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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 32b
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, mff, ff, mF, MF, MFF, M+F+, teen, oral, anal
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This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It 
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Part II

The last week of June, my family headed to camp. Susan was happy 
to see us, and I was looking forward to spending a week alone 
with her. The present she told me about turned out to be a new 
exercise building, on the shoulder of the hill the clubhouse sat 
on. Over the winter, construction workers had removed one of the 
shuffleboard courts and replaced it with a small building.

It had an Astroturf-covered floor and screen windows. In addition 
to a stationary bicycle, it had a complete set of free weights, 
with nearly a thousand pounds of plates and two racks of 
dumbbells. A friend of hers from town had helped her pick out the 
equipment, including several weight machines.

It was partially a birthday present for me, but she knew the camp 
members would benefit from it as well. She had even bought 
special chrome-plated weights and machines, to survive the humid 
climate in South Carolina.

After she showed me the weight room, we strolled down to the lake 
to soak up some sun. We pulled loungers next to my parents and 
Susan told us about what was going on with her sons' lives. She 
had gone to Annapolis for Kirk's graduation and commissioning as 
an Ensign. Following in his father's footsteps, he had been 
selected for flight training, and was currently stationed at NAS 
Pensacola.

Once Doug graduated, he planned to get a job with a microchip 
company in Austin and work on his Masters degree at UT. (When 
_Susan_ said UT, she meant the University of Texas. When _I_ said 
it, I meant the University of Tennessee. We had a few interesting 
misunderstandings before we straightened out our vocabulary and 
decided to call them simply Tennessee and Texas.)

Susan also told us about Stacy and Jason. They were living 
together in a small apartment in Columbia. Stacy was doing well 
in school, and had made the dean's list both semesters. She had 
also earned a second year of her scholarship. Jason had finished 
his MBA and was studying to become a CPA.

After that, Susan told us about her plans for her house and the 
camp in general. At her house, she wanted to replace the back 
porch roof with a pergola--with latticework sides--for her 
jasmine to climb. She also wanted to buy a hot tub to put under 
the new pergola.

For the camp itself, she was planning to remove the remaining 
shuffleboard court and add a large hot tub. In addition, she'd 
have the space to add an outdoor shower, which would serve the 
volleyball court, the hot tub, and the exercise building. On the 
other side of the sand volleyball court, she was going to put in 
a large playground, complete with a sandbox for the younger kids.

She and Gunny had also decided to start installing window-unit 
air conditioners in the motel-style buildings. Air conditioning 
the cabins would be trickier, because they would require larger 
units, but she planned to add ceiling fans to all of them

Finally, Susan wanted to completely remodel Bernie Kestrel's old 
house. Dwight Delozier had offered to take a look and give her an 
estimate on the cost of the job. He owned a small construction 
company in Spartanburg, and he'd be able to tell her what she 
needed to have done. Dwight had also offered to tear down her 
porch and build the pergola for her. When I immediately 
volunteered to help, she grinned.

"I was hoping you would," she said.

"I like working with Dwight. Besides, it'll give me some good 
experience."

Then I told her about how I wanted to be an architect. My parents 
had heard it all before, but they still smiled at my enthusiasm. 
Susan listened attentively as I talked about the Coulters' new 
house, how cool Steve Easterbrook was, and how I'd already 
learned a lot about different architectural styles.

When she asked me what made me decide to be an architect, I told 
her about how I could "see" the Coulters' new house in my 
imagination. I couldn't explain it very well, but whenever I 
thought about designing a building, or when I recognized an 
architectural style, it somehow felt _right_. Even though she 
grinned at my zeal, she took me seriously.

"So you're really serious about becoming an architect?" she asked 
when I finally wound down.

"Oh, yes," Mom interjected with a grin. "Sometimes, that's all he 
talks about."

Helplessly grinning, I nodded.

-----

Gina's family arrived a week later, on June 28. Unfortunately, 
Chris had to stay in Atlanta and work. He would fly to Columbia 
and then drive to camp for the weekends, but he wouldn't be able 
to spend more than a couple of days at a time. Kara was taking 
summer classes, in order to graduate sooner, so Elizabeth, Gina, 
and Leah had come to camp by themselves.

The same day, the Delozier family, the Dunbars, and the Nolan 
family arrived. Later that evening, Norm and Dee pulled in with 
their Airstream trailer.

Gina and I spent most of our time relaxing and enjoying the sun. 
We got together with Susan a couple of times, but Gina didn't 
seem to be in sexual overdrive, which was nice. Mostly, we spent 
our time like the grown-up couples did: reading, sunning 
ourselves, swimming, and relaxing.

A few days later, Dwight and I walked up to the Kestrel house. 
Inside, he showed me all the things that would need to be 
replaced: most of the major appliances, most of the plumbing 
fixtures, and all the flooring. He took his time and explained 
each step of the proposed remodeling, which I soaked up like a 
sponge.

Then we locked the house and headed back to Susan's. There, we 
looked at her back porch. Dwight said we could use the existing 
roof posts to support the pergola, which we'd build with 
pressure-treated four-by-fours, for the headers and rails, and 
two-by-sixes, for the actual rafters.

When Susan stepped outside, Dwight gave her a cost estimate on 
refurbishing the Kestrel house. Since the project would involve a 
crew of workers, Susan wanted it done in the off-season. She also 
gave us the go-ahead to build her pergola. That afternoon, Dwight 
and I borrowed Gunny Kershaw's pickup truck and drove to town. At 
McMasters' Hardware, we picked up the necessary building 
supplies.

As usual, Dwight had brought his tools with him to camp. (Since 
he often did projects for Susan, his family always stayed rent-
free.) He even had an extra tool belt for me. In a day, we 
demolished the existing porch roof, squared off the support 
posts, and built the pergola. Susan and Gina kept us liberally 
supplied with lemonade, and we finished shortly before dinner.

Before the sawdust even settled, Susan thanked us with big hugs. 
Afterward, Dwight and I admired our work as we cleaned up. He 
told me I'd be wasted as an architect. According to him, I needed 
to become a construction worker. At first, I thought he was 
serious, but then he clapped me on the shoulder and laughed.

"Son," he said, "you've got a knack for seeing the big picture. 
Construction work's an honest trade, but what this world needs is 
more architects with a good head on their shoulders."

-----

For the Fourth of July, we celebrated with a barbeque picnic and 
fireworks. The Fourth was on a Friday, and since Chris had the 
day off, he flew over early. Dwight and I cooked immense 
quantities of pork ribs, pork shoulder, and chicken. Dwight's son 
Jonathan and Alan Nolan were our helpers. Most of the men in camp 
congregated around the barbeque, drinking beer and shooting the 
breeze.

Compared to the previous year's Fourth of July, I actually 
enjoyed this one. The year before, Gina had been petulant and 
aloof. This year, she was as loving as ever, with no sign of the 
girl who'd once left the table in disgust. Obviously, I liked the 
new Gina much better.

Once again, my dad, Chris, Dwight, and I launched wave after wave 
of fireworks. Chris served as the emcee, announcing what we were 
about to fire and generally entertaining the crowd while we 
readied the next round.

When we lit the big finale--our biggest and best rockets--
everyone applauded and cheered. Afterward, Gina neatly slid under 
my arm and practically beamed at me. Later, we slipped away for a 
much quieter evening of our _own_ fireworks.

The next day, Manfred's family arrived. Later that afternoon, the 
Jordans arrived as well. Much to my relief, Jenny hadn't called 
me again. I guess she had realized that I wasn't interested in 
her. I certainly _hoped_ she had, at least.

The Tharp twins and their family arrived too. Several families 
with younger kids also arrived, but I only vaguely remembered any 
of them.

In addition, two new families arrived. Edward and Deirdre 
Sullivan were from Charlotte, like Manfred's family. They had a 
daughter, Maureen, who was our age, and a son, Sean, who was 
Erin's age. Maureen had beautiful strawberry-blonde hair like her 
mother. She was also as sunburn-prone as Manfred, with pale, 
smooth skin. Her brother had dark hair, blue eyes, and long, long 
eyelashes (the longest I'd ever seen on a guy, don't ask me why I 
noticed). He quickly had Erin, Leah, and Trish's attention.

The other new family was the Zacharys, Brad, Allison, Mark, and 
Todd. They had moved from Los Angeles to Atlanta, and the Jordans 
had invited them to camp. They were all blonde and tan. Mark was 
eighteen and Todd was fifteen.

With the arrival of new families, there were a lot of teenagers 
in camp. Unfortunately, trouble started almost immediately. 
Simply put, Mark and Todd were arrogant assholes. Even though I 
was from one of the largest cities in the U.S., they treated me 
like a hick. As far as they were concerned, California was the 
center of the universe.

I would've been fine with them deriding me if they hadn't treated 
my friends the same way. Worse, Jenny and Jill were obviously hot 
for the blonde brothers. I thought Manfred would be crushed, but 
he was mostly angry at being treated like a dumb redneck. 
Evidently, he and Jenny had drifted apart over the past year 
(which, knowing Jenny, was probably a good thing).

The group of teenagers quickly polarized into two cliques, which 
was fine by me, since Mark and Todd usually managed to irritate 
me whenever I talked to them. To make matters worse, every time I 
was around either of them, they inevitably muttered "hyuck, 
hyuck," like the cartoon character Goofy, as soon as I walked 
away. They didn't even have the tact to do it when I was out of 
earshot. So it was all I could do not to simply punch one of 
them.

Fortunately for Manfred, he was more interested in Maureen 
Sullivan. And _boy_, was she interested in _him_. Like the rest 
of us, she didn't like Mark and Todd. Moreover, when she learned 
about Manfred and Jenny, she was livid. At first, I thought she 
was mad at Manfred, but I quickly realized that she thought Jenny 
was being "a no-good tramp." Needless to say, I kept quiet on the 
issue, but privately agreed with her.

Things came to a head when I had to listen, again, to "the right 
way to do things, like in California." When I tossed my pool cue 
on the table and turned to leave, Mark did his "hyuck, hyuck" 
thing.

"Gonna go screw yer sister?" he asked, in his annoying faux-
hillbilly voice. He wasn't all that clever, and it was obvious 
that he was talking about Gina.

I don't think he realized I could move as quickly as I did.

I'm ashamed to say that I lost my temper. Worse, I got a lot of 
satisfaction from seeing his alarmed expression when my arm shot 
out and pinned him against the wall, by the throat. He struggled 
for breath and tried to get my hand loose, but he might as well 
have been tugging at steel bands; I was _far_ stronger than him.

Before I could do anything more than glare at him, Gina pulled me 
off, telling me he wasn't worth it. I stepped back and stared him 
down. Then I realized Manfred was immediately behind me, ready to 
back me up. He was glaring at Todd, making sure I wasn't jumped 
from behind.

"As soon as I leave, Mark," I said evenly, "you're probably gonna 
spout some shit about 'I was just about to kick his ass.'"

He didn't say anything.

"But you and I both know the truth." I paused to let that sink 
in. Then I continued coldly, "So if you _really_ think you can 
kick my ass, now's your chance. If you wanna start something, go 
ahead. But if you _do_ start something with me, you can bet your 
ass that I'll _finish_ it."

He simply glared.

"That's what I thought," I said contemptuously. Then I started to 
turn away from him. But before I completed the motion, I stopped 
and fixed him with a steely glare. "And if you think your little 
Goofy bit is funny, think again. If I hear 'hyuck, hyuck' one... 
more... time, you'll regret it."

"Yeah?" Todd jeered. "What're you gonna do?"

I leveled my gaze at him. "Do you _really_ wanna find out?" I 
asked, icy calm.

When Todd started to reply, Mark savagely cut him off.

"Shut the fuck up, Todd," he said.

I smiled tightly at Mark, but the smile never touched my eyes. 
"Y'all have a nice day now, y'hear," I said, mocking him with an 
exaggerated southern accent. Then I walked away.

After that, I stayed away from them, and they stayed away from 
me. The Tharp twins, who'd seen the whole thing, avoided them as 
well. Maureen gushed about how Manfred hadn't even hesitated when 
he moved to watch my back.

Gina was a little upset that I'd lost my temper, but she only 
mentioned it in private. Both in public and in private, however, 
she was grateful that I'd said something about the Zachary 
brothers' arrogance and baiting.

Jenny and Jill didn't want to have anything to do with us either, 
but I couldn't have cared less. In the end, only the four of them 
hung out together. Basically, it was the California teenagers in 
one corner and the Southern teenagers in the other. And that 
seemed to be fine with everyone concerned.

A couple of days later, Gina, Maureen, Manfred, and I hiked to 
the quarry. Maureen and Manfred had grown very close, and I could 
tell that they were looking forward to the time away from camp. 
On the hike up, Manfred hung back with me for a few minutes, 
after pretending to re-tie his hiking boot.

"Dude," he said softly, "Maureen told me she's on the pill."

"Yeah?"

He nodded emphatically. "She's really cute," he said. "Don't you 
think?"

"Yeah, she is, Manfred."

"And she goes to school about fifteen minutes from where we 
live."

"_Very_ cool."

Practically brimming with enthusiasm, he jogged back to the head 
of our little line. When he passed Maureen, he turned and trotted 
backward for a few feet, grinning like an idiot. Until he tripped 
over a tree root, that is. He caught his balance before ending up 
on his ass, and he managed to look good doing it, even with the 
goofy smile he was sporting. For her part, Maureen turned to Gina 
and rolled her eyes, grinning and blushing.

Once we reached the quarry, Maureen practically dragged Manfred 
into the water. While Gina and I swam out to the waterfall, the 
other couple made out in the shade of the big rock. After lunch, 
Maureen asked Manfred to show her the top of the falls.

"And maybe you should bring the raft," she suggested.

Manfred, grinning from ear to ear, picked it up, grabbed a 
blanket, and took her hand. About an hour later, Gina and I 
smiled at each other as Maureen cried out in ecstasy. When they 
came back down, shortly before we had to return to camp, Maureen 
blushed, but didn't let go of Manfred's hand.

All the way back to camp, she and Gina hung back, chatting and 
giggling. Manfred was incredibly sanguine about it, merely 
grinning and looking over his shoulder occasionally. Maureen 
seemed to be a lot better for him than Jenny. And the perky 
redhead was enthusiastic about dating him after their families 
returned to Charlotte.

-----

While we were gone, Kendall's family arrived. When we returned to 
camp, she greeted us warmly. After dinner, we filled her in on 
the Zachary brothers and then introduced her to Maureen.

When Drew heard about Mark and Todd, he scowled. Evidently, he 
thought he and Jill would pick up where they'd left things. Trish 
Delozier, however, was more than happy to fill the void, and Drew 
seemed to be content. Erin and Leah were more interested in the 
sensitive Sean Sullivan, so everyone seemed happy.

Later that night, when Mark saw Kendall for the first time, he 
started hitting on her. I moved to say something to him, but Gina 
held me back and told me to just watch. From the way she was 
grinning, I think she had an inkling of how Kendall would handle 
herself.

Mark, looking confident as ever, chatted with Kendall for a few 
minutes. But when he went to invite her to join him and Jenny at 
the pool table, she laughed at him. Then she talked to him for a 
minute, looking as sweet as I'd ever seen her. But while she 
talked, Mark's face got progressively darker. Then, with a flip 
of her hair--which she'd gotten cut shorter--she turned and 
walked toward me. I shook my head in wonder when I realized she 
was doing her "model walk," more for Mark's benefit than mine.

"What did you say to him?" I asked her.

"I told him I don't date _boys_," Kendall said with an artfully 
innocent expression. "'And bless your heart,' I said, 'but my 
boyfriend keeps me _very_ happy, thank you very much.'"

She kissed my cheek, stepped close, and slipped her arm around my 
waist. Then she smiled wryly at Mark, lifted her hand, and 
waggled her fingers at him in a little wave.

"If I've learned nothing else in college," she said, still 
smiling sweetly, "at least I know how to put frat rats in their 
place."

I could barely contain my laughter as Gina, Kendall, and I headed 
to the lake to meet Maureen and Manfred.

-----

For the next couple of weeks, the summer was mostly the same as 
the year before. While Gina, Kendall, and I didn't relive the 
sense of wonder and discovery, we more than made up for it in the 
quality of the time we spent together.

We hiked to the quarry with Maureen and Manfred. The two of them 
were inseparable, and I think it irked Jenny to see how happy 
Manfred was without her. Maureen sensed the other girl's pique 
and was even more loving toward Manfred, who was obviously 
enjoying himself.

And seizing upon the advice I'd given him the year before, he 
actually paid attention to what Maureen wanted and liked. He 
didn't smother her, but it was obvious that he was well and truly 
smitten.

The day before his and Maureen's families left, we hiked to the 
quarry again. Maureen wasn't the exhibitionist Jenny was, so she 
and Manfred fooled around in private. But from the sound of 
things, she was a very happy girl.

The next day, their families packed up and left, driving back to 
Charlotte together. I felt certain that Manfred had found 
happiness, and I was perversely glad that it wasn't with Jenny. 
The Jordan family left as well, leaving two very lonely Zachary 
brothers. I couldn't bring myself to feel sorry for them.

Once again, Mark tried hitting on Kendall, but not only did she 
turn him down flat, she told him that she didn't think he could 
"satisfy her" like I could. After that, I quit trying to protect 
Kendall, since she was doing just fine on her own!

The day before, Dennis and Elaine Raeford had arrived at camp, 
and they were happy to see us. From all appearances, they were 
happy to see my parents as well.

A few days later, they all got together for a party at Susan's 
house. Gina, Kendall, and I knew what was happening, so after 
dark, we snuck around to Susan's porch to watch. To our 
disappointment, the curtains were closed.

The next day, Susan teased me about it, saying that she wanted 
the Raefords to have some privacy for their first time swinging. 
Susan, of course, knew about our peeping, but I didn't realize 
she was so deliberate about leaving the curtains open or not. 
With a grin, she told us that the Raefords were coming over 
again, that night.

"And I think I'll leave the curtains open," she said with a wink.

Needless to say, Gina, Kendall, and I were there.

Elaine really liked having two men at once, and she clearly 
enjoyed my dad. After a while, Susan left the room. Then, she 
nearly scared us out of our skin when she appeared behind us.

"I thought I'd come see what was going on out here," she said 
mischievously. "Ooooh, doesn't that look nice," she cooed, 
pointing at my erection. "Is anyone going to do something about 
that?" When neither Gina nor Kendall could find their voice, 
Susan sank to her knees before me.

Later, she said she had to get back inside. Once there, she 
winked and surreptitiously waved to us through the sliding glass 
door. Then she and Mom double-teamed Dennis while Dad fucked 
Elaine from behind.

-----

Before Gina's family left camp for the summer, Susan asked us if 
we wouldn't mind spending the Saturday at camp, instead of hiking 
to the quarry. She had something special in mind. Then she talked 
to Kendall privately. Afterward, Kendall wouldn't tell us what 
was going on, merely smiling and saying, "wait and see."

After lunch on Saturday, Susan asked us to come help her with 
some things around the house. I wanted to grumble, but I'd been 
raised to be more polite than that. I wondered what she needed 
help with that couldn't have waited a day. Gina and I wanted to 
hike to the quarry with Kendall.

The surprise, however, was even better. Susan had decided she was 
ready for a foursome with us (since Kendall had turned eighteen). 
So she had talked with Kendall, to make sure the older girl was 
comfortable with it. Kendall still preferred men to women, but 
she was more than happy for the four of us to get together.

Most of the afternoon, Susan and Gina were together, but once, 
while I was recovering, the three women formed a triangle and ate 
each other as I watched. Afterward, I fucked each of them from 
behind, finally burying myself in Susan and shooting deep inside 
her.

We spent the rest of the afternoon together, fucking, sucking, 
and doing anything else we wanted. When I was finally too worn 
out to continue, Kendall and I took a shower together and then 
snuggled while Gina and Susan played with each other on Susan's 
bed.

The next day, Gina's family returned to Atlanta. Her departure 
was less bittersweet than previous years, because we knew we'd be 
seeing each other again in a few weeks. She wanted to stay at 
camp and return with my family, but she and Leah were going to 
visit her grandparents in Richmond, so she had to go.

Kendall's remaining week at camp was a lot slower-paced. We got 
together with the Raefords once, but it was the same as the year 
before, with each couple simply watching the other. Although 
Elaine did come right out and tell me she was looking forward to 
when I turned eighteen.

Kendall said she was looking forward to the same thing. She 
wanted to swing with the Raefords. She said she loved me very 
much, but she wanted to experiment with another man while I 
watched. It was a fantasy she'd told me about when we spent 
spring break at Bridget's cabin, so I wasn't surprised when she 
mentioned it to Elaine and Dennis.

All too soon, however, Kendall's family left camp. I was a little 
depressed after she left, but I knew I'd see her as soon as Gina 
and I could drive to Knoxville for a football game.

After that, I spent some time with the Raefords and helped Susan 
around the yard--and in the bedroom--but it was mostly a relaxing 
time. I continued my workouts, building muscle for the wrestling 
season and keeping my stamina up with the jump rope.

Eventually, my family packed up and we headed home as well.

-----

Shortly after we returned from camp, the Coulters' new house was 
ready to move into. It looked exactly as I had imagined it. The 
guesthouse, swimming pool, and hot tub were still being built, 
but they were shaping up exactly as my mind's eye pictured them.

The Coulters once again hired a moving company. Our family, of 
course, helped. Scott, Shannon, and Heather came over to help as 
well. The whole move took two sixteen-hour days, but by the time 
we were done, the Coulters were in their new house.

Gina and Leah had big bedrooms upstairs, with a large shared 
bathroom between them. There was also a guest bedroom with a 
private bath. The master bedroom, downstairs, was positively 
palatial, with twelve-foot ceilings (like all of the first 
floor), a large sitting area, a cavernous walk-in closet and 
dressing area, and a bathroom that had both a Jacuzzi tub and a 
large walk-in shower.

After the guesthouse, pool, and hot tub were completed, the 
contractor would install a tall privacy fence around the back 
yard. Since the Coulters had a double lot, with forest behind 
them, they would be well out of sight of the neighbors.

-----

For my senior year in high school, I had registered for some 
challenging courses: Advanced Placement English, AP Physics, Pre-
Calculus, AP Government & Politics, Spanish II, and 
Typing/Drafting. Typing was a one-semester required course, so I 
had opted to take Drafting opposite it. The class was geared more 
toward engineering than architecture, but a lot of the same 
principles applied.

Gina and I had three classes together: AP English, Pre-Calculus, 
and AP Government & Politics. Her other classes were AP Biology, 
AP Latin, and the requisite one-semester Typing (which we didn't 
share). She would spend the other semester as a teacher's aide 
for Biology classes.
 
The AP classes were going to be tough, but if we did well enough 
on the official AP exams, we'd get college credit. We both had D 
lunch, along with Scott, Shannon, Kelly, Livy, Heather, Mike, and 
his girlfriend, Debbie.

-----

Since Doc had graduated, we had a new varsity heavyweight 
wrestler. Eric Greene had gained weight and muscle over the 
summer and would be taking Doc's place on our varsity squad.

When I weighed in with Coach Simmons, I was 1841/2 pounds, almost 
the perfect weight for the 185-pound weight class. It gave me a 
little room for normal weight fluctuations (the class limit was 
187 pounds), but still put me at the top of the weight range.

Over the past year, I had also increased my bench press to 275 
pounds. Coach was impressed with both my weight and strength 
gains. Soon after school started, Scott, Mike, Eric, and I began 
strength training, three days a week.

In between practice and homework, Gina, Heather, and I got 
together as often as we could. Heather had gone to the Planned 
Parenthood clinic and gotten on birth control pills, so I no 
longer had to be careful when we had sex. She was as enthusiastic 
as ever, and even seemed to be warming up to girl-girl sex with 
Gina.

Over the summer, Heather told us, she had even pulled a 
monumental prank. She had been at a party where she realized she 
didn't know anyone. She knew she'd had far too much to drink, but 
she was horny. So she gave blowjobs to the host and his two best 
friends. She had promised to fuck them, too, if they called her 
after the party. Then, as a coup de grace, she'd told them her 
name was "Becky 'Blowjob' Leonardi."

Gina and I howled with laughter when Heather told us the story. 
Among a lot of guys we knew, the rumor was that Becky was a major 
slut, who'd do anything. Needless to say, the story had grown in 
the telling, and when I actually heard it, "Becky Blowjob" had 
sucked and fucked every guy at the party.

The real Becky was incensed. Tony was almost as livid. I know it 
was petty of me to take such delight in their misfortune, but I 
guess I'm a petty person sometimes. I certainly didn't spread the 
rumor myself, though. Instead, whenever I heard it, I always 
responded with doubt and suspicion.

As with most rumors, the people telling it had a friend of a 
friend who said they'd been there and gotten blown, and swore it 
was true. But I never met _anyone_ who'd actually been at the 
party in question.

Nonetheless, Becky was a laughingstock. In a way, I actually felt 
sorry for her. She was a caustic bitch, but she wasn't a slut. I 
guess that's one of the reasons I tried to downplay the rumor 
every time I heard it.

-----

Wrestling season started with our customary invitational 
tournament. Emmett Carstairs had graduated, but I did get to 
wrestle Pete Yeager. Our match went the full three rounds. I beat 
him on points, and he was panting and drained as we walked off 
the mat together.

"You're a _lot_ stronger than you were last year," he gasped, 
holding his side. "It was all I could do to keep from being 
pinned. And I _know_ I'm a better wrestler than last year."

"You're really good," I said, panting as well.

"Not as good as you. Not anymore."

"Thanks, Yeager," I said, "but you're still really good."

To my surprise, I ended up winning the tournament. Mike won the 
167-pound weight class, and Scott took second place in his 145-
pound class.

-----

Whenever we could, Gina and I visited Knoxville. More and more, I 
was coming to love the campus, as well as the town itself. 
Knoxville was a _lot_ smaller than Atlanta, and much quieter. It 
didn't have nearly the number of things to do that a larger city 
would, but it was a very friendly place.

When the UT Volunteers came to Atlanta to play the Georgia Tech 
Yellow Jackets, we invited the Paytons to come down and stay with 
us. They drove their RV and parked it in our driveway. While Adam 
and Melissa stayed in our guest bedroom, Drew was content to 
spend the night in the camper. Kendall and I wanted to spend the 
night together, but we knew it would cause problems, so she spent 
the night in the camper as well. Erin and Leah were excited to 
see Drew, and we spent a lot of time just hanging out in the 
Winnebago.

A few weeks later, we drove up to Chattanooga and then rode in 
the Winnebago to Knoxville for the Virginia game. Kendall was 
living in Clement again, and we worked the scam whereby we told 
her parents that Gina was spending the night with Kendall and I 
was going to sleep in the men's wing. Kendall and Abby were once 
again roommates, so Abby went along with the plan. (Since UT 
didn't have sorority houses, Bridget and Toni were living on one 
of the sorority floors in another dorm. So we had to avoid 
Kendall's suitemates.)

Susan came to visit us for Thanksgiving. Doug and Kirk flew in as 
well, but they stayed in the Coulters' guesthouse. We had a huge 
Thanksgiving dinner with Gina's family and then relaxed for an 
afternoon of football and friends.

Chris had cable TV installed at his house, and since he also had 
a satellite dish, we had all sorts of channels to choose from, 
just in case we tired of football. Dad talked to him a long time 
about how the cable TV worked. When I realized that it didn't 
take a big satellite dish, I began to see why Chris said cable TV 
would revolutionize the industry.

-----

For the first week of Christmas break, Kendall came to stay with 
my family. She got to hang out with Gina, Heather, Scott, 
Shannon, and me. We had a blast. We went to a couple of parties 
and Kendall wasn't nearly as shy as she had been before. She did 
think our high school parties were a little tame, but I suppose 
they were, compared to college parties.

Scott quickly figured out that I was involved with both girls, 
too. I think Shannon might have clued him in. When he asked me 
about it, I simply grinned broadly.

His eyes nearly bugged out. "You mean you're...?" he asked, 
incredulous. "With _both_ of them?!"

I facetiously used my standard line. "C'mon, Scott. Do you 
_really_ think I'm doing it with either of them? We're just good 
friends."

"Good friends?! _Good friends?!_"

I grinned and nodded. Then my smile widened further.

"You _are_ doing it with both of them," he accused.

"Yeah," I admitted. "But you know how it is. Don't tell anyone. 
Okay?"

"Sure, man," he said, shaking his head in wonder. Then he gave me 
a bewildered look. "_Both_ of them?"

I shrugged. "What can I say?"

"Holy shit, man."

"No kidding."

-----

Two weeks before Christmas, I lost my only regular-season 
wresting match. It was a fluke. At the beginning of the second 
round, I was controlling the other guy with an overhook that I 
quickly turned into a headlock. When I went to take him down with 
a hip-toss, I heard a loud pop. Pain lanced through my leg and up 
my side.

Gina heedlessly rushed to the edge of the mat as soon as I went 
down. Fortunately, my mom had the good sense to stay in the 
bleachers. I can't conceive of the embarrassment I would've 
suffered if my "mommy" had come running to my aid. (Today, as a 
parent, I can't _imagine_ the willpower it must have taken for 
her not to rush to my aid.)

I wanted to continue the match, but when I tried to stand up, I 
cried out and collapsed under my own weight. I had to forfeit. 
Coach and Mike helped me hobble off the mat. Then Coach gingerly 
manipulated my ankle and quickly determined it was just a sprain. 
Mom, Gina, and Heather took me to the emergency room.

After X-rays, the doctors diagnosed a "moderate" sprain--not bad 
enough to warrant a cast. They simply wrapped my ankle and put a 
brace on it. I couldn't walk on it, so they gave me crutches. 
They said as long as I stayed off the ankle, it would heal in 
several weeks.

I had to skip an invitational tournament, which was 
disappointing. But I watched from the bleachers as Pete Yeager 
won it. When I congratulated him afterward, he even wished me a 
speedy recovery.

"I'd hate to win regionals if you weren't there," he said, 
grinning.

"Don't worry, Yeager," I assured him. "I'll be there."

"Good. I could use the competition."

-----

For Christmas, our family and the Coulters bought a big combined 
present: an airplane. Over the previous summer, flying back and 
forth to camp had really taken its toll on Chris. In addition, my 
dad was getting tired of the long drives to and from Columbia. So 
he and Chris became partners in a 1965 Cessna 182.

Chris planned to learn how to fly, so he and Dad could shuttle 
between home and camp. The biggest benefit of having our own 
airplane? Within a one-hour drive of the camp gate, there were 
literally dozens of small airfields. My dad looked at his charts 
and found an airfield only fifteen miles from where the camp road 
met the main road.

Until Chris had his pilot's license and a sufficient amount of 
experience to feel comfortable making the trip, however, the 
plane would be at my dad's sole disposal. As soon as they showed 
us pictures of the plane, I had the urge to learn to fly as well. 
I can't really explain it; I just wanted to fly.

My parents promised to pay for my flying lessons, after the 
wrestling season was over and as long as I kept up my grades. 
Chris was going to take lessons at the same time, and my dad 
wanted to get his Flight Instructor certification. Dad wouldn't 
instruct us, but he wanted to get some more time in light 
aircraft (which were very different from the commercial jets he 
flew for work). Dad wanted to get his Instrument Instructor 
rating as well, so he would be in class almost as much as Chris 
and I would.

The day after Christmas, our two families headed to Salt Lake 
City again. We stayed in a chalet similar to the one from the 
previous year. Because of my ankle, I didn't get to ski at all, 
and I was pretty depressed about it. But Gina spent a lot of time 
with me. She liked skiing, but not as much as I did. So she was 
more than happy to give up the bunny slopes and take care of me.

Since only my ankle was sprained, she spent a lot of time trying 
to sprain _another_ body part. But try as hard as she might--and 
believe me, she did try--she couldn't sprain my dick. We had sex 
on the couch. We had sex in bed. We had sex in the bathtub. And 
we had sex in the hot tub. Once, we even jumped out of the hot 
tub, fucked like mad in the snow (with her on top), and then 
jumped back in the hot water after we came.

When we weren't having sex, Gina and I spent a lot of simple 
quality time together. We had a hefty reading list for AP 
English, and we took turns reading out loud to each other. We 
also had fun cooking for ourselves while our families were on the 
slopes. Even though I was more than capable of taking care of 
myself, Gina pampered me.

We also explored Park City. The resort was fairly large, and 
included a number of shops and restaurants. Since my arms were so 
strong, I didn't have any trouble getting around on my crutches. 
So Gina and I got to act like a grown-up couple.

We spent New Years Eve at the chalet and our families threw a big 
party. By then, Erin and Leah had discovered our parents' 
swinging, but they were still more interested in each other. They 
both had boyfriends, but after a few touchy weeks, they decided 
not to let the guys come between them.

I knew Gina still chafed at not being able to join the adults' 
swinging, but she didn't challenge her mother. We contented 
ourselves with remaining at the periphery of the group and 
fooling around with Kara. Actually, _Gina_ contented herself. I 
just had fun. I learned long ago that Gina and I had an 
extraordinary number of freedoms, and I was happy with what our 
parents allowed us. Compared to most of our friends, we had 
blissfully enlightened parents.

Finally, however, our Christmas break was over. My ankle was 
still very tender, but at least I could put more weight on it, 
and I could tell it was healing.
 
-----

When school started after the break, I worked _hard_. I was down 
to only one crutch, but walking to class was still tedious and 
painful. My classes were tough, but I really enjoyed them, 
especially English and Government & Politics. When it came to 
school, Gina was very good for me. She pushed me to do better, to 
work harder, and she taught me a lot of good study habits.

She might have been impetuous and constantly horny, but when it 
came to schoolwork, she was incredibly focused. She really wanted 
to be a doctor, and nothing was going to stand in her way. A lot 
of her drive and determination evidently rubbed off on me.

Once I was cleared to start wrestling practice again, I worked 
hard, both in the weight room and on the mat. Coach worked with 
me, showing me a lot of advanced take-downs. In turn, I practiced 
those moves with Eric Greene, Troy Fleenor (our JV 185-pounder), 
and our JV heavyweight.
 
Gina came to every match and Heather came to most of them. I went 
14-1 over the season, suffering my only loss when I sprained my 
ankle, before Christmas.

In the regional tournament, I wrestled Pete Yeager in the finals 
and beat him. It wasn't easy, and I had to work for the pin, but 
I won. A true sportsman, Pete congratulated me and wished me luck 
in the state tournament.

-----

Kendall's nineteenth birthday fell between the regional and state 
tournaments, so Gina and I flew up to Knoxville for the weekend. 
Even though they no longer shared a suite, Kendall and Bridget 
were still good friends, and we got to spend the weekend at 
Bridget's family's cabin in the mountains.

Gina baked Kendall a birthday cake and we celebrated Sunday 
morning. When Kendall opened our present, she looked up with 
misty eyes. In mid-December, Susan had located a 1918 edition of 
_Gray's Anatomy_. She had originally thought I might like to get 
it for Gina as a Christmas gift, but I had already bought all of 
Gina's presents. I thought about getting it for Kendall, as a 
birthday present from Gina and me. I hoped Kendall would like it, 
and she did.

The rest of the morning, she reverently leafed through the book. 
She apologized for being preoccupied with it, but Gina and I 
didn't mind. Around noon, we prepared lunch and talked about 
school while we ate. Even though Kendall wanted to be a 
Psychiatrist, she was actually majoring in Psychology, with 
minors in Sociology and English. She said that a lot of medical 
schools didn't necessarily want only "hard science" majors--they 
wanted diversity.

The girls talked about how difficult it was to get accepted to 
medical school, as I quietly listened. Once again, I was 
impressed by their drive and ambition.

All too soon, however, Gina and I needed to catch our flight. We 
hurriedly cleaned up the cabin and then packed our clothes. 
Kendall dropped us off at the airport and walked to the gate with 
us. With hugs and kisses, we said goodbye and then Gina and I 
boarded the plane.

-----

The state wrestling tournament was once again held in Macon. Like 
Pete Yeager, the year before, I made it to the finals. And also 
like Pete, I lost to the wrestler from Savannah. Unlike Pete, I 
didn't get pinned. For a full six minutes, I gave as good as I 
got. But in the end, the other guy scored two take-downs while I 
only scored one. We each had reversal and near-fall points, but 
neither of us had managed to score escape points.

He won, 10-8.

Mike Gee was once again state champion, and he got scholarship 
offers to several Division I schools. Since his family had moved 
from Columbus, the only one he really cared about was Ohio State. 
He got a full athletic scholarship from them. After he signed the 
papers, he called his girlfriend, then me.

Surprisingly, I got a couple of scholarship offers as well. The 
scouts had come from all over to see Mike wrestle, but they'd 
also been impressed by my performance. When they talked to me, I 
was polite and interested, but I was still a little surprised. As 
much as wrestling meant to me, though, I didn't know if I wanted 
to wrestle in college.

I thought about it a lot. I talked it over with Gina. Kendall and 
I talked about it. I even called Susan to get her opinion. In the 
end, my decision was solidified by something Coach Simmons once 
said. He'd been berating me about my grades--which he'd always 
made clear came before wrestling--and he said, "wrestling is a 
good sport; it'll teach you a lot of the things you'll need to be 
successful in life, but you need an education if you wanna be 
something someday."

I knew I wanted to be an architect. Since I first met Steve 
Easterbrook and saw the plans for the Coulters' house come to 
life, I knew what I wanted. Architecture was a five-year degree, 
and I'd talked to one of Kendall's friends, an architecture 
major. She told me about long hours spent on projects and all the 
work involved. I wasn't afraid of the effort, but it would take a 
lot of time and dedication.

Being a student athlete would divide my time and energy, 
especially if my scholarship depended on it. I enjoyed wrestling, 
both the competition and the strength training. But did I enjoy 
it more than the promise of being an architect? I could attempt 
both, but I felt certain that I'd quickly run myself ragged.

In the end, I turned down the wrestling scholarships. 
Fortunately, I had that option. My parents could afford to pay 
for college, and that gave me a lot of freedom. I didn't want to 
capriciously spend my father's hard-earned money, but my parents 
made sure I knew I could attend any college I got accepted to. I 
knew they took good care of Erin and me, but never before had the 
evidence been so overwhelming.

My parents supported my decision, even if it meant they'd have to 
pay for college. Gina and Kendall supported me, of course. But to 
my surprise, Coach Simmons, Scott, and Mike supported my decision 
as well. 

I knew what my goal was, I knew how to achieve it, but 
unfortunately, wrestling wasn't part of the process.

-----

Gina and I took our SATs again, and both of us improved. Her 
score went from a 1450 to a 1490. Surprisingly, mine jumped from 
a 1350 to a 1470. When I told Kendall about it, she was very 
impressed (and very happy for me). But then I asked about _her_ 
SAT score. Sheepishly, she told me she made a perfect 1600. The 
second time, she hastily amended. The first time she only scored 
1540. _1540? And she took it again?!_ I shook my head in wonder.

After we took our SATs, we started seriously looking at colleges. 
The University of Tennessee was due to complete its new Art and 
Architecture building, and their architecture program was one of 
the best in the country. So I really wanted to attend UT 
Knoxville. Prophetically, they didn't even _have_ a varsity 
wrestling team.

Gina and I wanted to go to college together, so we tried to find 
schools that fit three criteria: a good pre-med program, a good 
architecture program, and a school we were both interested in. We 
argued back and forth over colleges, but we couldn't agree on 
more than a few. In reality, I wanted to go to Tennessee and she 
wanted to go to UCLA. So the two schools formed the core of our 
college applications.

I also applied to Georgia Tech and Auburn. My backup school was 
Virginia Tech. As a last resort school, I applied to Georgia. 
It's not that I really had anything against UGA, but it seemed 
like all the party animals from high school were simply going to 
Athens to resume their activities with older, more experienced 
party animals.

Gina and I thought about attending Emory and Georgia Tech, which 
were both in Atlanta, but she really wanted to move away from 
home and experience new things. So in addition to Tennessee and 
UCLA, she applied to Columbia University and the University of 
Michigan at Ann Arbor. Her backup school was Charleston College. 
Her last resort school was the same as mine, UGA.

With our transcripts and SAT scores, we got accepted at all of 
the schools we applied to. I knew she really wanted to go to 
school at UCLA, but personally, I had my heart set on Tennessee. 
I wanted to take classes in their new A&A building. In addition, 
I wanted to be with Kendall, who would be at UT for another two 
years.

Gina and I had one of our rare fights about which college we 
would attend. I thought we would break up over it, but in the 
end, she chose UT. Unfortunately, she didn't seem happy about it. 
I couldn't think of a way to tell her to go to UCLA; not without 
sounding like I _wanted_ to break up with her. I just wanted her 
to be happy.

I talked to Kendall about it, and her advice was to talk to 
Gina's mom. Elizabeth said she'd talk to Gina, but the talk 
didn't change Gina's mind. I loved her, and the last thing I 
wanted to do was break up with her, but I was reconciled to the 
fact that we wanted different things. I was happy she'd be going 
to UT with me, but it seemed like she was making the decision for 
the wrong reasons.

In the end, Kendall told me that it was Gina's life, and she had 
to make decisions for herself. She realized what Gina was going 
through, but couldn't really help her. Gina wanted to be with me 
more than she wanted to go to UCLA, so I let the matter drop. As 
soon as I stopped pestering her about her choice of colleges, her 
mood brightened considerably. For that, I was grateful.

In May, Gina and I took several AP exams. We each scored 4s and 
even a few perfect 5s (both of us in English, and Biology for 
her). I was surprised that I did so well on all the exams, but 
Gina wasn't. She had studied with me, and said she knew how well 
I understood the material. Our classes were geared toward scoring 
well on the AP exams, but I guess I'd also become a serious 
student when I wasn't looking. Thanks, Gina.

The last month of school was mostly occupied with talk of 
colleges. Scott had decided to follow in his father's footsteps, 
and had been accepted to the Air Force ROTC program at Arizona 
State. Shannon wanted to get a history degree, so she had also 
chosen ASU. Both of them would be moving to Tempe.

Since Livy still had another year of high school, Kelly wanted to 
stay in Atlanta. He enrolled at Georgia Tech. He didn't know what 
kind of engineer he wanted to be, but he'd narrowed it down to 
mechanical, aerospace, or industrial engineering.

Mike, of course, was headed back to Columbus and Ohio State. His 
girlfriend, Debbie, still had another year of high school, but 
they were going to try to stay together. I wished them luck, but 
I knew firsthand how difficult a long-distance relationship could 
be.

Heather wanted to go to UGA. Originally, she'd thought about 
going back to Kansas and attending "K State," but she liked 
Georgia. Besides, her brother, Chuck, had gotten a football 
scholarship to play for the Bulldogs. So she was going to head 
east, to Athens. She had no idea what she wanted to major in, and 
I think she was looking forward to the parties more than anything 
else.

-----

All through March and April, Chris and I had taken flying 
lessons. Three times a week, in the evenings, we drove to a local 
airport to attend ground school classes.

We learned about lift, gravity, thrust, and drag. We learned 
about pitch, yaw, and roll. We learned about dead-reckoning 
navigation and instrument navigation. We learned about radio 
procedures and air traffic control rules. We learned about cloud 
formations. We learned about weather patterns. We learned about 
emergency procedures, FAA regulations, and hundreds of other 
things.

On Saturdays, Sundays, and a few Tuesdays, we flew with an 
instructor. The flying lessons were designed to complement our 
ground school classes, and we quickly developed our skills. By 
early May, we were both ready to solo.

Gina, Elizabeth, and my parents came to watch. I didn't realize 
how scared Gina was until later. Both her boyfriend and her 
father were about to fly an airplane for the first time. Neither 
Chris nor I were concerned, since we each had more than thirty 
hours of flight time. That might not sound like a lot, but it is. 
We told Gina that our flight instructor wouldn't even let us 
attempt to solo unless he thought we were ready.

She didn't relax until I touched down and taxied back to the FBO 
(the airport's base of operations). I set the plane's parking 
brake, double-checked to make sure the engine was at idle, and 
opened the door.

My heart was beating a million miles an hour and I felt ten feet 
tall.

I had just flown an airplane!

By myself!

Chris and my instructor were waiting for me. The instructor shook 
my hand and then gestured for Chris to hop into the plane. Chris 
got on the radio, received taxi clearance, and then headed for 
the end of the runway. Gina clung to me the entire time her 
father was in the air, circling the airfield and then returning 
to land. When he taxied up to the FBO and stopped the engine, we 
all clapped and cheered for him, too.

For the rest of May, Chris and I would continue our ground school 
classes and flying lessons. By the time we finished our 
instruction, we would each have about fifty hours of flight time. 
We still had to pass the FAA Airman Knowledge Test, as well as 
our instructor's practical test, but soon, we'd be licensed 
pilots.

-----

For our senior prom, Scott and I once again reserved rooms at the 
Peachtree Plaza. We also had reservations at the Sun Dial and a 
limo for the evening. For a couple of weeks before the dance 
itself, Gina, Shannon, Heather, Livy, and Debbie sunbathed at 
Gina's house. Livy and Debbie only went topless, but the other 
girls lay out nude.

For the dance, Gina picked out a backless lavender dress. She 
planned to wear the pearl necklace my parents had given her and a 
matching pair of pearl earrings I'd bought her. The woman who 
altered Gina's dress saved some of the material and made a 
matching bow tie and cummerbund for me. Once again, I chose a 
double-breasted coat for my tux.

Shannon picked out a dark green sequined dress and Scott got a 
matching bow tie and cummerbund (both sans sequins, thankfully). 
Livy's parents actually let her get a dress that showed off her 
lithe body and a little cleavage. It was dark blue and accented 
her wheat-blonde hair. Kelly went with a traditional tux and a 
vest instead of a cummerbund.

Heather picked out a bold red strapless dress that really showed 
off her body. Her date, a friend of hers named Conner Micks, 
picked out a traditional tux with a white dinner jacket. Heather 
and Conner were going just as friends. In addition, she told her 
parents that she'd be spending the night in "Gina and Shannon's" 
room. In reality, she'd be spending the night with Gina and me.

Debbie had chosen a sunflower-yellow spaghetti-strap dress. She 
was a very petite girl, and she looked like a flower herself. 
Mike picked out a traditional tux, with a bow tie and cummerbund 
made with extra material from Debbie's dress.

On the day of the dance, Scott and I drove downtown to drop off 
his car. By then, his old Buick Electra had died and his parents 
had replaced it with a '78 Datsun 280Z. That evening, we once 
again ended up at Gina's house and took pictures out by the pool. 
Then we took some more pictures. Finally, we posed for _more_ 
pictures. After smiling and posing for what seemed like an 
eternity, we climbed into the limo for the ride to the Peachtree 
Plaza. (Mike and Debbie took his car to the dance.)

Dinner was a lot of fun, but nostalgic. This would probably be 
the last time our group of friends would be together. After the 
summer, Gina and I were going to Knoxville. Scott and Shannon 
were going to Tempe. Mike was going to Columbus, and Debbie was 
staying in Atlanta. Kelly and Livy were staying in Atlanta as 
well, but Heather was going to Athens. Conner had been accepted 
at West Point.

Down in the ballroom, we had our pictures taken, said hi to some 
of our friends, danced to a few songs, but then headed back up to 
our rooms. Once there, we opened several bottles of champagne--
which Scott had once again magically acquired--and toasted our 
upcoming graduation.

After Kelly, Livy, Mike, Debbie, and Conner left, we kept 
drinking and partying. The girls all had very good buzzes going, 
and they eventually talked Scott and me into standing up and 
unzipping our trousers. The girls shed their dresses in a sensual 
striptease and then sank to their knees before us.

They had evidently worked things out in advance. I'd seen Shannon 
give Scott countless blowjobs, but she'd never sucked me. Scott 
was a little surprised when she stood, kissed him, and then 
dropped to her knees in front of me. It was the first time she 
and I had ever had any kind of sexual contact, but it seemed 
natural. And when Gina started sucking Scott's dick, any 
objections he might've had died unspoken. It was definitely 
turning into an evening of firsts; Gina had never sucked another 
guy's dick.

With only our erections sticking out of our tuxes, Scott and I 
stood there grinning at each other--and drinking our champagne--
while the girls eagerly sucked us. Soon enough, Gina swallowed 
Scott's load. Then she and Heather teased his dick back to life. 
When I reached the point of no return, Shannon concentrated on 
making me shoot.

After I came, the girls took off our tuxedos. While Gina and 
Heather double-teamed Scott, Shannon gave me a sultry look and 
pulled me into my room. Once there, she told me that she and Gina 
had been planning this for a while.

"It's kind of a graduation present for you and Scott," she said, 
speaking slowly, to avoid slurring her words.

"Oh?"

"Mmm hmm. My Scotty's never said anything, but he gets really 
hard whenever we watch you and Gina have sex. I know he's wanted 
to do it with her for a while, but he's been a good boy."

I nodded.

"'Sides, he wants to try it up the butt, but I don't want to. 
When I tol' him Gina likes it that way, he almost came right then 
and there," she added.

"Ah," I replied laconically. In the other room, I could hear the 
bed squeaking as Scott pounded into one of the girls.

"And I want _my_ graduation present," Shannon said, pulling me 
onto the bed.

"You do?"

She nodded hungrily. "I've seen how you keep going and going. 
Sometimes, it takes a long time for me to get off. I love Scott, 
and he makes me real happy, but he comes quicker'n I do. I want 
you to fuck me until I can't take it anymore." Then she reached 
for my erection. "I want you to do that stop and start thing you 
do with Gina, the one that makes her really go crazy."

"I think I can do that," I said with a roguish grin.

In the other room, Scott was groaning as he emptied his balls 
into whoever he'd been fucking. With both Gina and Heather 
teasing him back to life, he'd soon be hard and going at it 
again. I had no doubt about that.

Shannon got off three times while I was fucking her, two small 
orgasms followed quickly by a big one. Afterward, she was so 
sensitive that she had me stop. Then she rolled me to my back and 
began sucking me. Her technique was different from Gina's, since 
she could barely get more than my head into her mouth. While 
sucking the head and teasing me with her tongue, she used her own 
juices for lubrication and jerked me off. It felt incredible, and 
I soon filled her mouth with come.

Later, Scott got his wish. With Gina and Heather in a sixty-nine, 
he fucked Gina until his cock was nice and slippery. Then he 
pulled out and eased into Gina's ass. Shannon and I were sitting 
on the couch in their room, simply watching. Soon enough, though, 
she started jerking me off. As she stroked me, we continued 
watching her boyfriend fuck the two girls on the bed.

Finally, at three in the morning, we all went to our own beds. 
When the alarm went off, six hours later, we all had hangovers. 
The rooms looked like a tornado had come through. Champagne 
bottles were strewn about, clothing was spread over each room, 
and the bedspreads were tossed haphazardly at the foot of each 
bed.

Silently, Scott and I stood and looked out the window, drinking 
glasses of water to help ease our headaches. Both of us knew what 
it felt like to be dehydrated, and we knew the cure was plenty of 
liquid. Our shared grins were part remembered excitement and part 
grimaces of pain.

When the girls got up, they looked worse than we did. Except for 
Heather, who didn't seem to have a hangover at all. Fortunately, 
she repressed her usual chipper attitude. Once everyone was 
awake, we showered and dressed in our everyday clothes. Then we 
bagged our formal outfits and checked out of the hotel.

The five of us had known each other long enough that no one had 
any regrets or jealousies. And Gina was smugly happy that we'd 
managed to swing with another couple our age. I merely shook my 
head in wonder and then immediately stopped when my headache 
threatened to come roaring back.

We were all crammed in Scott's 280Z, but no one minded. Scott 
dropped off Heather first and then took Gina and me to my house. 
Gina kissed Shannon on the cheek as I shouldered our formalwear 
bags and shook Scott's hand.

"Wild night," he said in amazement.

"No kidding."

"Um... thanks," he said. "For... you know."

"Don't thank me," I replied. "It was all the girls."

"Yeah," he said with a nod. Then he shook his head in disbelief.

"Uh-huh. Tell me about it."

With a grin, he shook his head again and then got back in the 
car. I slipped my arm around Gina and we waved as they drove off. 
Once inside the house, we promptly headed for my room. Without 
even taking our clothes off, we flopped onto the bed and were 
asleep in minutes.

-----

For Gina's eighteenth birthday, we had a pool party at her house. 
Since we invited lots of people who didn't know about our nudism, 
we had to wear swimsuits. Gina wore a very cute white string 
bikini and enjoyed playing hostess. And I had fun cooking on the 
grill and playing host. It was like we were grown-ups, hosting a 
party for our grown-up friends.

Gina's parents gave her a really nice set of luggage. Her friends 
gave her record albums, earrings, clothes, and things like that. 
I got her a diamond pendant. Kendall had scraped together some of 
her spending money and had gotten Gina matching diamond earrings. 
I had offered to pay for half (as long as I kept my grades up, I 
had a really good allowance), but Kendall wouldn't let me. The 
diamonds were all small, but it was the sentiment that counted 
more than the size.

For Gina's private gift, I got her a diaphanous white silk 
peignoir set. It cost me more than a month's allowance _and_ I 
had to dip into some of my summer savings, but she looked 
stunning in it.

-----

Between Gina's birthday and my own, we graduated from high 
school. Jubilantly, we were the class of '81. After graduation 
itself, we had a much more selective party at Gina's house. We 
invited Scott, Shannon, Kelly, Livy, and Heather. We also debated 
whether or not to invite Mike and Debbie, but the problem was 
solved for us when Mike told us his family was throwing a party 
for him.

Gina's and my parents had decreed that as long as we stayed at 
the Coulter house, we could drink and enjoy ourselves. Mom and 
Elizabeth had also insisted that we tell our guests' parents that 
we'd be drinking, and that we'd all spend the night in the 
guesthouse. Scott's and Shannon's parents agreed, as did Kelly's 
and Heather's. Surprisingly, Livy Phelps' parents agreed as well, 
but not before talking to both Mom and Elizabeth.

At the party, we swam, drank rum and Cokes, and had fun. None of 
us drank too much, but we enjoyed ourselves. After dark, we 
turned on the pool lights and went skinny-dipping. Kelly and Livy 
were a little shy at first, but the other girls had seen Livy 
topless before. And Kelly quickly realized that if _he_ was 
naked, the girls would be too. So they took off their suits and 
joined us.

Afterward, we hopped in the hot tub. When it became obvious Gina 
was stroking my erection, and Shannon was playing with Scott's, 
Livy threw caution to the wind and began playing with Kelly. None 
of us could see what was going on beneath the swirling bubbles, 
but we all knew what the other couples were up to.

Heather complained good-naturedly about not having anyone to play 
with, but I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. She was 
sitting between me and Scott. Not only did she have her hand on 
my balls, working in concert with Gina, but from the look on 
Scott's face, I was pretty sure she was doing the same thing with 
_him!_

When we finally went to bed, in the guesthouse, we were 
waterlogged, still buzzed, and worn out. Gina, Heather, and I 
took one of the bedrooms while Scott and Shannon took the other. 
For Kelly and Livy's sake, Heather took some extra blankets and 
made a pallet on the floor in our room. The couch in the living 
room was a hideaway sleeper, so Kelly and Livy took it.

Our friends had told their parents that we'd have a girls' room 
and a guys' room, of course. But what parents didn't know 
wouldn't hurt us. I grinned to myself at the thought that whether 
they wanted to admit it or not, our friends' parents probably 
knew what was going on.

-----

For my eighteenth birthday, I also got a set of luggage. In honor 
of earning my pilot's license, Dad gave me his Breitling watch. 
He'd had it cleaned up and serviced by a jeweler. Only a few 
years before, the big stainless steel watch had seemed huge, but 
now it fit my arm and didn't look out of place at all. When I 
realized Dad had just given me his watch, I looked up in 
surprise. He grinned and pointed to his own wrist, where he wore 
a new model of the same watch.

Gina got me his and hers gifts: a matching pair of orange 
Tennessee t-shirts. She also got me a really cool pair of 
aviator's sunglasses, like my dad's. My private gift from Gina, 
which she gave to me later that night, was a handmade coupon 
book.

Some of the coupons were obvious, like "good for one blowjob," or 
"good for one night of hot sex." But others were more subtle, and 
much more surprising. I had coupons good for "a backrub," "a 
kiss," "an evening of snuggling," "a candlelight dinner," and "a 
relaxing night on the couch," among others.

Kendall had mailed her presents about a week earlier, and I 
opened them as well. The first was a white silk pilot's scarf, 
and the second was a Waterman fountain pen. I also got the usual 
assortment of gifts from family and friends, such as record 
albums and clothes.

Since my birthday was on a Saturday, we combined it with a family 
graduation party for Gina and me. Our parents had held off giving 
us graduation gifts, and had been very mysterious about the 
entire event.

After I opened my birthday presents, while everyone was still 
gathered around, our parents decided to give us our graduation 
presents.

"We wanted to get you something special," Mom said.

"Something you'd remember the rest of your lives," Elizabeth 
added.

"Something that wasn't disfiguring," Chris said with a straight 
face.

"Chris!" Elizabeth and Mom exclaimed simultaneously.

"Well, we wouldn't want to maim the poor kids," he deadpanned.

"Ignore him," Elizabeth said, rolling her eyes and trying not to 
smile.

Then she and Mom handed Gina and me fat envelopes.

"Congratulations," they each said.

"Happy graduation," Dad added.

Gina and I glanced at each other in anticipation and tore open 
the envelopes. Mine contained a first-class round-trip ticket to 
London and a thousand dollars in American Express traveler's 
checks. Gina and I nervously glanced at each other as realization 
slowly dawned.

"Is this...?" Gina asked tentatively. For a moment, I panicked and 
thought she might've gotten a different gift.

"A month in Europe," Elizabeth said.

"And spending money," Dad added.

"You can see London, Paris, Rome, or anyplace you want to," Mom 
said.

"You'll stay with my parents, in London," Elizabeth said. "At 
least for the first couple of days. And then your flight back to 
Atlanta is from London, a month later."

"I asked a couple of the pilots who fly international routes," 
Dad chimed in, "and they said a lot of people vacation in 
Tenerife or Ibiza. Both places are supposed to have some great 
beaches."

"Ah," Chris added wistfully, "good topless beaches, with lots of 
cute European girls."

"Will you _behave_," Elizabeth said, playfully slapping his arm. 
"You already have a European _wife_."

Chris grinned, completely unabashed.

Gina and I were stunned, simply grinning at each other and 
clutching the envelopes.

"Well?" Mom asked.

"Wow," Gina whispered. "Thanks."

"Thank you _very_ much," I said. Then I put my arm around Gina 
and squeezed her..

"You're welcome," our parents said in unison.

"You only get one chance to see Europe for the first time," 
Elizabeth said.

"Same with the European girls," Chris quipped.

"You are _incorrigible_," Elizabeth said, her British accent 
becoming more pronounced.

As Chris and Elizabeth bantered, I quietly asked Gina, "What do 
you think?"

When she looked at me, her eyes were moist with tears. "I'm so 
excited," she breathed. "Oh, Paul." Then she paused and looked 
down at the ticket, as if it might dissolve in her hand. "We're 
going to Europe," she said, practically gushing. "Isn't it going 
to be romantic?"

I nodded, my cheeks tight as I returned her grin.

In addition to the major present from our parents, Gina and I had 
also gotten graduation gifts from our extended families and our 
parents' friends. Mostly, they were in the form of $25 checks, 
but there were also $100 checks from our grandparents. Between 
us, we had a substantial amount of spending money for our trip.

-----

Gina and I called Kendall to tell her about our trip. She was 
excited for us, and talked about all the great cathedrals, 
museums, and monuments we could see. She was also excited for 
Gina and me to be able to spend some time together. Kendall knew 
the problems we'd had trying to decide on colleges, and she 
thought it'd be a good time for us to "reestablish the foundation 
of our relationship." (More and more, Kendall sounded like the 
doctor I knew she'd become.)

Our flight to London departed on June 19, and we had a lot to do 
before then. Since we were now both eighteen, Gina wanted to have 
a swinging party with our parents. Elizabeth talked her out of 
it, saying there would be plenty of time once we returned from 
Europe.

Both our families would be at The Pines by then, and they debated 
whether or not to come back to meet us at the airport. In the 
end, Gina and I convinced them that we were adults and could take 
care of ourselves. When we returned to Atlanta, we would take a 
taxi from the airport to our houses and then drive to camp a few 
days later.

Things were hectic before we departed. Scott and Shannon were 
happy for us, good-naturedly grumbling that their parents only 
gave them a two-week trip to Florida. Scott, however, knew that 
his new 280Z was part of his graduation gift, and Shannon's 
parents had gotten her a _very_ nice emerald necklace.

Finally, the day of our departure arrived. My family had delayed 
their trip to camp so they could see us off. Erin and Leah were 
excited about us going (and bringing things back for them). We 
had a care package for Gina's grandparents, including pictures of 
the girls, pictures of the Coulters' new house, and other 
mementos.

Gina and I had used some of our spending money to buy some new 
clothes, and I bought a 35mm camera. I wanted to take pictures of 
European architecture, and anything else that caught my eye.

We also bought a Berlitz guide to Europe. We spent an entire 
night looking through the book, searching for the nicer vacation 
spots in southern Europe. Finally, we agreed on spending a few 
days on Ibiza (an island in the Mediterranean, near Spain), but 
we hadn't decided on where else to go.

On the flight over, we could barely contain our enthusiasm. As 
was my habit, I quickly befriended the stewardesses, and they 
suggested a few cool nightspots in London. They thought it was 
nice that our parents would give us a month-long trip to Europe 
as a graduation gift.

When the after-dinner movie was over, the crew dimmed the cabin 
lights and Gina and I tried to get some sleep. Unfortunately, we 
were both too keyed up. When I felt her hand creeping toward my 
zipper, I looked around. Most of the other first-class passengers 
were asleep, and the stewardesses were back in the galley, so no 
one would see us. Gina had figured out the same thing.

Slowly, she extracted my erection, then ducked under the blanket 
and sucked me into her mouth. In the dim cabin, her head bobbed 
up and down as she quietly fellated me. I tried to stifle a groan 
as I came, but I wasn't all that successful. Fortunately, no one 
was awake to hear it.

Gina sat up and wiped the corners of her mouth, smiling smugly. 
Then she guided my hand under her skirt. The crotch of her 
panties was soaked. Both of us knew we couldn't actually have sex 
in the seats, so she quietly talked me into joining her in one of 
the lavatories. I tucked my saliva-slick manhood back into my 
pants and stood up.

The younger of the two first-class stewardesses looked up as we 
entered the galley. When Gina put a finger to her lips and 
gestured toward the lavatory, the stewardess simply smiled and 
put her own finger to her lips, admonishing us to be quiet.

Sex in an airplane lavatory is incredibly cramped. It's 
incredibly awkward as well. But it's also incredibly exciting. 
Gina merely slipped her panties off, unbuttoned my pants, and 
then sucked me for a few minutes. When she had me good and hard 
again, she stood up, turned around, bent over, then looked over 
her shoulder at me. Her expression was smoldering.

I slid into her pussy with ease and then grabbed her hips. With 
practiced, measured strokes, I fucked her. Her hand was a blur on 
her clit, driving her toward her own climax. She came quickly--
and quietly--but I kept thrusting as her internal muscles 
clenched me. Finally, I buried myself deep inside her and filled 
her with my seed.

After we cleaned up, we tentatively opened the lavatory door. To 
our relief, no one was in sight. Much to our surprise, however, 
the young stewardess brought us two glasses of champagne when we 
reached our seats.

"Welcome to the mile-high club," she said softly, grinning.

Gina and I returned the grin. Then the stewardess winked and 
headed back to her seat near the galley.

-----

We arrived in London and were met by Gina's grandparents, Ramesh 
and Chandra. Gina simply called them "nana" and "nani." From the 
airport, we took one of London's famous black taxis to a house in 
a very nice neighborhood. To my surprise, her grandparents rather 
casually ensconced Gina and me in the same bedroom.

Her grandfather was a doctor, with a normally serious demeanor 
that hid a playful sense of humor. Her grandmother was a quiet 
woman. At first, I thought she was shy, but I quickly realized 
she was merely thoughtful. And she never missed an opportunity to 
tease her husband, puncturing his ego whenever she thought he was 
being too clever. They were a very loving, open couple, and I 
could see where Elizabeth got her personality.

For the first few days of our visit, we took the usual tours, 
seeing Big Ben, Parliament, the Tower of London, Buckingham 
Palace, Trafalgar Square, and too many other places to list. We 
rode the famous double-decker buses and had fun riding the 
Underground.

The city was positively awash with news of the royal wedding. 
Prince Charles and Lady Diana had their pictures everywhere. 
Selfridges, a big department store, had three _huge_ banners 
hanging from the front of their building, commemorating the 
wedding. Gina thought the wedding was romantic, and I could see 
how it would be easy to get caught up in the excitement of it 
all.

In the evenings, we planned the rest of our trip. At least, we 
tried to. First, we wanted to spend a few days in Paris. Neither 
of us spoke a word of French, but between Gina's Latin, my 
rudimentary Spanish, and a good Berlitz dictionary, we knew we'd 
survive.

 From Paris, we planned to travel south, to the island of Ibiza. 
It was a very popular destination for a lot of Europeans. Many 
British tourists went to Tenerife, in the Canary Islands, but 
Ibiza appealed to us more. Since the island was a protectorate of 
Spain, I'd hopefully get to try out my Spanish.

After Ibiza, we didn't really know where we wanted to go. We 
definitely wanted to see Rome and Venice, but we also wanted to 
see a lot of other places, like Greece (I _really_ wanted to see 
Greek architecture firsthand). In addition, we wanted to see 
places like Mozart's home in Salzburg and the Gothic cathedral in 
Cologne.

We thought we'd lie on the beach in Ibiza and decide where all we 
wanted to go. When we leafed through our Berlitz guide to Europe, 
_everyplace_ looked cool. We didn't argue about it at all. Far 
from it. We simply wanted to see too many things, and we fed on 
each other's enthusiasm.

Finally, we re-packed our things for our flight to Paris. We 
promised to call Gina's grandparents regularly, to let them know 
how we were doing (and where we were). We also told them we'd let 
them know when to expect our return to London.

Gina and I both wanted to do some shopping in the city's major 
department stores, as well as some of the smaller shops. So we 
planned to return to London several days before our flight back 
to the U.S.

-----

Paris was amazing. We saw all the touristy things: the Eiffel 
Tower, the Arc de Triomphe, Notre Dame, Sacre Coeur, the Louvre, 
Montmartre, and the Jeu de Paume with all the Impressionist art 
(Gina was surprised that I could tell her so much about the 
artists).

Paris in late June is usually hot, but the weather was actually 
fairly cool. In the mornings, we had to wear jackets (which we'd 
bought in a clothing shop). Toward the afternoon, it usually 
warmed up and the weather was beautiful, almost Spring-like.

The franc was at a new low versus the dollar, so we got a lot of 
really nice souvenirs and shipped them back to Gina's 
grandparents. We even got these really cool little cassette 
players with lightweight headphones. We could wear the players on 
our belts and listen to music any time we wanted. Needless to 
say, we kept those with us.

Paris was a very different city than we were used to. We drank 
wine with lunch and dinner, but it was almost impossible to get a 
Coke with ice. I remembered how much it irked me when Mark and 
Todd Zachary blathered on about "how they do things in 
California," however, so I kept my mouth shut about "how we do 
things in America."

We picked up a few phrases in French, but we were hopeless when 
it came to understanding the flowing, lively speech of Parisians. 
We quickly realized, however, that as long as we _tried_ to speak 
French, people were eager to help us. With only a limited 
vocabulary and a good attitude, we got around with ease and had a 
blast.

-----

On Ibiza, we found a nice hotel near the beach. Gina went topless 
on the beach itself, like the majority of the women. Our second 
day there, our plans for the rest of the trip changed 
drastically.

We met Annika and Tomas.

Annika was very attractive--and topless--and Gina noticed her 
when we were having lunch in a beachside cafe. When Annika heard 
us speaking English, she simply walked over and introduced 
herself. She and Tomas were our age, and were on holiday before 
going to university in the fall.

Annika was Dutch, but her English was almost perfect. She had a 
slight British accent, except when she used American slang, which 
she'd learned from our movies. Then, she sounded just like any of 
our friends from home. She was a couple of inches taller than 
Gina, but curvy and lush, with full, round breasts and a flat 
stomach. Her hair was chestnut brown and she had beautiful hazel 
eyes. Aside from her breasts, however, my eyes were drawn to her 
full, sensuous lips.

Tomas was from Barcelona, and his Spanish had the sibilant accent 
I recognized as the hallmark of a Castilian. His English was 
heavily accented, but still understandable. He complimented me on 
my Spanish, but I knew he was just being polite. Tomas looked 
like a Spanish aristocrat--tall and muscular, with dark eyes and 
dark hair. He simply oozed machismo. Gina tried not to let it 
show, but I could tell that she was drawn to him.

We hung out with them for the rest of the afternoon and then they 
invited us to a party at Annika's father's house. "House" might 
be an understatement. Villa might be a better word. Palace would 
work, too. Estate might be the best word, though.

Annika's father owned about half the commercial shipping industry 
in the Netherlands. To say he was wealthy would be like saying 
the surface of the sun was "a little toasty." Tomas's mother was 
descended from Spanish nobility, but her father had made his 
fortune in the chemical industry. Annika's father and Tomas's 
mother had been married for a time, so the two teenagers were 
technically step-sister and step-brother, but it was obvious they 
were much closer than that.

At the party, there were about fifty people. They were all our 
age, give or take a few years. As far as I could tell, there was 
no one over the age of twenty-one at the estate, except for a few 
household staff members. Annika explained that her father was in 
Bali with his new wife.

The music was loud and fast--a mixture of European dance music 
and American disco--and the alcohol flowed freely. Gina and I 
were having a blast, and we quickly overcame any initial 
reservations we might have had. Annika, Tomas, and their friends 
were a lot like us--teenagers enjoying their summer.

By midnight, the party was still going strong. The estate had a 
large pool and hot tub, and most of the girls were topless. Gina 
and I obviously didn't have any hang-ups about nudity, which 
surprised Annika.

"Americans are usually very prudish," Annika said as we stood 
just inside the house, looking out at the scene by the pool. She 
was wearing only a pair of bikini bottoms, and even though I was 
used to seeing bare breasts, I was having a hard time not 
sneaking peeks at hers. They were _very_ attractive. She laughed 
when she noticed my surreptitious glances. "It is okay," she 
said. "I like you looking." Then she smiled coquettishly. "Do you 
like them?"

"Very much."

She shrugged. "Sometimes, I do not understand this. Every woman 
has them. But I like it when men look at me." Then she glanced at 
Gina, who was sitting in the hot tub, topless, talking to Tomas. 
"Your girlfriend," Annika asked, "she would be upset that you are 
looking at another woman?"

I shook my head.

"Why not? She is not jealous?"

"She's very beautiful herself," I replied diplomatically. "And 
she knows I'm not going to run after the first beautiful girl I 
see."

"Ah, but I am not a girl."

I cocked my head to the side.

"I am a _woman_."

I blushed.

Then she laughed, a playful, musical sound. "You are quite 
handsome when you blush."

"Um... thank you. I think."

"Oh," she said, smiling mischievously, "wait until later to thank 
me."

With that, she looped her arm through mine--which pressed one of 
her luscious breasts against me--and gently directed us back out 
to the party. Once there, she slipped away and gestured to Tomas, 
who took his arm from around Gina and climbed out of the hot tub. 
Gina used the opportunity to join me.

"Annika's really hot," she said, to which I nodded.

"Tomas's really cute, too," I replied.

She smiled diffidently.

"What?" I shrugged. "If it's okay for me to look at girls, then 
it's okay for you to look at guys."

She breathed a small sigh of relief. Then, "He asked me..."

"He asked you what?" I asked when it became obvious she wasn't 
going to finish. I wasn't angry, just curious, and it came 
through in my tone.

"He asked me if I wanted to go somewhere private with him," she 
said simply.

I nodded.

"You're not mad?"

"Do you _want_ to go somewhere private with him?" I asked.

She didn't answer.

I stepped close and pulled her into my arms. "It's okay if you 
do. I mean, you let me have sex with other girls. Heck, you 
_wanted_ me to have sex with Lisa and Heather."

"Yeah, but that's different."

"How?" When she didn't answer, I continued. "Do you love him?"

She immediately shook her head.

"Do you think he's cute?"

After a moment, she nodded.

"So, do you _want_ to have sex with him?"

Hesitantly, she nodded. Then she looked up quickly. "I'm sorry. I 
won't do it. I swear I won't. If you want, I'll tell him--"

"Hold on," I said soothingly. "Slow down." When she looked up at 
me apprehensively, I smiled. "I'm not jealous," I said. "I know 
you don't love him."

"You're really not angry?"

"No. I would be, though, if I thought you were falling for him. 
You're not, are you?"

She quickly shook her head.

"Then what's the problem? I love you. I know you love me. Are you 
going to let him come between us?"

"No," she said without hesitation.

"Just like I don't let Heather come between _us_. And I have sex 
with Heather."

"But never alone."

"So?"

"I don't think Tomas's invitation really included you," she said, 
grinning tentatively.

"So? If you have sex with him, by yourself, do you think you'll 
love me any less?"

She shook her head.

"Will you want to break up with me?"

"No way."

"Do you think you'll enjoy it?"

She blushed.

"Would it bother you if I had sex with Annika? By myself?" I 
asked.

"No," she said at once.

"Why not?"

"'Cause I know you love me."

"See? It works both ways. If you love me enough to trust me with 
another woman, how can I really say I love you if I don't trust 
you with another man? I trusted you with Scott."

"That was different."

"How?" I asked.

"You were in the other room."

I nodded. "And tonight, I'll probably be just down the hall. 
Tomas's got a room here, right?"

She nodded. "Are you going to have sex with Annika?"

"I dunno," I said with a shrug. "She's interested, I think, but..." 
When a shadow crossed Gina's face, I couldn't help but smile. 
"Let me guess, you want to watch. Right?" I asked.

"God," she said, without a trace of sarcasm, "you know me so 
well."

"Uh-huh."

"Yeah, I'd love to watch you and Annika together. She's so 
incredibly sexy. But..."

"But you wanna see if Tomas is as good as he thinks he is."

Instead of replying, she blushed.

I tilted her head up and kissed her tenderly. Then her nipples 
hardened against my chest. "Are those for me?" I asked wryly. "Or 
Tomas?"

With a guilty grin, she playfully punched my chest.

Then we turned our attention to the rest of the party.

I hadn't read Annika wrong; she was _very_ interested in me. Once 
Gina realized I wasn't upset, she really started flirting with 
Tomas, teasing him. He took it as a challenge. Shortly after 
three in the morning, Annika led me to her bedroom.

"Your girlfriend, she does not mind?" she asked.

"She's with Tomas," I said, pulling the sexy Dutch girl toward 
me.

We kissed, hesitantly at first, but with growing desire. We'd 
been flirting all night, ever since it became obvious that Gina 
was interested in Tomas.

"You do not mind that she is with Tomas?" Annika asked 
quizzically.

I shook my head. "I know she loves me. She's just having fun with 
Tomas."

"Like you are 'having fun' with me?"

"I thought you were having fun too," I said evenly.

"I am. I have never met an American man who does not talk to 
these," she said, indicating her bare breasts.

"I'm not like other American men."

She reached for the lump in my swimsuit. "Maybe you are not all 
that different?" she inquired, squeezing gently.

"I think you'd be surprised."

"Oh? Show me."

I took my time, but she didn't seem to mind. She also enjoyed my 
circumcised dick, even when it was soft. The sun was up by the 
time we finally separated, sweaty and panting, our nerves still 
tingling from recent orgasms. I think she'd been expecting 
enthusiasm but not a lot of skill.

"You _are_ different," she said, caressing my chest. "Your 
girlfriend, she gets this every night? How does she survive?" 
Then she laughed softly. "Poor Tomas," she lamented, without much 
sympathy. "He thought seducing your girlfriend would be easy. 'I 
will show her what a real lover is like, a Spanish lover,' he 
said. 'She will never want to leave my bed.'"

I chuckled darkly.

"I think Tomas might be--how do you say?--I think he might be 
playing with fire."

She sounded just like an American, and I nodded, grinning.

-----

Gina and I stayed on Ibiza for another week. After only a day, 
Annika talked us into checking out of our hotel and simply 
staying at her father's estate. I slept with her, while Gina 
spent her nights with Tomas. Each day, we arose around noon.

Without fail, Gina and I would bathe together, soaking in the tub 
and simply relaxing. Both Annika and Tomas were slow to rise, so 
Gina and I enjoyed the time alone together. More often than not, 
we wouldn't have sex. When we did, it was slow, gentle, and very 
sensuous. Our baths were a languid time, and we both enjoyed 
them.

Once Annika and Tomas had fully awakened, we'd sit on the veranda 
and eat a leisurely lunch--prepared by the cook. Then we'd ride 
our ubiquitous Vespa scooters to the beach. Gina and I had rented 
our own, so we fit right in with the rest of the crowd.

At the beach, the girls all went topless and the guys all wore 
European brief-style swimsuits. Try as hard as she might, Annika 
couldn't convince me to wear one. I thought I'd look ridiculous, 
so I flatly refused.

Most nights, Annika invited all her friends to the villa, for 
bonfire parties on the private beach or simply drinking and 
dancing by the pool. The teenagers were from all over the world: 
the Netherlands, Denmark, Sweden, England, Spain, Argentina, and 
Venezuela. We were the only Americans, but English and Spanish 
seemed to be the common languages. All the northern Europeans 
spoke English very well, and I could follow most of the 
conversations in Spanish.

One day, out of the blue, Annika had the urge to go dancing in 
Rome. So a group of us packed some clothes and flew to Rome. We 
didn't buy tickets for a commercial flight and we didn't charter 
an airplane. Annika simply called the airport and told her 
father's flight crew that we wanted to go to Rome. It was as 
simple as that. The next thing I knew, we were on a Jetstream 
turboprop, headed for Italy.

In Rome, we stayed at a walled villa belonging to a friend of 
Annika's father. The friend wasn't there, but his daughter, 
Sofie, was happy to see us. She and Annika had been friends since 
childhood.

Every night, we went to a different dance club, never returning 
home until after sunrise. Every day, we slept until noon. In the 
afternoons, Annika and I played tourist with Gina and Tomas, with 
Sofie as our guide.

We saw the Colosseum. We went to the Vatican and marveled at St. 
Peter's Basilica. We gazed up at the ceiling of the Sistine 
Chapel. We threw three coins into Trevi Fountain and walked the 
Spanish Steps. We wanted to rub the left foot of La Pieta, but it 
was guarded behind bulletproof glass, because some madman had 
attacked it with a sledgehammer.

We lived like sybarites, and Tomas insisted on paying for 
everything. Annika explained to me that even though her father 
was quite a bit wealthier than Tomas's mother, it was a point of 
honor with the dark Spaniard. Gina and I marveled at it all. Our 
parents weren't poor, not by any standards, but they didn't have 
the kind of money that Annika and Tomas routinely threw around.

After four days in Rome, we went back to Ibiza. The estate there 
seemed to be the home base for the group of wealthy scions. The 
beautiful, blonde Sofie came with us. Once there, Gina and I 
called her grandparents to let them know where we were and that 
we were okay. We also told them about our whirlwind trip to Rome.

One night, while Annika and I were catching our breath after sex, 
I idly mentioned that I really wanted to see Greece.

"Greece? My mother has a flat in Athens," she said.

The next day, we were on the Jetstream, headed for Greece. The 
"flat" turned out to be a luxurious three-floor apartment. To 
Annika's surprise, her mother--an older version of Annika 
herself, very beautiful and very elegant--was actually at the 
apartment.

We stayed four days in Athens, mostly relaxing and seeing the 
sights. We hiked to the top of the Acropolis and gazed out upon 
the ancient city. Then we strolled along the Agora, as Socrates, 
Plato, and Aristotle had done millennia before. We visited the 
Parthenon and the Theater of Dionysus. In the narrow streets of 
the Plaka, I imagined what it must have been like to live in 
Athens during its heyday. Throughout it all, Gina marveled at my 
sense of wonder, and I think she began to see the city 
differently herself.

Eventually, though, we boarded the Jetstream and returned to 
Ibiza. Once again, we called Gina's grandparents to let them know 
we were back on the island. They were amazed that we'd gotten so 
much traveling done. We simply told them we'd made some new 
friends and were seeing the sights with them.

Annika was an inventive and enthusiastic partner. Since returning 
from Rome, Sofie often joined us as well, although she and Annika 
didn't have sex with each other. With suspiciously practiced 
ease, however, they shared me.

Much to Gina's disappointment, neither Annika nor Sofie had any 
bisexual inclinations. But that hadn't stopped Gina from enjoying 
an occasional threesome with Tomas and another girl.

Unfortunately, our time in Europe was drawing to a close. Annika 
wanted to take us to Amsterdam, to show us her home, but we had 
to return to London. As it was, we had already cut two days from 
our time with Gina's grandparents.

To our surprise, Annika volunteered to come with us to London. 
Tomas thought it was a splendid idea as well, so we called Gina's 
grandparents and asked if they didn't mind an additional guest or 
two. They had more than enough room, they said, so the four of us 
left Sofie and the party crowd in Ibiza. We borrowed one of 
Annika's father's cars, a big white Mercedes, and drove to the 
airport, where we boarded the Jetstream.

Back in London, Gina and I were once again reunited in the same 
bed. Annika and Tomas shared the room next door. Both of them 
understood that we didn't want Gina's grandparents to know about 
our swapping.

"Besides," Annika said with a grin, "this is a good way to get 
Tomas used to not having Gina. I understand she--how do you say?-
-she kept him hopping."

I nodded with a sly grin of my own.

In London, we simply relaxed for two days and did a little 
shopping. Since we'd spent practically none of our money, we 
purchased gifts for our family and friends, as well as things for 
ourselves. We bought so much that we ended up purchasing a 
steamer trunk to ship it all home. Gina's grandparents were 
sending a lot of things back to the Coulters as well, so the 
trunk would be full.

Finally, it was time for us to fly back to America. Annika and 
Tomas were very gracious, and thanked Gina's grandparents for 
letting them visit. We also exchanged home addresses and phone 
numbers. Annika was going to college in the U.S., and had been 
accepted at Princeton.

With all of our luggage and purchases, we took a pair of taxis to 
the airport. Annika, Tomas, and Gina's grandparents walked us to 
the gate. After heartfelt goodbyes, Annika and Tomas headed for 
the charter terminal and the waiting Jetstream. Half an hour 
later, our flight started boarding and we said goodbye to Gina's 
grandparents.

Once on the plane, Gina and I practically flopped into our seats. 
I think we slept through the entire flight home.

-----

As soon as we arrived at Gina's house, we called Susan to let our 
families know we were home safe. Then we called Gina's dad, who 
was still in Atlanta, working.

We spent the next few days simply relaxing at Gina's house. Even 
though we'd spent most of our time with other partners, Gina and 
I had actually grown closer. Tomas was very good in bed, Gina 
said, but his machismo was grating. He was fun to be around, but 
early on, she had decided that I was much better as a boyfriend. 
I was good in bed _and_ I didn't have a touchy Spanish ego.

For my part, I had enjoyed my time with Annika (and Sofie), but I 
missed Gina's warmth and familiarity. The Dutch girls were fun in 
bed, but they simply didn't know me like Gina did. Gina and I had 
history and a much deeper connection. Simply put, we had a lot 
more than sex going for us.

On July 25, we loaded my Jeep and drove to camp. It was fun 
driving with Gina, and we truly felt like adults. At camp, our 
families were happy to see us, but it was going to be a little 
weird not sleeping with Gina. Somehow, the old top bunk didn't 
look all that inviting anymore.

Kendall was already at camp, and was happy to see us. Manfred and 
Maureen were there as well. They had been happily dating 
throughout the previous year, and were even going to college 
together, at UNC Charlotte.

The Jordans and Zacharys left the day after Gina and I arrived, 
so I didn't have to deal with any of them. That was probably for 
the best, because Mark had evidently been doing his level best to 
seduce Kendall. I probably would've hit him, despite the fact 
that I knew Kendall could take care of herself.

Over the past two years, Kendall had blossomed quite a bit. 
Through letters, phone calls, and our time together, I watched it 
happen. I got to experience the sense of wonder that I think my 
parents and Susan felt when I changed from a pudgy, self-
conscious fifteen-year-old into the man I was destined to be.

Kendall was no longer the shy, beautiful wallflower we once knew. 
College had done wonders for her. She still wasn't as outgoing as 
me, but she found it easier to make friends and meet new people. 
And her brilliance had finally been challenged, with tough 
courses and highly intelligent, driven classmates. She had 
flourished.

Even though we weren't officially "tied" to each other, she'd 
never found anyone else she wanted as a boyfriend. I knew she'd 
gone on dates, and from things she'd said, I suspected she'd 
actually had sex with at least two other guys (one of whom she 
was _very_ secretive about). But we never talked about it, and I 
knew she was still in love with me.

I was very much in love with her, and she had played a large part 
in my decision to attend UT. The school did have an excellent 
architecture program, and the new Art & Architecture building was 
a big lure, but Kendall had been at the heart, so to speak, of my 
choice.

After our trip to Europe, I think Gina's desire for a swinging 
party with our parents waned. It was still there, not far under 
the surface, but she seemed content. It would've been a lopsided 
party, too, since her father was still in Atlanta. He wouldn't 
return to camp before Gina had to leave. Elizabeth promised her 
daughter that we'd get together before Gina and I had to move 
away to college.

Before Gina left camp, she, Kendall, and I talked about the 
Raefords. Dennis and Elaine arrived in camp on August 1. Gina 
didn't have any problem with Kendall and me swinging with the 
other couple, but it was something we needed to decide together. 
I think Gina was mostly upset that she wouldn't get to join in.

"There'll be other times," I told her.

She knew I was right, but she was still disappointed that she had 
to leave.

The next day, Elizabeth, Gina, and Leah drove back to Atlanta. 
Gina and Leah were going to visit Kara in Charleston and then the 
three of them planned to drive to Richmond to see their 
grandparents.

Instead of swinging with the Raefords by ourselves, Susan had a 
small party at her house, for our parents, Dennis and Elaine, and 
Kendall and me. My parents wanted to maintain a controlled 
environment, so no one got their feelings hurt or crossed any 
boundaries. We had a lot of fun, but that's a story for another 
time.

Eventually, Kendall's family had to leave. Our parting was 
actually filled with anticipation, because Gina and I would be 
moving to Knoxville by the end of August.

Soon enough, my family left as well. I had a lot to do to get 
ready for college. Gina and I, and our mothers, had to attend 
freshman orientation in Knoxville. Shortly after that, we'd move 
into our dorms. She was assigned to South Carrick Hall, while I'd 
be living in North Carrick Hall, which were essentially two wings 
of one very large building.

Orientation was fun, and I got to spend my first legitimate night 
in Clement Hall. Every other time I'd been there overnight, I'd 
been technically breaking the rules. Orientation itself was 
interesting, but I didn't learn much new information. I'd already 
spent enough time on campus to be fairly familiar with most of 
it. Mom and Elizabeth had fun, though.

When we returned to Atlanta, we planned a big party at the 
Coulters' house. It would be an end-of-the-summer party and a 
going-away party for Gina and me. Susan was going to fly over 
from South Carolina to join us.

Before the party, our parents sat down with Gina and me and had a 
long talk about relationships, love, sex, commitment, and a 
wealth of other things. The Coulters knew Gina wanted to swing 
with them, but they wanted to be sure she understood the 
emotional aspects, as well as the physical.

I was looking forward to the party mostly because I knew how 
eager _Gina_ was. Sometimes patiently, sometimes not so 
patiently, she had been biding her time until we were eighteen.

Over the past two years, though, she'd actually grown more 
mature. She hadn't argued when her mother put off the swinging, 
shortly after our eighteenth birthdays. Nor did she pout when we 
couldn't get together with her parents at camp. She had been 
upset, but she acted like an adult. I had seen all those things 
at the time, but only now did I realize how much she had changed.

When Gina's parents and mine were satisfied that we understood 
what it meant to share partners, they agreed to let us 
participate with them. Their only rule was that we couldn't have 
any sexual contact with our own parents.

Mom and I had a long talk about it before we even sat down with 
Gina and her parents. I got the sense that Mom wanted to make 
sure I wasn't upset that we couldn't have sex. Far from it, I was 
relieved, in a way. Mom was still a beautiful, sexual woman, but 
I knew what kind of complications would arise if we had sex. 
Aside from the fact that society in general frowned upon it, it 
came with too many emotional problems.

She did reveal that she had shared the details of our 
relationship--short-lived as it was--with my dad. Dad had been 
surprised, but not shocked. As close as he was to Erin, I could 
see where he would be understanding about Mom and me. Dad was a 
man, not a eunuch, and Erin was turning into a beautiful younger 
version of Mom. I knew Erin had a girlish crush on him, but I 
also knew that he'd never let anything happen between them. So 
I'm sure he understood the desire that Mom and I had succumbed 
to.

The party itself is also a story for another time, but we had 
fun. I got to see Gina have sex with my parents, and I joined her 
parents. Our parents even let Erin and Leah watch, but not 
participate. Seeing my sister have sex with Leah was surprisingly 
arousing. I didn't want to have sex with Erin, but she was a 
beautiful girl, and she obviously enjoyed herself with Leah.

Erin was shy about it at first, but she quickly lost her 
reservations and enjoyed herself. Susan moved among the couples 
and added her pleasure to ours. By the time we went to bed, early 
in the morning, we were all sated and thoroughly worn out.

-----

Finally, the time came to move into our dorms. Gina and I had 
spent two days packing. Of course, we wanted to take too much 
stuff, but we both knew how small our dorm rooms were. So we 
ruthlessly kept removing items from the pile of things we wanted 
to take with us. While we were packing, Mom and Elizabeth had fun 
buying bed linens, towels, and other necessities for us.

Mostly, we packed clothes, posters, school supplies, toiletries, 
our little cassette players, and not much more. I took a set of 
free weights, but only my curling bar and two dumbbell bars. I 
could keep them under my bed, I reasoned. UT actually had a 
really nice workout facility, but I wanted to be able to lift in 
my room, even if it was only curls and presses.

Finally, we packed everything in our families' station wagons. 
Gina was taking the Bumble Bug and I was driving my Jeep, so we'd 
have a four-car caravan going to Knoxville.

College was a big step for both of us, and I was looking forward 
to it. Even though Gina had really wanted to go to UCLA, she was 
excited about living in Knoxville and being reunited with 
Kendall.

For the first time in our lives, we'd be on our own. If we wanted 
to spend the night together, we wouldn't have to ask our parents' 
permission. We'd still have to deal with our roommates--not to 
mention the visitation rules--but it felt like freedom.

I knew I'd miss my parents, though. And Erin. She was happy for 
me, but I know she'd miss me as well. I'd also miss our friends, 
but Gina and I would make new ones.

And we'd have Kendall.

When we finally got into our cars for the drive to Knoxville, I 
started the engine with a mixture of eagerness and regret. Erin 
was riding with me, and I think she shared some of the same 
thoughts.

Once we got on the interstate, heading north, my regrets and 
nervousness faded into memories. They were replaced by all the 
possibilities that lay before me.

Gina and I were starting a new life, in a new city, and I was 
looking forward to it.

-----

Book 2 - The End

Look for the continuation of the story in _Summer Camp - Book 3: 
Kendall_, coming Late 2003.

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AUTHOR'S AFTERWORD

Wow! It's really over.

And I can almost hear the great collective groan of frustration. 
Who died? Who does Paul marry?

Keep reading.

Before I start talking about all that's happened to me--and this 
story--in the past eight months, let me take a moment to thank 
several people. First and foremost, I'd like to express my 
undying gratitude to my editor, MizPattay. Her dedication, skill, 
and support have been truly integral to the success of this 
story.

In addition, I want to thank my pair of dedicated proofreaders, 
Strickland83 and Terry Steyaert. They get each chapter after 
MizPattay and I are finished with it. Remarkably, they each find 
separate issues. But between the two of them, very, _very_ few 
problems creep into the final draft. All the problems that do 
creep in are mine and mine alone, unfortunately.

Let me also say thanks to Gary Jordan. Gary is my reality check; 
he provides welcome advice about each chapter. I'd also like to 
thank all the other people who have helped me in too many ways to 
list. You know who you are.

Last but not least, let me thank all the people who take part in 
Scipio's Forum*. They're sometimes a rowdy bunch, but they're 
always fun. We share a common love for the _Summer Camp_ 
characters and universe. Thank you all. I write for my own 
pleasure, but it makes my work so much easier when I know people 
enjoy what I do.

When I first started writing this book, I thought it would be 
about the size of Book 1. I was wrong. Very wrong. Thirty-two 
chapters and more than 400,000 words later, Book 2 has drawn to a 
close. Paul is now an adult, and he's going off to college. He's 
entering a new chapter of his life, and he'll be meeting new 
people. I'm excited for him.

Writing is both a craft and an art, and in Book 2, I set out to 
tell a story. But I also wanted to hone my craft and improve my 
writing skills. I've had fun doing it, but I'm ready for a break. 
I've got a couple of ideas for _Summer Camp_ short stories, and I 
want to write some more Jazz Club and Mike Logan stories. In 
addition, I'm positively brimming with other story ideas.

It's been little more than a year since I started writing _Summer 
Camp_, and in that time, I have achieved more than I ever dreamed 
was possible. I won the Silver Clit Awards for November and 
December 2002. I had my stories published at Ruthie's Club. I was 
interviewed for The Basement Internet Show. And I won a 
staggering twelve Golden Clit Awards for 2003, including Author 
of the Year and Best New Author. I am both proud and extremely 
grateful for all the recognition.

Finally, let me address the two big questions: Who died? Who does 
Paul marry? The answers to both those questions will come at the 
end of Book 4. So you'll have to read to find out.

For those of you who don't want to wait, you're welcome to join 
Scipio's Forum, a Yahoo group where people from all over the 
world discuss my stories, as well as a myriad of other things. 
You won't find the answers to all your questions, but the Forum 
members occasionally ferret out the truth. I even admit to it, 
once in a while.

In closing, let me thank you once again. Writing is hard work, 
but having appreciative readers makes it all worthwhile.

Nick Scipio
September 28, 2003
Southeastern US

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* Scipio's Forum: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Scipio_Forum/

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

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