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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 30
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, MF, teen, oral, voy, exhib, safe
Revision: 1.01
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This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It 
contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you 
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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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any of the activities described in this story.

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

CHAPTER THIRTY

When I told Kendall about my conversation with her mother, she 
dropped her jaw and simply stared at me. As the day wore on, 
nothing was said about the Winnebago Incident. By dinnertime, she 
wasn't exactly relaxed, but she wasn't a nervous wreck either.

The only time her mother even alluded to the events in the 
Winnebago was after dinner. Kendall's eye was still red and 
irritated, so Melissa examined it critically. Kendall looked like 
she wanted to slink away and hide, but she reluctantly submitted 
to her mother's gentle touch.

Finally, Melissa rummaged in one of the camper's cabinets and 
produced some eye drops, which she delicately administered. When 
Adam asked what the problem was, she glibly told him Kendall had 
gotten sand in her eye. After that, Melissa sent us on our way 
with a smile. As Kendall and I walked down to the clubhouse, she 
shook her head in confusion.

"I know she's gonna go through the roof," she said. "What's she 
waiting for?"

"I told you what she said," I repeated. "I don't think she's 
gonna freak out."

"You don't know her."

"Well," I said evenly, trying to hide my exasperation, "if you 
know her so well, please explain to me why she hasn't done 
anything already. I mean, your dad even asked what was wrong with 
your eye. She could've told him then. Heck," I said, waving my 
arms, "she could've told him when he first got to the camper, but 
she didn't. Instead, you heard what she did."

"Yeah."

"I'm telling you, your mother knows you're not a little girl 
anymore. She _said_ so. And you're always saying that your 
parents don't have sex, even with all evidence to the contrary. 
But think about this: how's your mom know what getting semen in 
the eye feels like?"

"I hadn't thought about that," she admitted.

"Uh-huh." Then I pulled up short and turned toward her. I 
gathered her into my arms and gazed at her seriously. "You know 
how I trust you when you tell me what other people are thinking, 
or why they do things?"

She nodded.

"Well, it's your turn to trust _me_ on something. Your mother 
knows we're having sex."

"Don't remind me."

"It's the truth," I said. "So trust me when I tell you I think 
she's okay with it. Her only major comment was that we should be 
more careful. Sweetie, listen to me. She knows you're happy, and 
I think that's all that matters to her. She knows you're not a 
little girl anymore. And she knows you and I are doing things men 
and women do together. Heck, we're doing the same things she and 
your father do."

She lowered her eyes, blushing. But then she reluctantly nodded.

"She knows you're growing up, and she's treating you like a 
woman, not a child. Believe me, I know how weird it is. It 
freaked me out when my mom started talking to _me_ like I was an 
adult. Your mom's doing the same thing with you." Then I paused 
and pressed my forehead against hers. "Welcome to the club," I 
said softly.

"But you don't know my mom," she said softly, but without 
conviction.

"And in a lot of ways," I replied gently, "you don't know her 
either. But from what I've seen, she's a pretty cool lady. Maybe 
you _ought_ to get to know her... as an adult. I think you'd like 
her."

She smiled wanly and allowed me to turn us toward the clubhouse. 
The rest of the evening, we spent our time on a couch. Kendall 
lay stretched out with her head in my lap and I merely rubbed her 
temples or ran my fingers through her hair. We talked a little, 
but she was mostly pensive and quiet.

My parents joined us after a while and Kendall held up her end of 
the conversation, but just barely. When Elaine and Dennis joined 
us, Kendall actually sat up and snuggled under my arm. The 
Raefords had met my parents, of course, but they'd had little 
contact with them, so the four of them did most of the talking. 
That seemed to suit Kendall just fine.

Susan returned to camp a while later and came into the clubhouse 
looking drawn. Despite the small size of Stacy's trailer, she had 
evidently accumulated quite a bit of stuff. Susan and Stacy had 
been packing and generally getting ready for the move for the 
better part of two days.

"Do you need some extra help?" Dad asked.

"No," Susan answered. "Paul said he'd help." When I nodded, she 
continued. "He and Jason should be able to lift all the heavy 
stuff. Stacy and I can get the light things."

"I'm still planning to help," Mom said.

"Me too," Kendall said.

"Thanks," Susan replied, smiling gratefully.

"Do you need any extra hands?" Elaine asked.

"Well," Susan said, "I appreciate the offer, but with the four of 
us, plus Stacy and Jason, we should be fine. But now it's time 
for me to get some sleep." Then she turned to Mom. "I'd like to 
leave here by seven thirty. Is that okay with you?"

"That'd be fine," Mom said when both Kendall and I nodded. "We'll 
meet you at your house at seven thirty. Have a nice night."

With that, Susan smiled at all of us and turned to go.

"She looks tired," Dad said, to which Mom nodded. "You sure you 
don't want me to help?"

"Stacy doesn't really have a lot of big pieces of furniture, 
Dad," I said. "And Jason sounds like he's pretty strong. I'm sure 
he and I can get all the big stuff."

"You and Erin can have a father-daughter day," Mom said.

"How would you feel about a father-daughter-Drew day?" Kendall 
joked, smiling for the first time that evening.

After that, the conversation picked up, but it was already late. 
Elaine and Dennis bid us goodnight and then headed back to their 
room. Mom and Dad headed up to our cabin a little later. Shortly 
before midnight, I escorted Kendall to her camper. Her parents 
were asleep, Drew was already home, and the universe hadn't 
ground to a halt.

"Listen," I said, pulling her close, "whatever happens, I love 
you."

"I love you too."

"You should trust me about your mom."

"I'll try."

"See that you do," I said. Then I grinned at my private joke.

She didn't understand why I was grinning, but I guess she was too 
sleepy to ask.

I kissed her again and then she stepped inside, turned, and 
smiled tiredly. With a wave and a smile of my own, I shut the 
door and turned for my cabin.

When I walked into the room, Mom was sitting in one of the easy 
chairs, next to a small lamp. She closed her book and looked up 
when I entered.

"Is everything all right?" she asked quietly, so as not to 
disturb my sleeping father or sister.

I shrugged.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Nah, it's..." Then I paused and reconsidered. "Actually, yeah. Do 
you have a few minutes?"

"Sure," she said, putting her bookmark in place and laying the 
book on the small table.

We walked out onto the porch and I leaned against the rail. Mom 
sat in one of the rocking chairs, crossed her legs, and looked at 
me calmly. In a roundabout way, I told her about the incident in 
the Winnebago. To my utter embarrassment, she couldn't conceal 
her wry grin.

"So what did you do then?" she asked. "When Melissa walked in, I 
mean."

"What could I do? I was... you know... close."

"Did you...?"

I nodded and felt my face heat.

"Oh, Paul," she said softly, standing. Then she moved close. "I'm 
sorry, it's not funny, but..." She shrugged helplessly, her eyes 
glittering with mirth. When she composed herself, she looked at 
me seriously. "Where did you... um... you know?"

"Her face," I said sheepishly.

"Oh, Paul," she said, giggling softly and covering her mouth with 
her hand. "You came on her face?"

"Well, it was right there," I said, trying to keep my voice low. 
"Obviously."

"Obviously," she echoed with a half-suppressed grin.

"What was I _supposed_ to do?"

"I'm sorry," she said, trying not to giggle. "It's just that I 
have this mental image of you, Kendall, and Melissa."

"Trust me," I said unhappily, "it wasn't that funny at the time."

"But you have to admit, it's pretty funny now."

Unfortunately, her quiet laughter was contagious, and I 
reluctantly found myself joining her.

"What happened then?" she asked when we finally quieted.

I told her about Melissa wiping us off and then covering for us 
when Adam came in. I left out the part about Kendall and me 
coming back to our cabin, but I told her about the conversation 
with Kendall's mom afterward.

"So Melissa wasn't upset?" Mom asked.

"She didn't seem to be. I mean, she was upset that we got caught, 
I guess, but not that we were... you know... doing it."

"Is that why Kendall's eye was red?" she asked suddenly.

"Yeah."

"Semen stings," she said matter-of-factly. "A lot."

"You know about that too?" I asked.

She gave me her Really Stupid Question look.

"Oh."

"Yes," she said with a nod. "Your father came in my eye once--
_once_--when we were first dating. Trust me, it only takes one 
time for a woman to learn _that_ lesson."

"Oh."

"It's okay. Kendall will be fine in a day or two," she said 
soothingly. "I know it wasn't your fault, and I'm sure she does 
too."

"I hope so."

"But let's get back to Melissa's reaction." When I nodded, she 
continued. "Do you want me to say anything to her? Melissa, I 
mean?"

I considered it for a moment but then decided against it. "No. I 
think that might only make things worse. But... well... if she talks 
to you about it... um... could you put in a good word for me?"

"I will. But I think you probably already realize that if Melissa 
and Adam were going to do anything, they would've done it 
already."

"Yeah, that's what I told Kendall."

"How's she taking it?"

"She's convinced that her parents are gonna freak out. I guess 
the only thing I can do is try to reassure her, and to make sure 
I'm there for her. You know?"

To my surprise, Mom's eyes misted as she nodded.

"What?" I asked anxiously.

"I'm just proud of you," she said, smiling warmly. "You're such a 
wonderful young man." Then she shrugged. "I know I'm your mother, 
and I'm supposed to say things like that, but it's true. I'm... I'm 
proud of you. That's all."

When she stepped toward me tentatively, I spread my arms and 
hugged her. She squeezed me tight and then pulled back.

"Kendall and Gina are lucky young women," she said, her eyes 
shining.

"I'm the lucky one," I replied, a little embarrassed.

"You all are," she said with feeling. Then she shivered slightly. 
"Okay, time for bed."

"Yes, Mother," I said with good-natured mocking.

-----

The next day, I skipped my workout. Since I'd be spending the day 
lifting furniture and boxes, I figured that I'd get more than 
enough exercise. I showered quickly and then went to the Paytons' 
camper. Kendall answered the door when I knocked softly.

"Morning, gorgeous," I said softly. "How'd you sleep?"

She shrugged noncommittally.

"You didn't get grounded overnight?" I asked facetiously. "They 
didn't clap you in leg irons?"

"No, Mr. Smug," she said with a yawn. "Come on in for a second, 
lemme put my bed away and I'll be ready to go."

I stepped into the quiet camper, helped her smooth the sheets 
out, then folded the bed into the dinette. Then she grabbed her 
toiletries bag and towel before we headed down to the clubhouse. 
While she went to the bathroom, I adjusted the shower for her. 
Despite the fact that I'd already taken one, I joined her.

She began to relax when I took the shampoo from her hand and 
lathered her hair. Then I took my time and massaged her scalp, 
eliciting groans of approval. After she rinsed, I made sure the 
coast was clear and then gently pinned her against the wall with 
my body.

"Nothing has changed between the two of us," I said. Then I 
kissed her. "And whatever happens," I said as we broke the kiss, 
"I love you. I'll _always_ love you."

"Why do I feel like nothing can go wrong as long as you're with 
me?" she asked with a shy grin.

"Because we support each other. We're a team. I'm brawn and 
you're brains. And beauty," I added. "Don't forget beauty."

"You're pretty good-looking yourself," she said, warming to the 
conversation. "And smart, too."

"Not as smart as you," I said. "But that's okay. I'm still 
stronger." With that, I suddenly lifted her into the air.

She shrieked and wrapped her legs around me to stabilize herself. 
Then she laughed and lowered her head to kiss me.

"Are you two at it again?" a voice asked from behind us.

Without lowering Kendall, I turned my head and gazed at Elaine.

"Sorry," Kendall said from above me.

"Oh, don't be," Elaine replied. "I just couldn't resist teasing 
you guys."

"Well," I said judiciously, "we _do_ have a reputation to 
maintain."

"Ha!" Elaine exclaimed. Then she turned and playfully dismissed 
us with a wave over her shoulder. "I'm gonna make coffee."

"And I'm gonna make my girlfriend happy," I said as the older 
woman walked out of earshot. Then I mischievously sucked one of 
Kendall's nipples.

She shrieked again and tried to push me away, but my neck was too 
strong.

Finally, I grinned up at her and lowered her to the tiled floor. 
After that, I gently washed the rest of her. When she turned to 
wash me, I explained that I'd already taken a shower.

"Then what'd you take another one for?" she asked.

"I didn't have a beautiful woman in my shower the first time," I 
said wryly. "Now, let's get dried off. We've got a busy day."

-----

At her camper, Kendall grabbed a change of clothes (so we could 
shower before dinner in Columbia) and then we headed to my cabin. 
I stuffed a pair of jeans, a black Beatles t-shirt, and my shower 
kit into my backpack. Then I put Kendall's clothes on top of mine 
and volunteered to carry Mom's things as well. Finally, the three 
of us walked down the hill.

Right on time, we climbed into Susan's car and headed out. Susan 
and Mom chatted most of the way to the main road, while Kendall 
and I were content to ride in the back seat and watch the 
scenery. Once we reached the highway to town, Kendall snuggled 
under my arm and sighed contentedly.

Just as we arrived at Stacy's trailer, Jason pulled up in a cool-
looking black car. After Susan made introductions, I asked him 
about it. He proudly told me that it was a '69 Pontiac GTO 
hardtop. He even let me sit behind the wheel and start the 
engine, which purred like a kitten (albeit a very _big_ kitten). 
When I looked up, Kendall, Mom, and Susan were grinning at us.

"Will you boys put away your toys so we can get going?" Susan 
asked teasingly.

Jason and I grinned at each other as I shut off the car. Stacy 
greeted us with a smile at the door and then stepped aside to let 
us enter. She smiled at Jason and he affectionately put his arm 
around her as Susan outlined the general plan. Jason and I would 
load the truck while Mom and Kendall "staged" things for us. 
Susan and Stacy would take care of any last-minute packing and 
basically direct things.

It was a straightforward plan, so we all got to work. After we 
moved cars, Jason backed the rented U-Haul into position. When we 
extended the ramp, the end of it rested directly in front of 
Stacy's door. We wheeled the dolly into the house and started 
loading stacks of boxes onto the truck. Jason might have looked 
big and soft, but he was actually pretty strong.

Under Susan's direction, we loaded things in a very specific 
order. She and Stacy had labeled all the boxes with their 
contents and which room they belonged in, so Jason and I had an 
easy time of it. Multiple military moves had turned Susan and Mom 
into moving experts, and we gladly followed their instructions. 
Since the furniture needed to be moved into the new apartment 
first, we loaded it last. By the time we finished loading the 
majority of Stacy's belongings, it was just past eleven o'clock.

It took us about fifteen minutes to get the final few boxes and 
lamps taken care of and then we were ready to go. Mom offered to 
ride with Jason in the truck and Susan asked me if I minded 
driving her car. I was more than happy to, so she decided to ride 
with Stacy. Then Kendall and I climbed into the station wagon and 
waited for everyone else to pull out.

We ate a quick lunch at McDonalds and then got on the road. Once 
we got on the highway to Columbia, Kendall slid next to me and I 
put my arm around her. With the windows rolled down and the radio 
turned up, we brought up the rear of the three-car caravan. The 
drive to Columbia was as boring as ever, but with Kendall for 
company, I didn't mind a bit.

Once we reached the apartment, we all got out of the vehicles and 
stretched. Stacy's new home was in a nice apartment complex and 
close to campus. She had a one-bedroom unit, which was a little 
smaller than her trailer. The bedroom was bigger, if only a 
little, but the living room was smaller.

Because she'd put down her deposit before the usual crowd of 
returning college students, she had gotten lucky enough to get a 
second-floor apartment. With a good-natured groan, Jason and I 
opened the back of the truck. While he extended the ramp, I 
grabbed the dolly. Then I set it aside so we could move the 
furniture by hand. Once we had all the furniture moved up the 
stairs and into the apartment, we grabbed the dolly and started 
moving boxes.

As Jason and I unloaded the truck, all four women worked in the 
apartment itself. The day was sweltering, but even with the 
stairs, it took us half the time to unload as it had to load. 
Soon, the place was piled high with brown cardboard boxes. 
Finally, I followed in the station wagon as Jason drove the truck 
to the local U-Haul place to turn it in.

On the short drive back to the apartment complex, we chatted. He 
seemed like a really nice guy, and he definitely liked Stacy. He 
didn't seem to know about my relationship with her, so I didn't 
say anything about it. If she wanted to tell him, that was fine, 
but I was going to leave it up to her.

When we got back to the apartment, we were amazed. The women had 
been systematically arranging furniture and sorting boxes while 
we were gone. Returning the truck had only taken thirty minutes, 
but they had all the furniture in place and had begun to open 
boxes.

With all six of us working, we quickly unpacked the kitchen, the 
bathroom, and the living room. Jason and I then set up the stereo 
(a housewarming gift from Susan) while all four women unpacked 
Stacy's bedroom. By six thirty, we had most everything unpacked 
and all the boxes collapsed. Stacy still had a lot of arranging 
to do, but the bulk of the work was finished.

Susan suggested that Jason and I go get some cold beers, so we 
headed back out. He drove Stacy's car while I rode shotgun. When 
we returned, Mom was just emerging from the bathroom. Susan had 
already showered and was helping Stacy organize the kitchen.

"Paul," Mom said as I stood out of the way, "the water should be 
hot in about fifteen minutes. You and Kendall can shower next."

Kendall looked at me, eyes wide. Then she leaned close. "Did she 
mean we could shower together?"

"Of course you can shower together," Mom said in a stage whisper 
from behind her.

Kendall nearly jumped out of her skin. Still laughing, Mom joined 
Susan and Stacy in the kitchen. When fifteen minutes had passed, 
I waggled my eyebrows and grabbed Kendall's hand. No one gave us 
a second glance as we shut the bathroom door behind us. We found 
the fresh towels and then grinned shamelessly as we stripped off 
our sweaty, grimy clothes.

In the shower, I dropped to my knees and pressed my face to 
Kendall's sex. With a muffled cry, she tried to push me away. 
Once again, I was too strong for her. I spread her labia with my 
tongue and then circled her hooded clit. As I sucked it gently, 
she hissed in pleasure and steadied herself with her hands on my 
head.

I knew we couldn't do more than fool around, so I didn't linger. 
With a final lick, I stood up, grinning. To my surprise, she 
grinned in reply and slowly sank to her knees. I put my hands on 
my hips and gazed down affectionately as she sucked me to 
erection. With a mischievous wink, she kissed the tip of my dick 
and then stood.

We finished the rest of our shower without molesting each other 
too much. As we dried off, we kept grinning at each other. Then 
she turned and started combing her hair. I looked over her 
shoulder at her foggy reflection in the mirror and shamelessly 
pressed my body against hers. She tried to ignore me as I ran my 
hands over her hips and then around to her stomach. When I cupped 
her breasts and gently pinched her nipples, she sighed and leaned 
back against me.

With a roguish grin, I kissed along her shoulder and then 
released her. She gave me a smoldering look, then resumed combing 
her hair. I waved my dick at her before slipping on my underwear 
and jeans, and she crossed her eyes in reply. Then I gave her my 
best lecherous expression as she slipped on her yellow flower-
print panties. Finally she donned an off-the-shoulder white 
peasant blouse (which was deliciously translucent in the right 
light) and a gauzy, dark blue skirt.

"You look _really_ good in jeans and no shirt," she said, 
admiring me.

I flexed my pecs and squared my shoulders.

"Wow," she breathed. Then she smiled mischievously. "When we get 
back tonight, I'll kiss all your muscles and tell you their 
names."

"There's only one muscle I really want you to kiss."

"Sweetie, that's not a muscle," she said. Then she stepped close 
and ran her hand over my chest. "But it's hard like one," she 
said dreamily.

"Isn't that the way you like it?"

"Mmm _hmm_."

We shared a steamy kiss that was full of promise and then 
separated. I grinned as I slipped my t-shirt over my head. It was 
a lot tighter than I remembered, but it still fit, barely.

"Wow," Kendall said. "You look good in that shirt too. It's so 
tight that I can see all your muscles."

"You look pretty hot yourself," I said. Then I pulled her into my 
arms and we kissed slowly, softly.

"We'd better get back out there," she whispered when we came up 
for air.

With a nod, I opened the door to the hallway. Mom looked up and 
smiled as we stepped into the living room.

"I could get used to being treated like an adult," Kendall 
whispered in my ear as she wrapped her arms around me from behind 
and then rested her chin on my shoulder.

When I turned my head, she kissed me and then hugged me tight.

We made small talk while the water heater cycled. Then Stacy got 
up to take a shower. When Jason didn't immediately follow her, 
she rolled her eyes and gestured for him to join her. With a shy 
smile, he stood and followed her into the bathroom. As Susan and 
Mom grinned at each other, Kendall and I made room on the couch 
and then slouched there exhaustedly.

When Jason and Stacy emerged from the bathroom, we were ready to 
go. Jason drove Stacy's car and Kendall and I rode with Susan and 
Mom. Jason knew a really good seafood place, so we all followed 
him. Once we parked and started toward the restaurant, Kendall 
twined her fingers through mine and glanced at me nervously.

"Our first date," she whispered.

"Mmm hmm."

"I think we may have gotten things a little backward."

"How?" I asked quietly.

"I think it's supposed to go: dating, showering together, _then_ 
sex."

"I thought it was supposed to go: sex, dating, more sex, 
showering together, even _more_ sex."

"You would," she said with a laugh.

"Come on, you two," Susan said from the door.

With shared grins, Kendall and I trotted to catch up.

Once we were seated, Susan ordered a pitcher of beer and six 
glasses. To my surprise, the waitress didn't even ask if Kendall 
and I were old enough. When the pitcher arrived, Susan poured the 
glasses and we offered Stacy a toast to her new apartment.

For dinner, I had a huge plate of shrimp, fried oysters, breaded 
fish, stuffed crab, coleslaw, hush puppies, and French fries. 
Kendall only ate a Caesar salad and broiled salmon, but she 
enjoyed it. I think she was also just happy to be there with me. 
All through dinner, her leg pressed against mine, and she would 
periodically lay her hand on my arm or touch my knee under the 
table.

When we finally finished dinner, it was getting late. Since we 
still had a long drive back to camp, we needed to leave soon. 
Stacy was sorry to see us go, but I think she was also looking 
forward to some time alone with Jason. At her apartment, we 
gathered up our things and then said our farewells. She and Jason 
waved to us from the door as we got into Susan's car and drove 
away.

"That was fun," I said.

"It was," Mom agreed.

"Mmm hmm," Susan added. "But I'm _exhausted_."

"Me too," we all chorused. Then we all laughed.

During the drive home, Kendall fell asleep snuggled next to me, 
and I must have dozed off as well. When I awoke, we were just 
pulling up to the camp gate. Mom was driving, so Susan got out to 
open the lock. I sat up slowly, trying not to disturb Kendall. 
Then I yawned mightily.

"Did you have fun today?" Mom asked quietly.

"Yeah," I said. "I did."

"I'm going to be stiff and sore tomorrow."

"You'll have to get Dad to pamper you," I suggested.

"Now that's not a bad idea," she replied as she eased the car 
forward, over the lowered gate chain.

In a few moments, Susan got back in the car. Then we drove to her 
house and parked in the garage. I gently roused Kendall and we 
walked back up the hill. Mom headed to our cabin as I walked 
Kendall to her camper. At the door, I kissed her goodnight and 
then she practically stumbled up the stairs. With a grin, I 
closed the door behind her and headed home.

-----

The next morning, I got up and did my regular Thursday workout. I 
was a little stiff from the day before, but I quickly loosened up 
as I started jumping rope. By the time I finished my cool-down, I 
felt incredibly good. I practically bounced over to Kendall's 
camper. Unfortunately, she wasn't up yet.

Since my family was just stirring, I decided to take a shower in 
the clubhouse. Elaine talked to me for a few minutes when she 
came in. I explained where Kendall was as I lathered my hair. 
Elaine chuckled about me not having a "shower buddy" and then 
grinned as she headed toward the kitchen area to make coffee.

The rest of the morning, Kendall and I lounged around the lake. 
Dad was more than happy to pamper Mom. And when Susan ambled down 
the hill, he pampered her too. With grateful attention from both 
women, Dad looked like he was having entirely too much fun.

Kendall swam with Barry after his nap, but she was too tired to 
tow him around the shallow end, so she begged off. He was 
disappointed, but quickly forgot about it as he played with his 
sister and several other kids. In addition to Lon and Betty 
Ferguson, Elaine introduced us to another couple, Bobby and 
Sandra Gartner. The Gartners had three kids, all about the same 
age as the Raefords' and Fergusons' children. The older couples 
kept watchful eyes on their kids and mostly talked among 
themselves.

Kendall and I enjoyed ourselves quietly, simply soaking up the 
sun, reading, or watching the kids play in and around the lake. 
Later, I invited her to join us for dinner. In addition, Erin 
invited Drew to eat with us. Melissa got an unmistakable twinkle 
in her eye when she learned that she and Adam would have the 
evening alone. When Kendall noticed her mother's expression, she 
shook her head in disbelief.

"See?" I asked quietly, as we walked toward the clubhouse. "I 
hate to say it, but..."

"You told me so," she finished.

"And she hasn't said anything about the Winnebago Incident, has 
she?"

She shook her head. Then she grinned sheepishly. "I know, I 
know," she said. "You told me so."

"Far be it from me to rub your nose in it," I said loftily. 
"But..."

"You're incorrigible."

"Yep."

Then I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her close. In 
the clubhouse, we learned that Mom had invited Susan to dinner as 
well. Since Dad, Erin, and I were the least tired of the bunch, 
we took over in the kitchen. We fixed chicken-fried steak, mashed 
potatoes, green beans, and corn on the cob. The meal probably 
wasn't up to Mom's usual standards, but everyone seemed to enjoy 
it. We had fun cooking and the women were happy for the break.

After dinner, I quietly pulled Susan aside and asked if we could 
talk.

"What about?" she asked quietly, sensing my pensive mood.

"Actually, I should probably get Kendall for this conversation, 
since she was there too."

"Oh? Is this something you should talk to your mom about?"

"Maybe both of you," I answered.

Mom and Susan had a discreet conversation while I walked back to 
Kendall. I explained to her that we needed to talk to Susan about 
the Raefords. When she looked anxious, I assured her that it was 
nothing bad. At some unseen signal from Mom, Dad enticed Drew and 
Erin into a game of Monopoly. Then Mom, Susan, Kendall, and I 
walked toward Susan's house. Once we reached the courtyard, we 
lit the citronella torches and then settled into the wrought-iron 
chairs.

"So what'd you need to talk about?" Susan asked. "Is everything 
okay between you two?"

"It's not us," I said hastily. "It's about Elaine and Dennis 
Raeford."

"What about them?" Susan asked, leaning forward.

I recounted the conversation from Tuesday. While I talked, 
Kendall held my hand and offered explanations or insights when my 
narrative faltered.

"So we didn't tell them about your lifestyle," I said, nodding to 
the two women, "but they seemed really curious. I guess I was 
kinda worried about what we'd do if... um... you know... if they asked
us to join them or something."

"You should probably say yes," Susan said with a grin. "They're 
an attractive couple."

"Susan," Mom chastised gently.

"Unfortunately, your mom's right," Susan said. "It would be very 
inappropriate for them to proposition you."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because we're not adults yet," Kendall said. "Not legally, 
anyway."

"Oh. Yeah. Right."

"Exactly," Susan agreed.

"I mean, I don't wanna sound like we're rats or something," I 
said. "But I thought you should know that they're curious."

"You're not a rat," Susan said. Then she turned to Kendall. "What 
do you think of them?"

"The Raefords?" she asked rhetorically. "I think they're curious, 
but not prying."

"But do you trust them?" Susan pressed.

"Actually, I do. Elaine has the hots for Paul, and Dennis has 
this thing for me--he thinks I look like Natalie Wood--but 
neither of them are overt about it. Paul didn't even notice that 
Elaine was interested in him."

"That's not saying much," I interjected.

"Give yourself a little more credit," Kendall said quickly. "You 
may not pay attention like I do, but you certainly figured out my 
parents."

"So you're finally coming to realize that they're not the sticks 
in the mud you thought they were?" Susan asked with a wry grin.

Kendall shrugged, blushing. "I guess. It's still hard to believe, 
but yeah, maybe I am."

"Good," Susan said. "It's about time. I think your mother has 
been waiting for this for a while."

Kendall lifted her eyebrows in surprise.

"Mmm hmm," Susan said with a grin. "But let's get back to Elaine 
and Dennis. What else can you tell us about them?" she asked 
Kendall.

"They love each other. They're respectful toward one another. 
They're faithful. I guess they kinda remind me of a younger 
version of Paul's parents."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. They talk to each other, they're good parents, they divide 
their responsibilities, and they work as a team."

"Did you really notice all this?" I asked, almost skeptically. 
"Or are you making it all up?"

"I'm not making it up," she said without rancor. "And yes, I 
really noticed all this."

"I told you she's probably more perceptive than I am," Susan said 
to me with a grin. Then she turned to Mom. "What do you think?"

"They seem like a nice couple. I've seen a little of what 
Kendall's talking about, but she's spent a lot more time with 
them than I have. And," she said with a soft chuckle, "she's 
probably more insightful than I am, too."

"Do you want to talk to them?" Susan asked her.

"I think so," Mom said. "David and I can invite them to dinner 
tomorrow."

"They're not gonna be in trouble or anything?" I asked, suddenly 
anxious.

"Oh, no," Mom said with a laugh. "We're just going to get to know 
them."

"What for? You're not going to have them kicked out of the camp, 
are you?" I asked Susan.

"Gracious, no," she said, chuckling richly. "Beth and David will 
get to know them, to see if they're really interested in the 
lifestyle."

"You mean swinging?" I asked.

"Of course she means swinging," Kendall said softly.

"When your father and I were first curious," Mom said slowly, 
glancing at Susan, "we had another couple get to know us and see 
how interested we really were."

"You mean Susan and Jack?" I asked.

"Forget what I said about giving yourself some credit," Kendall 
said, with an exasperated expression. "Of _course_ she means 
Susan and Jack."

"Jeez, sorry."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Kendall said quickly. "I didn't mean to snap at 
you. It's just..."

"Sometimes I'm a bit slow on the uptake," I said.

"Sometimes," she agreed with an indulgent, amused expression.

"I'll try to do better," I said. I tried to look hangdog, but I 
ended up grinning instead.

"Isn't he wonderful?" Kendall asked the other two women. Then she 
smiled and squeezed my hand.

"So you'll invite them to dinner tomorrow?" Susan asked Mom.

"Mmm hmm. I'll talk to David about it later tonight so he knows 
what's up."

"Then we did the right thing talking to you?" I asked hopefully.

"You did the right thing," Susan agreed with a nod.

After that, we chatted about other things for a while. Around 
dusk, Mom decided to head up to our cabin. I could tell that 
Kendall wanted to spend some time alone with me, so I got up to 
leave as well.

"Paul?" she asked as I pushed my chair under the table.

"Hmm?"

"Do you mind if I talk to Susan for a minute?"

"Sure," I said. "No problem."

"Alone?" she asked when I started to sit back down.

"Oh! Yeah, sure."

"I'll meet you down by the lake. Okay?"

"Okay," I said.

Before I turned to go, I kissed her cheek and said goodnight to 
Susan. Then I draped my towel over my shoulder and walked toward 
the lake. It was full dark by the time Kendall joined me, almost 
forty-five minutes later.

"What were you talking about?" I asked. I didn't want to pry, but 
I was burning up with curiosity.

"A surprise," she said coyly.

"What kind of surprise?"

"A good surprise."

"Oh?"

"Mmm hmm," she said. "I want to fix breakfast for you. So I asked 
if I could borrow Susan's kitchen tomorrow morning."

"Is that the surprise?"

"It's part of it," she replied. Instead of sitting in the lounger 
where she dropped her towel, she climbed into my lap, settling 
comfortably against my chest. "So, do you think you're 
available?"

"I'll have to check my schedule," I said with an impish grin, 
"but I think I can pencil you in."

"Mmmmm, good."

"But I'd rather get my pencil in you."

"Indeed." Then she leaned in to kiss me.

After a while, we picked up our towels and walked around to the 
nature trail. Once there, we continued kissing, eventually ending 
up in a sixty-nine. I came quickly and then took my time with 
her. As she writhed on her back and tried to drive her hips into 
my face, I licked her to two powerful orgasms and then continued 
until she had three small, quick ones. Finally, she almost leapt 
off my face and then curled up on her side, smiling blissfully.

By the time I dropped her off at the Winnie, we were both tired 
and sated. Before she kissed me goodnight, I told her I'd meet 
her at Susan's at eight o'clock the next morning, after my 
shower. With a smug grin, she pressed her body against mine and 
gave me a smoldering kiss. Then she closed the door.

It took me a while to fall asleep, and if I'd been thinking 
clearer, I would've wondered what kind of breakfast plans took 
forty-five minutes. But I wasn't, and as I finally drifted off, I 
had no idea what she had in store for me.

-----

Have I mentioned that I hated my Friday workouts? If I haven't, 
let me mention it again. I hated my Friday workouts. By the time 
I was done with my self-devised torture, I was already feeling 
queasy. I showered as quickly as I could and then headed down the 
hill. Curiously, Susan had the drapes pulled over the small 
window in her kitchen door. But when I knocked, she immediately 
answered.

"Wait a minute," she said, standing in the doorway.

 From behind her, I heard Kendall rush into the kitchen and then 
say, "I'm ready."

Susan grinned wryly as she stepped back and opened the door.

Inside, Kendall was standing next to the kitchen table, with her 
hips turned at a slight angle and her shoulders back. She had her 
hair pinned up in a loose pile atop her head, with curly tendrils 
hanging down and framing her face. Incongruously, she wore a 
frilly white lace apron. She looked like a statuesque French 
maid. I could still see the edges of her waist chain, but the 
apron covered from her navel to the tops of her thighs. She 
smiled nervously as I stood gaping in the doorway.

"Come on in," Susan gently insisted. "You've seen a woman 
before."

"Yeah," I said, swallowing hard, "but none of them were as 
beautiful."

Kendall blushed prettily.

"Good answer," Susan whispered to me. Then she addressed both of 
us. "I think I'll drop in on Jeremiah and have breakfast with 
him. There's some camp business we need to discuss."

Kendall nervously smiled, but didn't look particularly surprised.

"I'll see you all at the lake," Susan said. "Later."

With that, she shut the door and was gone.

"You look great," I said to Kendall.

She lowered her eyes and blushed. "Thanks." Then she looked up in 
anticipation. "Are you ready to eat?"

"Yeah, I'm starving."

She gestured to a towel-draped chair at the kitchen table and I 
sat. If I'd been less hungry, I probably would've noticed that 
there was only one place setting at the table. But my eyes were 
glued to the plate of steaming-hot biscuits Kendall had just 
retrieved from the counter. In less than a minute, she loaded the 
table with the dishes. She'd made biscuits, white gravy, sausage 
links, scrambled eggs, grits, and French toast. Finally, she set 
a glass of orange juice and a glass of milk in front of me.

"Wow," I said. "That's a lot of food."

"Is it enough?" she asked anxiously.

"It's _more_ than enough. Wow."

"I know you're really hungry on Fridays."

"Sweetie, it's fine. Let's eat."

To my surprise, she laughed nervously.

"What?" I asked. Then I realized that she'd only set one plate on 
the table. When I looked up suddenly, she grinned. I looked over 
my shoulder, indicating the departed Susan "Did she...?" I asked.

"Mmm hmm. When I asked her what I could do to surprise you, she 
suggested this."

Beneath the table, my dick sprang to attention.

"She said she calls it a B&B. Breakfast and a--"

"Blowjob," I finished.

"Mmm hmm," she said, nodding. Her eyes sparkled in anticipation. 
"Are you ready?"

"Yeah," I said, suddenly breathless.

"Susan said you can last a long time when you want to."

"Oh, she did, did she?"

"Mmm hmm. I hope she's right."

"She is," I said proudly.

"Good."

With a wide grin, she smoothed her apron and then knelt next to 
the table. Then she crawled between my legs and sat down, tucking 
her own legs to the side.

"Just enjoy your breakfast," she said from under the table. "And 
I'll enjoy my blowjob."

For several minutes, I simply reveled in the sensations as she 
toyed with my cock. After she got it wet with her tongue, she 
started teasing the tip. Then she bobbed slowly, swallowing about 
half my length.

"You're not eating," she said, removing my dick from her mouth.

"Sorry. I was... um... distracted. Yeah, distracted."

"Eat," she said imperiously, shaking my erection for effect.

"Yes, ma'am."

As she resumed sucking, I loaded my plate with food. I ate 
distractedly, paying more attention to Kendall's sucking than to 
what I was shoveling into my mouth. The sensations created by her 
lips and tongue threatened to overwhelm me, so I decided to 
concentrate on breakfast. With a suppressed groan, I took three 
biscuits and split them in half, liberally covering the halves 
with thick sausage gravy.

Between my legs, Kendall was running her tongue along the 
underside ridge and tickling my balls with her fingernails. Then 
she wrapped her lips around my glans and gently sucked. At last, 
she began bobbing back and forth, caressing me with her velvety 
mouth.

Despite the fact that the biscuits and gravy were excellent, it 
took a monumental effort of will to savor them. But when I felt 
close to the point of no return, I once again tried to 
concentrate on the food instead of the wickedly pleasurable 
sensations in my groin.

I chased up the last of the gravy using another biscuit and then 
loaded my plate with French toast. As I spread syrup over the 
pieces, Kendall moaned softly, causing my cock to vibrate. I 
gripped the edge of the table and tried to will myself not to 
come too soon. Then I attacked my plate with gusto, savoring the 
syrup-sweet pieces of toast.

I tried chewing slowly, but it was no use. I could already feel 
the come boiling up in my balls. With a groan, I dropped my fork 
and laid my hands flat on the table. Kendall sensed her victory 
and increased her pace. Finally, I exploded in her mouth, 
shooting ribbons of salty semen over her tongue and down her 
throat.

As I slowly grew soft, she kept sucking me, taking care to avoid 
my supersensitive glans. She briefly took my cock out of her 
mouth and encouraged me to keep eating. With a grin, I picked up 
my fork and finished the French toast. When I was finally stuffed 
(after another helping of French toast and the rest of the 
sausage links), I set my fork on the plate and shoved it away.

"Did you like that?" Kendall asked.

I pushed back from the table and gazed down at her. My beaming 
face was all the answer she needed. Then I reached down and 
helped her to her feet. Before sitting in my lap, she smoothed 
her apron, taking care to make sure it was in place. Once she 
wrapped her arms around me, she kissed me tenderly.

"Mmmmm," she said softly. "I like the taste of your come and 
maple syrup." Then she licked her lips. "Salty and sweet." With 
that, she kissed me again.

"That was wonderful," I said when we broke the kiss.

"Which part?" she asked playfully. "Breakfast or the blowjob?"

"The blowjob," I said with a grin. "I don't really remember 
breakfast, although I'm sure it was wonderful too."

"Mmmmm, thank you." Then she leaned in to kiss me again.

"Did Susan say when she'd be back?" I asked when we separated.

"As a matter of fact," Kendall said slyly, "I think she said 
she'd be gone all morning. She said she'd see us at the lake. 
Later."

"She did, didn't she?" I mused.

Without waiting for Kendall to reply, I abruptly stood, cradling 
her in my arms as I did. Her eyes flew wide but she hooked one 
hand around my neck and held her frilly apron in place with the 
other.

"I've got another surprise for you," she said as I carried her 
into the living room.

"Oh?"

"Mmm hmm."

"It's not more food, is it?" I asked with a teasing grin. "I'm 
stuffed."

"Actually," she replied, "in a way, it is." When I arched an 
eyebrow at her, she explained. "I was sort of hoping I could be 
dessert," she said.

"Oh, I think that could be arranged."

"But that's not the real surprise," she said.

"What is?"

"You'll see."

I gently lowered her to the couch and then lay on top of her, 
using my arms to keep my weight off her and spreading her legs 
with my hips. My resurgent erection bumped against her thigh as I 
settled into place. Then I lowered my head and tasted her lips. I 
could smell myself on her skin as we kissed, but I also smelled 
another fragrance.

"You're wearing perfume," I said softly.

"Mmm hmm. And eye shadow and mascara."

Once she mentioned it, I noticed the make-up.

"And I _was_ wearing lip gloss, but..." She laughed softly as I 
lowered my head to kiss her again.

"So I guess _I'm_ wearing lip gloss now?" I asked archly.

"Not on your _lips_," she said with a wry grin. Then she pulled 
my head down for another kiss.

We kissed with increasing ardor for a few minutes and then I 
pulled back. She started to whimper in protest, but I buried my 
face at the hollow of her neck and kissed along the smooth skin 
there. As I trailed butterfly-light kisses up her neck, stopping 
to tickle her earlobe with my breath, she sighed softly and 
arched her back. For a few moments, I concentrated on her ear and 
the highly responsive skin around it, making her squirm.

Then I kissed down the line of her jaw and turned her head with 
my cheek so I could repeat my kissing on the other side. Her 
breath came in fits and starts as I teased her with tender, 
breathy touches of my lips. When I moved lower, down along her 
elegant neck, she cried out softly and ran her fingers through my 
hair. I lingered for a moment at the hollow of her throat, 
brushing her sensitive skin with my lips and enjoying myself as 
she shivered in ecstasy.

When I finally moved lower, she moaned softly and arched her 
back. I moved lower still and then kissed all around her areola 
for a moment, coming close but never making contact. Then I 
switched to the other breast and tantalized her further. With 
light kisses and gentle nudges from my chin, I teased the 
sensitive skin of her breasts. The whole time, I never touched 
her areolas or the nipples themselves, which only served to drive 
her crazy.

Finally, she cried out softly and begged me to suck her nipples. 
 From between her breasts, I looked up at her passion-filled face. 
Then I maintained eye contact as I sucked one little nubbin into 
my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. Her neck went limp and 
she abruptly lowered her head as the sensations washed through 
her body. For several moments, I concentrated on her nipple. With 
an unseen grin, I moved to the other one and sucked it to 
erection as well.

Then I took my time and gave her breasts lots of attention. I 
knew--very well--how sensitive her nipples were, and I reveled in 
the pleasure that came from giving _her_ pleasure. I teased her 
pliant breasts with my cheeks and chin as I sucked and gently bit 
the little pebbles. Then I clamped my lips down and pulled back, 
causing her to moan and clutch my head.

After several minutes of lavishing attention on her breasts and 
nipples, I moved lower. I kissed each rib and then moved back up 
to the under-curve of her other flattened breast, so I could kiss 
the ribs on that side. When I reached the hollow formed where her 
stomach dipped, I put my hands on the points of her hips and 
gently kissed her fluttering belly.

Then I moved lower, kissing her apron-covered skin as I went. 
When my lips felt the small ridge of her waist chain, I lingered, 
pressing my face against her trembling abdomen. As I looked up, 
she was watching me anxiously. I smiled lecherously and then 
moved lower.

Instead of immediately moving the apron aside, I kissed along the 
inside of her thigh. The skin was soft, smooth, and flawless, 
tanned a rich bronze. When I reached her knee, I lightly teased 
the back of it with my fingers. Then I kissed the sensitive skin, 
inhaling her baby-powder scent as I did.

After a moment, I switched to the other leg and kissed up her 
thigh, toward her apron-covered sex. She quivered with pent-up 
desire, so I drew things out, planting open-mouthed kisses along 
her satiny skin. When I reached the point of her hip, I paused 
and looked up at her.

"Are you ready to be my dessert?" I asked softly.

She licked her lips and then nodded, her nostrils flaring with 
anticipation. With a flourish, I prepared to lift the apron. When 
I looked up at her, her eyes fairly glowed with desire.

"Voila," I said, flipping the frilly apron out of the way. "I 
can't wait to taste--"

"Surprise," she said needlessly.

"Oh, my God," I breathed. "You're beautiful."

Her labia were puffy and pinkish with desire. They were also 
shiny from her moisture.

And her entire pussy was smooth and clean-shaven.

"Do you like it?" she asked tentatively.

"God, yes!" Since I had her legs apart, her lips were spread 
slightly, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her inner labia, 
which were already swollen with arousal.

"Oh, thank goodness. I thought you'd like me to shave for you, 
but--"

I lowered my lips and kissed her hooded clit.

"Oh, my!"

Then I wrapped my lips around the little pearl and sucked gently.

"What was I saying?" she asked faintly.

"Something about what you thought I'd like," I mischievously 
answered.

"I thought you'd like me shaved, but--"

I sucked her again, flicking my tongue up under the hood as I 
pulled back.

"No fair," she breathed. "You won't let me finish a sent--"

I ran my tongue along her slit and then circled her erect clit. 
Her stomach quivered with excitement as I did.

"Oh, my goodness. That feels so--"

With my thumbs, I spread her labia apart and sucked her inner 
lips.

"Are you going to kee--"

I flicked my tongue against her hooded clit.

"Oh, Paul," she said, panting. "You're so eeeiiiyeee--"

With a lick, I interrupted her again. This time, however, I 
didn't pause to let her try to speak. Instead, I licked along her 
slit, spreading her lips and tasting the sweet-tangy moisture of 
her arousal. Then I sucked the wings of her inner labia into my 
mouth, causing her to cry out in wordless ecstasy.

Her moisture covered my lips as I pressed them to her smooth sex, 
nudging her clit with my nose. As I lapped at her slit and 
continued to tease her clit, the tip of my nose grew slippery 
with her wetness. She ran her fingers through my hair and 
squirmed when I gently flicked my tongue against her sensitive 
membranes.

As I spread her legs further, her small outer labia practically 
disappeared. Her pussy was pink and flushed with her arousal, and 
her inner lips became even plumper as I slowly worked them with 
my tongue. She cried out once as I licked between her inner and 
outer lips, then again as I circled her clit with my tongue.

I pressed my lips around the little pearl and moved my head side 
to side. Then I flicked my tongue up under the hood, tasting her 
sweetness. She bucked her hips against me, trying to force my 
mouth against her clit. I weathered her gyrations and continued 
licking her, my saliva mixing with her juices.

Then I slowly inserted a finger into her pussy, coating it with 
her moisture and spreading her open. Her smooth and freshly 
shaven skin brushed against my face as I pressed my lips to her 
clit again and inhaled her aroma. When my finger reached the 
second knuckle, I pulled it out slowly, feeling the slight inner 
ridges of her pussy. Then I shoved it back inside her and crooked 
my fingertip.

She thrust her hips up, hard, and my neck bent almost painfully. 
But I rode her heaving pelvis and kept teasing her inner spot--
her G-spot, I reminded myself--with the tip of my finger. My 
tongue was a blur on her hooded clit, nudging it back and forth 
and driving her crazy. With my free hand, I reached up and 
tweaked one of her nipples, fondling her magnificent breast and 
making her moan in ecstasy.

Then I tweaked her nipple while I gently thrust my finger in and 
out of her slippery channel. My tongue was in constant motion 
over her engorged clit, pushing it one way and then another, 
driving her toward orgasm. Slowly, I inserted another finger into 
her, spreading her pussy and rubbing the sensitive inner walls.

When she started bucking her hips in earnest, I moved both hands 
down to cup her ass, holding her in place so I could lick, suck, 
and tease her clit. As I pursed my lips and sucked gently--my 
tongue busily flicking against the sensitive button of nerves--
she cried out again, desperate for release.

I could sense the desire vibrating through her body, so I held 
her hips to my face and sucked her pussy. My upper lip pressed 
against the base of her clit and she clutched my head with both 
hands, moaning insistently.

For several minutes, I built her up. Then I slowed down as her 
orgasm approached. I kept my tongue moving constantly and never 
let her relax, but I could tell by her soft, almost soundless 
moaning that the sensations were driving her mad with lust. 
Finally, I pushed her over the edge by flicking my tongue against 
her clit and pressing it against my stiff upper lip.

She arched her back and went rigid. At the same instant, she grew 
completely silent. I think she was even holding her breath. With 
a gush of moisture, her clit retracted and I quickly inserted two 
fingers into her spasming pussy. Her hips trembled and shook with 
the force of her orgasm as I felt her inner muscles gripping my 
invading fingers.

When I crooked up the tips, she went wild, crying out and 
thrashing against my face. I kept trilling my tongue against the 
base of her clit, driving her onward. She rewarded me with 
another gush of moisture and an explosive breath. Then she 
clamped her mouth shut and grew silent again.

Finally, she pushed my mouth away, mewling softly with the 
effects of her release. I gently kissed her inner thighs and let 
her relax. Then, I kissed all around her mons, careful to avoid 
her sensitive clit. Her stomach heaved with her ragged breathing 
and she spasmed a few times as aftershocks washed over her.

When she finally relaxed and went limp, I smiled to myself and 
crawled up her body. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she 
smiled as she looked up at me.

"I love you so much," she said, her voice shaky with emotion.

"I love you too," I said, holding myself above her, my hard chest 
crushed against her breasts.

We kissed for a few minutes, but I ended up holding her as she 
cried. Joy and love were the wellsprings of her tears, so I 
simply reassured her with the solidity of my body. When she 
finally pushed me back with a warm, teary smile, her mascara had 
formed rivulets down her face and around her eyes.

"I must look like a mess," she said quietly.

"But you're a beautiful mess," I said. "And you're _my_ beautiful 
mess."

"I'm yours completely," she agreed. "From my toes to the shortest 
hair on my head."

"That's a good thing, because the rest of your short hairs are 
gone."

She laughed and tried to punch me playfully, but then stopped 
when I kissed her.

"I liked your surprises this morning," I said when I broke the 
kiss.

"I've got one more."

"Oh?"

She nodded. "My period starts in two days." When my brow furrowed 
in confusion, she continued. "I want you to make love to me 
without a rubber. I want you to come inside me."

"Are you sure?"

"Mmm hmm."

"I dunno..."

"Paul," she said seriously, "trust me. I know how my body works. 
I want to feel you inside me. I want to look into your eyes as 
you fill me up."

Instead of answering her, I bent down and kissed her soundly. She 
responded against me, her nipples hardening. Then she ran her 
fingers lightly down my back and cupped my ass. When we broke the 
kiss, she playfully dug her fingernails into the hard muscle.

"Make love to me," she said softly.

With a nod, I pushed myself upward.

"Oh, I've waited so long for this," she breathed.

"Reach between us," I said, pulling my hips back. "I want you to 
put it in."

Her eyes twinkled with excitement.

"One of the sexiest things in the world," I explained to her, "is 
seeing my cock disappear, slowly, into a shaved pussy."

"Really?"

"Mmm hmm. I dunno why, but it's incredibly arousing."

"Cock," she mused as she wrapped her fingers around me. "That's 
such a guy word."

I arched my eyebrows as she gently squeezed my shaft.

"None of the girls I went to school with said it," she said. She 
slowly jerked me and then rubbed the head around, spreading my 
pre-come and coating the glans with her juices. As she did, her 
eyes were glued to the sight. "Cock," she repeated. "I think 
maybe it's because those girls only knew about dicks. I've got a 
thick _cock_." She looked up, her eyes hooded and filled with 
desire. "Your cock."

Then I eased my hips lower. With a soft groan, I pushed forward 
and sank the first two inches into her.

"I love the feeling of your hard _cock_ filling me up," she 
breathed.

I lowered my hips further, sliding into her steamy depths.

"Filling me up and shooting inside me," she continued softly.

Finally, I seated myself inside her.

"Oh, Paul," she moaned almost inaudibly. "Your pubic hair 
tickles. And I can feel every inch of you, inside and out. It's... 
oh, my... it's _incredible_."

"So you like being shaved?" I asked. When she nodded, I bent to 
kiss her. "Thank you," I said softly. "The best surprise was when 
you first said you love me, but this one is a pretty close 
second." Then I gazed at her warmly. "I love you."

"I love you too," she said. Then her eyes closed and her nostrils 
flared as she enjoyed the sensation of me being inside her. When 
she opened them again, she looked up at me in anticipation.

As I bent to kiss her, I began moving my hips and she moaned into 
my mouth. Even though I had been inside her before, without a 
rubber, I experienced a certain eagerness when I realized that I 
didn't have to worry about pulling out. A trace of panic welled 
up in the back of my brain, but I assuaged it with the knowledge 
that she didn't want to get pregnant either. I trusted her, and 
she knew a lot more about a woman's body than I did.

With a grin, I steadied myself above her and began to thrust in 
earnest. For a few moments, I watched my glistening shaft 
disappear inside her. When I looked up, I indicated the junction 
of our bodies with a quick flick of my eyes. Kendall grinned and 
lifted her head.

"It looks so sexy," she said, "seeing you enter me." Then she 
lifted her hips so she had a better view.

Obligingly, I grabbed one of her legs and put it over my 
shoulder.

"Oh, my. Yes," she hissed.

"Now d'you see why I like watching?" I asked, moving my head to 
the side and following her gaze.

"You can see your... _cock_ spreading me open."

"Mmm hmm."

Then she let her head sag back. "It looks almost as nice as it 
feels."

"It feels good?" I asked with feigned innocence. Then I rotated 
my hips, which rubbed my shaft against the sides of her inner 
walls.

"Oh..."

"I take it that means yes?"

"Oh, yes," she whispered, closing her eyes and licking her lips.

With her eyes still closed, I bent to kiss her. When I pulled 
back, I grinned down at her and lifted her other leg over my 
shoulder. In a few seconds, I got myself situated again and 
resumed thrusting. As I did, she reached around her hips and 
grabbed my ass, urging me on.

I pumped into her with deep, measured strokes, burying myself 
fully with each one. Kendall's hands glided over my ass as she 
smiled up at me, her expression full of lust. Her pussy felt 
incredible, snug as always and very hot.

"It's like I can feel every vein and ridge," she said quietly. 
"My... my pussy's so sensitive now."

"Mmm hmm," I agreed, my breathing becoming labored.

I felt my orgasm building, so I stopped talking and increased my 
pace. My hips slammed into her upturned ass, making slapping 
noises. Each time I pulled back, her inner lips clutched at me 
and tried to keep me from withdrawing.

In a few minutes, I knew my release was imminent. I could feel my 
balls draw even closer to my body and then I sensed the first 
tingles of orgasm. One, two, three strokes and I buried myself 
completely. With a groan, I emptied my balls into her.

"Oh, my goodness," she cried softly. "I can feel it. I can feel 
you coming inside me."

I gritted my teeth and arched my back, trying to push deeper into 
her channel. My cock pulsed with the force of my orgasm, and it 
gave me an intense pleasure to know I was filling her pussy with 
my white-hot semen.

When my orgasm finally subsided, I sagged against her, panting. 
With her ankles still over my shoulders, she wiggled her toes and 
then smiled up at me.

"Surprise," she said softly, her eyes alight.

"Surprise," I agreed, trying to restore some moisture to my 
parched mouth.

In a moment, I lifted an arm to let her leg down. I repeated the 
maneuver with the other leg and then grinned at her when she 
hooked her calves over the backs of my thighs.

"I want to keep you inside me forever," she quietly declared.

"And I'd love to stay there," I said, swallowing hard. Then I had 
a panicked thought. "What're you gonna tell your mom? About you 
being shaved, I mean?"

"She'll never know a thing," she said with a smug grin. "I'll 
just wear my bikini bottoms, and she'll think my period started 
early."

"Clever."

"Thanks."

-----

After we rested for a while, we took a quick shower together in 
the hall bathroom. Then we cleaned the kitchen. Before we left 
the house, we made sure that we straightened everything and 
didn't leave any telltale signs of our tryst. Susan, of course, 
knew what we'd been up to, but that didn't mean we could leave a 
messy house.

"Whose idea was it for you to shave?" I asked as we walked down 
the hill. Kendall was wearing a turquoise pair of bottoms that 
hugged her curves. She looked devilishly cute in them, especially 
since I knew what they covered (or didn't cover, as the case 
was).

"Mine," she said. "That's why I wanted to talk to Susan. 
Obviously, she's got a lot more experience than I do. The B&B was 
her idea, though. You liked it?"

"Breakfast," I asked with a grin, "or the blowjob?"

She merely rolled her eyes.

"Yes, I loved everything about this morning," I said, 
conveniently forgetting my abdominal workout. "Especially the 
company."

Then I twined my fingers through hers and we walked in 
companionable silence. When we reached the lake, Susan glanced 
over her shoulder and smiled at us.

"Thank you," I mouthed to her.

She smiled graciously, inclined her head, then looked at Kendall.

Kendall's smile was unmistakably thankful.

Kendall's parents were talking to mine, with Susan in the middle, 
so we pulled two loungers next to them and joined the end of the 
line. Kendall sat next to her mom and I flopped into the end 
chair.

"Hello, dear," Melissa said to her daughter. "Hello, Paul. How 
was your breakfast?"

"Very good, thank you. Your daughter sure can cook, Mrs. Payton."

"Oh, please," Melissa said. "Adam's mother is 'Mrs. Payton.' You 
know better than that."

I nodded, blushing.

"You know you can call me Melissa. Or Mel."

"Thanks, Melissa. Mel."

"So," she asked conversationally, "are you two hiking to the 
quarry tomorrow?"

Kendall froze.

"We hadn't planned on it," I said cautiously. In reality, I guess 
neither Kendall nor I had thought her parents would let us go, 
especially without another couple to "chaperone."

"Oh? I thought you two would be going up there, since it's 
Kendall's last day and all."

"Well, we hadn't really talked about it," I hedged.

"It'd be nice to get away for a while, though. Don't you think?"

"Um..."

"You know," she said, smiling warmly, "just the two of you."

"Just the two of us?" I asked, my voice almost cracking.

"Well," she asked, almost in surprise, "why not?"

"Um... I guess we thought... I mean... well... um... I guess we hadn't
thought about it."

Kendall sat immobile, too shocked to do anything more than 
listen.

"Kendall can make lunch and you two can have a nice romantic 
picnic," Melissa said without a trace of irony. "I can help you 
make lunch if you'd like, dear," she said to her daughter.

"What about Adam?" I asked. "I mean, I didn't think... um..." With a 
helpless shrug, I trailed off.

"You just leave him to me," Melissa replied evenly. Then she 
turned to her daughter. "Would you like some help with lunch?"

"Are you...?" Kendall asked. Then she swallowed hard and cleared 
her throat. "Are you serious?"

"Mmm hmm. We could make fried chicken and coleslaw, if you'd 
like. Or cornbread and beef stew with my special apple fritters 
for dessert."

When it became clear that Kendall was too flabbergasted to 
answer, I put my hand over hers and leaned forward. "That sounds 
nice, Melissa. Thanks."

"Isn't it going to be romantic?" she asked Kendall.

Kendall blinked in astonishment and then nodded.

With that, Melissa patted her daughter's hand and then turned 
back to the conversation with the grown-ups.

-----

That night, Kendall joined my family for dinner. The Raefords 
joined us as well, and my parents made sure the seating was 
arranged so Mom could talk to Elaine and Dad could talk to 
Dennis. Kendall and I volunteered to help with Linette and Boo so 
the adults could enjoy their conversation. Since Drew had invited 
Erin to join the Paytons for dinner, Melissa made an extra-large 
pot of beef stew. Kendall and I would be able to take leftovers 
on our hike.

Kendall had been dumbfounded by her mother's blithe suggestion 
that we hike to the quarry. While it seemed that Kendall had 
finally come to accept that her mother knew we were having sex, 
it still shocked her to the core to realize that Melissa had 
basically badgered us into spending Saturday alone together.

All through dinner, Kendall was thoughtful. When she looked up, 
she would smile, but it was clear that she was trying to figure 
out the dynamics of the evolving relationship with her mother. 
And I think she was slowly working around her blind spot, coming 
to see Melissa as she really was, not the straitlaced prude 
Kendall _thought_ she was.

I paid scant attention to the grown-ups' conversation, but they 
seemed to be getting along well, laughing like old friends. Since 
the kids were comfortable with Kendall and me, we offered to put 
them to bed after dinner. Elaine and Dennis gratefully accepted, 
so Kendall and I played with Linette and Boo until their bedtime. 
Then we helped them brush their teeth and go potty. Finally, we 
headed toward the Raefords' room.

Linette informed us that her daddy always read them a bedtime 
story, so Kendall grinned affectionately and then handed me a 
dog-eared copy of _Winnie the Pooh_. While Kendall rubbed Boo's 
back, I read quietly. He fell asleep first, but Linette tried to 
hold on 'til the bitter end. Before half an hour had passed, 
however, she was fast asleep. Just before we turned out the 
light, Elaine quietly entered the room.

"We really appreciate this," she said softly.

"We enjoyed it," Kendall said. Then she gazed at me, her eyes 
soft. "Paul will make a good daddy someday." When I blushed, she 
grinned unrepentantly.

Elaine laid her hand on my arm and then leaned over to kiss 
Linette. Then she pulled up Boo's covers and turned out the 
light. At her gesture, we quietly left the room.

"Is it okay to leave them?" Kendall asked.

"They'll be fine," Elaine said. "The Fergusons are next door, so 
they'll look in on them. Betty, Sandra, and I keep an eye on each 
other's kids. Besides, nothing's likely to happen to them here," 
she said, gesturing to our surroundings. Then she smiled at me. 
"Your parents are really cool," she said. "And you're just like 
your father."

"Thanks," I said, feeling my face heat.

"I'm going to get back to them," she said. "Thanks again." With a 
wave, she was gone, headed back to the clubhouse.

"You _will_ make a good daddy," Kendall said as she looped her 
arm through mine and leaned against me.

"Um, thanks."

"When you're ready," she said, as if reading my mind.

"You know me too well."

"Better than I know my mother," she replied ruefully.

"That'll change. I told you, she seems like a pretty cool lady."

"If I hadn't heard her with my own two ears," Kendall said 
soberly, "I never would've believed she'd let us go to the quarry 
by ourselves." Then she shook her head. "As a matter of fact, 
it's _still_ hard to believe."

"She wants you to be happy. And right now, I make you happy."

"You'll _always_ make me happy," she insisted. "But going on a 
hike with you, alone, will definitely make me happy."

"And your mother knows that."

"I still can't believe it," she said, shaking her head.

-----

Later that night, Kendall and I grabbed a blanket from my cabin 
and went for a walk by the lake. As one, we turned down the path 
toward the clearing by the spillway stream. When we got there, I 
spread the blanket and Kendall went to remove her bikini bottoms.

"Let me do it," I suggested.

She grinned and waited for me to kneel before her. As she stepped 
out of them, I leaned forward and kissed her smooth mons. She 
shivered and then ran her fingers through my hair. Then I tugged 
her down with me.

Once she was lying next to me, I ran my hands over her stomach 
and breasts, gently teasing her nipples to erection. We kissed 
for a while, languidly enjoying each other's body. Then we made 
love slowly. She wrapped her legs around mine and gripped my arms 
as I supported myself above her. We moved together in a gentle, 
timeless rhythm. With a soft groan, I climaxed, filling her with 
my seed.

When our breathing returned to normal, I kissed her tenderly. 
Then I climbed from between her legs and spooned behind her.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," she said, hugging my 
arm.

I inhaled the strawberry scent of her hair. "Me too," I said.

"Is someone there?" a man's voice asked.

"Yes," I said. "Sorry." I could barely make out two shapes at the 
entrance to the clearing. Unfortunately, I couldn't see well 
enough to identify them.

"Paul?" a woman's voice asked.

"Yes. Who's that?"

"It's Elaine and Dennis," she said, stepping forward.

"Oh, hi."

"We're not disturbing anything, are we?"

I started to answer, but before I could, Kendall spoke up.

"Not really," she said. "Would you like to join us?"

When I looked a question at her, she merely shrugged with a grin.

"Would that be all right?" Elaine asked.

"Sure," Kendall replied.

The older couple spread their blanket and then lay down.

"We didn't know anyone else would be here," Elaine said. "We 
discovered this clearing about a week ago, and it's become one of 
our favorite spots."

"It's one of our favorite spots as well," Kendall said. "So, did 
you have a good time tonight?"

"We had a great time," Elaine said. "Paul's parents are really 
cool. It's easy to see why Paul's the way he is. He got the best 
of his mother _and_ his father."

"Yes he did," Kendall agreed.

"And we had an... interesting conversation after you put the kids 
to bed. Thank you again, by the way."

"You're welcome. We enjoyed it. They're great kids."

"Thanks," Elaine said.

"So, what kind of conversation?" Kendall asked, returning the 
conversation to its original tack.

I knew her well enough that I could almost hear the grin in her 
voice.

"Dennis and I are... a lot like your parents, Paul," Elaine 
explained. "We... um... we seem to have similar interests."

"Oh," I said simply. Then, "Oh!"

"Yes," Elaine practically purred. "_Very_ similar interests."

"Are you sure, baby?" Dennis asked Elaine.

It took me a second to figure out what he was talking about, but 
as I looked closer, I realized that Elaine was stroking his 
erection.

"I'm sure," Elaine said, her voice thick with desire.

Then, to my surprise, she turned and lowered her mouth to her 
husband's dick. Dennis lay back and relaxed, putting one hand on 
Elaine's head as she slowly bobbed up and down. When I felt 
Kendall's hand reach behind her for my limp member, I smiled to 
myself. I fervently hoped Elaine and Dennis didn't want us to 
join them (I knew it would cause problems), but I didn't mind 
watching them have sex. Evidently, Kendall didn't either. As a 
matter of fact, she seemed to be enjoying it.

"It took me a while to figure it out," Elaine said as she let 
Dennis's cock slip from her mouth, "but I finally did."

"Oh?" I asked.

Kendall grinned at me over her shoulder and kept stroking my 
slowly hardening manhood.

"Yeah," Elaine said, giving her husband's member another long 
lick. "We weren't invited to dinner with your parents by 
coincidence, were we?"

"No," I said simply.

"It was because of our conversation Tuesday, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"So you know about your parents?"

"More or less," I said, hedging. I got the distinct impression 
that Elaine was fishing for information, and I didn't want to 
reveal more than my parents had already.

"So what are they into? Wife swapping? Swinging?"

"I guess that's up to them to tell you," I said evenly.

"Unh," Elaine complained, taking Dennis's dick from her mouth 
again.

I was completely erect by then, and Kendall slowly spread my pre-
come with her thumb.

"You're not going to tell us?" Elaine asked. When I let the 
silence draw out, she chuckled. "You really _are_ discreet."

"Women don't like a blabbermouth," I replied with equanimity.

"Did your father teach you that?" she asked as she pushed Dennis 
to his back and straddled his hips.

"Something like that," I said. I didn't think she needed to know 
about Susan. Not yet, anyway.

"Well," she commented, setting the tip of her husband's manhood 
at her opening, "I hope we're going to be spending more time with 
your parents." Then she turned to Dennis. "Wouldn't you like 
that, Denny?" With that, she sank onto his cock.

"Oh, yes," he hissed.

I tried not to chuckle. I don't know whether he was answering her 
question or simply crying out in pleasure. Probably both, I 
thought.

"We'd definitely like to get to know them better," he said. Then 
he reached up and began fondling his wife's breasts.

"That looks like a good idea," Kendall whispered to me.

Without any more warning than that, she turned over, pushed me to 
my back, and mounted my hips. With a hiss of her own, she settled 
onto me, my girth spreading her smooth lips.

While Elaine rode Dennis, Kendall rocked her hips against the 
base of my shaft. She put her hands on my shoulders to steady 
herself, so I reached up to heft her dangling breasts.

Accompanied only by soft moans, Kendall and Elaine worked 
themselves toward orgasm. Elaine came first, panting and crying 
out softly. Then Dennis rolled her onto her side and started 
thrusting into her. Shortly after that, Kendall climaxed, 
clutching my shoulders and shuddering silently. Then I reached 
down to grip her hips as I started thrusting up into her.

Dennis came before I did, grunting with his release. Then he and 
Elaine stretched out to watch Kendall and me. When Kendall arched 
her back in pleasure, I lifted my head to capture a nipple. She 
gasped and clutched my head with one hand, supporting herself 
with the other.

I guess I was kind of showing off, but I pumped into Kendall for 
a long time. Whenever I felt myself getting too close to orgasm, 
I buried my cock inside her and held still until the feeling 
passed.

She climaxed a second time while I thrust into her, once again 
shuddering in silent ecstasy. Then I rolled us both over and 
began thrusting into her as she lay beneath me. Her breasts 
bounced deliciously and her eyes twinkled as she gazed up at me.

"Show off," she said almost inaudibly.

"You know you love it," I replied, equally quiet.

Then she closed her eyes and arched her back, nodding as she did.

For several minutes, I pumped into her. Then I buried myself in 
her depths one final time, letting my impending orgasm subside. 
While I remained still, I sat back on my haunches, my cock still 
ensconced in her hairless pussy. I put my hand on her abdomen and 
pressed my thumb against the base of her clit.

She was already close to orgasm, so it didn't take much to push 
her over the edge. When she came, she curled up and pulled me 
close, shuddering noiselessly. After her orgasm subsided, I 
resumed moving within her. Then I picked up my pace and thrust 
into her with powerful strokes, her pelvis tilted upward to 
receive me.

After only a minute, I plunged into her and stopped moving. In a 
heartbeat, I erupted, my cock swelling inside her as spurt after 
spurt filled her. When I finally regained my senses, I smiled 
down at her. To my surprise, Elaine and Dennis started clapping 
softly.

"Wow," Kendall said quietly.

"That was amazing," Elaine gushed. Then she turned to Dennis. 
"You should try that with me sometime."

"Perhaps if I'm properly motivated," he said evenly.

"Okay, buster," she said, "I'll properly motivate you."

"I'm looking forward to it," he replied, a grin clearly evident 
in his tone.

Afterward, we talked for a while. Elaine and Dennis had never 
done something like that before, but they both seemed at ease 
with the fact that they'd just had sex in front of another 
couple. Our conversation mostly centered on ordinary things, but 
Elaine occasionally tried to wheedle tidbits of information out 
of me, mostly about my parents. When she realized that I was 
being intentionally reticent, she complimented me on it.

"You _are_ an extraordinary teenager," she said.

"Tell me about it," Kendall said with a soft chuckle.

We talked some more and then decided to take a swim. Before we 
waded into the water, Kendall captured my hand and held it 
between her legs. Our combined fluids had run down her thigh, and 
she was slippery. With a grin, she kissed me fiercely.

"I _like_ the feeling," she said.

"Mmmmm, me too." Then I spread our juices over her clean-shaven 
sex.

She hissed when I brushed her clit.

"Sorry."

"Don't be. I'm just very, _very_ sensitive right now. But I 
enjoyed getting that way."

"Me _too_," I agreed with a roguish grin.

After our swim, Elaine and Dennis walked up the hill with us. 
Then they bid us goodnight at their building. Kendall and I had 
about an hour before our curfew, so we sat in one of the lounge 
chairs outside the Winnebago. She curled up in my lap and laid 
her head on my shoulder. We passed the time in contented silence.

When midnight finally rolled around, I kissed her goodnight and 
then turned toward my cabin as she closed the camper door. To my 
surprise, Mom was reading when I arrived.

"How was your evening, honey?" she asked.

"Really good."

"I was just about to head to bed," she said with a yawn. "You 
probably should too. I understand you've got a big hike in the 
morning."

"Oh, yeah..."

"And just _when_ were you going to tell us about that?" she asked 
with teasing sweetness.

"Um... I... um... I mean... um... sorry," I stammered.

"Uh-_huh_." Then she grinned. "You'd better get your rest. You've 
got a big day ahead of you."

Grinning shamelessly, she shut off her reading light and stood. 
With a smug smile that I could practically _hear_, she stood on 
tiptoe and kissed me goodnight.

-----

The next morning, I did a light workout of just sit-ups and push-
ups, accompanied by my usual jumping rope. Then I showered, 
shaved, and quietly loaded the backpack. Mom got up as I was 
getting ready to leave. She sleepily kissed me and then walked 
onto the porch with me.

"Were you planning to be back at the regular time?" she asked.

"Six o'clock? Yeah. Why?"

"Well, I was going to tell you that if it's okay with Melissa and 
Adam, you can come back later. Say, around eight o'clock?"

"Really?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because it's Kendall's last day."

"Oh."

"Just have fun. I'll talk to Melissa later this morning and find 
out what time you and Kendall are coming back."

"Thanks, Mom," I said. Then I kissed her on the cheek and trotted 
down the steps, the backpack slung over one shoulder.

At Kendall's camper, she and her mother were awake and quietly 
moving about. And both of them were wearing bikini bottoms. 
Kendall looked a little out of sorts, but I couldn't figure out 
what was wrong.

When I asked about the eight o'clock return time, Kendall didn't 
even flinch. I got the feeling that she'd already been shocked 
beyond reaction. Melissa agreed without hesitation.

On autopilot, Kendall helped me pack her towel, sunglasses, 
tanning oil, a small bag with soap and shampoo, and then our 
lunch. Melissa stepped outside with us and bid us farewell.

Kendall walked in silence, and I began to worry about her. By the 
time we reached the trees on the far side of the feeder lake, I 
had decided to say something.

"Are you okay?" I asked tentatively.

"What?"

"Are you okay? You seem... distracted this morning."

She stopped and looked at me blankly. Then she blinked and seemed 
to see me for the first time.

"What's the matter?" I asked softly. Then I pulled her toward me 
and made eye contact.

"My mom knows."

"About what? About us? Of course she knows..."

"No," she said emphatically. "She knows I shaved."

"How?"

"The tampons," she said distractedly.

"Huh?"

"She started her period this morning."

"And?"

"We use the same box of tampons," she said, as if that explained 
everything. When she saw that I still didn't get it, she 
elaborated. "I'm wearing my bottoms because I'm supposed to be on 
my period. So if I'm on my period, why haven't I used any 
tampons?"

"Uh-oh. Did she say anything?"

"No, she just looked at me kinda funny when she came out of the 
bathroom this morning. When I saw that she had her bottoms on, I 
knew what must have happened." Then she frowned. "That was 
_dumb_. I should've thought of that."

"Hold on a second," I said, hoping to forestall her self-
condemnation. "She didn't say anything about it?"

She shook her head. "She just looked at me, looked at my bottoms, 
and she kinda figured it out, I guess."

"How?"

"At the party," Kendall explained patiently, "she saw that Susan 
was shaved. And I guess she figured when I went to Susan's to fix 
you breakfast, that was probably what I was doing. Shaving. So 
when she realized that I hadn't used any tampons, I guess she put 
it all together."

"But she still didn't say anything about it," I said. "Right?"

"No. But that's not the weird part," she said dejectedly. "At 
least, it's not what convinced me she really _did_ know I'd 
shaved."

"So what convinced you?"

"She suggested I change into these," she said, indicating her 
white string bikini bottoms.

"Huh?"

"She said, 'You should wear the white ones, dear. You look 
prettier in them. And they tie on the sides, so they'll be easier 
to take off.' Why would I need to take off my bottoms if I were 
really on my period?" she asked. When I didn't answer, she 
shrugged. "Exactly. So she knows," she said morosely.

"Hold on a second," I said. "She still didn't say anything about 
it. Except to suggest a much cuter set of bottoms, I mean. So 
what if she knows?"

"So? So what? What if she tells my dad? What if she grounds me or 
something? What if...?"

"What if she helps you prepare lunch and then sends you on a 
hiking trip with your boyfriend, _alone?_" I asked, interrupting 
her. "What if she doesn't say anything about the fact that you've 
done something for your pleasure as well as your boyfriend's? And 
what if she then says you can come home two hours later than 
normal, so you can spend a little more time with your boyfriend, 
doing whatever you're going to do while you're _alone_ with him?"

"What do you mean?"

"Basically, I mean she knows we're having sex, she knows you 
shaved yourself so we could enjoy it more, and she practically 
forced us to spend the day doing more of the same." Before she 
could say anything, I continued. "Besides, she's had _dozens_ of 
opportunities to tell your father, or ground you, or worse, but 
she hasn't taken _any_ of them." Then I grinned at her and 
softened my expression. "So why're you worried, O Princess of 
Panic?"

"Am I really that bad?" she asked miserably, tears welling up.

"No," I said softly. "But look at it this way." When she met my 
eyes, I smiled reassuringly. "It takes one to know one."

"Huh?"

"I'm not as bad as before, but I guess I used to be the Prince of 
Panic. What if my mom tells my dad? What if I don't see her 
again? What if she doesn't love me like I love her? What if, what 
if, what if. Bah!"

"Really?"

"You have no _idea_ how insecure I am," I said. "But strangely, 
that's not the case when I'm with you."

"It's not?" she asked, sniffling softly.

"Nope. You're good for me. And I'd like to think I'm good for 
you, too."

"You are," she quickly agreed.

"Good," I said, pulling her against me. "Now tell me you love 
me."

"I love you."

"And tell me your mom knows we're having sex."

"My mom knows we're having sex," she parroted.

"Tell me your mom knows you shaved your pussy."

"My mom knows I shaved my... my pussy," she said with a blush.

"You're not going to get in trouble."

"I'm not going to get in trouble."

"You love your boyfriend," I prompted.

"I love my boyfriend."

"You want to take off your bottoms."

"I want to take off my bottoms," she repeated before she realized 
what I'd said.

She tried to get away from me, but I had a firm grip on her. I 
grinned and grabbed the bow holding the left side of her bikini 
bottoms. With an inexorable tug, I pulled it loose. Then I held 
her with my right arm while I untied the other bow. The material 
dropped free, leaving her clad only in a waist chain, hiking 
boots, and a petulant frown.

"See?" I said lightly. "That wasn't so hard."

"You're a bad man, Paul Hughes."

"Yes," I said whimsically, "but you love me."

"I can't help it!"

"Me either." Then I grinned at her. "If you'd like, I'll carry 
your bottoms."

"Oh, you will?"

"Mmm hmm," I said with a lecherous grin.

"You're impossible," she said. "Simply impossible."

"I aim to please. Now, let's get your unnecessary bottoms squared 
away and we'll be ready to go."

Suddenly, she picked up the white fabric, tossed it to me, and 
turned to walk up the trail. She tried not to smile when I caught 
up with her, but my grin was infectious, and she didn't hold out 
long.

"I mean it. You _are_ impossible," she said, grabbing my hand and 
increasing our pace.

-----

The day at the quarry was blissfully relaxing. We took a swim 
when we first got there, reveling in the clear, cold spring 
water. Afterward, I had her lie on the big sloping rock next to 
the flattop boulder. As it warmed her back, I slowly warmed her 
front, licking, sucking, and kissing her body.

Then I gently spread her legs and licked her pussy, once again 
marveling at the smoothness of her skin. I took my time with her, 
enjoying myself and making sure she enjoyed it as well. Finally, 
she had a silent, powerful orgasm, her legs clamped to the sides 
of my head.

After a leisurely lunch, we floated on the raft for a while. With 
my arm around her, she rested on my chest and idly ran her 
fingers over my muscles. Then we had a serious conversation about 
the end of the summer. I knew she didn't want to leave me, but I 
also realized how different she was from Gina when she didn't cry 
or get upset.

She really didn't want to break up with me, but she knew that a 
long-distance relationship would be hard on both of us. 
Especially with Gina actually going to school with me and living 
nearby. And doubly so with Kendall in college, surrounded by 
college guys. I didn't doubt she could be faithful, but it wasn't 
fair for me to even ask.

She wanted Gina and me to come up for the first football game if 
we could, and I promised to find a way to do it. Her parents 
always took the Winnebago to Knoxville and "tailgated" for 
football games (evidently, there were a _lot_ of tailgate parties 
at UT games). So if Gina and I could make it to Chattanooga--a 
two-hour drive from Atlanta--we could simply ride with the 
Paytons to Knoxville.

We also talked about the previous night. Kendall admitted, a 
little guiltily, that she liked showing _me_ off as much as I 
obviously liked showing off myself. She said it kind of excited 
her to know that Elaine had the hots for me. She didn't know how 
she would feel actually having sex with another couple, but she 
definitely liked watching and having someone watch us.

After a while, we took a swim to cool off and then climbed back 
onto the raft to float around some more. Then we talked about 
what _I'd_ be doing for the rest of the summer. She had obviously 
become more and more comfortable with Susan, and even told me to 
make sure I got a going-away present for her.

She said she was a little jealous of the time Susan would get to 
spend with me, but not much. It was interesting watching Kendall 
analyze her own reactions. She realized she was envious, but 
didn't get upset about it. Instead, she joked with me.

"You know," she said with an impish grin, "I had to get you ready 
to have sex with a shaved woman again."

"Uh-huh. That was very nice of you. Speaking of which...," I said, 
rolling toward her.

She hastily succumbed to my advances, positioning herself on all 
fours and gazing back at me expectantly. I gripped her hips and 
entered her slowly from behind, taking my time so she'd enjoy it 
(and so we wouldn't upset the raft). When I was close to coming, 
I asked her to roll onto her back. When she did, she spread her 
legs to accommodate me, reaching for me with a smile. A short 
time later, I buried myself to the root, filling her with come.

As we panted and slowly recovered, we kissed languorously, simply 
enjoying the feeling as our sweaty bodies slid over one another. 
With a grin, I simply rolled us both off the raft. She came up 
sputtering, but smiled and then swam into my arms.

"I wasn't finished kissing you," she said as I treaded water to 
keep us both afloat.

The rest of the day, we mostly lounged around and relaxed. With 
Gina, I would've felt the constant obligation to have sex, if 
only to satisfy her. But with Kendall, it was different. We 
talked a lot more. And when we did have sex, we seemed to have 
some deep connection that I didn't fully understand.

When six o'clock finally arrived, we took a quick swim to cool 
off, spent a few minutes lazily kissing each other, then packed 
our belongings. As I slipped the backpack over my shoulders, she 
gazed at me silently. Then she stepped forward and kissed me.

"I'll always love you," she said. "And you'll always have a place 
in my heart. The _first_ place. I may meet another guy, but he'll 
never be my first."

"I know," I replied softly. Then I kissed her, slowly, tenderly, 
but full of heat. "And I'll always love you."

"Thank you."

With that, we walked down the slope, hand-in-hand.

-----

The rest of the evening, we simply hung out together in the 
clubhouse. We played a game of Scrabble with Elaine and Dennis, 
and it was light-hearted and fun. But the Raefords knew that it 
was Kendall's and my last night together, so they went to play 
cards with the Gartners after that one game.

A while later, Drew and Erin walked up. Evidently, they wanted to 
go on a walk together, alone, but my mom had said they needed to 
have us with them. Drew seemed to resent it, but Erin actually 
looked relieved. Kendall smiled at me as she took my hand and 
stood. Then the four of us grabbed our towels and headed down to 
the lake. Since the evening was still warm, we decided to swim 
out to the raft.

My parents had relaxed Erin's curfew, since it was Drew's last 
night, but she still had to be home by eleven. Kendall didn't 
want to cause any more friction with Drew, so she also bid me 
goodnight at ten forty-five. While I kissed her goodnight, Drew 
did the same with Erin. Then he and Kendall went inside the 
camper and shut the door.

"Thanks," Erin said as we walked toward our cabin. I had my arm 
around her and I was pretty sure she was happy for the protective 
gesture.

"For what?"

"For going on a walk with us."

"You're welcome." Then I paused and looked at her closely. "Is 
everything okay, Er?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Did Drew... um... want to do something?"

"Yeah," she said with a shrug. "He always does."

"Guys can be like that sometimes," I said.

"He's been pretty nice lately. Whatever you said to him last week 
really made him... um... I dunno... nicer, I guess."

"Nicer?"

"Yeah. He stopped trying to get me to... um... you know, do stuff." 
Then she looked at me sharply. "Did you beat him up or 
something?"

"What makes you ask that?"

"Well, he had skinned-up knees, and he kept rubbing his chest 
that night. So I figured you hit him or something."

"Not really," I half lied. "Why?"

"I dunno," she said with a shrug. "It wasn't over me, was it?"

"Let's just say we had a talk about women in general," I replied.

"Oh. Was he trying to boss Kendall around?"

"In a way."

"He tries that with me, but I'm not gonna jump every time he 
wants me to."

"Good," I said sincerely. "And you know you don't have to do 
anything you don't want to, right?"

"Yeah. Mom, Susan, and I had this big talk about it a while ago. 
It was kinda cool. They treated me like a grown-up, instead of a 
little girl."

"You're not really either, though, are you?"

"That's what Susan said," she said, looking up suddenly. Then she 
laughed softly. "You're a lot cooler since you and her started... 
um... you know."

"Thanks, I guess."

"You're actually a cool brother now. You were kind of a pest 
before. But now... well, now I'm glad you're my brother. Like, I 
know if Drew ever _did_ do anything I didn't want him to, you'd 
beat him up or something. That's kinda cool."

"Well, I'm not gonna fight your battles for you, but if you ever 
need help...," I said.

"That's what Susan said," she repeated with another laugh. "She 
said if I ever needed help, I should talk to you."

"She knows me pretty well."

"Yeah. She's a real cool woman."

"She is, isn't she?"

When we walked into our cabin, Mom and Dad looked up from where 
they were talking quietly on the couch.

"And to what do we owe the pleasure of _both_ of you being home?" 
Mom asked with a wry grin. "And you two are getting along so 
well. Is everything okay?" she asked with mock concern. She could 
obviously tell by our expressions that nothing was _really_ 
wrong.

"We were just having a brother-sister chat," I answered light-
heartedly.

"I think they're growing up," Mom facetiously said to Dad.

"Maybe," I replied, "but don't tell anyone."

"Yeah," Erin said, grinning at me, "we wouldn't want to ruin our 
reputations."

-----

The next day, Kendall's family and mine had breakfast together in 
the clubhouse. As we ate, we laughed and reminisced about the 
past few weeks. After we walked back up the hill, we all helped 
get the Winnebago ready to travel. I helped Drew and Adam check 
the fluid levels and make sure the engine was ready. While 
Melissa and Kendall secured the inside of the camper, Mom and 
Erin helped gather the lawn chairs, folding picnic table, and 
other things outside the camper. Then Drew and I strapped all the 
outside furniture to the luggage rack at the back of the big 
vehicle.

When everything was ready to go, we all took a break and walked 
down to the lake so the Paytons could cool off before they had to 
leave. Kendall and I lingered behind the rest of the crowd, but 
we didn't talk much as we walked down the hill. Once we had a 
quick swim, she and I headed back up the hill to the camper.

We knew we wouldn't have much time alone, so we didn't fool 
around. Much. Then she changed out of her wet bottoms and into a 
pair of panties and _short_ cutoff jeans.

"I started spotting this morning," she said by way of 
explanation.

"Oh."

"Yeah," she said, with a bit of relief. "I knew we were probably 
safe, since you never came inside me, not until Friday at least, 
but..." Then she shrugged.

"Yeah."

"And since I started spotting this morning, I know we're okay."

"Yeah, that's good."

She nodded emphatically.

After that, I put my arm around her and simply held her close. 
Through the screen door, we saw her parents and mine coming up 
the hill a little later.

"Will you write to me?" she asked.

"As often as I can."

"I don't think I'll be able to make long-distance calls, but..."

"I'll call you," I said, "whenever my parents'll let me." Then I 
gathered her into my arms. "You know I'll always love you, 
right?"

"Yes," she said softly. Then she looked up, her eyes misting 
over. "These have been the best three weeks of my life."

"Mine too."

"I love you," she whispered.

Then her parents reached the camper and we stood. Kendall wiped 
her eyes, but neither of her parents gave us a second glance when 
they saw us together.

Once they had their wet towels (and Melissa's wet bottoms) hung 
up in the bathroom, they made a few last-minute preparations, 
latching cabinets and securing everything for the drive. When the 
inside of the Winnebago was secure, I helped Drew with the 
leveling jacks while Adam disengaged all the plumbing and 
electrical connections.

Kendall and I hugged one last time and then shared a relatively 
chaste kiss. When Adam gave the order, they all said one final 
goodbye and then entered the camper. I rejoined my family and we 
waved to them as they pulled out.

I could see Kendall's face in the back window as they approached 
the top of the hill. At the same moment, we waved to each other 
one final time.

Then, she was gone.

-----

*Author's Note:* There will be two more chapters of _Summer Camp 
- Book 2: Gina_. Since both of them are "macro" chapters, 
detailing quite a bit of time, I want to take an extra week to 
make sure I include all the points I need to cover. Consequently, 
Chapter 31 will be posted on Sept. 22, and Chapter 32 (the final 
chapter) will be posted on Sept. 29. Thank you all for reading.

-----

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

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