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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 32a
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, mff, mF, teen, oral, first
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 
coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse 
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Part I

When school started after Christmas break, Gina drove us in the 
Bumble Bug. At school, Shannon gushed over how cute the little 
Beetle was. Scott gave me a hard time about being chauffeured 
around by a girl, but I knew he was just teasing.

The Iranians still held the American hostages, but the burning 
anger had settled to a dull, seething resentment. After my 
"fight" with Tony Malone, no one bothered Gina or me, which was 
all I really wanted. I didn't want to get into another fight, and 
I _certainly_ didn't want to be suspended for any more wrestling 
matches.

When Gina's parents got her the car, my parents started talking 
about buying one for me as well. They told me if I got a 3.5 
grade point average for the semester--which was a B plus--they'd 
buy me the used car of my choice. Even though they put some 
restrictions on the offer (no used Porsche 911 for me), it was 
still very fair. But it was also going to be tough, especially 
with my honors classes and wrestling.

The previous semester, I'd gotten a 3.1 average, which was better 
than a B. Gina had to help me a little with English, but I found 
that I actually enjoyed it. I liked writing and my vocabulary was 
improving. I didn't think I'd ever get to actually _use_ words 
like perspicacious, recherche, or many others, but at least I 
knew what they meant.

The rest of my classes were pretty easy, so I wasn't worried 
about them. I had a penchant for history, and my Physics class 
was basically just a lot of math.

I also loved my Art class. I'd probably never be able to draw the 
human figure or a bowl of fruit, but I could do geometric shapes 
and architectural-type drawings with ease. I also liked the 
history of art, and enjoyed learning how the different artists 
and styles had influenced subsequent generations. Never in a 
million years did I imagine that Art class would be an easy A, 
but it was.

As the semester progressed, I spent most of my spare time either 
at wrestling practice or doing homework. Gina and I often studied 
together, and she was extremely serious about her schoolwork. 
Generally, whenever we did our homework together, we'd fool 
around beforehand and then get to work.

I wrote to Kendall as often as I could, and talked to her on the 
phone whenever I had the chance. She was still lonely, but she 
was beginning to make some close friends. Her roommate and 
suitemates had basically adopted her; they took her to parties 
and introduced her to their friends. I was happy that she had 
people to spend time with, but I know she still missed me.

-----

Ever since the Coulters moved to Atlanta, they had been searching 
for a home to buy. They expanded their search to include the 
entire school district, but nothing appealed to them. Finally, at 
the end of January, they found something they liked.

It was a vacant lot in a new subdivision. Actually, it was _two_ 
vacant lots, both at the end of a cul-de-sac. They quickly bought 
both of them. At the same time, they talked to the man who owned 
the property behind theirs. When the negotiations were complete, 
the Coulters owned the two half-acre lots and the three acres of 
forest directly behind them.

Chris and Elizabeth began interviewing architects, and finally 
settled on a man named Steve Easterbrook. The first time I met 
him, I thought he was incredibly cool. I was studying at Gina's 
house when he pulled up in a big Chevy Blazer. He looked like an 
upscale construction worker, wearing jeans, work boots, a 
comfortable sweater, and a leather jacket.

When Gina went downstairs, she tugged me with her. Chris 
introduced Steve to Gina, Leah, and me. Then we sat around their 
big dining room table. Steve laid out site surveys to show 
potential house placement. Then he began flipping through his 
large sketchbook, showing Chris and Elizabeth some of his concept 
ideas.

Both of them liked a style he called "Jeffersonian," and he made 
a note on his pad. Then he started asking them questions about 
the house they envisioned. They wanted two stories, with the 
master bedroom on the main level and three bedrooms upstairs. 
They wanted at least three full baths and perhaps a half-bath 
near the kitchen. They also wanted a large kitchen, a living 
room, an entertainment room, a downstairs office/study, and a 
three-car garage (with a bonus room above it).

Steve made notes as Chris and Elizabeth thought out loud. Gina 
and Leah added their comments, and he noted them as well. The 
family also wanted an in-ground pool and a large hot tub. 
Finally, Chris mentioned that he wanted a two-bedroom 
poolhouse/guesthouse.

Once Steve finished writing down their ideas, he spent a few 
minutes making some quick sketches. Then he flipped to a clean 
sheet in his sketchbook and started drawing. I was amazed. In 
less than fifteen minutes, he sketched the front of the house, 
with graceful columns, large windows, and two wings spreading 
from the central structure. With input from the Coulters, he 
altered things slightly to suit them.

Then he flipped to another page and began sketching out the 
interior. In another fifteen minutes, he roughed out the basics 
of the layout. Once again, the Coulters made suggestions, which 
he duly noted on his pad. I mostly kept my mouth shut, simply 
gawking as he effortlessly laid out the house plan.

By the time I looked at my watch, we'd been sitting there for two 
hours. It seemed like only twenty minutes had passed. I should 
have been home a half-hour earlier, so I got Gina's attention and 
pointed to my watch. The entire drive home, I couldn't stop 
thinking about the architect, and how easily he made the house 
come to life.

As I lay awake that night, unable to sleep, I kept thinking about 
Steve Easterbrook. He owned his own company. He got to work 
outdoors, but he got to work with clients as well. And he got to 
design, no _create_, beautiful houses. In that moment, I knew 
what I wanted to do with my life.

I know it probably sounds very "Brady," but I wanted to be an 
architect.

For the next two weeks, the design of the new house progressed. 
Every time Steve visited the Coulters, I made sure I was there. 
Gradually, the house took shape as he refined his sketches and 
began creating actual design drawings. Then he created watercolor 
drawings of the house from different angles, with landscaping and 
other details.

In Art class, I found myself doodling house designs and trying to 
duplicate Steve's effortless style. I discovered that looking 
effortless takes a lot of effort. My drawings were crude and 
plain, but I kept at it.

I checked out books on architecture from the school library. I 
read up on Thomas Jefferson and the architectural style he 
inspired. I began to see all the little things that made the 
Coulters' new house _Jeffersonian_: the portico and pediment (I 
had to learn what those words meant); the slender columns; the 
simple, classical moldings around the windows and doors; even the 
arched window in the pediment. I marveled at how such small 
details came together to create a magnificent whole.

By the time the Coulters went over the final drawings and plans, 
I think I was as excited as they were. I wanted to see the house 
come to life. I could already imagine what it would look like. 
The night after I saw the final plans, I lay awake in bed, taking 
a mental tour of their new house. In my mind, I could walk from 
room to room and envision it.

I was also excited because I finally felt like I had some 
direction in my life. I was doing well in school. I had finished 
the wrestling season with an 11-2 record (since I'd been 
suspended, I had missed two matches), and I was going to compete 
in the regional tournament. Gina and I were getting along great, 
and Kendall and I talked on the phone almost weekly.

All in all, my life was going pretty well.

-----

In the regional tournament, I advanced to the finals, where I had 
to wrestle Pete Yeager. Whoever won the match would go on to the 
state tournament in Macon. He grinned good-naturedly as we shook 
hands. In spite of the fact that he was from our rival high 
school, I was growing to like him. He had none of the arrogance 
of Emmett Carstairs (the pathetic prick). Emmett was actually 
wrestling JV for Pete's school, because Pete was a better 
wrestler. I got the feeling that win or lose, Pete was looking 
forward to wrestling me.

"No Granby this time," he said sarcastically.

"I dunno, Yeager. It worked last time."

"Last time, I didn't think you could pull it off. This time, I 
know better."

"This time, I've got a few _other_ tricks to show you," I said 
with a grin.

"We'll see," he replied. "Anyway, good luck, Hughes."

"You too."

"Are you gentlemen ready?" the referee asked.

"Yes, sir," we both answered.

With a final shared grin, we put on our "match faces" and squared 
off. As soon as the ref blew the whistle, Pete lunged at me, 
trying for a quick takedown. He knew I wasn't going to lock up 
with him, so he simply decided to try and drop me quickly. I was 
too fast for him and sprawled, shoving him to the mat before me 
and then landing on top of him.

For the first round, I was mostly in control, fighting hard to 
keep him from escaping or reversing on me. But I never could get 
enough leverage to overmatch his strength. When the round ended, 
we separated, breathing hard.

For the beginning of the second round, he chose to start both up, 
so we squared off and waited for the ref to blow his whistle. 
This time, I locked up with him, hoping to let him get 
overconfident and make a mistake. He was stronger than me, but I 
held my own against him. Then he made the mistake of trying an 
overhook and I took him down with a fireman's carry. 
Unfortunately, he quickly reversed on me and put me on the 
defensive. By the time the round ended, I wasn't exactly fighting 
for my life, but he was definitely working me hard.

I chose to start the third round both up. As soon as the whistle 
blew, we locked up ferociously. I was surprised that either of us 
had as much energy as we threw into the lock-up, but we were both 
straining hard. When I tried to duck under, he went for a body 
lock.

I knew the perfect counter: a Farside Metzger. I caught my 
balance, circled Pete's head with my left hand, and reached for 
his inner thigh with my right hand. I stepped to the left--
blocking his right leg with my left--so he couldn't adjust his 
balance when I threw the Metzger. Then I heaved, pulling his head 
to my left and lifting his leg. As he came up, I fell back, 
twisting as I did and continuing the motion I'd started when I 
pulled his head. He flew into the air and landed on his back with 
a resounding thud. Unfortunately, he quickly flipped to his 
stomach.

In the end, I made one mistake. Sometimes, that's all it takes. I 
got sloppy trying to prevent an escape and we rolled out of the 
ring. He got the point for the escape and the ref restarted us 
both up.

Then Pete caught me with a simple double underhook takedown, 
which brought him within one point of me. As long as I could hold 
him off, I'd win on points. But he was still stronger than me, 
and that strength paid off. He scored a two-point near-fall, but 
I bridged out. If I could escape, I'd tie the match.

I couldn't. Pete's strength was too much.

When the buzzer sounded, ending the match, I sagged to the mat.

He had won, 11-10.

Before I could even lift my head, he pulled me to my feet, 
grunting as he did.

"Good God, Hughes," he gasped. "Why you gotta make each match a 
fight to the death?"

When I looked up, he was grinning from ear to ear. It wasn't a 
smug grin though. It was bemused, a little bit surprised, and a 
lot tired.

"If you get even a little stronger," he said, his chest heaving, 
"I'm screwed." Then he shook his head. "Damn. I can hardly stand 
up."

"Good match, gentlemen," the ref said. "Congratulations, son," he 
said to Pete. Then he turned us toward the crowd and lifted 
Pete's arm into the air.

Afterward, I shook Pete's hand again. "Good match, man," I said.

"Talk to me when I recover," he said with a grin. "Good move with 
that Metzger."

I merely shrugged.

"I didn't even think of it when I went for the body lock."

"Yeah," I said with a grin as we walked off the mat, "I wish I 
had a picture of you flying through the air." Then I paused, 
turned to him, and held out my hand. "Good luck at the state 
tournament."

"Thanks, man," he said, gripping my hand. "I think I'm gonna need 
it."

Pete ended up making it to the state finals, where he lost to a 
wrestler from Savannah. Pete fought hard, but he ended up getting 
pinned early in the third round. So even though I placed second 
in the regionals, I had the (small) satisfaction of losing to the 
number two guy in the state.

To no one's surprise, Mike was the 167-pound state champion. 
Scott had also lost in the regionals, but Doc had made it to the 
state tournament. In the quarterfinals, he was beaten by a 
wrestler who was twenty pounds lighter but almost as strong. The 
other guy was simply too fast and too good for Doc, who ended up 
placing seventh in the heavyweight division.

For the off-season, I vowed to work even harder on my strength 
training. Pete was right; if I were just a little stronger, I 
think he'd be outmatched. And I was determined to see that 
happen.

-----

Kendall's eighteenth birthday was on February 23. Since it was on 
a Saturday, I arranged a surprise for her. I talked to my 
parents, and they agreed to let me fly to Knoxville and return on 
Sunday. The only stipulation they made was that I had to finish 
all of my homework before I left. Gina wanted to go too, but she 
had a Latin project due the following Monday. Her entire project 
group would be at her house both Saturday and Sunday.

I called Kendall's room when I knew she'd be in class, and talked 
to her roommate. Abby and I worked things out to make sure 
Kendall spent Saturday morning away from her room. Since I was 
coming into town, Abby planned to spend the weekend at home, so 
Kendall and I would have their room to ourselves.

On Saturday morning, Mom took me to the airport. Kendall's 
suitemate Bridget picked me up at the Knoxville airport when I 
arrived.

"Wow," she said. "You look nice."

"Thanks," I said. "I gotta wear a coat and tie when I fly."

"Why?"

"'Cause my dad works for the airline, and we get to fly for free. 
But since we're 'representing the company,' we need to dress up."

"Oh. Cool."

On the drive back to campus--the airport was in another county 
entirely--Bridget subtly quizzed me.

"Are you really still in high school?" she asked.

"Yep."

"Gosh, most of the guys I went to high school with were dorks."

I shrugged. "I guess I'm just grown-up for my age."

"I mean, even my boyfriend acts like a jerk sometimes. And he's a 
junior."

I nodded sagely and said a silent "thank you" to Susan and my 
parents.

"Kendall's always talking about you," she said. "She gets really 
homesick sometimes, but we can always tell when she gets one of 
your letters."

"Really?"

"Yeah," she said. "She gets all cheerful and stuff."

"Cool. I feel the same way about her."

"That's _so_ cool. All of us think it's really wonderful what 
you're doing for her. Flying up and bringing roses. And spending 
the night. That's _so_ romantic." Then she frowned. "I wish _my_ 
boyfriend did stuff like that."

"Speaking of which," I said. "I need to stop and pick up the 
roses. They're at... um... Couch florist?"

"Crouch," she corrected. "Yeah, it's right on the Strip."

The rest of the way to campus, we talked about UT. Bridget and 
her roommate, Toni, were in a sorority, Delta Delta Delta (the 
Tri-Delts). They both really liked it, and had tried to talk 
Kendall into pledging, but she hadn't been interested in joining. 
I heard all about their winter formal dance and Greek Week.

By the time we got to the florist, I understood why Kendall 
didn't want to join a sorority. Bridget wasn't shallow, not by 
any means, but she and Kendall were very different people. After 
we picked up the dozen red roses, Bridget drove us to the dorm.

She parked in a side lot and we headed toward the building. I 
thought I looked incongruous, wearing a coat and tie, carrying a 
dozen roses, with a backpack slung over my shoulder. But as I 
looked around, I realized that I could've been a normal college 
student, except for the coat and tie. And the roses.

Bridget escorted me upstairs and we entered the suite through her 
room. Toni was waiting for us, and she grinned when she saw the 
flowers. Both girls said I looked good in my coat and tie, so I 
didn't take them off. Then I waited for Kendall to return.

When the phone rang, I nearly jumped out of my skin. Bridget 
dashed to answer it. She nodded once, twice, and then grinned.

"She's coming," she said.

I stood waiting, hoping Kendall would be happy to see me. When 
the door opened, I tensed up, suddenly nervous.

"--I don't see why we had to stay there," Kendall was saying to 
Abby. "We could've come back here with... the... book..."

"Happy birthday," I said simply.

She raced into my arms, and I nearly fell over backward from the 
impact. I almost lost my grip on the roses, too. But I held on to 
them, and with one arm around Kendall's waist, I lifted her off 
her feet as she kissed me soundly. When I set her down, Abby, 
Toni, and Bridget clapped and cheered.

"You _all_," Kendall said, blushing. Then she looked at Abby. "So 
_that's_ why you kept me at the library all morning."

"Mmm hmm," Abby said, beaming.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart," I said, handing Kendall the roses.

"Oh, Paul, they're beautiful."

"Come on, girls," Abby said. "It's time for us to go."

"Just a minute," Kendall told me shyly. When I nodded, she 
slipped out of my arms and hugged the three other girls, one by 
one. Then she sniffled and wiped her cheeks. "Thanks you all," 
she said, her voice husky with emotion.

"I'm gonna spend the night with my parents tonight," Abby said. 
"Will y'all be okay here? Alone?"

Kendall nodded, smiling tearfully.

"Don't do anything we wouldn't do," Toni said with a playful 
grin.

Then Abby chivvied the girls into the other side of the suite, 
shutting the bathroom door behind her.

"How long can you stay?" Kendall asked tentatively.

"My flight leaves at 4:35 tomorrow," I said.

"So you can spend the night?" she asked, her eyes twinkling 
hopefully.

I nodded.

"Oh, Paul," she said, hugging me tight. "This is the best 
birthday present _ever_. Thank you so much."

"I've got more," I said. "I--"

"I don't care what else there is," she said, sniffling again. 
"Having you here is enough. Oh, I love you so much."

"And I love you." Then I pulled her toward me and tilted my head 
to the side. Our lips met and she pressed her body against mine. 
Then she pulled back suddenly.

"Oh, no," she said.

"What?"

"I..." When she glanced at me, she looked abashed.

"What is it?"

"I... I'm a mess. I haven't taken a shower today, I haven't shaved... 
um... down there in a week, I..."

"Shhhhh," I whispered. "You're not a mess. You're beautiful. And 
we can take a shower together. Besides, I can't wait to get out 
of this coat and tie."

"Oh, my goodness," she said suddenly. "I didn't even pay 
attention." Then she stepped back a little. "Wow, you look so 
handsome."

"Thanks, but this collar is killing me."

With a grin, she kissed me tenderly and then loosened my tie. 
Then she deftly unbuttoned my collar. From beneath lowered 
lashes, she glanced at me.

"Does your mom do that for your dad?" I asked quietly.

She moistened her lips and then nodded.

"I like it when you do it for me."

"Me too," she whispered.

I simply held her for a while, delighting in the feel of her body 
next to mine.

She put her arms around my body, inside my coat. Then she pulled 
back and grinned at me.

"Are you ready for a shower?" I asked.

She nodded and then smiled at me, her tears already drying. "I 
want to see your new, ahem, hairstyle," she said with a 
mischievous grin.

She knew about my shaved pubic hair, but she hadn't seen it yet. 
I wasn't as bare as I'd been when Gina and Lisa first shaved me, 
but I was still pretty smooth. I had finally settled on a simple 
patch of hair above my dick. I only shaved the base of my shaft, 
my balls, and the area immediately behind them. Gina liked the 
feeling of my smooth cock and balls, but she also liked how the 
patch of pubic hair tickled her face when she nuzzled me.

In the shower, Kendall was just as appreciative. It wasn't a 
large stall, so we had to press close together, but neither of us 
minded. I washed her hair, gently massaging her scalp while she 
moaned in appreciation. Then she shaved her legs and underarms. 
Finally, she leaned against one wall and propped her foot on the 
other, stabilizing herself so she could spread her pussy. When we 
were done, we shut off the water and reached for our towels.

We spent the rest of the afternoon in bed. Sometime before 
dinner, I gave her the rest of her gifts. Gina and I had gotten 
her a silver ring, with "P-G-K '80" engraved inside the band. It 
was a little too big for her finger, but that didn't stop her 
from wearing it. I told her we could have it sized, but she 
wasn't ready to let go of it yet.

I also got her a white silk robe and negligee set. The nightgown 
was very short, and the silk was so fine that it was almost 
sheer. When she put it on, it left just enough to the 
imagination. Needless to say, my jaw fell open. When she put on 
the thigh-length robe, it hugged her curves and looked incredibly 
sexy.

Before she could thank me properly, the phone rang. It was her 
parents, calling to wish her a happy birthday. She talked to them 
for about ten minutes, never mentioning that I was there. When 
she hung up, she gave me a sultry look, opened the robe, and 
pushed me back onto the bed.

That night, I took her to dinner at a restaurant on the Strip 
(the main road with all the bars, restaurants, and stores). We 
had a really good time, and ended up walking back to her dorm arm 
in arm. In her suite, we spent some time with Bridget and Toni. 
Kendall showed them her presents and they cooed appreciatively.

Around nine, Gina called to wish Kendall a happy birthday. 
Kendall thanked her for the ring, but didn't mention the negligee 
set. (I hadn't told Gina about it, since I didn't want her to 
feel like she also had to get Kendall a personal gift.) The two 
girls talked for a few minutes and then hung up.

We stayed up talking with Bridget and Toni until almost midnight. 
Both of them said we made a cute couple. And it made me feel 
grown-up to sit on Toni's bed--with my arm around Kendall--and 
talk about college. Then, with a bashful grin, Kendall tugged me 
back toward her room. Bridget and Toni teased us, but I could 
tell that they were happy for Kendall.

The next day, Kendall's suitemates drove us back to the airport. 
They walked me to the gate, where I checked in with the gate 
agent. She had my name on the stand-by list and I showed her my 
dependant ID. Then she looked up at the three girls, who were 
standing about ten feet behind me.

"Which one's your girlfriend?" the agent asked. Then she smiled 
and held up her hand to forestall my answer. "Let me guess," she 
said. "The tall, distraught-looking brunette."

I looked over my shoulder and followed her gaze. Then I turned 
back and nodded.

"She's very beautiful," she said.

"Um... thanks. I think so too."

"If you're leaving your girlfriend," the agent said with a smile, 
"then I think the least we could do is upgrade you to first 
class. If you have to be unhappy, then at least you'll be 
comfortable."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." Then she handed me my boarding pass. "We'll be 
boarding in about an hour."

"Okay. Thanks."

I sat down and put my arm around Kendall. She wasn't very 
talkative, so Bridget, Toni, and I ended up carrying the 
conversation. They told me all about Knoxville, and the cool 
things to do in town. They also talked about UT and their 
sorority. The plane arrived and disgorged its load of passengers, 
which only made Kendall hug me tighter.

Because I was flying stand-by, I had to board last. But that 
actually turned out to be a benefit, because I got to spend an 
extra few minutes with Kendall. At the gate, she kissed me 
goodbye, her body pressed against mine. I didn't want to let her 
go and I knew she felt the same way, but I had to board the 
plane. With a final kiss, I turned and handed my pass to the gate 
agent. I waved to Kendall one last time and then continued down 
the jetway.

-----

In March, the contractor broke ground on the Coulters' new house. 
The family had spent the first part of the month frantically 
specifying the interior decor. The house would take almost six 
months to build, depending on the weather. The guesthouse and 
pool would take another two months to complete. So it would be 
the end of August before they could move in. Fortunately, that 
coincided perfectly with the end of the one-year lease on their 
current house.

-----

For spring break, Gina and Leah were going to visit their 
grandparents in Richmond, Virginia, so I planned to fly up to 
Knoxville and spend time with Kendall. Her spring break was the 
week before mine, but she said she could afford to skip one or 
two classes and spend a few days with me. We'd be together from 
Saturday to mid-Wednesday.

Her suitemate Bridget had even offered to let us use her car and 
her family's cabin in the mountains. So Kendall and I would have 
almost five days to ourselves. She was looking forward to it as 
much as I was.

-----

In the months after Christmas, Gina had settled down and we'd 
actually grown closer. She didn't get possessive and she didn't 
turn petulant when things didn't go her way.

I think a lot of it had to do with the fact that we could have 
sex on a regular basis. More than anything else, I think it 
relaxed her. She was still selfish sometimes, and she 
occasionally treated me like an object, but she was apologetic 
when I pointed it out to her. And she seemed to genuinely want to 
improve.

We had gotten together with Heather a few more times and finally 
talked the blonde girl into going nude in the hot tub. She had a 
cute patch of dark blonde pubic hair and a gorgeous, full ass. 
Gina told me that the few times she tried to go down on Heather, 
the blonde girl had balked. Instead, Gina settled for teaching 
the other girl how to give a good blowjob. I was more than happy 
to provide the practice equipment

Heather wasn't ready to have sex yet, but she liked watching Gina 
and me. She _did_ let me go down on her, and really enjoyed it 
when I did. In school, she was as demure as ever, but when she 
came over to Gina's house, she was almost a different person.

The really cool thing about her was that she only wanted to be 
friends with me. I know she realized how committed I was to Gina, 
but that didn't have anything to do with her feelings. She knew I 
was discreet, and she didn't have to worry about getting a bad 
reputation. So I think she saw me as a good friend, and someone 
she could fool around with.

-----

During one of my phone conversations with Kendall, shortly before 
our spring break together, I mentioned Heather. The older girl 
immediately picked up on the fact that Gina and I were fooling 
around with her. In bits and pieces, she dragged the story out of 
me. I think she could hear in my voice that I wasn't in love with 
Heather, and that seemed to satisfy her.

Once I realized that Kendall wasn't hurt by the fact that Heather 
was giving me blowjobs, I told her more about the relationship. 
She confirmed my suspicions about the blonde girl; I _was_ merely 
a good friend. Kendall teasingly called me Heather's blowjob 
buddy.

When I asked her why she wasn't upset, she laughed.

"I guess maybe I realize the difference between love and sex," 
she said. "There are only two women you love."

"Three," I corrected.

"Yeah. Susan. But she doesn't count. Not really. You don't love 
her like you love Gina and me."

"Yeah."

"Besides, I've known you were having sex with other women. First 
there was Stacy. And then Kara. Then there was Lisa."

"Yeah."

"Do you think it's a coincidence that Heather is a _lot_ like 
Lisa?" she asked astutely.

"No," I said in sudden realization.

"Uh-huh. So I'm not worried about you having sex with Heather, as 
long as you're careful."

"Oh, I will be."

"Good. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. You're too 
smart for that."

"Thanks," I said softly.

"And if anything _did_ happen, I'd never forgive you," she said, 
teasing me. "Because then I wouldn't get to have you ravish me."

"Oh?"

"Mmm hmm," she said softly. "I was thinking..."

"Yes?"

"When you come up for spring break, I want you to do something."

"Uh-huh?"

"I... I want you to tie me up and... um..."

Even though her roommate was gone, I heard her cup her hand 
around the phone mouthpiece.

"I want you to... um... rape me."

"You want me to _what?_"

"Not for real," she said hastily. "Just for fun. We'll have the 
cabin to ourselves, and I've been there. The nearest neighbor is 
about a half-mile away. So you could... um... you know... tie me up
and 
do whatever you wanted."

"I dunno."

"Oh, Paul, please. I want you to. I want you to... to rape me."

"Not for real, right?"

"Oh, no. Just for play. But I really, really want you to."

"Okay," I said softly. "I think I can do that."

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, Paul. I love you so much. 
I'll make it worth your while."

"Of course you will," I said roguishly. "You'll be tied up."

"Paul!" my mom called from the kitchen. "Dinner!"

"You'd better go," Kendall said.

"Yeah. I love you."

"I love you too," she said. "And... thanks. For understanding 
about... you know."

"You're welcome. Thank _you_ for understanding. About Heather and 
everything else. I really don't know what I'd do if I didn't have 
you," I said sincerely.

"Oh, Paul," she said softly. "You don't know how good that makes 
me feel."

"I mean it. I'd be lost without you."

"I love you," she whispered. "Now go eat. You've got to be 
healthy and strong when you ravish me."

"Oh, don't worry. I will be. And I love you, too. Bye."

"Bye."

-----

In Atlanta, before my flight boarded, the gate agent talked to 
the flight's head stewardess and they upgraded me to first class. 
They knew I was flying to Knoxville to see my girlfriend, and I 
was beginning to figure out that a lot of women had a soft spot 
for romantic guys.

I didn't _mean_ to get upgraded to first class when I talked to 
the agent; it had just been a lucky break. Since I flew stand-by, 
I had to check in an hour before departure. As a result, I 
usually ended up chatting with the gate agents and stewardesses. 
Dad would say that being polite is its own reward, but I 
certainly got enough _other_ rewards to make it worthwhile, even 
if it hadn't made me feel good in the first place.

When the plane came to a stop at the gate in Knoxville, the head 
stewardess, Bonnie, asked me to wait to disembark. Evidently, the 
flight crew had a layover in town. When the captain and first 
officer came out of the cockpit, carrying their jackets and Jepps 
cases, they glanced at me.

"You're David Hughes' son?" the captain asked.

"Yes, sir," I said, shaking his proffered hand. "Paul Hughes."

"I'm Art Maxwell," he said. Then he pointed to his co-pilot. 
"This is Stu Pfefferman. We've both flown with your dad."

"It's nice to meet you," I said.

Then the two pilots grinned at each other. "Bonnie tells us 
you're meeting your girlfriend," Art said.

"Yes, sir."

"Sir? I'm Art," he said, pointing to himself. "This is Stu." Then 
he grinned at me. "When you say 'sir,' I think I'm back in the 
Air Force."

"God forbid," Stu said teasingly. "That's just what this country 
needs, more half-crazed pilots with missiles."

"Mud mover," Art said to the first officer, winking at me as he 
did.

"Fighter puke," Stu replied without heat.

The two of them continued hurling epithets as we walked up the 
jetway. Bonnie merely grinned at me and shook her head. Then she 
introduced me to the other two stewardesses, Marybeth and Grace.

When we reached the concourse, I almost laughed when I saw 
Kendall. She looked beautiful, but she also looked frantic. As 
soon as she saw me, she ran toward me, her relief evident.

"Oh, my goodness," she said, hugging me tight. "When all those 
people got off the plane and I didn't see you, I thought you 
weren't coming."

When she pulled back, I grinned at her. She was wearing a blue 
wrap-around dress that clung to her curves and matched her eyes. 
Her hair was pinned back on one side, and it was obvious that 
someone had helped her do it. She was also wearing subtle eye 
shadow and lip gloss.

"Jeez, Paul," Art said. "_This_ is your girlfriend?"

"D'you miss the days when you were young and good-looking, Art?" 
Stu asked. "And had beautiful girls waiting for _you?_"

"I'm still young and good-looking," Art said, trying to sound 
hurt, "and I still have beautiful girls waiting for me."

"Well, one out of three isn't bad," Stu said, glancing at 
Marybeth.

For her part, Marybeth blushed bright red.

"Gentlemen," Bonnie asked, "are you going to take us out to 
dinner? Or are you going to make us stand here while you play the 
'bigger dick' game?"

Marybeth and Kendall _both_ blushed at that.

"Killjoy," Art said under his breath.

"Spoilsport," Stu muttered.

"What's your name, dear?" Bonnie asked Kendall as we walked down 
the concourse.

I shouldered my carry-on bag and put my arm around Kendall's 
waist. Then I introduced her to the flight crew.

"Would you like to join us for dinner?" Art asked. "The company's 
paying."

"You just don't want to say goodbye to the pretty girl," Stu 
said.

Kendall blushed when she realized they were talking about her.

"Of course I don't," Art countered.

While they bantered back and forth, I leaned close to Kendall. 
"We don't have to, if you don't want to," I whispered.

"They're fun," she said. Then, "Sure! What the heck."

We decided to eat dinner at the flight crew's hotel. They all 
went upstairs to change clothes while Kendall and I waited in the 
lobby. I told her how beautiful she looked, and how much I was 
looking forward to our time together.

While we ate, Art and Stu tried to outdo each other by telling 
the funniest, raunchiest, most outrageous jokes. I can't remember 
ever laughing so hard. Bonnie rolled her eyes at their antics, 
but she was having as much fun as the rest of us.

As dinner was winding down, it became clear that Art and Marybeth 
were together. He  was boisterous and fun, but whenever his eyes 
fell on the petite blonde stewardess, they grew soft. I 
definitely recognized the look, and I'm sure Kendall did too.

We sat and talked with the crew for a while, listening to their 
stories and simply enjoying ourselves. But since Kendall and I 
still had about an hour's drive to the cabin, we thanked the 
flight crew for the meal and took our leave.

Before we drove up the mountain to the cabin, we stopped for 
groceries at a little market. Mom and Dad had given me a hundred 
dollars for the weekend. Kendall had saved some of her spending 
money, but I wouldn't let her pay for anything.

"You take care of the cabin rental," I said. "I'll buy the food."

"But the cabin's free," she said.

"Then you're in luck."

The cabin itself was amazing. It was constructed of heavy log 
timbers, with a steep roof. Perched on the side of the thickly 
forested mountain, it had a great view of the valley below. 
Except for a big satellite dish standing in a cleared area to the 
side of the cabin, it was very rustic-looking. But inside, it was 
actually fairly modern.

"Wow," I said. "Bridget's family must be pretty rich."

"They are. Her family's got lots of old money."

"Then why's she live in the dorms?" I asked.

"You have to," Kendall said. "If you're a freshman and you don't 
live at home, you have to live in the dorm." She shrugged. "It's 
the rule. And since Bridget wanted to join a sorority, she chose 
to live on campus so she'd be close to her sorority sisters."

"Oh."

We chatted as we put away the groceries and then explored the 
house. Upstairs, it had three bedrooms, a large master bath, and 
another full bath. The main level was mostly one big open room, 
with a few partition walls and large log columns supporting the 
second story. The main floor contained a kitchen, half-bath, 
fully stocked wet bar, dining area, and a huge living area--
complete with a pool table at one end and a large sectional couch 
with a big projection TV at the other.

Along the wall facing the valley, it had a large row of doors 
with big plate-glass windows. They all opened onto the deck, 
which spanned the width of the house. Kendall and I took a 
blanket outside and curled up on one of the deck chairs, simply 
enjoying each other's company and gazing at the stars.

We spent the next four days in isolated bliss. Kendall was 
serious about wanting me to play-rape her. The second night we 
were there, I went out to the porch--to get more firewood--and 
never came back inside. When she came looking for me, after 
several minutes had passed, I snuck up behind her and "attacked" 
her.

Even though she protested and put up a half-hearted fight, I 
could tell by her body's reactions that she enjoyed every minute 
of it. At first, it was weird, but I quickly realized that she 
was really turned on, so I started to enjoy it. I didn't do 
anything deliberately mean, but I was curt and demanding. She did 
everything I told her to, and she never used her safe word.

Normally, I'd never force a woman to have sex with me. But I 
wasn't really forcing Kendall. I was simply pretending to be an 
intruder (who happened to know exactly what she liked). And if I 
had to tell the truth, I enjoyed myself as much as she did.

The rest of the time we were at the cabin, we were a normal 
couple. We cooked together, watched TV, read, relaxed, snuggled, 
talked, made love, took baths together, and generally enjoyed 
each other's company.

We even talked about our sexual fantasies. I was surprised by 
some of hers. Not because they were all outrageous (although some 
of them were), but because some of them were so unlike her. I 
guess that's why they were _fantasies_. Regardless, they were all 
imaginative. Mine were somewhat more conventional, but I could 
tell that some of them really turned her on.

Too soon, though, she had to go back to class and I had to fly 
home. She dropped me off at the airport and walked me to the 
gate. Before I got on the plane, she straightened my tie and gave 
me a quick kiss. Then, with tears welling up, she kissed me again 
and silently waved as I entered the jetway.

-----

After I returned from my spring break with Kendall, Susan came to 
visit us for her birthday, April 18. Both her sons were away at 
school, so we had invited her to Atlanta. We had a big party with 
cake, ice cream, and balloons. The cake had a headstone on it and 
the balloons were black, but I think she enjoyed her 40th 
birthday. Dad and Chris teased her about being an old woman, and 
a few of her presents were gag gifts (Geritol, a cane, and 
denture cream).

"_You_ two can't keep up with her," Elizabeth scoffed playfully. 
"So just watch who you're calling old."

Dad and Chris looked at each other in surprise and then burst out 
laughing. Gina and I got Susan a cut crystal flower vase. 
Privately, I also got her a charm bracelet with six silver 
letters. The jewelry store clerk had looked at me funny when I 
told her I wanted six copies of the same letter, but she'd done 
it. That night, after the Coulters had left and my family went to 
bed, I knocked on the guestroom door. When Susan told me to come 
in, I gave her the bracelet.

"Oh, Paul," she said, "thank you." When she looked at it, her 
brow creased in confusion. Then her confusion turned to 
puzzlement. "Are they all supposed to be the same letter?" she 
asked.

"You and I kind of have this thing for Ps," I said, trying not to 
smirk.

Then she burst out laughing and hugged me. Our hugs led to kisses 
and caresses, and we were soon in bed. Afterward, she stroked my 
face.

"You don't mind that I'm old?" she asked.

"You're not old. You're just old_er_. There's a difference." Then 
I rolled toward her and placed my hand between her flattened 
breasts. "In here, where it really counts, you're not old at all. 
You're a young girl at heart, full of love for life."

"That's a pretty profound thing to say," she said.

"I had a good teacher."

We kissed for a while, tenderly at first. Then our passion grew. 
When I reached between her legs, I easily slipped a finger inside 
her.

"And down here," I said, "you're a young girl too, but full of 
heat."

Later, as we relaxed and caught our breath, she told me about her 
trip to Arlington. She wasn't troubled by her relationship with 
me, but I think she somehow _needed_ to talk to Jack, even if it 
was only in her mind. It settled her. At last, she kissed me 
goodnight and shooed me back to my own bedroom.

Before she left for home, we had a big party at the Coulters' 
house. Once again, Gina and I didn't get to participate, but we 
didn't have to leave the room either. Gina still wasn't very 
happy about it, but she knew her mother well enough that she 
didn't balk at the restriction. Leah was spending the night with 
Erin at our house, so the party at the Coulters' started horny 
and quickly heated up.

We watched the grown-ups play some fun sex games, most of which 
involved blindfolds and guessing who was touching/sucking/fucking 
you. Except for Susan's shaved pussy, the three women were 
similar enough that the guys had a hard time telling who was who.

Gina and I had a good time, even if she did chafe at not being 
allowed to participate. Before the end of the night, Gina's and 
my parents went out to the hot tub, leaving us alone with Susan. 
While I fucked the older woman, Gina straddled her face. After 
about ten minutes, we switched positions and Gina got on the 
bottom.

Gina wanted to watch Susan take me all the way down her throat, 
so we moved to the couch. With the two of them sucking my dick, 
especially when Susan swallowed me whole, it took all my self-
control not to erupt.

Finally, I reached the point of no return and held Susan's head 
down as I filled her mouth with my cream. Gina looked 
disappointed that she didn't get to taste me, but then Susan 
turned to her and grinned tightly. When she opened her mouth, 
there was a small lake of semen on her tongue. Gina's eyes 
practically burned with desire. Then the two of them kissed, 
sharing my semen between them. 

After that, Susan got on the couch and nursed my shrinking cock 
while she spread her legs to give Gina access to her pussy. Gina 
played with herself while she ate Susan. They came within seconds 
of each other.

Since it was a Saturday, I spent the night in Gina's room. My 
parents and Susan drove back to our house for the night. The next 
morning, I awoke to the pleasant sensation of Gina's warm breath 
on my morning hard-on.

After Gina and I showered together, we rode with her parents to 
meet Susan and my family. We had brunch at a really nice 
restaurant, complete with champagne and an incredible selection 
of food. Later that day, we took Susan to the airport for her 
flight home.

-----

Prom.

No other word excites a high school girl like that one. At least 
that's how I saw things. And judging by the reactions of the 
girls around me, I was right.

Our school's junior/senior prom was in early May. It was being 
held at the Peachtree Plaza--the tall, round hotel in downtown 
Atlanta. Gina and I were going, of course, as were Scott and 
Shannon. Kelly and Livy planned to go with us as well. Heather 
Wellesley and Mike Gee were going together, as friends.

Heather and I still hadn't had sex, but more often than not, she 
initiated things, instead of Gina. She still had no interest in 
girl-girl sex, but Gina didn't seem to mind. Much. In addition, 
Gina enjoyed watching Heather and me together, so I think she 
didn't fixate on the fact that Heather had spurned her bisexual 
advances.

I wanted to ask Dad if I could take the Corvette to the prom, but 
Scott talked me into getting a limo. Since there were eight of us 
going together, I acquiesced.

We also started our elaborate schemes to get the girls' parents 
to let them spend the night out. In Gina's and my case, it was 
easy. We simply asked our parents if we could get a hotel room 
and spend the night together. After some discussion--and our 
promises not to drink too much and not to touch any drugs--they 
agreed.

Scott and Shannon proved almost as easy. The two of them had been 
dating for three years. And Shannon's parents really liked Scott, 
so I think they were simply willing to believe that Shannon and 
Gina were going to stay in one room while Scott and I stayed in 
another. In reality, I think they knew what was going on, but 
willful ignorance is a powerful thing.

Kelly and Livy were another matter altogether. Under no 
circumstances were Livy's parents willing to let her spend the 
night out. When they threatened not to let her go in the first 
place, she and Kelly gave up trying to convince them to let her 
stay out. Since Mike and Heather were going as friends, at least 
the two couples could ride home in the limo together.

Scott and I had actually been making our prom plans for a couple 
of months. Because of our foresight, we were able to get dinner 
reservations for all of us at the Sun Dial, the revolving 
restaurant atop the Peachtree tower. We also got adjoining rooms, 
so we'd be able to move between them without using the hallway.

Gina, Shannon, Heather, and Livy got together and went dress 
shopping several times before the actual date. For us guys, it 
was a little easier. We simply went to a local formalwear shop 
and rented tuxedos. All of us chose classic black ones, instead 
of the tacky pastel ones that a lot of guys wore. Surprisingly, 
our tuxes were each different in subtle ways.

The woman fitting me suggested I get a double-breasted jacket, to 
"accent my shoulders and define my narrow waist." (My waist was 
the _only_ thing that seemed to be narrow; my shirts were getting 
tight again.) It sounded good to me, and I looked _cool_ in the 
jacket. With that choice out of the way, I decided on a 
traditional wing-tip formal shirt with a black bow tie and black 
cummerbund.

Scott also chose a double-breasted jacket, but he went with an 
emerald green tie and cummerbund. He knew Shannon well, and she 
was sure to get an emerald green dress. Kelly went with a 
traditional single-breasted jacket, but chose a dove-grey bow 
tie, with a matching vest, instead of a cummerbund. Mike went 
pure traditional, with a single-breasted jacket, black bow tie, 
and black cummerbund.

When the big day finally arrived, Gina and I drove downtown, 
followed by Scott and Shannon. We checked in at the Peachtree and 
took the elevator to our rooms. Once there, we marveled at the 
view from the rooms and then left our overnight bags. We left 
Scott's car in the garage (we'd need it to get home the following 
day, since we would arrive by limo). Then the four of us had 
lunch before heading back to our houses.

Later that night, dressed in all our finery, we all ended up at 
Gina's house, parents and all. And we posed for pictures. Then we 
posed for some more pictures. As a finale, we posed for even 
_more_ pictures. Eight sets of parents were there, with eight 
cameras, and they all wanted pictures, pictures, pictures.

Gina wore a sequined off-white dress with a beautiful pearl 
necklace and earrings (courtesy of my mom). The dress hugged her 
curves and was split to mid-thigh. Two thin straps held up the 
bodice, and I could easily see the sides and inner curve of her 
dusky breasts.

Shannon, predictably, had bought an emerald green dress. It was 
strapless and made from a satiny material that shimmered in the 
light. Livy's dress was a slim black dress, with sheer material 
covering her shoulders and upper chest. Heather had a red 
sequined dress that showed off her creamy skin, healthy breasts, 
and shapely figure.

Finally, we all climbed into the limo and headed downtown. There 
were a lot of other prom couples at the restaurant, mostly in 
smaller groups. Dinner was really good, the view of the city 
skyline was magnificent, and we had a lot of fun. Afterward, we 
went down to the ballroom.

At the dance itself, we stood in the obligatory long line to have 
our pictures taken, again. Afterward, we danced and enjoyed 
ourselves. Gina and I danced together most of the time, but I 
also danced with Heather quite a bit. While I was with Heather, 
Gina dragged Mike onto the dance floor, despite his protests.

Doc Rivera and his girlfriend Veronica were there as well, and we 
spent some time with them. Tony Malone and Becky Leonardi were 
there, but they avoided us. I was also surprised to see Amy there 
with a guy I knew only vaguely. When she and I made eye contact, 
she didn't exactly smile, but she didn't glare either. I also 
noticed that she didn't spend any time with Tony and Becky.

After a while, I looked around and realized that Kelly and Livy 
were nowhere to be found. When I asked Scott about it, he grinned 
and then leaned close.

"I gave them the keys to my room," he said.

My eyes widened in surprise.

He nodded smugly.

"Cool," I said.

When Gina asked what we'd been talking about, I told her. She 
didn't look surprised, so I asked her about it.

"Livy's been planning this for a while," she said.

"Really?"

She nodded. "That's why she was so angry when her parents 
wouldn't let her spend the night 'with the girls.' You can't tell 
anyone, though. Okay?"

I made a zipping motion over my lips and then tossed an imaginary 
key over my shoulder.

"Livy was really excited," Gina said. "And really nervous. It's 
her first time."

"How do you know all this?" I asked.

"She talked to Shannon and me about it. But don't tell anyone 
that either."

"What did you tell her?"

"I said she should suck him off first, so he wouldn't be in a 
hurry." When my eyes widened, she grinned. "Shannon agreed." Then 
she laughed. "I wish you could've seen her face when she asked if 
she should swallow or not."

"What did you say?" I asked.

"What do you _think?_"

"Oh. Yeah."

"Shannon agreed."

I nodded.

"So, hopefully, she sucked him off and then he took his time with 
her."

"Why didn't Kelly ask _me_ for advice?" I wondered aloud. But I 
knew the answer almost as soon as I asked the question. Guys just 
aren't like that. We want the other guys to think we're the 
world's best lovers, despite the fact that it actually takes 
practice. With a chuckle, I thought back to my first time, with 
Susan, and realized how clueless I'd been. "Never mind," I said 
before Gina could answer.

About an hour later, Kelly and Livy returned to the dance. As 
soon as the slim blonde girl saw Gina and Shannon, she rushed 
over, a smile on her face. Kelly headed toward Scott and me. He 
didn't look smug so much as he looked dazed. Surreptitiously, he 
passed the room key back to Scott.

"Everything cool?" Scott asked with a grin.

"Holy shit," Kelly said, grinning stupidly. Then he suddenly 
looked serious. "Don't tell anyone. Okay?"

Scott and I quickly shook our heads.

"Listen," I said seriously, "if we went around blabbing about 
what we did with our girls, do you think they'd still _be_ our 
girls?"

Kelly shook his head.

"So we're cool," Scott said.

"We're cool," I echoed.

"We're _very_ cool," Kelly said, resuming his slack-jawed, goofy-
happy expression.

Scott and I chuckled richly. Then we all three turned to watch 
our girls. They were having an animated conversation, off by 
themselves, and Livy seemed to be blissfully cheerful.

The limo driver returned to the hotel at eleven o'clock sharp. 
Gina, Scott, Shannon, and I escorted the other two couples out to 
the big black car. While the girls hugged, the guys shook hands. 
Then Kelly, Livy, Mike, and Heather got in the car and headed 
home.

Upstairs, Scott and I opened the doors connecting our rooms. 
Scott had somehow procured a bottle of champagne, and it had been 
chilling in the ice-filled bathroom sink for a couple of hours. 
He opened the bottle and poured us each a glass. By the time we 
finished the bottle, the girls had a good buzz going.

"I've got a great idea," Gina said. When we all looked at her 
expectantly, she continued. "I wanna wear Paul's tux shirt." Then 
she looked at the other couple. "We'll be right back."

With that, she practically dragged me back to our room. Without 
shutting the adjoining door, she began to strip off her dress. 
She wasn't too drunk, because she hung it carefully in the 
closet. Then she took off her panties and pirouetted for my 
pleasure, wearing only her pearls, her pumps, and a brilliant 
white smile.

Then she knelt in front of me and lowered my zipper with a grin. 
When she fished out my stiffening cock, she immediately wrapped 
her lips around it. She didn't suck me for long, though, looking 
up and promising more, later, with her eyes. Then she sensuously 
took off my tux. She grabbed my shirt and put it on, kicking her 
shoes off as she did. I carefully slid my semi-erect cock back 
through the fly of my briefs and took them off. Then I put on a 
comfortable pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

When we walked back into Scott and Shannon's room, they had 
changed into more comfortable clothes as well. But when Shannon 
saw Gina, wearing only the tux shirt, the other girl immediately 
went to the closet. We'd all seen each other naked before, so 
Shannon simply pulled off her shorts and t-shirt and then grabbed 
Scott's formal shirt. Like Gina, she only fastened the bottom few 
buttons.

I will tell you here and now that there are very few things more 
beautiful than a girl wearing only your tux shirt and a smile. 
_Very_ few things.

Scott had brought half a bottle of Bacardi rum and some Cokes 
with him, so we filled four glasses with ice and mixed drinks. 
Sitting in the luxurious hotel room, with the curtains open and 
Atlanta's night skyline twinkling, we drank and talked like 
grown-up couples.

Soon enough, however, Shannon and Gina were more than a little 
tipsy. Gina climbed into my lap, straddling my legs, and began to 
kiss me. Not to be outdone, Shannon did the same with Scott. In a 
few minutes, Gina and I were kissing passionately, and she had 
the tux shirt half off her shoulders, baring her breasts. Shannon 
had removed her shirt completely, and was grinding her hips 
against Scott's cloth-covered erection.

Things quickly progressed to the point where the two girls simply 
slid to their knees--at almost the same moment--and extracted our 
cocks. The four of us had fooled around before, either in Scott 
or Gina's hot tub. We'd never traded partners, but we were no 
strangers to seeing the other couple have sex. Scott and I shared 
a silly grin and then returned our attention to the girls.

Later, Gina and I returned to our room, closing the connecting 
doors behind us. She turned out the room lights and we stood in 
front of the window simply enjoying the view. Then she sank to 
her knees and sucked me off again. Finally, we went to bed. We 
didn't get much sleep, but we certainly enjoyed ourselves.

-----

May 17 was Gina's seventeenth birthday, and we had a big party at 
her house. Chris and my dad had built another steel-drum barbeque 
for the Coulters, and we got to be barbarians for the day, 
grilling steaks and chicken.

Scott, Shannon, and Heather came over as well. Heather, of 
course, had known we were nudists for a while. Gina had also told 
Shannon, so Scott knew. Far from being shocked, they were 
intrigued, which is why we felt safe telling them in the first 
place. But they were the only three of our classmates who knew.

Gina's birthday party was the first time we'd invited any of them 
to a nudist social event. Several months before, with the 
approval of the owner, the Coulters had installed a privacy fence 
around the rental house's backyard. So we could have our party 
without worrying about the neighbors.

Scott was anxious at first. He wasn't nervous about taking his 
clothes off--shower with twenty other guys on a wrestling team 
and you'll lose any nudity taboo pretty quickly--but he _was_ 
worried about getting a hard-on. I told him not to worry about 
it, but he was still nervous. So I matter-of-factly suggested 
that he go to the bathroom for a few minutes and "take care of 
things."

"I've got a better idea," he said with a sly grin.

He and Shannon discreetly slipped inside, headed for the 
bathroom. When they emerged, fifteen minutes later, Scott looked 
relaxed and Shannon grinned as she wiped the corners of her 
mouth.

"Was that your suggestion?" Gina asked quietly.

"Not exactly," I said. "But it worked. Did anyone else see?"

"I don't think so," she said. "Everyone's outside."

For the rest of the party, we had a blast. Heather was obviously 
enjoying the sight of the four nude men, and I caught Shannon 
checking out Dad and Chris a couple of times. Shortly before the 
steaks were ready, Shannon dragged _Scott_ into the bathroom.

After dinner, Gina opened her presents. Her family gave her 
clothes and several record albums: Captain & Tennille, Elton 
John, and Rod Stewart (who I _still_ don't like). My family gave 
her a cultured pearl necklace, which my father had bought in San 
Francisco. Scott and Shannon got her a really nice pair of 
tiger's-eye earrings. Heather gave her a matching tiger's-eye 
pendant, on a silver chain. Heather also whispered to Gina that 
she had another gift, "for later."

Kendall and I went in together and--ingeniously--got Gina a 
silver ring, with "P-G-K '80" engraved on the inside of the band. 
When Gina finished opening her gifts, I quietly walked into the 
kitchen and called Kendall, in Knoxville.

In our weekly phone call, a few days earlier, I had told her when 
I'd be calling. She and Gina talked for a few minutes, mostly 
about their rings and how much we were looking forward to seeing 
each other over the summer.

A little later, Lisa McGrath called from Charleston. She and Gina 
chatted for almost half an hour, catching up, giggling, and 
sharing gossip. A few minutes after they hung up, Susan called to 
wish Gina a happy birthday as well.

Around nine o'clock, the party broke up. Scott and Shannon donned 
their clothes, said goodbye, and headed home. Leah was spending 
the night with Erin, so they rode back to our house with my 
parents. Since Heather was spending the night with Gina, I 
couldn't spend the night too--Gina's parents had a rule about me 
not sleeping over if the family had company--but I could stick 
around until midnight. Chris and Elizabeth retreated to their 
bedroom, so Gina, Heather, and I could pretty much do what we 
wanted.

For her private gift, I gave Gina a pair of white silk stockings 
and a white garter belt.  To my astonishment, the salesclerk at 
the store had offered to model a pair for me. I don't think she 
realized I wasn't yet seventeen. (I hate to say it, but I let her 
do it! I was simply so stunned that I didn't have the presence of 
mind--or the willpower--to turn her down. By the way, she looked 
fantastic. But that's all I did, look.)

When I gave Gina the stockings, she tried them on immediately. 
Her pubic hair was still trimmed very close, and she looked 
fantastic. Then she glanced at Heather, who was also still nude.

"What's your mysterious present, 'for later'?" Gina asked.

Instead of answering with words, Heather merely climbed onto 
Gina's bed, lay back, and spread her legs. Then she crooked her 
finger in a come-hither gesture. Gina almost leapt on the curvy 
blonde, burying her face in the other girl's pussy. With a 
chuckle, I moved behind Gina and started playing with her pussy. 
When I slid into her, she lifted her head and moaned that this 
was the best birthday ever.

-----

The last half of May, it seemed like Gina's father worked seven 
days a week. His new TV station planned to go on the air June 1, 
and they still had a lot of work to do. Gina and I studied for 
our exams and looked forward to the end of school.

In addition, I spent as much time as I could at the Coulters' new 
house. Steve Easterbrook was on-site a lot, and sometimes I 
followed him around like a puppy. Gina and I stopped by the 
construction site every day on our way home from school. Gina 
wasn't all that interested in the dirt and construction mess, but 
she knew how much I looked forward to our afternoon visits.

Every time Steve was there, I felt a rush of anticipation. He 
could tell how excited I was, and he always took the time to 
answer my questions, show me drawings, or explain what was going 
on. They were a little behind schedule because of rain delays (it 
was, after all, Spring), but the weather had turned nice and the 
house was finally "under roof."

When the brick masons arrived to start laying the house's facade, 
I immediately thought of Dennis Raeford. Watching the masons work 
was actually really cool. When I asked them to let me lay a few 
bricks, I gained an appreciation for how difficult their work 
was. Since I was with Steve, the lead mason didn't object. The 
man even took the time to show me how it was done.

My bricklaying skills left a _lot_ to be desired. It took me ten 
minutes to lay ten bricks. When I stepped back, proud of my line, 
I realized that in the ten minutes, one of the other masons had 
laid more than _fifty_ bricks. And where his were razor-straight, 
mine were an uneven mess.

"You'd better go ahead and take those down," I said to the lead 
mason. "They're a disaster."

He grinned at Steve and then began pulling my bricks off his 
neat, orderly wall. "It takes practice, sonny," he said with a 
grin. "Layin' brick ain't easy."

"Can you lay bricks?" I asked Steve, dismayed. If I couldn't do 
something as seemingly simple as that, how could I ever hope to 
be an architect?

"Not on your life," he answered immediately. "Oh, I _can_, but 
I'm not much better than you."

"Then how'd you become an architect?"

"Paul," he explained patiently, "I know _how_ to do most of the 
different jobs, but I'm not an expert at any of them. _My_ skill 
is design, and knowing what needs to happen, and when. I 
understand building codes, and design techniques to create a 
desired effect. I may not be able to lay bricks like Jimmy, but I 
can tell you about load-bearing walls, residential traffic 
patterns, and stuff like that. It's my responsibility to get the 
overall project done, not each individual job. I see the _whole 
project_ in my head."

"I do that _too!_"

"Do what?"

"See the whole thing," I said, my excitement building. "The very 
first time I saw the plans, I knew what the house was going to 
look like. I could see it, in my head!"

"_That's_ what it takes to make a good architect, Paul."

"Really?"

He nodded reassuringly.

"Cool."

When we looked up, Gina was grinning at us.

"Are you ready to go, pitter-pat man?" she asked me, her eyes 
twinkling. "We have an English final to study for. And I'll be 
worse than Lady Macbeth if we don't get to it soon."

"'Out, damned spot!'" Steve quoted with a grin, making a shooing 
motion. "'Out, I say!'"

-----

Gina and I spent the rest of the weekend studying. To my 
surprise, I actually made an A plus on my English final. Maybe 
all that studying paid off. I did well on my other finals too. 
And when it became clear that I was probably going to succeed at 
my parents' car-for-grades challenge, I started looking in the 
newspaper for used cars. Mom and Dad told me how much I could 
spend, and I diligently began making a list.

At the end of the school year, when I got the rest of my grades, 
only one of them surprised me. Instead of making a B in Spanish, 
I actually made an A minus. I made an A in Honors American 
History, an A plus in Honors English, an A in Art, a B in 
Physics, and a B plus in Algebra II.

That was a 3.67 GPA, and I was getting a car!

Actually, I didn't really want a _car_. I wanted a Jeep CJ-5. I 
found a couple I liked, but I kept coming back to one in 
particular. It was a '74 CJ-5, with a V8 and a 3-speed 
transmission. It had bigger tires and a couple of inches of lift, 
but nothing too redneck-looking. It was midnight blue, with the 
original tan soft top, doors, and bikini top.

It was at a used car dealer, so my dad went with me to look at 
it. When we took it to our family mechanic, he examined it and 
said it was in really good condition. It would need to have the 
brake pads and air filter replaced, but other than that, it was 
fine.

Dad started negotiating with the car dealer, and ended up getting 
the Jeep for $200 less when he agreed to buy a _second_ car. Dad 
hated leaving his nice Corvette at the airport whenever he flew 
long trips; he wanted to get something cheap to use as an 
"airport car." So in addition to my Jeep, he bought a '65 
Volkswagen Karmann Ghia (which the mechanic also said was in good 
condition).

Dad and I drove our new cars home and then I took him back to get 
his Corvette, which the dealer had diligently tried to get Dad to 
trade in. Mom and Erin came out to admire the two new cars.

Gina knew I wanted a Jeep, but she was pleasantly surprised when 
she saw it. I guess she probably thought I wanted some goofy Army 
jeep, or a mailman's Jeep. When she saw what I had actually 
picked out, she thought it was cool. It fit my personality, she 
said.

-----

For my seventeenth birthday, we had another big party, this time 
at our house. Once again, we cooked out and invited Scott, 
Shannon, and Heather. The three of them seemed to be getting used 
to being nude. Scott and Shannon only had to slip away to the 
bathroom once.

Susan called while we were still cooking, and I talked to her for 
about ten minutes. She said she was looking forward to seeing all 
of us in a few weeks. And she said she had a big surprise--sort 
of a birthday gift--for me at camp. A few minutes later, Gina 
came into the office, so I let her talk to Susan for a few 
minutes.

When Gina handed the phone back to me, she looked around 
carefully. Our families and friends were all outside, so no one 
could see us. Then she dropped to her knees and took my limp 
penis into her mouth. On the phone, I could almost hear Susan 
grinning at me.

"Is she sucking you?" the older woman asked.

"Oh, yeah," I half-grunted.

"I told her to give you a blowjob for me, since I can't be there 
to do it in person."

"Oh... thanks."

For the next few minutes, Susan merely listened as I groaned 
softly, wrapped up in the sensations as Gina ran her lips and 
tongue over my length. Where we were standing--or kneeling--I had 
a good view of the back door, and I _should_ be able to see 
someone coming into the house before they saw us. But the danger 
added to my arousal, and I quickly came in Gina's hungry mouth. 
When she stood up and kissed me, I tasted myself on her lips.

"Happy birthday," Susan said over the phone.

"Happy birthday from Susan," Gina unknowingly echoed, with a 
satisfied grin.

Gina and Susan talked for a couple of minutes, and Gina lovingly 
described the taste of my semen. The two of them were teasing me, 
but I enjoyed it. Finally, Susan wished me a happy birthday, 
again, and we hung up.

When we came back outside, Mom glanced at my shiny cock and then 
took in Gina's smug expression. Instead of reproaching us, she 
merely rolled her eyes and grinned.

Later, Mom and Erin put a big red ribbon on my new Jeep, and my 
parents ceremonially gave me the keys. The Coulters got me a 
really nice backpack with a compact aluminum frame. The new pack 
held twice as much as my daypack, and with the frame, the weight 
was distributed better, so it felt lighter.

Scott and Shannon gave me a couple of albums I wanted, Blondie 
and Queen. Heather's present was the coolest "game" I'd ever 
seen, this thing called Rubik's Cube. My dad finally had to tell 
me to put down my new toy and pay attention to our guests. I hate 
to say it, but I think he only wanted me to put it down so _he_ 
could play with it.

And even though I expected it, I acted surprised when I opened 
Gina and Kendall's gift, a silver ring with "P-G-K '80" engraved 
inside it. Since Gina wore my class ring--heavily padded, so it 
wouldn't slip off her finger--she knew what size ring to get me. 
Gina and Heather also whispered that they had another gift for 
me, once again, "for later."

About that time, Kendall called. I went inside to talk to her in 
private. She was home from school and was really looking forward 
to seeing me when her family came to camp.

"What are you doing before then?" I asked.

"Nothing really. Just helping around the house. Why?"

"Why don't you come spend a week down here? My dad's got to fly 
about two weeks of trips, so we won't be leaving for camp until 
almost the end of June. If it's okay with your parents, you could 
stay in our guest bedroom."

"Really?"

"Sure," I said confidently. "I don't see why not. I mean, I'll 
have to ask my parents, but I think they'd love to have you."

"Oh, my goodness, Paul, that would be wonderful!"

"I could even drive up and get you," I said. Then I told her 
about my new Jeep.

"Let me ask my parents. Can I call you back? Later tonight?"

"Sure."

"Oh, Paul," she said, "I love you so much."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

"I'll call you. Later."

After the party, all the teenagers hopped in my new Jeep and went 
to meet Kelly, Livy, Mike, and his new girlfriend, Debbie. At our 
favorite pizza parlor, we hung out for a while and talked about 
the end of school--which had been two days before--and what it 
felt like to finally be seniors.

Later, we returned to my house so Scott and Shannon could pick up 
his car. Then, Gina and Heather looked at me with matching 
twinkles in their eyes. Gina asked me to drive us to her house. 
Once there, we almost immediately headed up to her room. Her 
parents had taken Erin and Leah out to a movie, so we had the 
house to ourselves.

In Gina's room, she and Heather showed me the first of their 
private presents, a pair of silk boxer shorts. At their urging, I 
put them on. I especially enjoyed it when the girls decided to 
see how they felt, and started fondling me. Then they pushed me 
onto the bed so I could watch their slow striptease.  When they 
were nude, they dragged me into the master bathroom.

Once there, my second private present was to watch them shave 
themselves. Heather was getting comfortable with Gina touching 
her, but the blonde girl still didn't seem to be interested in 
returning the favor. While they spread themselves open to shave, 
I unbuttoned the boxer's fly and extracted my erection. Once they 
were both clean-shaven, they took me back to Gina's room for my 
third and final private present.

Heather wanted me to take her virginity.

Over the final weeks of school, I had realized that Heather was 
working up to something big, but I had no idea _how_ big. I 
thought it had been letting Gina go down on her, but I was wrong. 
She and I were still good friends, and I was pretty sure she 
wasn't in love with me. Like Gina's friend Lisa, Heather seemed 
to be just having fun.

I wanted to simply jump in bed with her and screw her silly, but 
my conscience kicked in, and I slowed down. I quickly realized 
that she was as horny as I'd ever seen her, and she wanted to 
have sex because she was ready, not because she thought that's 
what I wanted. For months, Gina had been telling Heather I was a 
great lover--and she had seen Gina and me together, many times--
so she decided I would be The One.

Since the two girls had been using "Pinky" for several months, 
she thought she knew what to expect. Also, she had been giving me 
blowjobs and I had gone down on her almost as often.

But when she spread her legs, she looked a little nervous. So I 
slowed down and kissed up her body, taking time to tickle the 
backs of her knees, the sensitive skin on her inner thighs, the 
insides of her wrists.

With my erection bumping her inner thigh, I nuzzled her neck and 
kissed her earlobes until she cried out, clutching my head and 
grinding her hips against my stomach. Then I moved lower and 
sucked her nipples, marveling at how firm her breasts were, 
despite their size. When I began licking her freshly shaved slit, 
she was already very wet.

As I looked up, Gina was smiling at us and playing with herself. 
At her gesture, I returned my attention to Heather. Fifteen 
minutes later, the curvy blonde was gasping and shuddering with 
her first orgasm of the night. When I continued licking her 
smooth, slippery pussy, she begged me to fuck her.

I moved between her legs and teased her with my hard shaft, 
rubbing its length along her channel. Then I set the tip at her 
opening and eased forward. She was so worked up that her pussy 
was practically gushing. My rock-hard cock slid home with ease, 
spreading her virginal lips and caressing her sensitive inner 
ridges.

"Oh... my... God," Heather gasped.

"See what I mean?" Gina asked the blonde girl.

"Oh, yes," Heather hissed, lightly clawing my back. "This is _so_ 
much better than your vibrator."

She wasn't on the pill, so I needed to be careful and not come 
inside her, but I knew I could keep things under control. Her 
pussy quickly adjusted to my girth and she urged me to start 
moving within her. When I did, her fingernails dug into my back 
and she moaned in pleasure.

For the next several hours, Heather discovered new and different 
ways a hard cock could give her pleasure. Her pussy was a little 
sore after the second time we had sex, but she was more than 
happy to help Gina suck me off. Gina stayed dripping-wet the 
entire night, and once again seemed to be in sexual overdrive. 
When I finally drove home, a little before midnight, I was 
completely drained and Heather was a very satisfied non-virgin.

When Mom heard me at my bedroom door, she came out of her room 
and walked toward me, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

"Did you have fun tonight?" she asked, standing on tiptoe to kiss 
my cheek. Then her eyes widened as she smelled Gina and Heather 
on my face. "I guess you _did_."

I blushed.

"Kendall called. She sounded pretty excited. She wanted you to 
call her back, if you got home before midnight."

I quickly looked at my watch. I had about five minutes.

"She mentioned something about coming to visit," Mom prompted.

"Oops."

"Was there something you wanted to ask us?"

"Yeah," I said, blushing guiltily. Then I asked if Kendall could 
come visit for a week and stay in our guest bedroom.

"Sure," Mom said without hesitation. "We'd love to have her." 
Then she paused, thinking. "Do you want me to talk to her mother, 
to make sure everything's okay?"

"Do you mind?"

"Not at all. But I'll do it in the morning." She kissed me on the 
cheek again. "I don't know how you keep so many women happy at 
once, but they're certainly lucky you do."

"I dunno how I do it either," I replied with a shrug. "I guess my 
parents raised me right."

With that, she squeezed my arm and silently padded back to her 
room.

Once inside my bedroom, I quickly called Kendall. She answered, 
sleepily, on the first ring. As soon as she heard my voice, she 
perked up. I apologized for calling so late, and explained that 
I'd been out with Gina, Scott, Shannon, and other friends. I 
decided to tell her about Heather another time.

While we talked, I took off my clothes and climbed into bed. Her 
parents had agreed to let her come visit, as long as it was okay 
with my parents. I told her about my mom's offer to call her mom, 
and she said it was a good idea.

What we'd both intended to be a short conversation turned into 
four hours. We talked about UT, about the end of my junior year, 
about my SAT exam--I was surprised that I scored a 1350--and 
more. We also talked about her parents. Her father seemed to 
still be in the dark about the fact that she was having sex, but 
her mother obviously knew what was going on.

"I had no idea that my mom understood so much about me," she 
said.

"See?"

"She's been really cool about it too," she said. "My dad didn't 
want to let me come spend the week with you, but my mom talked 
him into it." Then she sighed in wonder.

I chuckled softly.

"Yeah, Mr. Smug. I know, I know, you told me so."

After that, we talked more about her relationship with her 
parents. With her away at school, she and her mother had grown 
very close. She still seemed to have a blind spot where her own 
emotions were concerned, but it was gradually shrinking as she 
began to "overcome some of her presuppositions," as she put it.

Toward the end of our conversation, we were both joking about 
dirty phone calls, and one thing led to another. While I listened 
to her masturbate, I stroked myself. At my urging, she told me 
what she was doing, in a husky whisper. When the phone grew 
silent, I knew she was coming.

"It's still better when you're inside me," she said, panting 
softly. Then, in loving detail, she told me how she wanted to 
straddle me and slide her pussy over my cock. She told me she'd 
hold my hands over her breasts and let me play with her nipples 
while she rocked against me.

"Oh, God," I exclaimed softly, "I'm gonna come." Then I groaned 
and spurted onto my stomach.

"If I were there," she said, her voice sultry, "I'd clean you 
up."

"If you were here, I wouldn't _need_ to be cleaned up. I'd've 
come _inside_ you."

She laughed tiredly and told me she loved me. I said I loved her 
and we talked for another fifteen minutes. But by then, 4:18AM, 
we were both incredibly sleepy, so we said goodnight.

My life was so hard. My parents were going to kill me for the 
four-hour long-distance phone call, but I was too happy to care.

-----

The next week, I drove to Chattanooga to pick up Kendall. At 
first, my parents weren't going to let me drive that far by 
myself, especially since I'd only been driving the Jeep for less 
than two weeks. But I promised to drive the speed limit and be 
careful, so they ultimately consented.

At Kendall's house, we spent the afternoon with her mom and then 
had dinner with the entire family. Immediately after we finished 
eating, Drew got on the phone with his girlfriend. Adam, Melissa, 
Kendall and I then talked for a while in the living room.

About an hour later, we loaded Kendall's suitcase into the back 
of the Jeep. When Adam asked me about it, I explained the car-
for-grades challenge. Not only did he approve of my GPA, he even 
liked my choice in cars (he drove a International Scout, which 
was similar to my Jeep).

After a little small talk, Kendall and I said our goodbyes and 
climbed into the Jeep. I had put the doors on, so the wind 
wouldn't blast us constantly. The tires hummed, and it wasn't the 
quietest car in the world, but Kendall thought it was great. The 
Jeep wasn't the most comfortable long-distance car, either. So by 
the time we arrived at my house--which Kendall had never seen--we 
were stiff.

After we unloaded Kendall's things, I called Gina to let her know 
we were home safe. I invited her over, but she was cleaning 
house, and said she'd see us the following day. Lisa McGrath was 
supposed to come for a visit the next day. She was going to stay 
for a few days and then she and Gina were going back to 
Charleston for a week, to visit Lisa's family.

After Kendall and I took a shower together and got cleaned up, we 
fixed dinner, also together, and then sat down to eat. My father 
had already left for his trip, so Mom joined us. On the way back 
from Chattanooga, Kendall and I had talked about how to ask my 
parents if she could spend the night with me. As it turned out, 
that wasn't necessary.

"I saw you put your suitcase in the guest bedroom," Mom said to 
Kendall. "Did you want to stay in there?"

"We thought... I mean...," Kendall said.

"I guess we were wondering if she could just stay with me," I 
said. "But we didn't know what you and Dad would say, so..."

Then Mom grinned at us. "You know you're going to cause all sorts 
of problems for me, don't you?"

"If you don't want us to...," I stammered.

"It's not that," Mom said with a grin. "What am I going to tell 
Erin when she has a boyfriend she wants to sleep over?"

"Oh," I said. "We hadn't even thought of that." Then I looked at 
Kendall. "Don't tell me you did," I accused.

Her shrug said she _had_ thought about it.

"Don't worry about it," Mom said, smiling to let me off the hook. 
"Your father and I have talked about it. When Erin has a 
boyfriend she's having sex with, we'll see. But he probably won't 
be allowed to spend the night until she's sixteen, and only if we 
know and trust the boy's parents."

"I guess it's too bad Gina doesn't have a brother," I said.

"Good God, no," Mom blurted. "Heaven help us if she did!" She and 
Kendall grinned at each other. "I'll make sure Erin understands," 
Mom continued. "So you two can sleep together, or not. You're an 
adult," she said to Kendall. Then she turned to me. "And you're 
close enough. So I'll leave it up to you to decide."

"Oh," I said. "That's easy. I want Kendall to sleep with me."

Kendall nodded in agreement.

The next day, Kendall, Gina, and I picked up Lisa at the airport. 
When we got back to Gina's house, our sisters and a couple of 
their friends were there, lying out topless. As soon as their 
friends saw me, they immediately covered up. Erin and Leah merely 
grinned.

Over the past year, both their bodies had developed quite a bit. 
Their hips had grown wider, and their breasts--which were pointy 
cones the previous summer--had begun to take shape. They now 
looked like smallish, round, firm versions of their mothers' 
breasts. Leah reminded me a lot of a fourteen-year-old Gina, and 
Erin looked a lot like a younger version of Mom. Both of them 
drew a lot of attention from guys.

Since the four younger girls were at Gina's, we decided to go 
hang out at my house. On the way there, I showed Kendall and Lisa 
the Coulters' new house, which was still under construction.

Gina seemed bored with the house, but Kendall listened 
attentively as I pointed out little design features and details. 
Afterward, we climbed back into the Jeep and headed to my house. 
Mom was out shopping with Elizabeth and Scott Anderson's mom, so 
we had the house to ourselves.

Since we had a privacy fence around the back yard, Gina and Lisa 
wanted to sunbathe nude. Kendall and I joined them. Soon enough, 
Gina and Lisa were soon fooling around. The rest of the afternoon 
was pretty much a blur of breasts, legs, and asses. I came four 
times and finally had to take a break. Kendall curled up in my 
lap and we snuggled as Gina and Lisa kept going.

The next two days were more of the same. Heather came over one 
day, and I had my hands full with four girls wanting to fuck me. 
Fortunately, we only had a couple of hours. Otherwise, I think 
they would've kept going. Kendall realized I was getting tired 
and suggested that we relax and simply soak up the sun. Since my 
mom and sister were due to return soon, the other girls 
reluctantly agreed.

To be honest, it was a relief when we dropped off Gina and Lisa 
at the airport. Kendall and I spent the rest of our week 
relaxing. We enjoyed sleeping together and ended up talking about 
a lot of things: Gina, college, my last year in high school, 
wrestling, Kendall's friends, her home life, and more.

When I finally drove Kendall home, I felt closer to her than 
ever. She wasn't as sexually adventuresome as Gina, but we seemed 
to have a deeper connection. I loved both girls very much, but I 
was beginning to see major differences between them.

-----

End of Part I
(To be continued in Part II, coming October 2.)

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