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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
Part: Chapter 10
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: MF, MFF, FF, teen, oral, toys, caution
Revision: 1.1
Web Site: http://www.nickscipio.com/summercamp/book3/
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                       STANDARD DISCLAIMER

This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It 
contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you 
are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO 
NOT read any further.

All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to 
any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely 
coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse 
any of the activities described in this story.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without 
the written permission of the author, Nick Scipio 
(nick_scipio@yahoo.com). This story may be freely distributed 
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Copyright (c) 2004 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.

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Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER TEN

When I woke up on Saturday, early morning light filtered through 
the sheers. Kendall, as usual, was sprawled on one side of the 
large bed. Susan was curled up next to me, her arm over my chest.

Unfortunately, I had to go to the bathroom. I tried to gently 
extract myself, but Susan stirred when I moved her arm.

"What time is it?" she asked softly.

"Early," I said. Then, "Sorry, I gotta go to the bathroom."

She nodded and then yawned. "Me too," she said.

With that, she turned back the sheet and swung her legs over the 
side of the bed. Then she waited for me expectantly.

"You can go first," I said.

"Nonsense," she said, gesturing. "Come on."

"Um... okay."

I got out of bed and then padded after her. At the bathroom door, 
I paused, but she beckoned me inside. I'd seen women use the 
bathroom before, but it felt weird to accompany her, especially 
at her request.

"While we're both awake, more or less," she explained as she 
gestured for me to shut the door behind us, "I wanted to talk."

Then, without any hesitation, she lifted the toilet lid and sat 
down. She kept her legs demurely together, but I heard the stream 
of urine as it hit the porcelain bowl. I simply stood there, 
rooted to the spot; it seemed wrong to be in the bathroom with 
her, but it was somehow naughty and exciting at the same time. 
When she was done, she wiped herself and flushed.

"It's all yours," she said as she stood.

For an awkward moment, I waited for her to leave.

"Do you mind if I stay?" she finally asked.

"Um... no... it's no problem," I said, with as much confidence as I 
could muster. To my surprise, she moved to my side when I lifted 
the toilet seat. I glanced at her warily. When she reached down 
and grasped my limp penis, however, I almost jumped out of my 
skin.

"I used to do this with Jack sometimes," she said, unperturbed. 
"When I was younger, I wondered what it felt like to go to the 
bathroom standing up." Then she hefted my dick for emphasis. 
"It's kind of sexy, don't you think? And it's _very_ intimate." 
When I hesitated, she glanced up at me. "I'm sorry, do you want 
me to leave?"

I shook my head. Then I concentrated on releasing a stream of 
urine. Normally, I didn't have to concentrate, but with Susan 
holding my dick, I guess I was a little nervous. Her hand was 
warm and soft, but it was also different. Finally, I relaxed 
enough to let nature take its course.

It seemed to take forever to empty my bladder. Every time Susan's 
hand shifted--no matter how slightly--I shivered. When the stream 
_finally_ trickled to a stop, she gently shook my penis. Then she 
used a small wad of toilet paper to blot the tip.

"That was kind of fun," she said as I flushed.

_Weird,_ I thought with a nod. _But yeah, it _was_ fun._

When I turned to face her, she arched an eyebrow, and I had the 
sudden urge to fuck her.

Before she could say anything else, I backed her against the 
counter. She hissed as her ass pressed against the cold surface, 
but then sighed when my hands found her breasts. While I played 
with her nipples, she stroked my cock.

Without words, I lifted her onto the counter and knelt between 
her legs. She ran her fingers through my hair as I gently tongued 
her labia. With my hands on her inner thighs, I spread her pussy 
and then licked her slit. She gasped when I gently circled her 
clit with my tongue.

For the next several minutes, I lavished attention on her pussy. 
My tongue darted into her and then drove toward her hooded clit. 
I kissed her. I sucked her. I slid two fingers into her and felt 
the heat of her arousal.

Finally, I stood, my erection aimed at her shiny slit. She sensed 
my urgency and gripped my shaft, guiding me to her opening. With 
one powerful lunge, I buried myself to the root. As I began 
thrusting, she leaned back and braced herself with her arms.

After barely a minute of powerful thrusts, I buried myself and 
bathed her insides with hot semen. My orgasm wasn't as powerful 
as my cock-ring-induced climax from the night before, but it was 
just as satisfying. When my spurts turned to gushes and then 
finally stopped, I held myself inside her and simply panted.

"Wow," she said. "Where did that come from?"

"Sorry."

"Oh, don't be. Sometimes I like a fast, hard fuck," she added.

I felt bad that I'd only worried about my own orgasm, so I 
apologized again. "Um... give me a few minutes," I said sheepishly, 
"and I can go again."

"I don't doubt it," she said. "But I'm fine for now. I really 
_do_ want to talk to you."

"You were serious about that?"

She nodded.

I swallowed to get some moisture back in my mouth and then pulled 
my pussy-slick cock from within her. Unbidden, she reached for a 
washcloth. Then she gently dried my cock and cleaned herself. It 
seemed like she was using the task as an excuse to gather her 
thoughts.

"Is everything okay with you and Gina?" she finally asked.

I shrugged noncommittally.

"Have you talked to her about it?"

Once again, I shrugged.

She waited patiently for a better answer.

"Not really," I said at last. "I mean, we hardly ever see each 
other anymore." Then I explained about our conflicting class 
schedules. "And lately," I added, "she's always got something to 
do with Chi Omega. So even if she _does_ have any free time, it's 
taken up by her sorority."

Susan nodded in understanding.

"And she's got a new friend," I continued sourly. "Regan."

"You don't like her, I take it?"

"She's all right, I guess. I mean, _Gina_ likes her. But..."

"But what?"

I explained about the trip to the sex shop, and the aftermath.

"It sounds like you had your hopes up, and didn't like not 
getting your way," she said evenly.

My jaw dropped. That _wasn't_ the reaction of sympathy that I'd 
expected.

"It sounds like Regan put Gina in an awkward position," Susan 
continued, "but that still doesn't mean you should've _expected_ 
to get lucky."

"That's what Kendall said," I grumbled.

"Mmm hmm. And while I don't think Gina made the right decision, I 
can't fault her for it."

"Huh?" I blurted, a little bewildered. I also hoped I didn't look 
as betrayed as I felt.

"Women are under a lot of pressure to conform," she said gently. 
Then she sat up straight, her expression sober. "Be seen, not 
heard," she said, almost lecturing. "Get married. Be a good wife. 
Have children. Be a good mother. Defer to your husband. And so 
on," she said. Then she softened her tone and continued. "When a 
man goes against society, he's an innovator... or a maverick. When 
a woman does it, she's obviously misguided, or worse, a bitch. So 
you need to understand that Gina's under a lot of pressure to 
conform."

"Not from me," I said defensively.

"_You_ might not think so, but I'd bet that she does."

"I bet she _doesn't_."

She held up a soothing hand. "You don't mean to, I know, but you 
still put pressure on her. It's not the only pressure, though. 
Think about your own life. What kind of pressure are _you_ 
under?"

"None, really," I said with a shrug.

"What about your Design professor?" Before I could answer, she 
continued. "And what about your other classes? How about your 
parents? Do they expect you to do well in college?"

I nodded.

"Are you working out regularly? Why? Because you want to keep up 
your physique. How about your friends? You hang out with them, 
and you play sports, right?"

"Yes, but..."

"You wanted to join a fraternity. Why? Because you liked the 
guys? But did you also want _them_ to like _you?_"

"I guess," I said.

"Do you spend time with Gina? With Kendall? How much? When? Do 
you know if they want you to spend _more_ time with them?"

I reluctantly nodded. Even though I already spent a lot of time 
with Kendall, I knew she'd be happy to spend even _more_ time 
with me. And Gina hardly got to see me at all, a fact that she 
had pointed out (rather miserably).

"So you're under a lot of pressure too," Susan said earnestly. 
"It's pressure to do well in school, from your professors, your 
parents, and yourself. It's pressure from your friends and peers, 
to play sports, join a fraternity, and other things. It's 
pressure from Gina and Kendall, to spend more time with them, to 
give a part of yourself and to share a part of them in return. 
And finally, it's pressure from yourself, to work out, to watch 
your weight, to have friends and do things that interest you."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Gina's under the _same_ pressures," she said. "Pressure from her 
family, her professors, her friends, her sorority sisters, 
herself, and you."

"I guess I hadn't thought about it that way," I said.

"But for Gina, it's probably worse. She's under pressure from 
society as a whole. If she wants to be a doctor, she's entering a 
man's world. Trust me, I know what it's like to be a woman in a 
man's world. Gina's going to have to be twice as good as any of 
them if she wants to succeed. It's the same with Kendall, but 
she's older. And..."

"And what?"

"She's more... mature," Susan said quietly. "She thinks about 
things instead of simply reacting. Gina's impulsive. And with the 
pressure she's under--the same pressure you're all under--she 
might not make the best decisions."

"So what am I supposed to do? Should I let her off the hook 
simply because society is putting a lot of pressure on her?"

"No, not at all. But you need to understand that she _is_ under a 
lot of pressure. You adapt to new situations easily. She doesn't. 
I'm surprised Kendall hasn't told you that about Gina."

"She has," I said.

To my surprise, Susan's eyes widened.

"What?" I asked apprehensively.

For a moment, she was silent, lost in thought. Finally, she 
looked up. "Do Gina and Kendall talk to each other?" she asked.

"Why?"

"Do they?"

"Of course they do," I said, although I didn't know for sure. As 
I thought about it, however, I couldn't recall Kendall mentioning 
any conversations she'd had with Gina. Nor had Gina said anything 
about talking to Kendall. "Maybe they don't," I said after a 
moment.

Susan nodded in disappointment. "I always wondered about that," 
she said. "But I didn't want to bring it up, because you three 
seemed so happy."

"Wondered about what?" I asked.

"I wondered if Gina and Kendall shared a real connection, or if 
they were simply connected through you."

"Huh?"

"Think about your mom and me, and our relationship," she said.

"What about it?"

"We love each other--we're like sisters. As a matter of fact, in 
many ways, I'm _closer_ to your mom than her sister is. Your mom 
and I share a bond. Our husbands had the same job, and shared the 
same dangers, but she and I have always been close."

"And...?"

"Do Gina and Kendall have that same kind of relationship?" Susan 
asked.

"I guess."

"Do they _really?_"

"Maybe not," I reluctantly admitted. "I mean, except for both 
wanting to be doctors, they don't really have much in common. 
Other than me, I mean."

Susan nodded and remained silent, letting me work through my 
confused thoughts.

"Gina joined a sorority," I said after a moment. "But Kendall 
detests Greeks. Gina's impulsive; Kendall's thoughtful. Gina's 
wild and fun; Kendall's more reserved. She's just as fun, 
though," I hastily added. "It's just... different with her. Gina 
knows me... _really_ well. But sometimes I get the feeling that 
Kendall doesn't understand why I do certain things."

"Mmm hmm. They're different young women."

I nodded.

"And it worries me that they don't talk to each other."

"No kidding," I agreed.

"I had hoped their relationship went beyond their love for you, 
but..." Her shrug spoke volumes.

"Why does my life have to be so complicated?" I complained.

"Their lives are pretty complicated too," Susan said gently.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," I said. Then I looked up hopefully. 
"What should I do? I mean, I always thought Kendall and Gina 
really cared for each other."

"I'm sure they do. But I think each of them cares more about her 
relationship with _you_."

"So what should I do?" I asked again.

"I don't know," Susan said after a moment.

All of a sudden, I felt my chest tighten. I wasn't used to 
hearing those words, especially from Susan. For years, she'd been 
my source of wisdom. If I had a problem, I knew that she would 
know the solution. If I were in doubt, I could always talk to 
her. With three little words, I was in uncharted territory.

"You can't _make_ two people love each other," she said softly.

"No," I said. With that admission, I had a much clearer picture 
of my relationships with the two girls. And worse, I had a 
_crystal_ clear picture of their relationship with each other.

With the realization, however, things started to fall into place: 
Kendall's reaction when Gina wanted to join a sorority; Gina's 
resentment about the time I spent with Kendall; Kendall's lack of 
enthusiasm about the cock ring (which I'd bought with _Gina_); 
Gina's desire for friendship with Regan; and more. Individually, 
none of those things gave me cause to worry. Taken together, 
however, they were disturbing.

"Why does my life have to be so complicated?" I repeated.

"It's all right," Susan said, stroking my face. Then, softly, "Do 
you remember the conversation we had about committed 
relationships?"

I shrugged noncommittally.

"It's difficult to have a committed relationship with two people. 
At some point, only _one_ of them can be the most important 
person in your life. 'Most important' is one of those dreaded 
superlatives--two people can't both be 'most.' When you were at 
camp, it wasn't such an issue, because the three of you only 
spent a couple of weeks a year together. Now, however..."

"So... what? Does this mean the end of my relationship with one of 
them?"

"It doesn't have to," she said. "You just need to be aware of the 
dynamics, and to make sure you maintain your relationship with 
_both_ women. It sounds like you haven't been spending as much 
time with Gina as you possibly could."

I silently agreed.

"That may be one of the reasons she's investing so much time in 
her friendship with Regan. Don't you think?"

"I guess."

"No, you _know_."

After a moment, I nodded. "But what can I do if _Kendall and 
Gina_ don't have a relationship with each other?"

"Not much," she admitted after a moment. "They're friends, and 
they're sometimes lovers, but not without you. You're..."

"The keystone," I finished. "Without me, the whole thing falls 
apart." Then I turned sullen. "Man, I don't _need_ this kind of 
pressure."

"But it's what you have," she said. "You wanted a relationship 
with both of them, and you got it. Relationships take _work_ to 
hold together. The effort is worthwhile, but no one ever said 
this was going to be easy."

"TANSTAAFL," I said.

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry," I said. "There Ain't No Such Thing As A Free Lunch."

She nodded.

Then I laughed darkly.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"I was just thinking about one of my friends. You'll meet him 
later today. I think my tuition free lunch is about to go away 
too."

"Oh?"

I nodded. "My friend Trip has this business, and he's already co-
opted me as his partner. What he does is..."

Telling Susan about Trip's summer job took my mind off my 
problems--my _looming_ problems--with Kendall and Gina. Susan 
must have understood that, because she let me talk. I think it 
was the first time I realized that she _didn't_ have all the 
answers. As wise and experienced as she was, she wasn't 
omniscient. And this was one problem I was going to have to solve 
for myself.

She knew it, and I knew it.

I just didn't _like_ it.

-----

After a late breakfast, Susan, Kendall, and I got dressed and 
headed downstairs to meet Raymond. When he dropped us off at my 
dorm, Susan gave him the rest of the day off--with pay. With the 
pre-game traffic, it would be quicker to simply walk around 
campus anyway.

Upstairs, I gave Susan a tour of my room. Billy wasn't there, and 
neither were T.J. and Glen, so we had the suite to ourselves. 
Kendall told Susan about the rooms in Clement as I changed into a 
pair of shorts and an Izod shirt.

"Were the rooms like this when you were in college?" Kendall 
asked.

"More or less," Susan said. "Although I didn't live in a dorm."

"Oh?"

"Well," Susan explained, "like you, I started college when I was 
seventeen. That was pretty uncommon in those days, 1957. Since I 
wasn't eighteen yet, I lived with some friends of the family."

"What was that like?" Kendall asked.

"It wasn't bad. They had a daughter a year older than me who was 
also at the College of Charleston. And, that's when I met Jack."

"Was he also at the College of Charleston?"

"No," Susan said with a grin at the memory, "he was a student at 
the Citadel, a military college nearby. The family I lived with 
had a son at the Citadel as well, and he brought Jack home for 
Thanksgiving dinner, since his parents were in Europe."

"Was it love at first sight?" Kendall asked.

"Not at all," Susan said. "At first, I thought he was too 
serious, too brooding." Then she nodded at me. "He was a lot like 
Paul, a sourpuss."

"I'm _not_ a sourpuss," I said as I tied my shoes.

"But Jack grew on me," Susan continued, ignoring me. "He had such 
drive and ambition."

"Like Paul," Kendall said.

Susan winked at me and then nodded.

"I'm going across the hall to find Trip," I interrupted. I knew 
the rest of the story, and I knew that Susan was only going to 
tease me more. Any time she talked about Jack, she teased me. I 
think it was her way of warding off grief.

In a nutshell, Jack had invited Susan on several dates, all of 
which she refused. Finally, she agreed to go with him to a formal 
Christmas dance at the Citadel. Much to her surprise, she 
thoroughly enjoyed herself. She liked the gala of a military 
ball, with all the pomp and ceremony. And, more importantly, she 
discovered that she liked Jack.

"He was thoughtful and intense," she had once told me. "Smart, 
and very focused. He knew what he wanted, and he was determined 
to have it. Luckily, he wanted _me_."

By February of 1958, she and Jack were an item. Shortly after her 
eighteenth birthday, in April, she found out she was pregnant 
(those were the days before the birth control pill, she 
explained). It didn't matter that she and Jack weren't married; 
she knew they were destined to be together. The day she told him 
she was pregnant, he proposed. Since Citadel men couldn't marry, 
they had to wait two weeks until he graduated and received his 
commission as an Ensign in the Navy. Three days after that, 
however, they were married.

"And the rest," Susan had recalled with a wistful grin, "is 
history."

-----

When I returned to my room with Trip in tow, Susan was 
reminiscing fondly. Not surprisingly, Kendall was caught up in 
the story.

"So that's how I ended up getting my first ride in a Navy plane," 
Susan finished with a laugh. "I don't know if Jack was more 
worried about _me_, or the mess in the plane and what his 
instructor would do when he found out," she added.

"Oh, bless your heart," Kendall said. "But Jack should've known 
better than to fly a loop with a pregnant woman in the plane."

"Probably," Susan agreed, "but I think he was having too much 
fun." With that, she smoothly turned and looked at me 
expectantly.

"Trip," I said, "this is my aunt, Susan. Susan, this is Trip."

Susan smiled warmly as they shook hands and exchanged 
pleasantries.

"Trip?" Susan asked. "Are you a third?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said. Then he drew himself up to his full 
height. "Franklin Davis Whitman, III, at your service."

"Please, call me Susan," she said.

"Of course... Susan," Trip said.

"'_Franklin_'?" I asked him. I guess I'd always thought that 
"Trip" was his given name.

He merely nodded.

"When Cary called you that... I mean, I thought you were _from_ 
Franklin."

"I _am_," he said, grinning. "Although my father never saw the 
irony in the name."

"Your father sounds like an interesting man," Susan said, 
smoothly diverting the conversation.

As we headed downstairs and then toward Kendall's apartment--so 
she could change clothes as well--Susan extracted the brief 
version of Trip's life story. When the subject turned to his home 
renovation business, however, he really became animated.

"Are you really gonna be Trip's partner next summer?" Kendall 
whispered.

"Probably," I said.

"I'm so proud of you," she gushed, hugging herself to my arm. 
Then she frowned.

"What?"

"If you do that, will you still come to camp?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said after a moment's thought.

For a split second, she looked upset. Then she glanced toward 
Trip and Susan. When she looked back, she hugged me again. 
Finally, she gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"Because I love you."

"I love you too," I said, a little bewildered.

-----

Kendall's parents had parked their Winnebago in the usual 
location, along with several other Chattanooga and Knoxville 
police officers' RVs. When we arrived, I introduced Trip to Adam, 
Melissa, and Drew. Then Kendall introduced Susan and Trip to her 
parents' friends.

While the women chatted, Drew, Trip, and I hung out by the grill 
with the rest of the men. Even though UT was a dry campus, the 
guys all had cups of beer (someone always brought a keg, although 
they discreetly kept it _inside_ one of the RVs). As long as 
everyone drank out of cups, no one was the wiser.

_Besides,_ I thought, _they're _cops_. Who's going to hassle them 
about having beer?_

"Exactly," Drew said, as if reading my mind. "Sometimes, it's 
_nice_ to be a cop's kid. Unfortunately, as my dad says, 'there 
are rules, and then there are _laws_.' Since none of us are 
nineteen, we get to drink Cokes instead. Can I get y'all some?"

Trip and I nodded.

"So," Trip said when Drew returned with the drinks, "Paul tells 
me you play football. Linebacker, right?"

Drew glanced at me and then nodded. "Do you play?" he asked Trip.

"Not anymore, but I played for six years--quarterback."

Drew's grin was feral. Then he laughed good-naturedly and clapped 
Trip on the shoulder. "Quarterback, huh?"

As they talked about football, I zoned out. After my early-
morning conversation with Susan, I was worried about Gina. I 
realized how utterly _alone_ she must have felt during our first 
weeks at school, and I felt guilty. So I was looking forward to 
seeing her before the game, if only to tell her that I missed 
her.

The game was scheduled to start at three o'clock, and as I 
checked my watch, the minutes seemed to drag by. Finally, around 
two thirty, Gina, Regan, and another girl arrived. They were 
dressed alike: white shorts and a Chi Omega t-shirt with the 
Greek letters in orange plaid.

Gina introduced the other girl as Margot. Like Regan, Margot was 
slim, blue-eyed, and blonde, with small, firm breasts and nice 
legs. Her face didn't have Regan's Nordic angles, but she was 
very pretty.

We made small talk for a minute or two, but as soon as I could, I 
pulled Gina aside. Regan and Margot were talking to Trip and 
Drew, and Kendall was talking to Susan--as well as keeping her 
distance from the sorority girls--so I don't think anyone saw 
Gina and me slip into the Paytons' Winnebago. I didn't want 
anyone to overhear us, either, so I ushered Gina into the RV's 
tiny bathroom.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"I just wanted to talk to you for a few minutes. Alone."

"Sure," she said with a nod. "But I can't stay long. We have to 
meet some of the other pledges in about fifteen minutes. I'm 
sorry, but--"

"That's cool," I said, interrupting her. "What are you doing 
after the game, though?"

"After the game? Why?"

"Because Susan wanted to take us to dinner, and I think you 
should be there... no, I _want_ you to be there. Afterward, we were 
probably going to spend the night in Susan's hotel room," I said. 
Then I pulled her into my arms. "We missed you last night. _I_ 
missed you last night."

"Oh, Paul," she said, "I wanted to be there, but I had to go to 
that dumb mixer."

I lifted my eyebrows in question.

"Regan and her boyfriend got back together last night," she 
explained. "So I had to fend off drunk Pikes all night, by 
myself."

I tried not to bristle, but Gina knew me too well.

"Don't worry," she said. "I may play around with Regan, but 
_you're_ the only guy I want in my life."

"Even though we haven't seen each other much lately?" I asked 
rhetorically. "We need to change that. You and Kendall are the 
most important people in the world to me; I don't want to lose 
you. And... well..."

"I miss you too," Gina said, echoing my thoughts.

As she tilted her head up, I lowered my own and our lips met. I 
pulled her body against mine and cupped her ass through her thin 
shorts. When we finally broke the kiss, we both grinned 
breathlessly.

"I'm supposed to go to this party tonight," she said, "but... I'll 
skip it if you want me to."

"Will you get in trouble?" I asked.

"Regan probably won't be happy," she said with a shrug. "But 
Rod's got her totally wrapped around his finger, so she probably 
won't even notice. And my big sister-- oh my God, have I told you 
about her yet?" When I shook my head, she continued. "You'll like 
her. Her name's Jessica Roedeffer. She's really cool. Anyway, 
I'll tell Jessica that I can't come to the party, and she'll 
cover for me."

"Good," I said, "because I really want you with _us_ tonight."

"Oh?"

"Mmm hmm," I said as I lowered my lips to hers. When we broke the 
kiss, I turned her around to face the bathroom's small mirror. 
Then I hugged her from behind and pressed the lump of my erection 
into her ass. "I think you're going to like the cock ring," I 
whispered, my lips close to her ear.

She sighed and closed her eyes as I nuzzled her ear and neck.

When she practically melted into my arms, I ran my hands along 
her trim stomach. Then I popped the button on her shorts. She 
whimpered softly as my hand slid under the waistband of her 
panties. My fingers found her smooth slit and I gently teased the 
base of her clit.

"Oh, God," she moaned softly, "you make me so hot."

"Good," I said. Then, in a husky whisper, I described the cock 
ring's effects.

She moaned again as I told her how hard I came when I _did_ 
finally climax. Then she suddenly turned and reached for my belt. 
After she extracted my burgeoning manhood, she knelt in front of 
me.

When she wrapped her lips around my glans, I had to steady myself 
with a hand on the wall. Just as she began sucking in earnest, 
however, someone knocked on the door.

Gina didn't stop sucking.

"Occupied," I said to whoever was on the other side of the door.

"Paul?" Kendall called softly.

"Yes," I said, trying to modulate my voice so she wouldn't 
realize I was getting a blowjob. I don't know why I didn't want 
Kendall to know that Gina and I were fooling around at the 
moment, but I didn't.

"Regan's asking about Gina," Kendall said.

_So Kendall knows Gina's in here after all,_ I thought. _No 
wonder she doesn't sound all that happy._ "Okay," I said at last. 
Then I gritted my teeth in frustration; Gina's lips and tongue 
felt _incredibly_ good. "Tell her we'll be right out," I said.

"Okay," Kendall said.

I was tempted to let my dick do the thinking, but I knew that 
would only cause more problems than the one it would solve. Gina 
had heard the message as well, but she didn't want to stop any 
more than I did. Unfortunately, we both knew we'd have to. All 
too soon, she let my erection slip from her lips. Then she kissed 
the tip and smiled up at me.

"To be continued," she said softly.

I nodded and then helped her to her feet. As I tucked my saliva-
slick manhood into my shorts, she re-buttoned her own shorts. 
Then we made sure we were presentable.

"I'm really looking forward to spending time with _you_ tonight," 
she said as she glided into my arms. "Susan and Kendall are just 
icing on the cake."

"And if you're lucky," I said with a roguish grin, "they'll be 
icing on the _cock_ too." Then I lowered my lips to hers. Our 
kiss was tender, but passionate and full of promise.

"I'll meet you back here after the game," she said. "Okay?"

I nodded.

We kissed again, neither of us wanting the moment to end.

Ultimately, however, it did. I opened the bathroom door and we 
stepped into the RVs narrow aisle.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too."

-----

Susan stayed with the Paytons and their friends and listened to 
the game on the radio. Abby arrived about fifteen minutes before 
the game started--she, Kendall, Trip, Drew, and I watched the 
game from the stadium. The game was hard-fought, but UT beat 
Auburn, 10-7. As we made our way back to the RVs, the slow-moving 
crowd was rowdy and jubilant.

Once we got to the Winnebago, we discovered that the Paytons and 
their friends were in high spirits as well. Most of them were 
feeling no pain, including Adam and Melissa. Susan had a beer in 
her hand, but she seemed entirely sober.

At the game, Drew had met up with some of his friends from high 
school (guys my age who were students at UT). They had invited 
him to a party at the SAE house, and he took off as soon as he 
told his parents where he was going.

Trip knew that we had plans with Susan, so he offered to walk 
Abby back to her apartment. After they said goodbye to Susan, 
they thanked Adam and Melissa for the hospitality. Then they 
headed out.

At that point, I started checking the time and praying that Gina 
would show up. I didn't want Regan to derail our plans in a fit 
of pique, for my own sake as well as Gina's. When I looked up 
after checking my watch for the fifth or sixth time, Kendall 
frowned.

"She's not coming," she said softly, her tone full of reproach. 
"She's going to do something with her sorority friends." She 
didn't need to say "again"; I heard it in her tone.

"She'll be here," I said, with as much optimism as I could 
muster.

"We'll see."

When my eyes narrowed, Kendall let the subject drop.

Unfortunately, I began to worry that she might be right. Every 
time I saw a black-haired girl, I looked to see if she was Gina. 
After twenty minutes, I was ready to give up. Kendall hadn't said 
anything else, but her silence spoke volumes.

Suddenly, however, someone covered my eyes from behind.

"Surprise," Gina said brightly.

In a flash, I turned and swept her into my arms.

"Sorry I'm late," she said. "I had to find Jessica to tell her I 
wasn't going to be at the party tonight."

"Is everything cool?" I asked.

"Regan's not happy, but that's too bad. She's not my boyfriend," 
she said. Then she leaned close. "And she's not my girlfriend, 
either," she added with a glance at Kendall.

"Are we ready to go?" Susan asked a moment later. "I'm starving."

"I thought Adam and the other guys grilled steaks," I said as I 
set Gina back on her own feet.

"Oh, they did," Susan said. "But I knew we'd be having dinner 
later, so I didn't eat much."

"Oh, okay."

"So, let's thank them for their hospitality and head out."

I nodded.

Goodbyes took longer than I wanted, but we needed to be polite. I 
was still horny from my interrupted blowjob before the game, and 
I couldn't wait to get back to Susan's hotel.

After a football game--especially a game when UT won--the streets 
and sidewalks around campus teemed with revelers. People honked 
their car horns; they shouted and whooped; they raved about the 
game to anyone who would listen; and they generally celebrated.

To make matters worse, we had to contend with the World's Fair 
construction site. (A couple of powerful bankers and a group of 
local businessmen had somehow convinced the powers-that-be to 
hold the 1982 World's Fair in Knoxville. The construction site 
was massive--not to mention incredibly interesting, especially 
for an architecture student. Knoxville wasn't exactly a big city, 
but it certainly had lofty goals.)

It seemed like every square foot of real estate from Neyland 
Stadium to the Radisson was under construction. Consequently, the 
walk took about thirty minutes. When we finally arrived, Susan 
suggested that we simply eat dinner at the hotel's restaurant.

Once again, I ate more than I wanted to. It felt good not to 
count every bite, but I knew I'd pay for it sooner or later.

"What do you all want to do tonight?" Susan asked with a bit too 
much innocence.

Gina and I merely grinned at each other. Then she reached for my 
hand under the table. Not to be left out, Kendall did the same.

"Paul said you had champagne last night," Gina said. "Can we do 
that again?" she asked.

"Sounds good to me," Susan said.

With that, Susan paid the check and we headed upstairs. Once 
there, she ordered several bottles of champagne from room 
service. When she hung up the phone, she picked up Gina's gift-
wrapped boxes.

I was pretty sure I knew what was in them. After all, they were 
the same size as Kendall's presents.

"These are for you," Susan said as she handed the boxes to Gina. 
"Happy first month at college... or something like that."

"Oh, you shouldn't have," Gina said as her eyes lit up.

"Nonsense," Susan said. Then, "Open the large one first."

"Thank you very much," Gina said. Then she carefully unwrapped 
the bigger box. Predictably, the top was stamped with the 
Christian Dior logo.

"I got it in New York," Susan explained when Gina held up the 
dress. "I wanted to give it to you for graduation, but I decided 
to wait until I could give Kendall hers as well."

Unlike Kendall's silver dress, Gina's was black. And where 
Kendall's was snug and form-fitting, Gina's was slinky and 
backless. It was also gauzy enough that it would cling to her 
curves when she moved.

"Oh, wow," Gina said when she looked down at the open box, "a 
matching purse. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Susan said. Then she grinned in anticipation. 
"Open the other box."

When Gina did, she smiled graciously and held up a pair of black 
silk shoes.

"Do you want to try on the dress?" I asked her. I could already 
imagine her wearing it, and I felt my penis stir in response. 
"Why don't you put yours on too," I suggested to Kendall.

Before either girl moved, however, someone knocked on the door.

"Would you mind getting that, Paul?" Susan asked. Then she 
reached for her purse. She extracted a five-dollar bill and 
handed it to me. "This is for the waiter," she said.

After he left, Gina slipped out of her clothes and into the black 
dress. A moment later, I helped Kendall with the zipper on her 
sheath-like silver dress.

The girls looked stunning.  Gina's dress swooshed as she moved, 
revealing and then hiding her figure. After I simply gawked for 
several seconds, Susan suggested that I open the champagne and 
make a toast. I poured four glasses and then cleared my throat. 
Unfortunately, I didn't know what to say.

"Okay," I said at last. "I'd like to make a toast... to me."

Susan arched an eyebrow.

Kendall merely looked a little surprised.

Gina, however, seemed to know what I was going to say, and she 
smiled indulgently.

"Yes, that's right," I said, "a toast to _me_. After all, I'm the 
luckiest guy in the world. I have three beautiful women in my 
life," I added, lifting my glass to each of them. "You're smart, 
you're sexy, and you love me. I don't know what I did to deserve 
each of you, but I'm gonna try to figure it out... so I can keep 
doing it."

"Just keep being yourself," Susan said softly. "Cheers."

We clinked our glasses and drank. Then I picked up the bottle and 
we moved to the sitting area. We were all feeling horny, so our 
conversation quickly turned to sex. A few minutes later, Gina and 
Kendall shed their dresses (at my suggestion, of course).

When we started to fool around, I made sure to pay special 
attention to Gina, even though I could tell that Kendall was a 
little miffed. Fortunately, Susan came to my rescue and 
distracted her.

As Susan played with Kendall's pussy, Gina and I moved to the 
bed. I showed her how to put on the cock ring and she sucked me 
to erection. Then I pulled her into a sixty-nine and teased her 
pussy until she was practically dripping. When her moaning grew 
more insistent, I rolled her onto her back. She spread her legs 
and her dark labia parted to reveal her pink inner folds.

As I entered her, she gazed into my eyes, her expression eager 
and full of desire. For thirty minutes, we fucked each other in a 
dozen different positions: missionary, doggie, her on top, on our 
sides, and more. She sucked me; I licked her; we went at it like 
long-lost lovers (which, in a way, we were). She came at least 
three times, but the cock ring and my own control held back my 
orgasm.

Finally, I straddled her chest and stroked myself. With a hungry 
moan, she wrapped her lips around my glans. My orgasm built 
slowly and then surged like a tidal wave. I squirted so much come 
that Gina had to swallow twice. In spite of that, pearly rivulets 
ran down her cheeks. When I sat back on my haunches, she gathered 
the escaped semen and licked her fingers clean.

Afterward, we held each other and caught our breath. As we did, 
we watched Susan and Kendall. The two women were in a sixty-nine 
on the couch, with Susan on the bottom. As she licked and sucked 
Kendall's clit, she thrust two fingers into the younger woman's 
pussy.

When Kendall climaxed, she shuddered and almost fell off the 
couch. As soon as Gina saw Kendall's predicament, she gave me a 
quick kiss and then practically leapt off the bed. Gina lowered 
Kendall to the floor and held her, gently brushing her damp hair 
away from her face.

As I watched the two of them together, I began to wonder how much 
Gina really cared for the other girl. When Susan and I had our 
talk, I simply assumed that _both_ girls cared more for me than 
for each other. Watching Gina with Kendall, however, I realized 
that I was wrong.

Gina was _in love_ with me, but she clearly loved Kendall as 
well. Unfortunately, I don't think her love was reciprocated. 
Kendall _liked_ Gina, and she certainly had fun with the darker 
girl, but I don't think her feelings went any deeper than that.

_Why can't people be simple?_ I silently lamented. _In a perfect 
world, I'd love both girls, they'd love me, _and_ they'd love 
each other. But that's not how the real world works,_ I told 
myself with a sigh.

Several minutes later, when Gina and Kendall went to the bathroom 
together, Susan glanced at me.

"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" she asked, 
observant as ever.

"Probably," I said. "But I don't want to talk about it. Okay?"

She nodded. Then she moved to the bed and settled beside me, her 
head resting on my chest. "I wish I could tell you what to do," 
she said softly, "but I'm afraid you're going to have to work 
through this on your own."

I nodded, still deep in thought.

"I hate to see you going through this, but..." When I didn't 
respond, she realized that I wasn't in the mood to be drawn out, 
so she grew quiet. Instead, she simply reassured me with her 
presence. Unfortunately, she couldn't do anything more than that. 
We both knew she was right, I _would_ have to work through this 
on my own.

_Although I have _no_ idea how,_ I thought morosely.

"Do you want to talk about it when the girls come out of the 
bathroom?" Susan asked softly.

I shook my head.

"Well," she said, glancing up at me, "we'd better take your mind 
off it if you don't want to talk about it."

I looked a question at her.

"Kendall's bound to figure out you're in a pensive mood," she 
said. "And Gina's pretty observant too. So..."

I reluctantly nodded in agreement.

"I think I know how to take your mind off your troubles," she 
said with a half-wry, half-compassionate smile.

"I'm sure you do," I said, speaking for the first time in several 
minutes.

When the girls emerged from the bathroom, Susan was gently 
sucking my dick back to life.

_I'm in the doldrums and Susan solves the problem with a 
blowjob,_ I thought, although that wasn't really her solution. It 
was simply a diversion. I knew as well as she did that Kendall 
was bound to pick up on my mood. And since I wasn't ready to 
discuss my poorly defined misgivings about our three-way 
relationship, I relaxed and tried to enjoy myself. Then I grinned 
at the absurdity of the situation.

"What's so funny?" Gina asked, upon seeing my expression.

"Nothing," I said, pasting on my warmest smile. "I was just 
thinking how lucky I am. Again."

With that, I gestured for the girls to join us on the bed. Gina 
crawled between my legs to join Susan, but I motioned for Kendall 
to kneel beside me.

"Are you having fun?" I whispered to her.

After a moment, she nodded.

"Good. 'Cause you're one of the most important people in the 
world, as far as I'm concerned."

"One of," she muttered.

"One of," I said firmly. "But you're tied for first."

"So? It's a three-way tie."

I shook my head. When she arched her eyebrows, I explained. "I 
love Susan, yes. But I'm _in love_ with you and Gina." Then I 
pulled her close. "Susan was my first lover, and she's still my 
friend. But you're my girlfriend."

"I'm not your only girlfriend, though."

"I've only ever had _two_." _Three, counting Amy_, I mentally 
corrected, although I didn't think it was the right time to 
quibble over details.

Kendall nodded.

Instead of saying anything else, I pulled her close and kissed 
her. As our kiss heated up, she heated up as well. I was 
shamelessly playing on her body's reactions, but I wasn't the 
least bit sorry.

My life had turned into a series of balancing acts. I loved both 
girls, but our relationship was becoming more and more 
complicated. With an act of will, however, I shoved those 
thoughts out of my mind and simply concentrated on sucking 
Kendall's nipples.

Soon, she was panting and grinding her pussy against me. Between 
my legs, Susan and Gina were taking turns sucking me, but I 
focused on Kendall and her breasts.

_My life may be complicated, but at least the sex is good,_ I 
thought with a breast-muffled chuckle.

-----

When we finally decided to go to sleep, it was well after one in 
the morning. We were all exhausted, but thoroughly sated. I had 
come four times, and I'd lost track of how many orgasms the women 
had. The three bottles of champagne were empty and the room 
looked like it had been ravaged by a tornado.

With Kendall snuggled behind me, I wrapped my arms around Gina. 
Susan turned out the bedside light and settled into her pillow on 
the other side of Gina.

Sometime during the night, I awoke. I didn't have to go to the 
bathroom, so I wondered what had woken me up. Then I figured it 
out. Kendall shifted--again--and elbowed me in the back. Finally, 
however, she rolled toward the edge of the bed (but not before 
bumping me again).

Gina, on the other hand, was still nestled in my arms. I could 
tell by her breathing that she had been jostled awake as well. 
When I cupped her breast, her nipple hardened. Once she realized 
I was awake, she reached for my dick.

After gently stroking me for several minutes, she reached between 
her legs and guided the tip of my erection to her opening. We 
made love quietly, tenderly. Neither of us moved much--we didn't 
want to disturb Susan or Kendall--but we didn't need to.

Finally, I buried myself as deep as I could and erupted inside 
her. Afterward, she kissed my hand and sighed softly. Then, with 
my slowly shrinking erection still buried inside her, we drifted 
back to sleep.

-----

When I woke up again, I _did_ have to go to the bathroom. After 
relieving my bladder, I crawled back into bed and fell asleep 
within minutes.

Later, after we all got up and moving, we ordered brunch from 
room service. The women disappeared into the bathroom while I 
slipped on my shorts and admitted the waiter and his food-laden 
cart. I tipped him and then knocked on the bathroom door when he 
left.

Both Kendall and Gina were in a good mood, so I thoroughly 
enjoyed the meal (including Susan's teasing, thank you very 
much). I ate too much, of course, but I'd already decided to 
double my workouts for the next couple of weeks.

When we finished eating, we took showers and then helped Susan 
repack her belongings. Her flight left at twelve twenty, so we 
had to leave the hotel by eleven fifteen.

Raymond was waiting for us downstairs, and directed the bellman 
as he loaded the luggage into the limo's trunk. Kendall and Gina 
also had their dress boxes, but we put them in the limo's 
passenger compartment (along with my backpack with our clothes 
and things from the day before).

During the drive to the airport, we chatted about all sorts of 
things. Once again, the mood was light and fun, in spite of 
Susan's impending departure. I think she was making an effort to 
_keep_ the conversation light, and I silently thanked her for 
that.

After a half-hour's ride, we reached the airport's Departures 
ramp. When Raymond came to a stop in front of the airline's 
baggage kiosk, I opened the limo door and helped the women out. 
Susan handed her ticket to the porter as Raymond unloaded the 
luggage. Finally, Raymond told us where he'd be parked, for when 
we were ready to return to campus.

In the waiting area at the gate, while Kendall and Gina were in 
the bathroom, Susan handed me two fifty-dollar bills.

"What's this for?" I asked.

"It's Raymond's tip," she said.

"_A hundred dollars?!_"

She nodded calmly. "He gave us good service and he was on call 
most of the weekend."

"Jeez."

"When you give it to him, be discreet," Susan said, ignoring my 
astonished remark. "Fold it like this," she added, demonstrating, 
"and hold it in the palm of your hand, like this."

I nodded, still a little dumbfounded. _And I thought I could pay 
for the whole _weekend_ with a hundred dollars,_ I thought. _Boy, 
do _I_ have a lot to learn!_

"Whatever you do," Susan said, "_don't_ give it to him in a 
handshake. It's okay to shake his hand, but this is a tip, not a 
bribe. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Good," she said. Then she stepped close. "I'm glad I got to see 
you this weekend. I had fun."

"Me too," I said.

"Call me--collect--if you ever want to talk."

"I will."

"Take care of yourself, too. You look too thin."

I snorted. In my opinion, I needed to _lose_ a few pounds.

"Take care of Gina and Kendall as well," she said. "Gina relies 
on you; you're a good influence on her. Kendall is more self-
contained."

I nodded.

"And finally," she said as we spotted Kendall and Gina walking 
toward us, "I love you."

"I love you too."

"I'm proud of you, too," she said.

I felt my face heating.

"And," she added with a whimsical chuckle, "Gina and Kendall are 
lucky I'm not eighteen."

"No kidding," Gina said as she and Kendall joined us. Then she 
turned to the taller girl. "Can you imagine sharing him with 
_two_ other women?"

Kendall's eyes hardened momentarily but then she smiled and shook 
her head.

Fortunately, the rest of the conversation was as good-natured as 
the conversation in the limo had been.

When the gate agent announced boarding for first class 
passengers, Susan gave us each a hug. She gave me a chaste kiss 
on the cheek, but I could sense the deep affection in her 
embrace. When she pulled back, her eyes spoke the words her lips 
couldn't. I nodded in understanding and then she hugged me again.

"I'll miss you," she said softly.

"Me too," I whispered.

After another kiss, we separated and she shouldered her carry-on 
bag.

"Well," she said to us, "this is it. Thank you for having me. You 
can call me anytime, collect of course." Then she gave us a stern 
look. "And call your mothers."

Kendall, Gina, and I answered at the same time, and then grinned 
at each other.

"Take care," Susan said.

"You too," I said.

After three more quick hugs, she turned and headed toward the 
gate agent. Once she presented her boarding pass, she turned and 
waved a final time. Then she walked down the jetway and was gone.

-----

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