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Subject: {ASSM} [RV] "Summer Camp - Book 2" by Nick Scipio - Ch 34 (mf, mff, mF, m+f+, M+F+, teen, oral, first, mild viol)
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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 34
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, mff, mF, m+f+, M+F+, teen, oral, first, mild viol
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
The last half of May, 1980, it seemed like Gina's father worked
seven days a week. His new TV station planned to go on the air
June 1, and they still had a lot of work to do. Gina and I
studied for our exams and looked forward to the end of school.
In addition, I spent as much time as I could at the construction
site of the Coulters' new house. Steve Easterbrook was often on-
site, and I had a bad habit of following him around like a puppy.
Gina and I stopped by every day on our way home from school. Gina
wasn't all that interested in the dirt and construction mess, but
she knew how much I looked forward to our afternoon visits.
Every time Steve was there, I felt a rush of anticipation. He
could tell how excited I was, and he always took the time to
answer my questions, show me drawings, or explain what was going
on. They were a little behind schedule because of rain delays (it
_was_ spring, after all), but the weather had turned nice and the
house was finally "under roof."
When the brick masons arrived to start laying the house's facade,
I immediately thought of Dennis Raeford. Watching the masons work
was actually cool, so I asked them if I could try laying a few
bricks. Since I was with Steve, the lead mason didn't object. The
man even took the time to show me how to do it.
It didn't take many bricks before I gained an appreciation for
how difficult their work was. It took me ten minutes to lay ten
bricks. When I stepped back, proud of my line, I realized that in
ten minutes, one of the professional masons had laid more than
_fifty_ bricks. And where his were razor-straight, mine were an
uneven mess. In short, my bricklaying skills left a lot to be
desired.
"You'd better go ahead and take those down," I said to the lead
mason. "I guess they're a disaster."
He grinned at Steve and then began pulling my bricks off his neat,
orderly wall. "It takes practice, sonny," he said with a grin.
"Layin' brick ain't easy."
"I bet you can lay bricks almost as good as he can," I said to
Steve, dismayed. If I couldn't do something as seemingly simple
as put one brick next to another, how could I ever hope to be an
architect?
"Not on your life," he answered immediately. "Oh, I _can_ lay
brick, but I'm not much better than you."
"Then how'd you become an architect?"
"Paul," he explained patiently, "I know _how_ to do most of the
different jobs, but I'm not an expert at any of them. My skill is
design, and knowing what needs to happen, and when. I understand
building codes, and design techniques to create a desired effect.
I may not be able to lay bricks like Jimmy, but I can tell you
about load-bearing walls, residential traffic patterns, and stuff
like that. It's my responsibility to get the overall project done,
not each individual job. I see the _whole project_ in my head."
"I do that _too!_"
"Do what?"
"See the whole thing," I said, my excitement building. "The very
first time I saw the plans, I knew what the house was going to
look like. I could see it, in my head!"
"_That's_ what it takes to be a good architect, Paul."
"Really?"
He nodded reassuringly.
"Cool."
When we looked up, Gina was grinning at us.
"Are you ready to go, pitter-pat man?" she asked me, her eyes
twinkling. "We have an English final to study for. And I'll be
worse than Lady Macbeth if we don't get to it soon."
"'Out, damned spot!'" Steve quoted with a grin, making a shooing
motion. "'Out, I say!'"
-----
Gina and I spent the rest of the weekend studying. To my surprise,
I actually made an A plus on my English final. I did well on my
other finals too. And when it became clear that I was probably
going to succeed at my parents' car-for-grades challenge, I
started looking in the newspaper for used cars. Mom and Dad told
me how much I could spend, and I diligently began making a list.
At the end of the school year, when I got the rest of my grades,
only one of them surprised me. Instead of making a B in Spanish,
I actually made an A minus. I made an A in Honors American
History, an A plus in Honors English, an A in Art, a B in Physics,
and a B plus in Algebra II.
That was a 3.67 GPA, and I was getting a car!
Actually, I didn't really want a _car_. I wanted a Jeep CJ-5. I
found a couple I liked, but I kept coming back to one in
particular. It was a '74 CJ-5, with a V8 and a 3-speed
transmission. It had bigger tires and a couple of inches of lift,
but nothing too redneck-looking. It was midnight blue, with the
original tan soft top, doors, and bikini top.
It was at a used car dealer's lot, so my dad went with me to look
at it. When we took it to our family mechanic, he examined it and
said it was in good condition. It would need to have the brake
pads and air filter replaced, but other than that, it was fine.
Dad started negotiating with the car dealer, and ended up getting
the Jeep for $200 less when he agreed to buy a _second_ car. Dad
hated leaving his Corvette at the airport whenever he flew long
trips, so he wanted to get something cheap to use as an "airport
car." In addition to my Jeep, we bought a '65 Volkswagen Karmann
Ghia (which the mechanic also said was in good condition).
Dad and I drove our new cars home and then I took him back to get
his Corvette, which the dealer had diligently tried to get Dad to
trade in. When we returned the second time, Mom and Erin came out
to admire the two new cars.
Gina knew I wanted a Jeep, but she was pleasantly surprised when
she saw it. I guess she probably thought I wanted some goofy Army
jeep, or a mailman's Jeep. When she saw what I had actually
picked out, she thought it was cool.
"It fits your personality," she said.
"Thanks."
-----
For my seventeenth birthday, we had another big party, this time
at our house. Once again, we cooked out and invited Scott,
Shannon, and Heather. The three of them seemed to be getting used
to being nude--Scott and Shannon only had to slip away to the
bathroom once.
Susan called while we were still cooking, and I talked to her for
about ten minutes. She said she was looking forward to seeing all
of us in a few weeks. And she said she had a big surprise--sort
of a birthday gift--for me at camp. A few minutes later, Gina
came into the office, so I let her talk to Susan for a few
minutes.
When Gina handed the phone back to me, she looked around
carefully. Our families and friends were all outside, so no one
could see us. With a grin, she dropped to her knees and took my
limp penis into her mouth. On the phone, I could almost hear
Susan grinning at me.
"Is she sucking you?" the older woman asked.
"Oh, yeah," I half-grunted.
"I asked her to give you a blowjob for me, since I can't be there
to do it in person."
"Oh... thanks."
For the next few minutes, Susan merely listened as I groaned
softly, lost in the sensations as Gina ran her lips and tongue
over my length. Where we were standing--or kneeling--I had a good
view of the back door, and I would _probably_ be able to see
anyone coming into the house before he saw us. But the danger
added to my arousal, and I came quickly.
"Happy birthday," Susan said over the phone.
"Happy birthday from Susan," Gina unknowingly echoed with a
satisfied grin.
Gina and Susan talked for a couple of minutes, and Gina lovingly
described the taste of my semen. The two of them were teasing me,
but I enjoyed it. Finally, Susan wished me a happy birthday again,
and we hung up.
When we came back outside, Mom glanced at my red cock and then
looked at Gina. Instead of reproaching us, Mom merely rolled her
eyes and grinned.
Later, Mom and Erin put a big red ribbon on my new Jeep and my
parents ceremoniously gave me the keys. The Coulters got me a
really nice backpack with a compact aluminum frame. The new pack
held twice as much as my daypack, and with the frame, the weight
was distributed better, so it felt lighter.
Scott and Shannon gave me a couple of albums I wanted, Blondie
and Queen. Heather's present was the coolest "game" I'd ever seen,
a Rubik's Cube. My dad finally had to tell me to put down my new
toy and pay attention to our guests. I hate to say it, but I
think he only wanted me to put down the Cube so _he_ could play
with it.
And even though I expected it, I acted surprised when I opened
Gina and Kendall's gift, a silver ring with "P-G-K '80" engraved
inside it. Since Gina wore my class ring--heavily padded so it
wouldn't slip off her finger--she knew what size ring to get me.
Gina and Heather also whispered that they had another gift for me,
once again, "for later."
A little later, Kendall called. I went inside to talk to her in
private. She was home from school and was really looking forward
to seeing me when her family came to camp.
"What are you doing before then?" I asked.
"Nothing really. Just helping around the house. Why?"
"Why don't you come spend a week down here? My dad's got to fly
about two weeks of trips, so we won't be leaving for camp until
almost the end of June. If it's okay with your parents, you could
stay in our guest bedroom."
"Really?"
"Sure," I said confidently. "I don't see why not. I mean, I'll
have to ask my parents, but I think they'd love to have you."
"Oh, my goodness, Paul, that would be wonderful!"
"I could even drive up and get you," I said. Then I told her
about my new Jeep.
"Let me ask my parents. Can I call you back? Later tonight?"
"Sure."
"Oh, Paul," she said, "I love you so much."
"I love you too, sweetheart."
"I'll call you. Later."
After the party, all the teenagers hopped in my new Jeep and went
to meet Kelly, Livy, Mike, and his new girlfriend, Debbie. At our
favorite pizza parlor, we hung out for a while and talked about
the end of school--which had been two days before--and what it
felt like to be seniors.
Later, we returned to my house so Scott and Shannon could pick up
his car. Then, Gina and Heather looked at me with matching
twinkles in their eyes. Gina asked me to drive us to her house.
Once there, we almost immediately headed up to her room. Her
parents had taken Erin and Leah out to a movie, so we had the
house to ourselves.
In Gina's room, she and Heather showed me the first of their
private presents, a pair of silk pajama bottoms. At their urging,
I put them on. I especially enjoyed it when the girls decided to
see how they felt and started fondling me. Then they pushed me
onto the bed so I could watch their slow striptease. When they
were nude, they dragged me into the master bathroom.
Once there, my second private present was to watch them shave
themselves. Heather was getting comfortable with Gina touching
her, but the blonde girl still didn't seem to be interested in
returning the favor. While they spread themselves open, I
unbuttoned the pajamas' fly and extracted my erection. Once they
were both clean-shaven, they took me back to Gina's room for my
third and final private present.
Heather wanted me to take her virginity.
Over the final weeks of school, I had realized that Heather was
working up to something big, but I had no idea _how_ big. I
thought it had been letting Gina go down on her, but I was wrong.
I wanted to simply jump in bed with her and screw her silly, but
my conscience kicked in, and I asked if she was sure.
"I'm sure," she said.
She was as horny as I'd ever seen her, and I quickly realized
that she wanted to have sex because she was ready, not because
she thought that's what I wanted. Heather had seen Gina and me
together--many times--so she decided I would be The One.
The two girls had been using "Pinky" for several months. In
addition, Heather had been giving me blowjobs and I had gone down
on her almost as often. So she thought she knew what to expect.
But when she spread her legs, she looked a little nervous.
I slowed down and kissed up her body, taking time to tickle the
backs of her knees, the sensitive skin on her inner thighs, the
insides of her wrists. With my erection bumping her inner thigh,
I nuzzled her neck and kissed her earlobes until she gasped,
clutching my head and grinding her hips against my stomach. Then
I moved lower and sucked her nipples, marveling at how firm her
breasts were despite their size. When I began licking her freshly
shaved slit, she quickly grew slippery.
As I looked up, Gina was smiling at us and playing with herself.
At her gesture, I returned my attention to Heather. Fifteen
minutes later, the curvy blonde gasped and shuddered with her
first orgasm of the night. When I continued licking her smooth
pussy, she begged me to fuck her.
I moved between her legs and teased her with my hard shaft,
rubbing its length along her channel. Then I set the tip at her
opening and eased forward. She was so worked up that her pussy
was practically gushing. My cock slid home with ease, spreading
her virginal lips and caressing her sensitive inner ridges.
"Oh... my... God," Heather gasped.
"See what I mean?" Gina asked the blonde girl.
"Oh, yes," Heather hissed, lightly clawing my back. "This is _so_
much better than your vibrator."
She wasn't on the pill, so I needed to be careful and not come
inside her, but I knew I could keep things under control. Her
pussy quickly adjusted to my girth and she urged me to start
moving within her. When I did, her fingernails dug into my back
and she moaned in pleasure.
For the next couple of hours, Heather, Gina, and I enjoyed
ourselves. Heather's pussy was a little sore after the second
time we had sex, but she was more than happy to help Gina suck me
off. Gina stayed dripping-wet the entire night, and once again
seemed to be in sexual overdrive. When I finally drove home, a
little before midnight, I was completely drained and Heather was
a very satisfied non-virgin.
When Mom heard me at my bedroom door, she came out of her room
and walked toward me, rubbing her eyes sleepily.
"Did you have fun tonight?" she asked, standing on tiptoe to kiss
my cheek. Then her eyes widened as she smelled Gina and Heather
on my face. "I guess you _did_."
I felt my face heating.
"Kendall called," Mom continued. "She sounded pretty excited. She
wanted you to call her back, if you got home before midnight."
I quickly looked at my watch. I had about five minutes.
"She mentioned something about coming to visit," Mom prompted.
"Oops."
"Was there something you wanted to ask us?"
"Um, yeah," I said. Then I asked if Kendall could come visit for
a week and stay in our guest bedroom.
"Sure," Mom said without hesitation. "We'd love to have her."
Then she paused, thinking. "Do you want me to talk to her mother,
to make sure everything's okay?"
"Do you mind?"
"Not at all. But I'll do it in the morning." She kissed me on the
cheek again. "I don't know how you keep so many women happy at
once, but they're certainly lucky you do."
"I dunno how I do it either," I replied with a shrug. "I guess my
parents raised me right."
With that, she squeezed my arm and silently padded back to her
room.
Once inside my bedroom, I quickly called Kendall. She answered,
sleepily, on the first ring. As soon as she heard my voice, she
perked up. I apologized for calling so late, and explained that
I'd been out with Gina, Scott, Shannon, and other friends. I
decided to tell her about Heather some other time.
While we talked, I took off my clothes and climbed into bed.
Kendall's parents had agreed to let her come visit, as long as it
was okay with my parents. I told her about my mom's offer to call
her mom, and she said it was a good idea.
Then what we both intended to be a short conversation turned into
four hours. We talked about UT, about the end of my junior year,
about my SAT exam--I was surprised that I scored a 1350--and more.
We also talked about her parents. Her father still didn't realize
she was having sex, but her mother obviously knew what was going
on.
"I had no idea that my mom understood so much about me," she said.
"See?"
"She's been really cool about it too," she said. "My dad didn't
want to let me come spend the week with you, but my mom talked
him into it." Then she sighed in wonder.
I chuckled softly.
"Yeah, Mr. Smug. I know, I know, you told me so."
After that, we talked more about her relationship with her
parents. With her away at school, she and her mother had grown
very close. She still seemed to have a blind spot where her own
emotions were concerned, but it was gradually shrinking as she
began to "overcome some of her presuppositions," as she put it.
Toward the end of our conversation, we were both joking about
dirty phone calls, and one thing led to another. While I listened
to her masturbate, I stroked myself. At my urging, she told me
what she was doing, in a husky whisper. When the phone grew
silent, I knew she was coming.
"It's still better when you're inside me," she said, panting
softly. Then, in exquisite detail, she told me how she wanted to
straddle me and slide her pussy over my cock. She told me she'd
hold my hands over her breasts and let me play with her nipples
while she rocked against me.
"Oh, God," I groaned. "I'm gonna come." With a rush, I erupted,
hot come splattering onto my stomach.
"If I were there," she said, her voice sultry, "I'd clean you
up."
"If you were here, I wouldn't _need_ to be cleaned up. I'd've
come inside you."
She laughed tiredly and told me she loved me. I said I loved her
and we talked for another fifteen minutes. But by then, 4:18AM,
we were both incredibly sleepy, so we said goodnight.
My life was so hard. My parents were going to kill me for the
four-hour long-distance phone call, but I was too happy to care.
-----
The next week, I put the doors and top on the Jeep and then drove
to Chattanooga to pick up Kendall. At first, my parents weren't
going to let me drive that far by myself, especially since I'd
only been driving the Jeep for less than two weeks. But I
promised to drive the speed limit and be careful, so they
ultimately consented.
At Kendall's house, we spent the afternoon with her mom and then
had dinner with the entire family. Immediately after we finished
eating, Drew got on the phone with his girlfriend. Adam, Melissa,
Kendall and I then talked for a while in the living room.
About an hour later, we loaded Kendall's suitcase into the back
of the Jeep. When Adam asked me about it, I explained the car-
for-grades challenge. Not only did he approve of my GPA, he even
liked my choice in cars (since he drove a International Scout,
which was similar to my Jeep).
After a little more small talk, Kendall and I said our goodbyes
and climbed into the Jeep. It wasn't the quietest or most
comfortable car in the world, but Kendall thought it was great.
At my house, we unloaded Kendall's things and I called Gina to
let her know we were home safe. I invited her over, but she was
cleaning house, and said she'd see us the following day. Lisa
McGrath was supposed to come for a visit the next day. She
planned to stay for a few days and then she and Gina were going
back to Charleston for a week, to visit Lisa's family.
After Kendall and I took a shower and got cleaned up, we fixed
some popcorn and settled onto the couch to watch TV. My father
had already left for his trip, but Mom joined us. On the way back
from Chattanooga, Kendall and I had talked about how to ask my
parents if she could spend the night with me. As it turned out,
that wasn't necessary.
"I saw you put your suitcase in the guest bedroom," Mom said to
Kendall. "Did you want to stay in there?"
"We thought... I mean...," Kendall said.
"I guess we were wondering if she could just sleep in my room," I
said. "But we didn't know what you and Dad would say, so..."
Then Mom grinned at us. "You know you're going to cause all sorts
of problems for me, don't you?"
"If... I mean... um... if you don't want us to..."
"It's not that," Mom said with a grin. "What am I going to tell
Erin when she has a boyfriend she wants to sleep over?"
"Oh," I said. "We hadn't even thought of that." Then I looked at
Kendall. "Don't tell me you did," I accused.
Her shrug said she _had_ thought about it.
"Don't worry about it," Mom replied, smiling to let me off the
hook. "Your father and I have talked about it. When Erin has a
boyfriend she's having sex with, we'll see. But he probably won't
be allowed to spend the night until she's sixteen, and only if we
know and trust the boy's parents."
"I guess it's too bad Gina doesn't have a brother," I said.
"Good God, no," Mom blurted. "Heaven help us if she did!" She and
Kendall grinned at each other. "I'll make sure Erin understands,"
Mom continued. "So you two can sleep together, or not. You're an
adult," she said to Kendall. Then she turned to me. "And you're
close enough. So I'll leave it up to you to decide."
"Oh," I said. "That's easy. I want Kendall to sleep with me."
Kendall nodded in agreement.
The next day, Kendall, Gina, and I picked up Lisa at the airport.
When we got back to Gina's house, our sisters and a couple of
their friends were there, lying out topless. As soon as their
friends saw me, they immediately covered up. Erin and Leah merely
grinned.
Since the four younger girls were at Gina's, we decided to go
hang out at my house. On the way there, I showed Kendall and Lisa
the Coulters' new house, which was still under construction.
Gina seemed bored with the house, but Kendall listened
attentively as I pointed out little design features and details.
Afterward, we climbed back into the Jeep and headed to my house.
Mom was out shopping with Elizabeth and Scott Anderson's mom, so
we had the place to ourselves.
Since we had a privacy fence around the back yard, Gina and Lisa
wanted to sunbathe nude. Kendall and I joined them. Soon enough,
Gina and Lisa started fooling around. The rest of the afternoon
was pretty much a blur of breasts, legs, and asses. I came three
times and finally had to take a break. Kendall curled up in my
lap and we snuggled as Gina and Lisa kept going.
The next two days were more of the same. One afternoon, when Mom
and Erin were out shopping, Heather came over. I had my hands
full with four girls. Fortunately, we only had a couple of hours.
Otherwise, I think they would've kept going. Kendall realized I
was getting tired and suggested that we relax and simply soak up
the sun.
To be honest, it was a relief when we dropped off Gina and Lisa
at the airport. Kendall and I spent the rest of our week relaxing.
We enjoyed sleeping together and ended up talking about a lot of
things: Gina, college, my last year in high school, wrestling,
Kendall's friends, her home life, and more.
When I finally drove Kendall home, I felt closer to her than ever.
She wasn't as sexually adventuresome as Gina, but we seemed to
have a deeper connection. I loved both girls very much, but I was
beginning to see major differences between them.
-----
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, screened-in
building with an Astroturf-covered floor.
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 Susan's from town had helped her
pick out the equipment, including several weight machines and a
treadmill.
It was partially a birthday present for me, but she knew the
other 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 headed 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 in her sons' lives. She had
gone to Annapolis for Kirk's graduation and commissioning as a
Navy 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.
Then 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 planned to remove the remaining
shuffleboard court and add an in-ground 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.
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."
-----
Gina's family arrived a week later. Unfortunately, her father 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
came 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.
Dwight and I also took a look at 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 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 rough 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. 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."
"Uh, thanks," I said. "I guess."
"Don't mention it," he replied as we cleaned our work area.
-----
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, everyone applauded and cheered.
Afterward, Gina neatly slid under my arm and put her arm around
my waist. 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 was, 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).
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--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.
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 clawing at an iron statue; 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 right 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, still 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.
After that, I stayed away from them and they stayed away from me.
The Tharp twins, who'd seen the whole thing, avoided Mark and
Todd 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.
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 they were looking forward to the time away from camp. On the
hike up, Manfred pretended to re-tie his hiking boot and then
hung back with me for a few minutes.
"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 as she did.
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 pleasure. 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, Maureen 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.
_Good for Manfred,_ I thought. _And good riddance to Jenny. I
hope you enjoy her, Mark, 'cause sooner or later, she'll screw
you over, too. I guarantee it._
-----
While we were at the quarry, 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. Over the
past year, Trish had filled out a lot, and that seemed to suit
Drew just fine. Erin and Leah were more interested in the quiet,
sensitive Sean Sullivan, so everyone seemed happy.
Later that night, when Mark saw Kendall for the first time, he
started hitting on her. I wanted to tell him to get lost, 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 invited 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 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.
"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.'"
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.
Maureen and Manfred were inseparable, and I think it irked Jenny
to see how happy Manfred was without her. Maureen sensed the
other girl's pique and doted on Manfred, who was obviously
enjoying himself.
Manfred took to heart 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!
-----
When Dennis and Elaine Raeford arrived at camp, they were happy
to see us. 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. "Isn't anyone going to do something
about that?" When neither Gina nor Kendall uttered a word, Susan
sank to her knees before me.
Gina and Kendall started fooling around as Susan expertly sucked
my dick. With a muffled groan, I clutched her head and climaxed.
Grinning, Susan gave my dick one final suck, wiped her lips, and
stood.
"I'd better get back inside," she said. Then she kissed me on the
cheek and turned to the girls. "Take care of our man."
"Oh," Gina replied, "we will."
Kendall nodded in agreement.
Once inside, Susan winked and surreptitiously waved to us through
the sliding glass door. Then she and Mom double-teamed Dennis
while Dad fucked Elaine from behind.
Gina, Kendall, and I wanted to watch, but we also wanted to fool
around. We didn't want to make too much noise--and alert the
other adults to our presence--so I ran up to our cabin, grabbed a
blanket, and met the girls at the nature trail clearing.
I wanted to take my time and get the girls really worked up, but
they had other ideas. I lost track of who was fucking me and who
was straddling my face, but I didn't really care. By the time we
took a swim to cool off and clean up, we were exhausted. I walked
Kendall to the Winnie and then dropped Gina at her cabin. At my
own cabin, I climbed into the upper bunk and was asleep in
minutes.
-----
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. 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.
Because we knew we'd be seeing each other again in a few weeks,
her departure was less bittersweet than previous years.
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. Elaine did
come right out and tell me she was looking forward to when I
turned eighteen. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out
why.
Kendall said she was looking forward to the same thing. To my
surprise, she said she wanted to swing with the Raefords. 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 told me she
wanted the other man to be Dennis. For the same reason Elaine was
attracted to me--she said I reminded her of Dennis--Kendall
thought Dennis was handsome.
-----
After my family returned to Atlanta, in August, 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.
For the move from their rental house to their new home, 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 sitting area, a walk-in closet with a 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 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
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 college board exams, we'd get college credit. We
both had D lunch, along with Scott, Shannon, Kelly, Livy, Heather,
Mike, and his girlfriend, Debbie.
In addition, Erin and Leah were freshmen and excited about the
prospect of high school. I was torn between wanting to help Erin
and not wanting my little sister hanging around all the time.
Fortunately, she and Leah both had A lunch and our schedules had
us in completely different parts of the school most of the time.
So I could be a helpful big brother, but I didn't have to worry
about having two fifteen-year-old girls pestering me.
-----
Since Doc Rivera had graduated, we had a new varsity heavyweight
wrestler, Eric Greene. He 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 tipped the scales at 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 the 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 Blowjob"
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"
had sucked and fucked every guy at the party.
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.
The real Becky was incensed. Tony was almost as livid. In a way,
I actually felt sorry for Becky. She was a caustic bitch, but she
wasn't a slut. Unfortunately, I couldn't bring myself to actually
downplay the rumors. I know it was petty of me to take such
delight in Becky's humiliation, but I guess I'm a petty person
sometimes.
-----
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 together.
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 Hall 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, and 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.)
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. The Coulters had cable TV, of
course, and since they also had a satellite dish, we had all
sorts of channels to choose from, just in case we tired of
football.
-----
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 thought
our high school parties were a little tame, though. Compared to
college parties, I suppose they were.
To my chagrin, Scott figured out that I was involved with both
Gina and Kendall. (Although I think Shannon might have clued him
in.) When he asked me about it, I simply grinned as enigmatically
as I could.
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."
-----
A week before Christmas, I lost my only regular-season wresting
match. It was a fluke. At the beginning of the first 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 side.)
I wanted to continue the match, but when I tried to stand up, my
ankle turned and I 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
sprained. 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.
Two days later, 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. 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 agreed to pay for my flying lessons, after wrestling
season, and as long as I kept up my grades. Chris was going to
take lessons at the same time, and my dad wanted to renew his
Flight Instructor and Instrument Instructor certifications. Dad
wouldn't teach us, but he wanted to get some more time in light
aircraft, which were very different from the commercial jets he
flew for the airline.
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. Fortunately, 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.
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. Almost.
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 hurtful incidents, 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 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. Where school was concerned, Gina was
very good for me. She pushed me to do better, to work harder, and
she helped me develop 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 the other guys in the 185-pound and heavyweight
weight classes.
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. Bridget even let
Kendall borrow her car for the weekend.
Gina baked Kendall a birthday cake and we celebrated Sunday
morning.
In mid-December, Susan had found 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. So I talked it over with Gina, and we got it for
Kendall, as a birthday present. When Kendall unwrapped the
present and read the book's cover, she looked up with misty eyes.
"Oh, my goodness," she said. "Thank you so much." She looked up,
beaming. "Where did you all ever find this?"
I explained how Susan found it at an antique bookstore.
Oblivious, Kendall reverently leafed through the book. She
apologized for being preoccupied with it, but Gina and I didn't
mind.
Around noon, we fixed lunch and talked about school while we ate.
The girls talked about how difficult it was to get accepted to
medical school. I didn't really have anything to add to the
conversation, so I politely listened.
All too soon, however, Gina and I needed to catch our flight. We
hurriedly cleaned up the cabin and then packed our clothes. We
loaded Bridget's car and Kendall took us to the airport. Then she
walked to the gate with us. With hugs and kisses, we said goodbye.
-----
Once again, the city of Macon hosted the state wrestling
tournament. 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, near-fall,
and escape points, but his extra take-down made the difference.
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. I talked it
over with Kendall. I called Susan to get her opinion. I even
talked to my parents about it. In the end, my decision was
heavily influenced by something Coach Simmons once said. He'd
been berating me about my grades, 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.
I'd talked to one of Kendall's friends, an architecture major,
who 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
understood that 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.
-----
All through March and April, Chris and I learned to fly. Three
times a week, in the evenings, we drove to a local airport to
attend ground school classes. The classes covered a wide range of
general aviation subjects, from weather patterns to radio
procedures. It was a lot of work and studying--on top of all my
schoolwork--but I enjoyed it. I'd been around pilots all my life,
and had heard a lot of the jargon, but I still got a thrill when
I _understood_ the reasons behind the procedures and terminology.
On Saturdays, Sundays, and a few Tuesdays, we took flying lessons.
When Chris flew, I sat in the back. After an hour, we'd land the
plane so Chris and I could switch positions. Then we'd spend an
hour with me flying and Chris in the back. It was like a double
lesson, with both hands-on and observational instruction. The
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. Neither Chris nor I were
concerned, since we each had more than twelve hours of flight
time. That might not sound like a lot, but it is. I told Gina
that our flight instructor wouldn't even let us attempt to solo
unless he thought we were ready.
Chris and I decided to let chance determine who would go up first.
Grinning, Dad pulled out a quarter and flipped it into the air.
Chris called heads. Dad caught the coin and slapped it against
the back of his hand. Then he looked up, his grin widening. When
he didn't immediately lift his hand, Chris and I both glared at
him.
"Boys," Elizabeth chided as Dad continued to tease us, "if you
want to be magnificent men in your flying machines, get on with
it."
Dad and Chris rolled their eyes and then smirked at each other.
But Dad moved his hand and we all stared at the revealed coin.
Tails!
I'd get to solo first.
Under the watchful eye of both the instructor and my father, I
walked around the plane, doing the preflight check. Then I got
into the cockpit, buckled the seat belt, wiped my hands on my
jeans, and began reading from the placard on the instrument panel.
Half to myself, half out loud, I repeated each item on the list
as I did it: preflight, complete; seatbelt, adjust and lock;
brakes, tested and set; avionics master switch, off; and so on.
When I completed the list, I silently went through it again,
double-checking everything. At last, I glanced outside the plane
for the first time in several minutes. Then I checked to make
sure no one was near the propeller.
"Clear prop!" I called.
My heartbeat thudded in my ears as I turned the ignition switch
to Start. The engine cranked once, sputtered, then roared to life.
When I finished the Engine Start checklist, I glanced nervously
at the empty seat beside me and then took a deep breath. After
listening to the ATIS weather information a final time, I changed
the radio frequency to ground control. Finally, I adjusted the
boom mike and pushed the transmit button.
"Peachtree Ground, Cessna 4619 Tango," I said in my most
professional voice, "requesting clearance to taxi for takeoff
with information Foxtrot." I was nervous, but the familiar rhythm
of the radio call focused my attention. I waited for what seemed
like forever, but was probably only five seconds.
"Cessna One Niner Tango, Peachtree Ground," crackled in my
headphones. "You are cleared to taxi runway one six. Hold short
of runway and contact Tower on 120.9 for takeoff clearance."
"Peachtree Ground, Cessna One Niner Tango," I responded,
"understand I have clearance to taxi runway one six."
The next few minutes were a blur of activity. I'd done everything
before, but always with the instructor watching and listening,
ready to take over if something went wrong. This time, I was
alone.
At last, I received takeoff clearance from the tower and pulled
onto the runway. I can't really explain the nervous exhilaration
I felt when the plane's wheels left the ground, but it was heady
and almost overwhelming.
I know it sounds trite, but for the next fifteen minutes, I was
on autopilot; I did the things I'd learned and practiced so many
times. When I completed a circuit of the airport, I called the
tower for landing clearance. As directed, I got in the pattern
after a Beech Baron and began mentally going through my landing
checklist. I probably flared too high on landing--the plane
bounced twice--but otherwise, I think I did a pretty good job.
Finally, I taxied back to the FBO (the airport's base of
operations). Then I went through the checklist for killing the
engine. At last, I relaxed and looked around.
My heart was beating a million miles an hour and I felt ten feet
tall.
I had just flown an airplane!
By myself!
My instructor was waiting for me when I opened the plane's door.
He shook my hand and congratulated me. Gina rushed up and
practically leapt into my arms. As I set her down, I looked up
and saw my dad's proud expression. I never really thought about
earning his admiration, but at that moment, it was the most
important thing I could think of.
As I walked back to my family, Chris began his own pre-flight
inspection of the plane. He would go through the exact same
routine I just had. Gina clung to me the entire time her father
was in the air. When he taxied up to the FBO and killed the
engine, we all clapped and cheered for him too.
Dad and the instructor took uncommon glee with the final ritual
of our solo flights: they cut off Chris's and my shirttails. We
both knew it was coming (we'd worn old shirts), but it still came
as a surprise when Dad grabbed me and began cutting.
After that, we taxied the plane back to its parking spot, tied it
down, and then headed into the FBO. Chris and I diligently filled
out our logbooks, grinning the entire time. Afterward, Dad took
us all out to lunch for a celebration.
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.
-----
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 added. The first time she only scored
1540.
_1540? And she took it again?!_
I shook my head in wonder.
After we took our SATs, Gina and I started looking at colleges in
earnest. 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 or biology
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 the College of
Charleston. 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 understood 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 understood 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.
Gina and I also 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 become a serious student
when I wasn't looking. Thanks, Gina.
The last month of school was mostly occupied with talk of prom,
graduation, and 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 Phelps still had another year of high school, Kelly
wanted to stay in Atlanta. So 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.
-----
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.
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. It was dark blue and accented her wheat-blonde hair.
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. 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 somewhat 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 and Conner had
been accepted at West Point.
We enjoyed our dinner, talking about our plans for the summer,
parties, and friends. 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. Then all three of them shed their dresses
in a sensual striptease.
Scott was a little surprised when Shannon sank to her knees in
front of me. I'd seen her give him countless blowjobs, but she'd
never sucked me. It was the first time we'd ever had any sexual
contact at all, but it seemed natural. When Gina and Heather
plastered themselves against Scott and Gina gave him a smoldering
kiss, any objections he might've had died unspoken.
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 sucked us.
Gina and Heather took turns sucking Scott's dick, and he merely
closed his eyes and lolled his head back. Before me, Shannon
stared up at me, her eyes glassy with lust. I smiled at her and
brushed an errant lock of hair out of her face. She wrapped her
lips around my glans and tongued me lightly. Her technique was
subtly different from Gina's, but just as enjoyable.
With both Gina and Heather working on him, Scott came quickly.
Then the duo teased his dick back to life. Because of the alcohol,
it took me a little longer to come, but Shannon eventually pushed
me over the edge.
After I came, Scott and I took off our tuxedos. While Gina and
Heather double-teamed Scott and pushed him onto the bed, Shannon
gave me a sultry look and pulled me into the other room.
"Gina and I have been planning this for a while," she said,
speaking slowly, to avoid slurring her words. "It's kind of a
graduation present for you and Scott."
"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." In the other room, I could hear the sounds of Scott
thrusting into one of the girls.
"So, now I want _my_ graduation present," Shannon said, pulling
me onto the bed.
"You do?"
She nodded enthusiastically. "I've seen how you keep going and
going. Sometimes, it takes a long time for me to get off. I love
Scott, an' he makes me real happy, but he comes quicker'n I do. I
want you to fuck me 'til I can't take it anymore." Then she
reached for my erection. "I want you to do that stop an' 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 groaned as he emptied his balls into the
girl he'd been fucking. With both Gina and Heather working on him,
he'd soon be hard and going at it again.
I took my time with Shannon and enjoyed myself. From what I'd
seen, Scott was a good lover, but I had an edge on him in
experience, and I put it to good use. Because I'd already come
once, and because I had a good buzz going, it took me a long time
to come. Shannon and I changed positions several times, and she
built up slowly, but she was soon thrusting back at me as hard I
was pounding into her.
I felt her pussy begin to contract and then she had a small,
quick orgasm. I was about to stop, but she urged me to keep going.
Then she came again, short and quick. When she opened her eyes,
she told me to keep thrusting. I did, and her chest and face
flushed a deep red.
She let out an explosive groan as her pussy contracted around my
dick. I tried to keep thrusting, but it felt like my cock was
going to bend in half. Then a gush of moisture flooded around my
dick. Shannon clutched me and cried out, held in the throes of a
powerful orgasm.
Afterward, she was so sensitive that she pushed me from between
her legs. Then she rolled me to my back and began sucking me.
While 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.
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, Shannon started jerking me off. As she
stroked me, we continued watching Scott fuck the two girls on the
bed. She was still too sensitive to have sex, but I sucked her
nipples while she masturbated me.
Finally, at three in the morning, we all went to our own beds.
When the clock radio's 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 expressions were part remembered excitement and part
grimaces of pain.
The girls 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; my headache
threatened to come roaring back if I moved too quickly.
We all crammed in Scott's 280Z, but no one minded. Scott dropped
off Heather 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.
"No kidding."
"Um... thanks," he said. "For... you know."
"Don't thank me," I replied. "It was all the girls."
"Yeah," he agreed 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 free arm around Gina and she waved as they drove off.
Once inside the house, we promptly headed for my room. Without
even taking off our clothes, we flopped onto the bed and were
asleep in minutes.
-----
For Gina's eighteenth birthday, in 1981, 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. 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.
That night, I spent the night at her house. We were both worn out
from hosting the party, but we started snuggling, and one thing
led to another. We made love slowly, gently, with none of the
rush-to-orgasm that often dominated our sex. Finally, she rolled
to her side and I entered her from behind. We drifted off to
sleep with my slowly shrinking erection still inside her and my
arms wrapped around her.
-----
Between Gina's birthday and my own, we graduated from high school.
Susan even came to Atlanta to attend the ceremony. Later that
night, Gina and I hosted a small graduation party for our friends.
We invited Scott, Shannon, Kelly, Livy, and Heather to the
Coulters' guesthouse--Susan and our parents promised to stay in
the main house. We also invited Mike and Debbie, but Mike told us
that 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 that
Gina was stroking my erection, and that Shannon was playing with
Scott, Livy threw caution to the wind and began playing with
Kelly. None of us could see _exactly_ 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 headed into the guesthouse to go to bed, we were
waterlogged, still buzzed, and worn out. Gina, Heather, and I
took one of the bedrooms while Scott and Shannon took the other.
The couch in the living room was a hideaway sleeper, and Kelly
and Livy took it. We didn't want them to figure out that Heather
would be in the same bed with Gina and me, though, so we took
some extra blankets into our room and made a pallet on the floor.
Our friends had told their parents that we'd have a girls' room
and a guys' room, of course. 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, my parents gave me a set of luggage,
too. 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.
Susan gave me a Commodore VIC-20 computer and a color TV monitor.
She grinned as I tore the wrapping paper from the computer and
then stared at the box in confusion. I wasn't sure exactly what
I'd do with a computer, but her son Doug had assured her that I'd
enjoy it.
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, clothes, and cash.
Since my birthday was on a Saturday, we combined it with a family
graduation party for Gina and me. Susan gave us each a $1000 U.S.
savings bond, and we thanked her profusely. Then our parents gave
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 together.
"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 produced two fat envelopes, which they handed to
us.
"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 $1000 in American Express traveler's checks.
"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 nervously 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 disappear. "We're going to
Europe," she said. "Isn't it going to be romantic?"
I nodded and then kissed her forehead. I was as excited as she
was.
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