And how's that your business?" I asked.
He leveled his finger at me and poked my chest. "It's my business
'cause I say it's my business." Then he leaned into me, his
finger pressing against my sternum almost painfully.
"Back off, Drew."
"No, _you_ back off. My sister isn't your toy. If you want
someone to fuck, try that slut Gina."
He'd had a lot more to drink than I had, so I guess he was a
little drunk. And I guess he was a little upset, maybe even
justifiably. Unfortunately, I wasn't thinking about either of
those things at the time. All I could think about was how much I
wanted to punch him.
"Yeah, that's right," he sneered. "You didn't think I knew what
kind of slut Gina is."
"You're drunk, Drew," I said coldly. "Give it a rest."
"Pussy."
"Yeah, whatever. Just get out of my way." I tried to shove him
back, but he weighed more than me and I wasn't going to move him
without more effort.
"Listen, wimp," he said, "stick to your slut, Gina. 'Cause if you
come near Kendall again, I'll kick your ass. And then I'll tell--
"
At that point, I'd had enough. I don't really know _what_ I did
next, but I distinctly remember the flat crack as my open palm
slapped his forearm. In hindsight, I _think_ I pulled him into an
arm-bar. Then I put all my weight on his upper arm, using it to
lever him to the ground. He dropped to his knees first, but I
bore him to the floor with my momentum. He landed on his chest
with a thud and a whoosh.
In a flash, I pulled his arm into a chicken wing and used it to
roll him onto his back. He had one arm solidly pinned beneath him
and the other half-pinned by its awkward position. I put one of
my knees in the middle of his chest, with all my weight behind
it.
As he grunted in pain, I found myself staring down into two
platter-sized, suddenly sober eyes, his belligerence deserting
him. From start to finish, the "fight" (and I use that term very
loosely) had probably taken only three seconds.
"You'll tell _who_, Drew?" I spat, my blood pounding in my ears.
He tried to squirm loose, but I was firmly in control of the
situation, although I was hardly in control of my emotions.
"You so much as open your mouth about me and Kendall," I grated,
my hand shooting out to seize his chin and force him to look at
me, "and you'll regret it. And if you call Gina a slut one... more...
time... so help me God I'll hit you so fucking hard you'll spend a
week trying to find your teeth." For emphasis, I tightened my
grip on his jaw and he gasped in pain.
"I don't need you giving me orders, and neither does Kendall.
What she and I do is between the two of us. If you insist on
being a spoiled little shit and making threats, then you and I
are gonna have problems," I said with sociopathic calm. "_Big_
problems. And trust me, you _don't_ wanna be around me when I've
got a problem. Do you understand?"
His eyes flashed in fear when he looked into mine. Without
waiting for him to answer, I continued.
"If, however, you act like an adult, I'm happy to live and let
live," I said in a more reasonable tone, my anger finally
dissipating--albeit slowly--as his pained and panicky expression
began to register. "Heck, we may even be friends. You're not a
bad guy when you're not acting like an asshole. But I'm not gonna
put up with your shit. I'm _not_ gonna put up with candy-assed
threats. And I'm _definitely_ not gonna put up with you calling
Gina names. Got it?"
When I relaxed my claw-like grip on his jaw, he nodded jerkily.
"Now," I asked with deceptive mildness, "are we cool? Or do you
wanna take this outside and settle it once and for all?"
"We're cool, man," he said quickly.
"Good," I said, then stood up. I reached down as he rubbed his
chest where my knee had been.
He looked at my hand suspiciously and then tentatively gripped
it.
I pulled him to his feet with ease.
"Damn, man," he said, still rubbing his chest. "What'd you have
to go crazy for?"
"I guess I snapped," I said, in as much apology as he was ever
going to get.
"No kidding."
Just then, Kara walked into the hall, glanced at us for a moment,
then continued into the bathroom without giving us a second
thought. Elizabeth was close on her heels. She turned down the
hall and then pulled up short when she saw us.
"Hello, gentlemen," she said with champagne-induced good cheer.
"If you'll excuse me..."
Drew and I parted to let her through, and she headed toward
Susan's room, no doubt bound for the bathroom.
"We're cool?" I asked again, although without menace.
"We're cool," he said immediately. "Everything's cool."
"All right," I said, hiding my relief. "Sorry about your chest."
"Ah, it's nothing. I've been hit worse in football."
I knew he was exaggerating, but I nodded in agreement. In a way,
I'd already kicked him when he was down. I didn't need to give
his ego a kick when _it_ was down as well. In the moment of tense
silence that followed, I felt my muscles begin to quiver as the
adrenaline subsided. I'm sure Drew was feeling the same thing.
"Okay," I said, jerking my thumb over my shoulder, toward Susan's
room. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom."
"Yeah, man," he said. "I'm gonna go back to the party."
With a wary nod, we parted.
In Susan's room, I sagged against the dresser and trembled for a
moment, my breathing coming in ragged bursts.
_How freaked out was that?!_ I thought.
I could've gotten myself killed. Sure, I was stronger than Drew,
but he was several inches taller and outweighed me by at least
twenty pounds!
For a few minutes, I absently rubbed my forearm (it stung) and
stared off into space. Slowly, ever so slowly, the tension
drained from my system. I felt the same way after a hard-fought
wrestling match, and I knew it would pass, but that didn't make
my fluttering stomach or wobbly legs feel any better.
By the time the bathroom door opened, I was calm and mostly
collected. Elizabeth gazed out at me and then smiled
mischievously, oblivious to what had just taken place.
"Paul! Come in."
Before I could object, she practically dragged me into the
bathroom with her and then shut the door.
"Now that I've got you alone, I wanted to thank you for being
such a great guy. Gina really loves you, and I think you're good
for her."
"Um... thanks."
"We Coulter women have, how shall I say it?" She pondered for a
moment and then grinned broadly. "We have... appetites, and you're
just the man to satisfy hers."
"I'm glad you think so," I said a little uneasily. _This night
has gone from weird to weirder._
"Mmm hmm," she practically purred. Then, to my complete and utter
shock, she reached for my dick and slowly stroked it. "Gina's a
very lucky girl," she said as she dropped to her knees.
"Um... Elizabeth?" I stammered. She had me pinned against the
counter, and I couldn't escape without bowling her over.
"Yes?" she asked, her voice sultry.
"What are you...?" I squeaked. Then I cleared my throat and tried
again. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, don't worry," she said soothingly. "This won't hurt a bit."
With that, she captured the tip of my manhood with her lips.
Conflicting impulses assailed me. Elizabeth Coulter was certainly
beautiful; she was the pattern from which Gina, Kara, and Leah
had sprung. But she was also my girlfriend's mother. To my shame
and embarrassment, I started to get an erection.
"Elizabeth," I begged. "Stop. We can't."
"Oh, don't worry," she said, taking her lips away from my
stiffening member for the briefest of moments. "I'm not going to
finish you off. I just want a taste."
I groaned in a mixture of pleasure and resignation as she
recaptured my shaft. She sucked about half my length into her
mouth and ran her velvety tongue along the underside. The
sensations threatened to overwhelm me so I fiercely gripped the
edge of the counter to support myself.
Elizabeth happily bobbed in front of me, wetting the first half
of my turgid shaft with her saliva. With growing horror, I
realized how incredibly good it felt. Her lips and tongue were...
mind-blowing. I groaned again as she took my shaft out of her
mouth and licked along its length.
In a panic, I worried that Gina or Kendall could walk in at any
moment. What would they do? What would Mom or Dad do? I wracked
my brain, trying to think of how to diplomatically pull her
sucking mouth away from my dick, but my thoughts were hopelessly
fogged by the sensations in my groin. Finally, I was ready to
simply push her away, no matter how good the blowjob felt. At
that point, she took one last lick and then stood.
"Mmm," she said with a playful grin, "you taste just like your
father."
I took a deep breath and swallowed hard, trying to rationalize
what had just happened.
"Indeed, Gina is a lucky girl. But let's not forget Kendall," she
added. "Another very lucky girl. And isn't _she_ a bombshell. It
must be nice having two beautiful girls hot for you."
I stood there and simply blinked, dumbfounded.
"Thanks for letting me sample the wares," she said with a grin.
"I know I'm not young and beautiful like Gina and Kendall, but I
still have needs." Then she smiled at me and seemed to take pity
on my distress. "I'm sorry to tease you, I just had to get a
taste. I'm so worked up about later tonight that I guess I got a
little overeager."
"Overeager?" I finally croaked.
"Yes," she said evenly. "I hope you don't mind me giving you a
little tease blowjob."
I shook my head, thoroughly confused.
"I've wanted to taste you for a while now, and I just had to do
something to take the edge off until Chris and David get the
party started later tonight." Without further explanation, she
rose on tiptoe, kissed my cheek, and smiled fondly. Then her
expression turned devilish as she tickled my rod one last time.
"Thanks again," she said.
I watched in stunned silence as she casually opened the door,
waved and smiled, and then shut it behind her as she left.
"Could tonight get _any_ weirder?" I asked the empty bathroom.
Of course, it didn't answer.
-----
When I finally returned to the party, Dad, Chris, and Adam were
still in the dining room, but most everyone had moved to the
living room. Gina and Kendall were in the kitchen talking to
Kara, so Stacy snagged me and pulled me toward Kirk's former
room.
_Didn't I just ask myself if tonight could get any weirder?_ I
thought. _Now it's bordering on the surreal._
"You've got to be the luckiest guy on the face of the Earth," she
said as she shut the door behind us. Not surprisingly, she seemed
a little tipsy.
"Why?"
"Your girlfriend's moving to Atlanta."
I nodded.
"Well, _one_ of your girlfriends, I should probably say."
I started to argue, but she savagely cut me off.
"D'you think I'm blind? Did you think I wouldn't know Kendall's
your girlfriend? I've known she had the hots for you since last
year!"
I had a million excuses running through my head, but all of them
seemed lame, even to me.
"So now she's your girlfriend and I'm not."
"Stacy, it's not like that--"
"Oh, it's not?" she asked angrily. "Then how is it? I'm good
enough to fuck but not good enough to be your girlfriend?"
"Hold on, that's not fair," I said.
"Why not? It's true, isn't it?"
"No, it's _not_ true."
"You never even loved me, did you?" she accused.
I looked at her stonily but she stood defiant. Then I let my
expression soften. "Yes," I said quietly. "I did. I still do."
"Then why can't _I_ be your girlfriend too?" she asked bitterly.
"Stace--"
"Don't 'Stace' me. Why can't you love me like you love them?"
Unfortunately, I didn't have a good answer for that. I could see
the anguish in her eyes, and it was breaking my heart.
"Is it my past? I can't change that, but I won't tell you about
it any more."
I shook my head.
"Is it my boobs? I could have one of those operations."
"It's not--"
"Is it 'cause I'm moving to Columbia? I could stay here and wait
for you until next summer."
"Stacy, it's not--"
"Is it 'cause of Jason? I--"
"Stacy," I said firmly, cutting her off. "It's not because of any
of that. I don't know why it's different with you. I love you, I
really do. But..." I shrugged. "I just don't know."
"Do you really love me?"
"Yes. And I love you just the way you are. But... well... you're
going off to college, and I'm going back to high school..." I know
it sounded feeble.
"Kendall's going to college," she said in challenge.
"Uh-huh. And did you also know that we're breaking up at the end
of the summer?"
"Why?"
"Because she's going off to college and I'm going back to high
school." I paused for a moment to let that sink in. "Stacy,
look," I said seriously, "it _is_ different with you and me. I
love you, you have to believe me. It's not about your past. It's
not about your boobs either, which are really, really cute."
She smiled, but then frowned again as she began to realize what I
was telling her.
"It's not about you going to college, or about Jason. To be
perfectly honest, I'm really glad you found Jason. He sounds
perfect for you."
"But he's not you," she said dolefully.
"No, he's not."
"You don't love me like you love Gina or Kendall."
It wasn't a question. I exhaled slowly and shook my head in
resignation.
"Why?"
"I don't know," I said honestly. "I can't really explain it."
"I thought if I loved you enough, you'd love me too."
"I do love you," I said.
"But not like I love you."
"No."
She nodded sadly. "I guess I've known for a while now," she said.
"Susan tried to protect me, and I'm glad she set things up with
Jason, but..." When she looked up, there were tears in her eyes. "I
just wanted you to love me like I love you."
I swallowed hard as I felt my chest constrict. "I'm so sorry," I
breathed.
She shrugged despondently. Then some inner dam burst and she
broke down crying, the hurt, fear, and anger flowing out of her
as sobs wracked her shoulders.
I stepped toward her and tentatively wrapped my arms around her.
When she didn't push me away, I pulled her close.
"I tried so hard to get you to love me," she said several minutes
later.
"I _do_ love you."
"You know what I mean."
"Yeah, Stace, I do. And you can't imagine how sorry I am."
"I think I loved you more than I ever loved Randy."
"Yeah, well," I said without heat, "Randy was an asshole."
"And you broke my heart," she said, sniffling.
"I guess I'm an asshole too."
She hugged me tight and shook her head.
"Do you forgive me?" I asked.
"No," she said irritably. She waited several heartbeats and then
continued. "But I'll live."
"I'm glad, Stacy," I said with genuine feeling. "The world would
be a worse place without you."
She shook her head and clutched me tighter still. Eventually, she
calmed down. When she spasmed against me, I momentarily panicked.
Then she did it again, and I chuckled.
"It's n... _hic_... not funny!"
"Oh, yes it is," I said, my chuckles deepening as she stared up
at me unflinchingly.
"You're the only one who... _hic_... who ever gives me the hiccups,"
she said.
"I'm sorry," I replied, wiping tears from her cheeks with my
thumbs.
"_Hic_... I should hate you, you know."
"Yeah, but you don't. You love me just as much as I love you."
She looked down and nodded, her body spasming with another
hiccup.
"And I'll be sure to tell Jason about how to get rid of your
hiccups."
She half-heartedly pounded my chest with a small fist. "Just g...
_hic_... go get me some sugar, please."
I grinned at her and she smiled thinly. She looked so fragile
that I felt like an ass. Instead of hurting her, I should be
protecting her. When she hiccupped again, I bent down and kissed
her. Her lips opened and her tongue sought mine. Instead of being
the chaste kiss I'd intended, she pulled my head down. Seemingly
of their own accord, my hands moved lower. I cupped her ass and
pulled her against me. She hiccupped again, but we didn't break
the kiss.
Our embrace wasn't passionate so much as it was aching, and I
could feel the deep-seated sadness within her. The kiss was long
and soulful, and her yearning resonated. When she finally pulled
back, she swallowed hard and tried to catch her breath.
"Sorry," she said. Then she sniffled. "I couldn't breathe."
"But your hiccups are gone."
She stopped for a moment and stared at my chest, her eyes
unfocused. When she didn't spasm, she looked up at me and smiled.
"Do you want me to tell Jason about _that_ way to get rid of your
hiccups?" I asked facetiously.
"No," she said crossly. Then she realized I was teasing. "I'll
tell him," she said with mocking hauteur.
"So you're feeling better?" I asked.
"No," she said glumly. "I did hope... well, I don't know what I
hoped. But I'll survive." She shrugged. "I always have."
"Uh-huh. And I'll always love you," I said softly. "You know
that, don't you?"
She nodded. "I'll always love you too. But right now, I don't
like you very much."
"I... I'm sorry."
She nodded again. "I know."
"But you're okay?"
"Yeah. We'd better make sure my hiccups are really gone, though,"
she said with a shy grin.
"I thought you didn't like me very much right now."
"I'll make an exception. Now shut up and kiss me again. If it's
going to be the last time, you'd better make it a good one."
With a wry grin, I nodded and bent down. She tilted her head back
and our lips met again. Instead of simply kissing her, I ran my
hand up her lithe stomach and cupped her breast. The puffy nipple
hardened in my palm and she moaned into my mouth. She pulled back
once, to breathe, but tugged my head down and fastened her lips
against mine a second time. When we separated, she took a deep
breath, sniffled, and grinned.
"I'm going to miss that," she said distractedly. Then she pursed
her lips. When she opened her eyes, they were bright with
mischief. "Jason's a good kisser too," she said coyly. "And he
likes my little boobs."
"They're not so little," I said.
"Ha! Compared to Gina's and Kendall's they sure are."
"Yeah, but you're a petite girl."
"Mmm hmm. And Jason says he likes petite women."
"Oh, he does?"
"Uh-huh," she said with a grin. "I guess it's 'cause he's so
big." Then she grew quiet and looked down pensively. "Do you
think I'll ever be happy?" she asked quietly.
I lifted her chin with a finger and gazed into her red-rimmed
eyes. "Stacy," I said earnestly, "you'll be as happy as you let
yourself be."
She smiled guardedly and hugged herself against my chest. "Thank
you, Paul." She was silent for several long moments and then
said, "I do still love you."
"And I love you, Stacy."
"I'm glad."
-----
"What was that about?" Gina asked when Stacy and I emerged from
the bathroom.
Stacy had wanted to blow her nose and wash her face, and she
asked me to go with her. Afterward, she pushed me toward the
kitchen--and Gina and Kendall--and went to find Susan.
"That's a long story," I replied.
"Oh," Gina said. "You've been gone for a long time. Have you been
in there the whole time?"
I shook my head.
"What happened to your arm?" Kendall asked.
When I looked at my left arm, I had a swath of raw, red skin from
elbow to wrist. No wonder it had stung. It must've been a carpet
burn from when Drew and I "fought."
"And what happened to your knee?" Gina asked.
My right knee had an angry raspberry and a thin trickle of dried
blood. I was sure that it was a carpet burn as well, although I
hadn't felt either injury when they had actually occurred.
"That," I said cautiously, "is _another_ long story."
"You didn't do anything with her, did you?" Gina asked
suspiciously.
In reply, I simply rolled my eyes and shook my head.
"Oh," she said with curious disregard. "Good. 'Cause Kendall and
I wanna get out of here and screw you silly."
"How much champagne has she had?" I asked Kendall over Gina's
head.
"I'm not drunk," Gina said, shoving me backward.
Behind her, Kendall held up four fingers.
_Four glasses of champagne,_ I thought. _Super._
"C'mon, big boy," Gina said, stepping close. "We want your dick."
I looked around to make sure no one had overheard. To my relief,
everyone seemed to be involved in their own conversations.
"Okay," I said to Kendall, "you take her outside, I'll tell our
folks we're gonna get some fresh air."
I quickly found Mom and Dad. To my surprise, they were talking to
Adam, Melissa, and a bottomless Susan.
_When had she taken off her bikini bottoms? And why?_
Melissa looked like she was feeling no pain and seemed
particularly amorous. She was practically hanging on Adam, and as
she gazed up at him, she had "that look" in her eye. When I
approached, he had his hand on her ass--out of sight of everyone
else--and was idly rubbing.
_If only Kendall could've seen this,_ I thought as I shook my
head in wonder.
I told the assembled adults that the girls and I were going for a
walk. Mom said that Erin was spending the night with the Coulters
and had already left the party. I looked around; Erin, Leah, and
Drew were all conspicuously absent. According to Mom, the girls
had wanted to go to the Coulter cabin with Drew, but she and
Elizabeth had vetoed that idea in short order. Instead, the three
younger teens had decided to hang out in the clubhouse.
I told Mom that we'd probably hang out at our cabin. Neither Adam
nor Melissa balked at the idea of Kendall hanging out with both
Gina and me. I logged that away for further consideration and
thanked Susan for inviting us. Then I thanked Adam and Melissa
for grilling the meat and baking the cake, respectively. Finally,
I kissed Mom on the cheek and turned to find the Coulters.
As I walked toward the dining room, I heard Melissa gush about
how she wanted to take a nice romantic walk with Adam. When
Kendall was horny, she sounded _just_ like her mother. Once
again, I chuckled to myself and shook my head in wonder.
Chris and Elizabeth were sitting at the dining room table,
talking to Kara and Stacy. They smiled when I told them that
Gina, Kendall, and I were going for a walk. I didn't want to tell
them that in front of Stacy, but I didn't see a way around it.
When our eyes met, she smiled sadly and then nodded. Almost
unnoticed, Kara's hand reached out and touched the other girl's.
I congratulated Chris on his new job and thanked him for the
steaks and champagne. Elizabeth nodded graciously as well, but
her eyes fairly gleamed when she realized that Adam and Melissa
were making their farewells. It didn't take a rocket scientist to
figure out what would be happening once the Paytons left for the
evening. I said goodnight and tried to hide my smirk as I turned
to go.
Outside, I found Kendall and Gina waiting for me. When I shut the
kitchen door, Gina giggled and held up an unopened bottle of
champagne. She seemed unusually proud of herself. I looked over
her shoulder at Kendall, my expression pained. The taller girl
stared at me for a moment, her face composed, then burst into
giggles as well.
"Wait a minute," I said to her. "How many glasses of champagne
have _you_ had?"
With another round of snickering, this time from both girls, she
held up four fingers.
"Oh, my God," I said, suddenly realizing I had not one but _two_
drunk girls on my hands.
"C'mon," Gina said as we walked into the night, "we still want
your dick."
"Lotsa times," Kendall agreed, her voice a little slurred. "Dick,
dick, dick, dick, dick. We want dick."
They started snickering once more, and I could only shake my
head. Again.
-----
As we walked past the clubhouse, Gina suddenly stopped.
"We don't have cups," she said, then giggled. "We need cups. I'll
go get 'em! Wait right here."
Without even waiting for us to answer, she handed me the bottle
and dashed back down the hill, bound for the lighted building.
Kendall then flowed into my arms, pressing her breasts against my
chest. When she kissed me, I could taste the champagne on her
breath. Before I knew what was happening, she grinned
mischievously and slowly slid to her knees.
"Kendall?!" I hissed. "What are you doing?" I tried to keep my
voice low, but I don't know how successful I was.
"Mmmmm, I wanna suck you," she said.
Before I could step back, she captured my limp member and began
trying to get me hard. I frantically looked around. There was
enough illumination from the streetlights that anyone could've
seen us, so I tried to shove her back. Unfortunately, she had
other ideas, and clamped her lips around my tumescent shaft.
_Why do I have to get hard at a time like this?_ I asked myself.
Treacherous organ!
Kendall started sucking me in earnest.
"Kendall, we can't," I whispered harshly.
"Mmmmm."
I tried to pull back, but she wasn't letting go. Finally, I used
a little more force and extracted myself from her mouth. She
moaned disconsolately when I lifted her to her feet. She tried to
sink to her knees again, but I warned her that her parents could
come along at any moment.
_I_ knew they weren't going to walk by; I'd heard them follow us
from Susan's house and turn toward the lake. But Kendall didn't
know their arrival was highly unlikely, so she settled for
leaning against me and stroking my erection with her hand. If
anyone saw us, they'd probably figure that we were simply
embracing.
Gina walked up a few minutes later, grinning shamelessly. She
licked her lips when she saw what Kendall was doing.
"I got the cups," Gina said. "Let's go."
We ran the rest of the way to my cabin. Once inside, we didn't
even turn on the lights. Gina wanted to open the champagne
immediately, but I tried to dissuade her. She was insistent, so I
unwrapped the wire cage securing the cork. To my surprise, the
cork blasted from the bottle before I could even touch it. A cool
foam of champagne cascaded over my hand and onto the throw rug.
Gina quickly thrust a cup under it and then grinned at me.
"A toast," Gina said, when I'd filled three of the paper cups.
"To the best dick I've ever had!"
"To the _only_ dick I've ever had," Kendall added.
"To the only dick," Gina corrected with a toss of her raven hair.
"Cheers!"
I grimaced while they drank. "I'm more than just a dick, you
know," I said acerbically.
Gina giggled obliviously and took another drink, but Kendall
actually tried to look contrite.
"It tickles my nose," Gina said. Then she reached for the bottle.
Kendall slid closer, slipped her arm around my waist, and looked
apologetic.
I put my arm around her and squeezed gently.
"God, I love watching you two together," Gina said as she poured
herself another cupful.
"I'm sorry," Kendall whispered. "You're a _lot_ more than just a
dick." Then she nuzzled my neck.
"You two look so hot right now," Gina said. "I just love
watching--" When she looked up, her eyes flew wide. "Oh, my God."
"What?" I asked in alarm.
"Did Adam an' Melissa leave the party?" she asked me.
"Yeah," I said. "They left right after we did. Why?"
"Oh, my God," she repeated. "We've got to get back down there!"
"Why? What's up?"
"Silly," she said, as if that explained everything. "You know
what's gonna happen."
"Yeah," I said. I knew very well what our parents were up to.
"So?"
"So? We can watch. C'mon, let's go!"
"Gina," I said firmly, causing her to stop short of the door.
"Let's just stay here."
"No, silly," she said, walking back and reaching for my hand.
"Let's go watch them. We can sit outside Susan's bedroom, just
like before. You can take care of us at the same time. C'mon,
I'll get a blanket or something."
"What if they're not in Susan's room?" I asked, trying to
forestall her.
"They will be. They like the way the sliding glass doors make a
mirror when the light's on."
"What are you all talking about?" Kendall asked.
"C'mon," Gina said insistently. "We'll show you."
Instead of waiting for an answer, she grabbed a blanket, grasped
Kendall's wrist, and practically jerked the taller girl toward
the door.
"Don't forget the champagne," Gina said to me as she pulled
Kendall onto the porch.
With a sigh of resignation, I picked up the bottle and followed.
-----
The trip through camp was interesting. We passed Elaine and
Dennis Raeford coming out of the clubhouse, but Gina didn't even
slow down. I hastily tried to hide the bottle of champagne as we
walked past, although I did wave and say hello. When Elaine saw
my expression, she shook her head and chuckled darkly.
"Have fun," she called quietly as we continued to Susan's house.
"Whatever you're up to."
I turned around, waved in thanks, and then jogged to catch up
with the girls.
When we reached Susan's house, the curtains were open in her
bedroom and we could faintly hear music coming from within. It
looked like the real party had just started. Kendall froze as
soon as she saw what was happening inside. Gina stopped and
grinned at the taller girl.
"See," Gina said breathlessly. "Isn't it cool?"
Inside, both Dad and Chris were facing the reflective sliding
glass doors. Elizabeth and Kara were on their knees in front of
Dad, and Susan and Stacy were in a similar position in front of
Chris. I could tell that Dad was watching the reflection of the
women sucking him, but as he gazed at the glass doors, I got the
eerie felling that he was staring at us instead.
"Oh, my goodness," Kendall whispered.
Inside, Mom had her breasts pressed against Dad's back as she
whispered in his ear. Judging by his expression, whatever she'd
said appealed to him, and he turned and said something to her in
reply.
At the edge of the patio, outside the light from the house, Gina
spread the blanket and gestured to us.
I didn't mind watching our parents have sex, but I didn't want to
have to worry about getting caught. What if we were too loud?
What if someone decided to come outside? What if Kendall's
parents returned? Any number of bad things could happen, and I
wanted to avoid them all by being safely and discreetly in my
family's cabin.
"Listen," I said. "We can't stay long."
"C'mere," Gina hissed, heedless of my pronouncement.
"Do you want to?" Kendall asked me quietly.
Gina's attention was safely on the people inside. She turned and
gestured for us one more time, but I ignored her.
"If we don't, she'll just get upset," I said, somewhat
caustically.
"You don't wanna watch?" Kendall asked.
"It's not that," I said, shaking my head. Inside, Dad was lying
on his back. Elizabeth had mounted him and was riding his dick
while Kara knelt above his face. Mom was on her knees,
alternately kissing the other two women. All three of them were
playing with each other's breasts. "It's just that I don't want
to get caught," I continued. "I'd rather just have fun with you
two in the cabin."
"Me too. But you're right, Gina'll just get upset if we want her
to leave."
"What are you waiting for?" Gina called softly from the blanket.
"We'll be there in a minute," I temporized.
Gina shook her head and started masturbating as she watched the
scene beyond the big panes of glass. Chris had moved to the bed,
where Stacy straddled him with her back to him. He had his hands
on her hips while he fucked her from below. As he slowly stroked
into her, Susan licked the petite girl's pussy.
Kendall was obviously interested in what was going on inside,
since her eyes were glued to the action, but she seemed to still
have some of her wits about her.
"We can fool around for a while if we're quiet, then go up to the
cabin," she said. Then she tore her eyes away from the scene
inside and looked at me earnestly. "I want you so bad right now.
Can we please stay? Just for a little while. You know tonight is
really about Gina."
"_Every_ night seems to be about Gina."
"Shhhhh! She loves you."
"I know," I said. "But--"
"She's a little tipsy, a lot horny, and she's hung up on..."
"What?"
"Don't tell her I said this, but... well... she's kinda hung up on
sex. I guess it has to do with self-esteem."
"Huh?" I asked.
"Paul, Kendall, c'mon," Gina hissed.
"Okay, we'll be right there," I said. Then I turned back to
Kendall. "What do you mean?"
"It's long, and it's complicated, but... just trust me. Let's make
tonight all about Gina."
"But what about you?" I asked.
She leaned against me and gazed into my eyes. "I've got you all
next week."
"But after that?"
"After that...," she echoed with a faint shrug. "Well, I'm taking
my memories to UT with me. And I've got a _very_ good memory,
especially where you're concerned."
I nodded, and tilted my head to the side. Our lips moved together
and she hugged me tight.
When she pulled back, she gazed at me warmly. "I love you," she
said softly.
"I love you too."
"I know. Now gimme that bottle," she said with a wry grin. "I'm
gonna need more champagne if I'm gonna do what I've got in mind."
She took the bottle when I handed it to her and then drank
straight from it. She took two big swallows, daintily wiped her
mouth, then grinned at me sheepishly. "Now come on," she said,
"your day's not over yet."
When I stepped onto the blanket, Gina looked up and moaned
lustfully. With a smile only I could see, Kendall waggled her
eyebrows and dropped to her knees in front of me. The girls
positioned me so my back was to the corner of the house, with my
right side obliquely toward the sliding glass doors. In that
position, Gina could suck me and watch what was going on inside,
which she eagerly did. As I reached full erection, I smiled down
at Kendall. She blew me a kiss and then ducked her head to suck
my balls.
With Gina happily bobbing in front of me, I turned to look over
my shoulder. Inside, Kara was on her back with my dad between her
legs. He was thrusting into her as she gazed up at him and rubbed
his arms. Mom and Elizabeth were in a sixty-nine a few feet away.
Stacy was lying on the bed, her knees almost touching her
shoulders as Chris pounded into her. Susan lay to the side of the
couple, playing with her smooth pussy as she watched.
I returned my attention to the girls in front of me as Gina tried
to swallow my entire shaft. She couldn't take much more than half
my length, and her teeth scraped me when she tried to go deeper.
When I hissed softly, Kendall glanced up at me, her smile tight.
I put one hand on my hip and used the other to direct Gina's
movements. As Kendall whispered a suggestion in Gina's ear, the
darker girl settled into a nice, slow rhythm and I smiled
gratefully.
Once again, I turned to look inside. Dad and Kara were still
going at it, as were Mom and Elizabeth, but Chris had lowered
Stacy's legs to let Susan kneel over the younger woman's mouth.
While Chris thrust slowly, he and Susan kissed with growing
passion.
Just then, Kendall started sucking me while Gina tongued the base
of my shaft, so I returned my attention to them. After several
minutes, Kendall popped my shaft from her mouth and passed it
back to Gina.
Then the taller girl crawled to where we'd left the champagne
bottle. She retrieved it, took a swig, then stood. As she walked
toward me, with the light from the house reflecting on her bronze
skin, she looked like a Greek goddess. I swallowed hard and felt
my blood quicken. She smiled as she drew close and I grinned in
return.
When she offered me the bottle I took a long drink. The bubbles
tickled, but the liquid felt good on my parched throat. Next,
Kendall offered Gina a drink, which she accepted. As soon as she
passed the bottle back to Kendall, she locked her lips around my
dick again. Kendall smiled at me, closed her eyes languidly, and
leaned in for a kiss. When she pulled back, she took another
drink of champagne and then winked exaggeratedly.
"I've gotta build up my courage," she said, her speech a little
slurred.
"For what?" I asked.
Gina moaned around my shaft and sucked hard. Kendall waited until
I was paying attention to her again and then smiled lopsidedly.
"Eating pussy," she said. Then she pressed her finger to her lips
and shushed. "Don't tell anyone, but..." She glanced left and then
right in an unconscious caricature. Then she looked at me
seriously. "I kinda like it."
With a silly grin, she hooked an arm around my neck and leaned
toward me. The kiss was a little sloppier than the previous one,
but just as full of heat. She gave me a sultry look as she sank
to her knees, set the bottle to the side, and began playing with
Gina's breasts.
For a while, the girls simply took turns, one of them giving me
head while the other licked and sucked my balls. I took the
opportunity to look over my shoulder at the scene inside.
Dad was busy fucking Mom from behind, while Elizabeth lay beneath
her. Every few strokes, Dad would pull his dick from within Mom
and let Elizabeth lick the juices from it. Then he would slide
back into Mom's pussy and resume where he'd left off. All the
while, Kara was kneeling next to him, kissing his chest and
sucking his nipples.
On the bed, Chris, Susan, and Stacy were in a triangle. While
Susan took Chris's dick as deep as she could, he licked Stacy.
Stacy, in turn, had her face buried in Susan's clean-shaven
pussy.
When Gina and Kendall switched again, I looked down. Kendall
gazed up at me, winked, then reached for the bottle of champagne.
She took a drink and then passed it to Gina, who also took a
drink. Then Kendall leaned forward to whisper in Gina's ear. Gina
set the bottle down, looked at the taller girl in surprise, then
nodded quickly.
"Let's go up to the cabin," Kendall said quietly.
Gina nearly leapt to her feet. I lent Kendall a hand and easily
lifted her. She was a little unsteady at first, but quickly got
her balance. Gina grabbed the taller girl's hand and started for
the sandy track that led toward the camp proper. I followed them,
chuckling to myself and wondering what Kendall had said. As we
rounded Susan's courtyard, I suddenly remembered our blanket.
Gina and Kendall continued walking as I turned and jogged back.
I set the champagne bottle aside, picked up the blanket, and took
one last look at the tableau in Susan's bedroom. Chris was lying
on his back, with Susan impaled on his dick and Mom straddling
his face. Kara and Stacy were on the bed in a sixty-nine, and
Kara was busily thrusting a large white vibrator into Stacy's
pussy.
On the floor, Dad and Elizabeth were also in a sixty-nine, where
Elizabeth was trying to swallow all of my father's cock. She
couldn't get more than half of it in her mouth, but that didn't
seem to stop her from enjoying herself.
With a final glance, I quickly folded the blanket and then jogged
to catch up with the girls. By the time I saw them, they had
almost reached the top of the hill above the lake. As I
approached, I started trotting as quietly as I could, slinging
the blanket over my shoulder as I did.
They were both walking with a purpose, and didn't hear me
approach. When I goosed them, they both squealed in shock. I kept
running and kicked in a burst of speed. Behind me, they both
shouted and started running as well, trying to catch me.
I beat them to the cabin by a healthy margin and then turned
around to watch them approach. Neither girl was running flat out-
-it probably hurt to run full speed without a bra--but they were
both moving pretty quickly. As they ran up the stairs, I spread
my arms and encircled them both. Panting and giggling, we moved
into the cabin.
The girls took turns going to the bathroom and then I stepped in
to relieve myself. When I emerged and then flipped off the light,
it took a moment for my eyes to adjust. Gina and Kendall were on
the couch, sitting very close to each other. As my eyes further
adjusted, I got the shock of my life. I blinked to see if my
vision would clear, but nothing changed. Locked in a passionate
embrace, the two girls were kissing each other.
My dick hardened instantly. Instead of disturbing them, I simply
slid into one of the easy chairs and started stroking myself.
Gina caressed Kendall's face as they kissed. In turn, Kendall ran
her hand down Gina's smooth stomach until she encountered the
darker girl's satiny pubic hair. She paused briefly and then
continued lower. Gina sighed as Kendall delved into her sex, but
they didn't break the kiss.
My dick seemed to get harder still as I watched Kendall begin
teasing Gina's clit. Gina squirmed in mounting excitement, her
lips firmly locked with Kendall's. Then Gina's fingers trailed
lower, over Kendall's left breast. As they tweaked Kendall's
nipple, the taller girl moaned softly and thrust her chest out.
They kissed for a few minutes, mewling and whimpering as fingers
found pleasure spots and tongues intertwined. I continued
stroking myself, watching in fascination as the girls became more
and more enthusiastic. Finally, Kendall moaned softly and broke
their kiss. Undeterred, Gina started kissing Kendall's neck.
Kendall moaned again and stopped moving entirely as Gina's lips
began to trail lower. When the delicate kisses reached the older
girl's breasts, Kendall sighed in pleasure.
Gina took her time, sucking Kendall's nipples to erection,
circling them with her tongue and making little wet suction
noises as she switched between them. I grinned and stroked myself
a little quicker. I knew how much Kendall enjoyed having her
breasts played with, and she must've been in heaven.
When Gina moved to kiss lower, Kendall stopped her and said
something quiet. Then the two girls moved into a sixty-nine, with
Kendall on the bottom. She lifted her head and Gina gasped as
Kendall began to lick the darker girl's undoubtedly drenched
slit. Gina flipped her hair out of the way and dived into
Kendall's trimmed bush.
Kendall wrapped her arms around Gina's hips, moved her hands over
the dark globes of her ass, and spread Gina's pussy. Then she
fastened her lips on the dark, swollen labia. I could actually
hear her as she sucked gently. At least, I could hear her until
Gina started moaning.
I watched them pleasure each other for ten or fifteen minutes. By
then, my cock was almost uncomfortably stiff, so I decided to get
into the action. I stepped behind Gina and put one knee on the
couch. Kendall looked up at me and grinned. She smiled and spread
Gina's pussy for me. I scooted forward and set the tip of my cock
at Gina's entrance. Then I gripped her hips. In one smooth
motion, I sank into her steamy depths. She moaned but didn't stop
eating Kendall's pussy.
I began thrusting into Gina with slow, measured strokes, fucking
her for several long minutes. In a feat of incredible
concentration, Gina kept her attention on Kendall's pussy. As I
continued plowing into Gina, Kendall began moaning and thrashing
her head. I started grinding my hips as I thrust into Gina, and
she soon stopped tonguing Kendall, all of her attention focused
on my invading shaft.
"Fuck me in the ass, Paul," Gina moaned. "I want to feel you in
my ass."
Without breaking my rhythm, I spread her cheeks and placed the
ball of my thumb against her dark brown pucker. She moaned and
then pleaded with me to shove my cock in her ass. I pressed
harder with my thumb and kept pumping into her pussy.
"Please, fuck me in the ass," she begged. "Oh, I'm so hot, Paul.
Please." She lifted her head and looked over her shoulder at me.
"I'm so ready for it," she panted. "Give me your gorgeous cock in
the ass."
Who was I to refuse?
I didn't even waste time looking for the suntan oil. When I slid
my cock from her pussy, it was already liberally covered in her
slippery juices, so I merely set the head against her pucker and
pushed gently. As I eased forward, she groaned her encouragement.
When I felt the ring of her anus begin to relax, I pushed forward
again, a little more forcefully. Suddenly, the glans slipped
inside and she moaned in ecstasy.
"Oh, my goodness," Kendall said from between Gina's legs. "You
gotta do me next."
"Oooooh," Gina moaned. "It feels _so_ good, Kendall. You're going
to... ah... you're going to love it." Then she looked over her
shoulder at me, her eyes smoldering.
I slowly worked my cock into her vise-like ass. I had to pull
back and then thrust forward a few times, but I slowly drove my
girth into her tight opening. She hung her head as I moved back
and forth, and I could hear Kendall gasping with surprise as my
cock slipped deeper into the darker girl. Finally, my hips ground
against Gina's round ass.
"Oh, my," Kendall breathed. "That's so sexy." Then she moaned
lustfully and began sucking Gina's clit.
While Kendall worked Gina's pussy, I worked her ass, and the dark
girl was soon moaning in rapture. I thrust into her slowly at
first, but increased my pace as she became more accustomed to my
thickness. After only a few minutes, I felt her tense up. Her ass
gripped my shaft as her orgasm built. When it finally hit, she
arched her back and moaned, low and loud.
Finally, she collapsed forward, pulling off my dick as she did.
Kendall looked at me as I sat back. Then she smiled lustfully.
With gentle prodding, she wriggled out from under the nearly
incoherent Gina. Like a tall sprite, she jumped up, kissed my
cheek, then moved toward the backpack. Once there, she retrieved
the oil and gazed at me salaciously.
"I'm not afraid of flying," she said with a grin.
Then she knelt in front of me and squirted some oil into her
palm. With intense concentration, she spread it over my shaft.
While she did, Gina languidly turned over and watched us, her
eyes hooded.
Next, Kendall squirted some more oil in her palm. Then she stood
up, bent over the couch, and spread the oil between her cheeks.
When she was satisfied, she looked over her shoulder and nodded.
"I'm ready."
"Are you sure?" I asked. "It might hurt."
"I've read about it before. I'm sure."
"The real thing's a lot different than reading about it," I
cautioned.
"I know. Alcohol doesn't make you do things you don't wanna," she
explained slowly. "It just gives you the courage to do things
you're scared to do other... otherwise."
As Kendall braced herself on the back of the couch, Gina looked
on in interest. I nodded at Kendall's logic. Even drunk, she made
sense, so I stepped forward and spread her cheeks. Her slippery
crack glistened in the faint light from the outside as I aimed my
shaft at her ass.
She tensed up when it first touched her, but then quickly
relaxed. I figured that with her incredibly tight pussy, her ass
was going to be even tighter, so I reminded myself to take my
time. To my surprise, I slipped in easily. Kendall groaned as the
first two inches spread her open, but it was clear that it was a
groan of pleasure, not pain.
"Oh, yes," she hissed. "Keep going."
"Are you sure?" I asked, somewhat dubiously.
"I'm sure. It feels wonderful."
Slowly, cautiously, I began sliding the rest of my shaft into
her. When she didn't complain, I kept going until my entire cock
was buried deep inside her.
"Is it all in?" she asked.
Instead of replying, I gripped her waist with both hands and
pressed my hips against her cheeks.
"It feels like I'm so full," she said, a catch in her voice.
At first, I thought the catch might be a sign of pain, so I
readied myself to withdraw the instant she made the request.
Instead, she shivered in pleasure.
"Oh, my goodness," she said, panting.
At that point, Gina sat up and folded her legs under herself.
"Oh, God," she said. "You two look so sexy."
Kendall merely smiled at the darker girl and then gestured for me
to start thrusting. To my surprise, she actually liked it. I had
expected her to be too tight, but she was soon moaning
uncontrollably. She was actually loud enough that I began to
worry someone might hear us, so I slowed down.
Almost immediately, she begged me to speed up again. I merely
shook my head and started pumping into her. By then, Gina was
running her hands up and down Kendall's back and shoulders. Then
she reached under to cup the older girl's swaying breasts, which
caused Kendall to moan again, even louder than before.
As I thrust into her ass, I felt my own orgasm mounting.
"Do you want me to come inside you?" I asked, breathing heavily
from the exertion.
She shook her head, her mane of dark hair swaying from side to
side.
"Where then?"
"Come... on... my... stomach...," she gasped. "So... Gina... can...
lick... it...
off."
"Oh, yes," Gina breathed.
With a groan, I pulled out of Kendall's ass and then she flipped
to her back. Mesmerized, I watched as she began frantically
rubbing her clit.
"Come on my stomach," she begged.
I shook my head to clear it and quickly grabbed my slick shaft.
Then Gina bent over Kendall and kissed her deeply. Kendall's
fingers were a blur as she drove herself toward her orgasm.
Just as hers hit, I felt the first twinges of my own. She tensed
up and then Gina pulled back when she heard me groan. As Kendall
froze, rigid with ecstasy, I arched my back, all my muscles going
taut. With a rush, the first blast of semen exploded from my
shaft.
Gina cried out in surprise as I pumped my fist. Liquid ecstasy
erupted from deep within me, coating Kendall's fluttering tummy
with white drops of my essence. The entire time, she never
stopped fingering herself, so her hand and arm were splattered as
well.
When I finally stopped spurting, I relaxed and slowly opened my
eyes. Droplets of come were spread all over Kendall's midsection,
from her breasts to her close-trimmed pubic hair. A huge drop had
coated the bauble on the end of her waist chain, which was
resting near her bellybutton.
While I panted, Gina greedily licked up my semen. Her tongue
circled Kendall's left nipple and then moved lower. With soft
moans, she cleaned the older girl, swallowing my seed as she
collected it. I moved to the side and then staggered backward,
sitting heavily in one of the easy chairs. As I watched, my chest
heaving, Gina moved between Kendall's legs and continued her
quest for my come.
-----
We all got cleaned up a little later. The girls pinned their hair
up so it wouldn't get wet and we crowded into the shower to wash
each other. Exhaustion finally began to take its toll, and the
girls were ready to collapse by the time we dried off. And while
they had sobered up a little, they were both still comfortably
drunk.
Since it was already past Kendall's curfew, I quickly escorted
her to her camper.
"It's going to take me a while to get to sleep tonight," she said
as we stood outside the closed camper door. She kept her voice
pitched low so no one would overhear us.
I arched my eyebrows.
"I'll be thinking of you," she said with a shy grin. "And..." She
stepped into my arms and pulled one of my hands to her ass. "I'll
be thinking about tonight," she said, her forehead pressed to
mine. "I really like it... you know... in my butt."
"I do too," I said and then kissed her.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too."
Then she opened the camper door and stepped inside. Fortunately
for us, her parents were already asleep. Drew was asleep as well,
but he awoke when the door creaked. (His bunk was over the
driver's compartment, only a few feet away.)
When I saw him, I froze. He could make my life very difficult if
he chose to, and I tensed for whatever he might do. To my
surprise, he tossed his head at me in a "Hey, what's up?"
gesture, which I returned. Then he grinned, rolled away from us,
and pulled up his sheet. I had half expected trouble from him,
but he must've been in a good mood. I resolved to ask my sister
just what she and Leah had been up to with him.
I shoved that thought aside and breathed a sigh of relief as I
kissed Kendall a final time. She glanced toward her bed (the
dinette converted to an almost-full-sized bed), blew me a kiss,
then closed the door. I lingered for a moment and then walked
toward my cabin.
Once there, I walked up the steps, ready to escort Gina home. I
began to panic when I couldn't find her. I was really starting to
get worked up when I finally spotted her on my bed. When she
didn't answer as I called her name, I climbed up the ladder and
looked at her. She was sleeping soundly, her breathing deep and
regular.
_Now I know how the little bear from Goldilocks felt,_ I thought
with a hint of sarcasm. _Only the little bear didn't have a
beautiful exhausted naked girl in his bed._ Then I grinned
roguishly. _I guess it sucks to be the little bear._
Since my parents hadn't made it home yet, I didn't see any need
to disturb Gina. When Mom and Dad returned, I'd wake her and
escort her to her cabin. Until then, I was content to crawl
behind her, wrap her in my arms, and pull the sheet over us.
-----
"She's asleep with Paul," I heard my mom say sometime later.
I cracked an eyelid and tried to wake up. My muscles felt like
rubber bands and my thoughts were fuzzy. The porch light was on,
but beyond that, my vision was blocked by the open cabin door and
Gina's hips. I didn't know what time it was, but I didn't feel
like I'd been asleep more than an hour.
"Do you want us to take her up to our cabin?" Chris asked softly.
They must have been talking right in the entryway. I started to
speak, but decided to keep my mouth shut and listen for a moment.
"You could just let her sleep here," Mom said.
"What do you think?" Chris asked Elizabeth.
"It's her last night," Elizabeth replied, "she's already asleep,
and it's half past three."
_Wow! I _had_ been asleep a while._
"So I think it's all right if she spends the night with Paul,"
Elizabeth continued. "If that's all right with you, Beth."
"They should be fine together. What do you think, honey?" Mom
asked Dad.
"Hey," Dad said with a soft chuckle. "Don't ask me. When I was
his age, I'd've given my right arm to spend the night with my
girlfriend."
"I take it that means you think it's fine."
"Yep," he answered succinctly.
"Okay then," Chris said. "We've got your daughter and you've got
ours. Do you want any more? We've got another two where she came
from."
Elizabeth chastened him playfully.
At that point, I heard them bid each other goodnight, with what
sounded like hugs and kisses. The porch light stayed on as Gina's
parents headed back into the night. After a few minutes, my
parents turned it off.
"I think they'll be fine for one night," Mom said softly as they
climbed into bed.
"Yeah," Dad agreed.
"But if we're in the mood in the morning," she said coquettishly,
"we'll have to make sure we're quiet."
"Well," he replied evenly, but with a humorous lilt to his tone,
"it's not like they haven't seen us have sex before."
"Mmm hmm. Hopefully, they'll sleep late in the morning," she
said. "From the looks of things, they had quite a party here."
_Oops,_ I thought. _We forgot to clean up our champagne cups._
"And there _was_ the champagne bottle by Susan's patio," Dad
said.
_Double oops!_
"So you're probably right," he continued, "I think they'll sleep
late."
"Mmmmm," Mom practically purred. "Morning sex. Yummy."
"You're going to suck me dry one day, baby."
"Not hardly," she whispered, a grin in her voice.
"Well, you're welcome to try."
"Mmm hmm."
With that, they grew silent. I snuggled closer to Gina, pressing
my body against her soft skin. Her breathing was still regular
and deep, so I gently cupped her breast, closed my eyes, and
drifted off to sleep.
-----
Sometime very early in the morning, I felt Gina move. When she
rolled over in a panic, I opened my eyes sleepily.
"Paul," she whispered. "My parents are gonna kill me."
"Relax," I mumbled.
"You don't understand! I've got to get home. Maybe they haven't
realized I'm not there. Maybe--"
I put my finger over her lips and silenced her. "Your parents
stopped by here on their way home last night," I said softly.
Then I yawned. "They said you could sleep here."
Her eyes nearly bugged out.
"Now go back to sleep."
"Are you serious?" she asked urgently.
"Yeah. I woke up when my mom and dad got home. I heard the whole
thing."
"Oh, Paul," she gushed. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," I mumbled as she kissed me.
"I'll be right back," she said. "I gotta go to the bathroom."
When she returned, she snuggled under the covers and backed her
ass against my dick. I was almost asleep again, and in no mood to
fool around, so she settled for softly kissing my hand as I
hugged her tight.
-----
When I awoke again (sort of), it was shortly before dawn. The sky
was beginning to lighten but I couldn't hear any birdcalls yet.
My dick was very hard, and it pressed against a wonderful,
smooth, warm ass. As I shifted, Gina turned quietly, her eyes
bright.
"Morning," she breathed.
I nodded silently and snuggled deeper into the pillow.
She, however, had other ideas, so she reached out and started
stroking my hard-on. I thought that if I ignored her, she might
stop, but she didn't seem to get the message.
"Mmmmm," she said very softly. "How about a good morning
blowjob?"
Without waiting for me to answer, she disappeared under the
covers. When her lips wrapped around my glans, I decided to relax
and enjoy myself. So I closed my eyes and put my hand on the back
of her head.
She took her time and sucked me slowly, her velvety mouth
caressing my shaft. I don't know how long she sucked me, but it
felt like only a few minutes. With a nearly silent groan, I
filled her mouth with come. When she came up for air, I cracked
an eyelid and returned her smile.
"I love you," she said quietly.
"Mmm hmm, love you too," I mumbled. Then I yawned contentedly and
closed my eyes.
-----
Later, I opened my eyes and panicked when I felt someone next to
me. I relaxed when I realized it was Gina, but I was already
hopelessly awake.
_I don't wanna get up yet,_ I silently lamented. Then I stretched
and yawned mightily. Gina felt me move and turned toward me.
"Your mom and dad just got in the shower," she said.
"That's cool."
"Did you know that your mom can take your dad's whole dick down
her throat?" she asked. She sounded disgustingly chipper.
I nodded.
"That was so cool. I wish I could get more of yours down my
throat."
I shrugged.
"I mean, I don't think I'll ever be able to. I just gag when it
goes too far. My mom can't take my dad all the way either, so I
think it must run in the family."
"I guess," I said sleepily.
"But I still wish I could. I'd love to feel you all the way down
my throat. God, that'd be so cool."
I nodded again, still not in a conversational mood. I don't know
why I was feeling surly, but I was. I guess it was because Gina
was leaving. Or maybe it was because she seemed to think I was
her own personal semen factory.
"Oh, yeah," she said suddenly, "thanks for last night. I had a
really good time."
That brightened my mood a little, so I smiled.
"God, Kendall was really hot, wasn't she?"
I nodded.
"I mean, after yesterday at the quarry, I didn't think she'd go
down on me again. I dunno why, but I just didn't. And she's a
really good kisser. Did you know that? Duh, silly," she said to
herself, "of course he would."
I cracked my eyes again and simply shook my head, marveling at
what a good mood she was in.
"You're teasing me, aren't you?" she asked.
I shrugged.
"Well, I've been awake for a while."
"And I haven't," I said, my voice gravelly.
"You woke up long enough, earlier."
I thought about telling her I'd slept through that too, but
didn't. In the first place, it wasn't true. In the second place,
I decided that it would be a really bad idea to even joke about.
Instead, I nodded and smiled.
"God," she said. "I like sleeping with you. I slept like a baby."
"Are you always this cheerful in the morning?" I asked.
"Only when I wake up next to the man who makes my heart go
pitter-pat," she said sweetly.
From the bathroom, we heard the shower shut off.
"I can't wait to move to Atlanta," she said. "That is just so
cool." Then she shrugged. "I'm gonna miss my friends, though,
especially Lisa."
"You'll have to invite her to come for a visit," I said, shoving
my arm behind my head and trying to wake up.
"Ooooh, yeah. That's a great idea. You'd like her, she's real
cute. She's got these really cute boobs, too. They're smaller
than mine, but real firm."
I nodded in appreciation.
"And I just know she'd love to join us. She even said so, when I
was first telling her about what it was like to suck you off. She
said you sounded like a great guy. Boy, she doesn't know the half
of it, huh?"
I merely shook my head, rolled my eyes at her exuberance, and
yawned.
"Seriously, I know she'd like you. If her parents'll let her come
stay with us, you'll have the two of us to take care of you. For
a few days, at least."
"But what if I don't want to have sex with her?" I asked. That
concept seemed to have completely escaped Gina's thought process.
"Of course you'll wanna have sex with her," she said as if she
were stating the obvious. "She's super cool, and she's got a
great body."
I decided it wasn't worth the argument, so I simply nodded in
agreement and tried to look enthusiastic.
When the bathroom door opened, Gina sat up and faced my parents.
"Good morning," Mom said.
"Good morning," Gina replied. "Thanks for letting me sleep here
last night. I guess I kinda fell asleep before Paul could walk me
home."
"It's no problem. Your parents stopped by on their way home, and
they decided that you could spend the night here with Paul."
Gina nodded.
"Did you two sleep well?"
"I slept great, thanks," Gina said, chipper again. "Paul's still
trying to sleep, though. Or does he always do the nod, shrug, and
not talk thing in the morning?"
"Not always," Mom said with a laugh. "But he's pretty good at
talking without actually talking."
"No kidding."
"Do you two want the bathroom?" Mom asked. "There should be more
hot water in a little while, but I think we left you a little."
Gina turned to lift an eyebrow at me, but I only shook my head.
"No, thanks," she said when she turned to face my mom again. "Is
it okay if we just hang out up here?"
"Sure, honey," Mom said. "Although I think we're going to meet
your parents for breakfast."
"Okay. Do you think it's okay with them if I stay here?"
"I think that'd be fine," Mom said.
"Thanks," Gina said with entirely too much enthusiasm.
A few minutes later, my parents left, headed down the hill to
meet the Coulters. Gina draped herself across my chest and smiled
down at me.
"So, pitter-pat man, what should we do now that we're alone?" she
asked, the answer evident in her expression.
"We should let me get up and go to the bathroom," I said.
"And then?"
"And then we'll see what comes up."
"Ooooh," she purred. "I think I'm gonna like what comes up."
When I emerged from the bathroom--after brushing my teeth and
then taking a leak--I climbed into the top bunk and crawled into
Gina's arms. As I held myself above her, her expression softened
and she pulled me down into a kiss.
"Mmmmm, minty fresh."
I nodded.
"I don't want to leave today," she said, pouting. "But I guess
it's okay, 'cause I'll see you soon."
I nodded and then kissed her again.
"I know sometimes I get kinda over-enthusiastic," she said
pensively, "and I'm sorry. I guess I just get so excited when I
think about being with you."
I nodded again.
"It's just that sometimes, I think I'm gonna explode if I don't
tell you how much I love you. I wanna _show_ you how much I love
you too. That's one of the reasons I love sucking you off," she
said, gazing at me seriously. Then she shrugged. "But I guess I
also kinda miss when we have slow sex. You know?"
"Mmm hmm."
"It's different when you're with Kendall," she said suddenly.
"Isn't it?"
"Sure, you're different girls."
"That's not what I mean. I guess it's just 'cause I've been so
horny lately. And maybe it's because I knew we were gonna be
apart for... well, for however long it would've taken you to fly to
Charleston."
"Uh-huh."
"But I kinda miss being alone with you." She shrugged. "Whenever
I see you and Kendall together, I just get so worked up, but
sometimes, it's like I'm interrupting you."
"You're not."
She nodded. "I know, but still..." She paused for a moment and then
looked thoughtful. "Do you think we could just make love this
morning?" she asked shyly. "You know, just slow and gentle."
"I'd like that," I said sincerely.
We kissed for a long time after that, and a lot of my doubts and
fears seemed to evaporate. And even though my erection pressed
into her soft belly, she made no move to get me to enter her. I
think she knew this would probably be our last time alone, and
she wanted to make the most of it. I know I certainly did, but I
was glad she felt the same way.
After a while, I trailed butterfly kisses down her stomach and
then settled between her legs. She sighed and ran her hand
through my hair. I took my time with her, spreading her labia
with my tongue and gently teasing her clit. When I slowly spread
her moisture around and then inserted two fingers, she gasped and
lifted her hips. I sucked her inner lips into my mouth and began
slowly thrusting my fingers into her.
When she finally pulled me up, I set my cock at her opening and
effortlessly slid into her. We stayed like that for a long time,
neither of us feeling the need to move our hips. Instead, we
kissed each other passionately, languidly, teasingly, and more.
As I finally began thrusting within her, she clutched me tight
and whispered how much she loved me.
Our bodies pressed together as we rocked against each other and
my skin tingled wherever we touched. She came before I did,
arching her back to press her clit against my hard shaft. I
lifted her and sucked her nipples as her pussy spasmed around my
invading manhood. When her orgasm subsided, she urged me to fuck
her, gazing into my eyes with all the love and devotion I could
hope for. Finally, I closed my eyes and filled her with my seed.
We lay together in a companionable silence for a long time after
that. She idly traced circles around my stomach with her finger,
content to simply watch the rise and fall of my chest as I
breathed.
Finally, after what seemed like a short time, but was probably
closer to thirty minutes, we got up and showered. Then, hand-in-
hand, we walked down to the clubhouse to begin our last few hours
together.
-----
Gina and her family left shortly after lunch. My family was there
to see them off, of course, as were the Paytons. Susan and Stacy
were there as well. Gina cried briefly as I hugged her tight.
Then we separated so I could say goodbye to the rest of her
family.
Kara winked at me before she hugged me. It would probably be a
while before I saw her again, since she was going to stay in
Charleston, but I was sure she'd visit her family's new home
sooner or later. Leah gave me a big hug as well, and even kissed
my cheek. The hug she gave Erin was even longer, and she looked
like she wanted to cry when she pulled back.
As Susan, my parents, and Kendall's parents said goodbye to Chris
and Elizabeth, Leah hugged Drew. Stacy and Kara talked quietly to
the side, and I could tell that Kara was wishing her good luck.
Kendall and Gina had a quiet conversation which ended with both
of them getting teary-eyed.
After everyone had said goodbye to each of the Coulters, Gina
hugged me again. Before we parted, I kissed her one last time.
"I'll see you soon," I said. "Okay?"
She sniffled and then nodded.
"I love you."
"I love you too." Then she turned to Kendall and hugged the
taller girl again. "I love you so much," she said.
"I love you too," Kendall replied.
"We'll visit Knoxville as soon as we can," Gina said. "Take care
of him for me."
Kendall smiled and nodded.
Then Gina hugged me one final time. The rest of her family was
waiting by the car, so I tried to keep it brief. When she finally
pulled away, she sniffled and then smiled bravely.
"See you in a few weeks," she said. "I love you."
"I love you too. Bye."
"Goodbye."
Then the Coulters got into their station wagon and backed onto
the camp road. We shouted and waved until they were out of sight.
Then we all turned to head back down to the lake, our mood
subdued. I hung back with Kendall and then slipped my arm around
her waist.
"Did you two have a good morning together?" she asked.
I nodded.
"I kinda tried to give you some space," she said. "You know, so
you could be alone together."
"Thanks."
"I miss her already."
"Me too. But..."
"But?" she asked, trying not to sound hopeful. She didn't really
succeed.
"But I'm really going to enjoy some time alone with you. I mean,
I love Gina, but it's been kinda intense for the past couple of
weeks."
She nodded and then wiped her eyes.
"So I guess I'm looking forward to relaxing for a little while."
"Not too much, I hope," she said with a shy grin.
"Not too much."
-----
Later that afternoon, Stacy left camp as well. She had to get
back to her trailer to pack her things. Susan was going to spend
the day with her on Monday and Tuesday to help. Then on
Wednesday, we were all going to help her move to Columbia. Before
then, however, she had a lot of things to do.
Kendall and I walked up the hill with my parents to see her off.
While it was a far less emotional farewell than the Coulters' had
been, she was still sad to be leaving. I think in a way, we'd
been like family to her. I know I felt like a protective younger
brother (albeit one who had fucked her silly, which brothers
aren't supposed to do).
After only a few minutes, my parents and Susan moved to the
courtyard so Stacy and I could have a few moments alone. When
Kendall started to walk away as well, Stacy called her back.
"You take care of him," Stacy said to the taller girl. "Okay?"
"I will," Kendall said. "You're not... um... upset?"
"Yeah, a little. But I guess I do still love him." Then she
laughed ruefully. "What do you think he did to deserve women like
us?"
"I have no idea," Kendall replied, laughing, "but it must've
been something good."
"No kidding." Then she sobered. "Do you mind if we have a minute
or two?"
"Not at all," Kendall answered quickly. She looked like she
wanted to kiss me before she walked away, but she pulled herself
up short at the last moment. With a diffident grin, she headed
toward the courtyard.
"I do still love you, you know," Stacy said, stepping close.
I gathered her into my arms. "I love you too," I said. "Does that
mean you forgive me?"
"No," she said with feigned irritation. Then she turned serious.
"You did break my heart, but... I understand. I don't like it, and
it's gonna take a long time before I'm really over you, but I
guess I understand."
"I'm... I'm sorry," I said softly.
"I know." When she looked up, two tears rolled down her cheeks.
"I wish I could've met a guy like you when I was Kendall's age,"
she said. "Instead of Randy."
I nodded.
"I think I'd be a lot happier today if I had."
"But you wouldn't be as strong," I said.
"And I wouldn't've met you, or Susan." Then she turned
introspective. "She's been a better mother than my real one ever
was. The Johnsons, the people who own the trailer park, have
really watched out for me, but without Susan..."
"Yeah. I know what you mean."
"Yeah," she said, nodding. "I guess it's the same for you, more
or less. She's helped us both. A lot." Then she looked up
wistfully. "I'm gonna miss you."
"I'm gonna miss you too."
"No you won't," she said, almost bleakly. "You've got Kendall."
"And you've got Jason."
Her eyes brightened immediately. "You'll get to meet him on
Wednesday," she said. "He's going to help me move." Then she
looked down and musingly asked, "Do you think I'll be happy with
him?"
In a repeat from the night before, I lifted her chin with my
finger. "Stacy, from everything I've heard, Jason sounds like the
perfect guy for you. But you've got to _let_ yourself be happy.
Look at it this way... First, you met Randy, the asshole. Then you
met me, the nice guy."
"Who broke my heart."
"Who broke your heart," I echoed. Then I continued. "Finally, you
met Jason. Now," I said, pausing for effect, "I don't know about
you, but _I_ think things are getting better and better for you."
"You really think so?"
"I do," I said with a firm nod. "So give Jason a chance. I think
he'll make you very happy."
"I think you're right," she said with a shy blush.
"I _know_ I'm right."
With that, I bent to kiss her. It wasn't the yearning, desperate,
passion-filled kiss we'd shared the night before, but as we
kissed each other on the cheek, I could tell that the emotion was
still there.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"Thank _you_."
We parted and she stuck her head into the courtyard to say she
was ready to leave. Susan hugged her a final time and said she'd
be at Stacy's trailer by nine the following morning. With a wave,
Stacy got into her car and then drove off.
Afterward, Kendall and I went into Susan's house to call Amy. I
told Kendall that she didn't need to be with me, but she
insisted. Unlike Gina--who was still testy when it came to Amy--I
knew that Kendall would be supportive. Susan ensconced us in her
office and then quietly left the room.
"Do you want me to go?" Kendall asked.
"Not really," I said. "Do you mind staying?"
"Not at all," she said as she scooted close and took my hand.
It took me a moment to remember Amy's phone number, but I
eventually dredged it up. With a heavy hand, I dialed the phone.
It clicked several times and I shamefully hoped that the call
might not go through, but it eventually started ringing.
Her older brother answered. "Hello?"
Then I told him who was calling and asked to speak to Amy.
"Just a minute."
I almost counted the seconds as they drew out.
"Paul?!" Amy asked, breathless.
"Hi...," I said. I almost said "Hi, kitten." Luckily, I caught
myself in time.
"It's so good to hear your voice," she said. "Did you get my
letters?"
"Yes," I said evenly.
"How many did you get?" she asked with affected unconcern.
"Um, just the big one with all the others in it," I lied. I'd
debated whether or not to tell her the truth or simply not to
mention the angry letter. I'd decided not to mention it, unless
she asked. That is, until I got on the phone with her. I _hated_
lying to her, but I'd just done it. "You mentioned something in
your note, but I didn't get any other letter."
"It must've gotten lost in the mail," she said with obvious
relief.
"Yeah, I guess. What did it say?" I mentally cursed myself for
asking the question.
"Um... oh... not much, really. It was mostly about... you know...
stuff."
"Oh. Okay."
"I miss you," she said, changing the subject.
"I know." She was obviously fishing for me to say I missed her
too, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
"I'm so sorry about how I acted," she said in a rush. "I never
meant to get angry at you."
"It's okay," I said. "I understand. I was pretty angry too."
"It's all my fault," she said. "I'm so sorry."
"Well," I said evenly, "it wasn't _all_ your fault."
"Yes it was. I'm so sorry. Will you ever forgive me?"
"Of course," I said immediately.
"Oh, thank you, Paul. I love you so much. And I miss you. When
are you coming home?"
"Um... in three weeks."
"I can't wait to see you. Do you want me to meet you at your
house? I could get Scott and Shannon to drop me off."
"No," I said quickly. "That's okay. I don't know exactly when
we're gonna get home."
"Oh. Okay."
"Besides, we need to talk."
"Talk?" she asked in a tremulous voice.
"Um... yeah."
"About what?"
"Just stuff," I said.
"What kind of stuff?"
"You know, stuff about you and me."
"Oh."
"We can talk when I get home though. I'm not supposed to be using
this phone, especially for long distance." _Another lie!
Aaaaaaargh! Stop it!_ Kendall squeezed my hand and I rolled my
eyes at her, silently castigating myself. "So I guess I'd better
go," I continued.
"Okay," Amy said. "I'm glad you called."
"Me too. It was good talking to you. We'll talk more when I get
home."
"Okay." She paused and I could almost hear her gathering her
courage. "Paul?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you," she said.
"I love you too," I answered automatically. "But I gotta go.
Bye."
"Bye."
"_Why_ did I have to tell her I loved her?" I asked the ceiling
after I hung up. It, of course, didn't have a good answer.
"Because you didn't want to hurt her by not saying it," Kendall
said reasonably. "At least, not over the phone." Then she
shrugged. "And it's not like it wasn't true."
I looked at her blankly.
"A small part of you does still love her," she said.
I shrugged, nodding. "But I wish I hadn't said it."
"It's okay."
"And I wish I hadn't lied to her."
"Paul," Kendall said seriously, "everyone lies about things. Most
of the time, it's only little things, like with you and Amy."
"Those weren't little things," I said, trying not to sound testy.
"Flat out telling her I didn't get the fourth letter and that I
shouldn't be using the phone... those were lies, and big ones."
"Yeah," she said with a shrug, "in a way they were. But you gave
her a sense of relief by telling them. She'd only make herself
feel worse than she already does if she'd known you read that
fourth letter. And if she thought you could use the phone freely,
she'd eventually wonder why you hadn't called her before now, or
why you couldn't talk longer."
"Yeah, but I still shouldn't've lied."
"I know, but sometimes you need to tell little white lies."
"But I'm not _like_ that," I protested. "I _hate_ lying."
"I know you do. That's what makes you a good guy. But this time,
you did it for the right reasons."
"I don't think so," I said glumly.
"You did. Trust me."
-----
The rest of the afternoon, I was in a mild funk. I fretted about
what I would say to Amy when I got home. And I worried about how
my mood was affecting Kendall, which only made things worse. One
problem seemed to feed the other.
After dinner, I saw Susan and Kendall talking on one of the
couches in the clubhouse. I hung around for about half an hour,
until they were done. Afterward, Susan approached me. She linked
her arm though mine and we walked toward the other side of the
building. When we reached a relatively quiet area, she turned and
regarded me levelly.
"Listen," she said, "you had something tough to do this
afternoon. You might not've done as well as you could have, but
from what Kendall says, you did all right."
I nodded sullenly.
"So you had to swallow a bitter pill," she said. "You knew this
was coming."
"Yeah."
"Sometimes, you have to do what's right, not what you want.
Remember?"
I nodded.
"That's part of being an adult."
"Then why does anyone even _want_ to be an adult?"
To my surprise, she laughed richly. "To tell you the truth, I
have _no_ idea."
I glared at her, which only made her laugh again.
"Talk to Kendall," she said peremptorily. "She understands. When
you shut her out, it hurts her too."
I nodded again and tried not to look morose.
"Kendall loves you, and she's a good judge of character. She gets
it from her father. He likes you too. If you weren't a good man,
neither of them would have anything to do with you. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"That's better," she said, a grin in her voice.
_How could she think this was so funny?_
"Seriously, talk to Kendall. That's what friends are for. And
more importantly, that's what _girl_friends are for. She's a very
perceptive young woman, and she knows that part of what's
bothering you has to do with her. So tell her about it. Talk it
out. You'll feel better and she'll understand that it's not
something she's done."
"You really think it'll help?" I asked. I tried not to look as
goofy and hopeful as I felt, but I don't think I succeeded.
"Have I steered you wrong before?"
"No," I said, the beginning of a smile quirking my lips. "But
there's always that first time."
"You're right," she said with a grin. "But this isn't it. Now go
talk to your girlfriend. Shoo!"
On impulse, I kissed her on the cheek and then turned to find
Kendall. Without being prompted, Mom pointed me toward the
clubhouse's side porch. As I strode purposefully toward the door,
I got the sneaking suspicion that she and Susan were once again
in cahoots. With a rueful grin, I shook my head and stepped
outside. Kendall stood up as soon as I approached.
"Hey," I said lamely.
"Hey."
"Do you wanna go for a walk?" I asked. "I kinda feel like
talking."
"Okay," she said, smoothing her waist chain unconsciously.
We talked for a long time that night, about Amy, Gina, and
countless other things. She understood a surprising amount of
what I'd been thinking, and the simple act of saying things out
loud made me feel better. She listened like Susan did, without
interrupting or asking questions, for which I was grateful. By
the time I dropped her off at her camper, I felt immensely
better. As I kissed her goodnight, I suddenly realized that we
hadn't done anything more than talk.
"What?" she asked, when she saw me tense up.
"Sorry," I said sheepishly. "I guess we talked all night."
She nodded.
"Did you wanna...?"
"Not unless you want to," she replied. "We can, if you want."
"_Do_ you want to? I mean, we could go somewhere, if you want."
She shook her head and then kissed me tenderly. "No, I'm fine.
I've enjoyed tonight. More than I can tell you."
"Are you sure?"
"Very," she said simply.
I leaned in to kiss her again, enjoying the taste of her full
lips, the feel of her breasts as they pressed against my chest.
"I really like it when we... you know," she said.
I nodded.
"But tonight was ten times better than that. Tonight was like I
could see inside your soul."
"Is that a good thing?"
She nodded, her smile lighting up the night.
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