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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
Part: Chapter 19
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: MF, teen, oral
Revision: 1.02
Word Count: 12,337
Web Site: http://www.nickscipio.com/summercamp/book3/
FTP Site: ftp://ftp.nickscipio.com/summercamp/book3/
Discussion Forum: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Scipio_Forum/

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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 
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Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER NINETEEN

When our report cards arrived, Gina called me before I even 
realized that the mail had been delivered.

"I made the Dean's List, Paul!" she gushed.

"Congratulations," I said.

"I got an A- in Chemistry, bummer, but the rest were straight As. 
So, what did you get?"

"Hold on a second," I said. I covered the mouthpiece as I yelled 
for Mom, asking her where she'd put the mail. She hadn't gotten 
it from the mailbox yet, so I told Gina to hold on. Then I set 
down the receiver and dashed to the end of the driveway. I 
returned, winded, holding the mail. Mom and Erin gathered at my 
elbow as I cradled the phone to my ear and tore into the official 
UT envelope. In nervous silence, I scanned the computer-printed 
card. "Straight As," I finally said, pride swelling my chest.

"_Congratulations_," Gina, Mom, and Erin said simultaneously.

Gina and I talked for a few more minutes, both of us excited by 
our grades. When we said goodbye, I immediately called Kendall to 
tell her the good news.

"Congratulations," she said, albeit a little half-heartedly.

"What's the matter?" I asked. Then, "You got a C in O. Chem., 
right?"

"Yes."
 
"So? That's still good enough for the Dean's List." We'd done the 
math, and she could get a D and still make the Dean's List.

"But I also got a _B-_ in French," she said miserably.

I did some quick math in my head. Her unexpected B- had dropped 
her semester GPA just enough to miss the 3.5 required for the 
Dean's List. "Oh, Kendall," I said at last, "I'm so sorry."

"I'm sure my term paper and final exam dragged me down," she 
said. "I was borderline anyway. I _hate_ French. I'm never going 
to use it, so why do they even require a foreign language in the 
first place? I should've taken Latin instead."

"Why _did_ you take French instead of Latin?" I asked.

"I thought it'd be romantic," she scoffed. "Some romance! Stupid 
language."

I commiserated with her for a few minutes, but then I turned the 
conversation to a more positive subject: her trip to Atlanta. She 
was as excited as I was, and we talked for another twenty minutes 
about what we wanted to do while she was in town.

When we said goodbye, she was still a little upset about her 
grades, but she was in a much better mood than when I first 
called. And from the sound of things, I was in for a fun weekend.

-----

That night, I spent the night with Gina. When we got up the next 
morning, I helped her pack. She was excited about the trip with 
Regan and her other sorority sisters. Leah was a bit jealous, but 
she wasn't huffy about it.

"Sororities do stuff like this all the time," Gina told her. "You 
can join one when you go to college."

"Do you think I'd get in?" Leah asked.

Gina grinned at me slyly and then turned to her younger sister. 
"I think you'd make a great Chi O."

"What are some other good sororities?" Leah asked.

"Alpha Delta Pi is good," Gina said. "So is Kappa Delta. I almost 
joined the Tri-Delts, Delta Delta Delta, but..."

As the girls talked about sororities, I simply listened. Gina and 
Leah might have their sisterly spats, but they did love each 
other. And Gina was doing her level best to improve Leah's self-
confidence.

When Gina finished packing, I loaded her things into her mother's 
station wagon. Leah wanted to drive, but she wasn't allowed on 
the interstate yet, so Elizabeth drove us instead.

At the departure gate, Gina ran toward the group of her friends. 
Then she introduced her mother and sister to her sorority 
sisters. Regan, Margot, and Jessica remembered me, of course, but 
Hayley greeted me as if for the first time.

_Strike four, Hayley?_ I mused silently, suppressing a grimace.

Even though I was Gina's boyfriend, Hayley gave me an appraising 
look. Gina's eyes hardened, but when I didn't react to the 
unspoken offer, she seemed to relax.

As we waited for the flight to begin boarding, the girls talked 
to each other. Leah joined in, thrilled by the chance to talk 
with college girls. Elizabeth, Jessica, and I sat apart, talking 
about hotels.

Finally, the gate agent called for boarding to begin. I hugged 
Gina a final time and then watched as the gaggle of girls walked 
down the jetway.

Elizabeth, Leah, and I waited until the plane pushed back from 
the gate and then headed out to the car.

"Mom?" Leah asked. "Can I drive home? Please?"

Elizabeth glanced at me sidelong.

Leah was trying to appear grown up, which hadn't escaped her 
mother's notice.

"Oh," Elizabeth mused, "I think you're probably ready to conquer 
the Perimeter."

Leah practically jumped for joy.

Her mother flashed me a knowing smile.

I chuckled to myself. In the jaded way that only an eighteen-
year-old can manage, I watched Leah and realized that I'd once 
been that young, too.

-----

That evening, the phone rang and I answered it. It was my dad; he 
was in Cincinnati. Another flight--from Atlanta to New York City-
-had a malfunction, he explained, and the plane was grounded. To 
make matters worse, the flight crew had gone illegal before the 
plane could be repaired.

(As a safety measure, the FAA regulates the amount of time that 
any aircrew can fly. If the pilots or crew go over that time, 
it's illegal for them to work. The airlines go to great lengths 
to schedule their crews so they don't "go illegal" before they 
begin their flights.)

With the grounded plane and illegal crew, the company had to 
scramble to find replacements. By some quirk of aircrew 
scheduling, the company had decided that the quickest solution 
was for my dad's crew to deadhead from Cincinnati to Atlanta and 
fly a rescheduled flight to New York City.

"But once we get there," he said, "we'll be illegal ourselves, 
especially with the air traffic controllers' strike."

"I guess I'm lucky," I said. "Since I usually fly to uncontrolled 
fields, the strike isn't a big deal for me."

"No kidding. It took us more than two _hours_ to get a landing 
slot the last time I flew into O'Hare," Dad said. "We spent the 
entire time circling over the lake. They had us stacked up every 
thousand feet, for miles. I swear, son, I've never seen so much 
commercial traffic in one place. Outside of an airport, I mean."

"That sucks," I said.

"No fucking kidding," he griped. "The controllers wanted more pay 
for less work? Hell, son, _I'd_ like to get paid more for flying 
less. And they complain about _their_ stressful jobs? Try being a 
_pilot_ sometime, guys. Ah, fuck 'em all. Reagan was right to 
fire 'em."

I was a little shocked by my father's anger, since he was 
normally an easy-going guy.

"I'm sorry, son," he said at my silence. "I didn't wanna talk 
about the strike, but it's endangering passengers' lives and it's 
making my life more stressful. Besides, since the airlines have 
cut the number of flights, I'm not making-- Sorry, there I go 
again," he said apologetically.

"That's okay, Dad," I said at last.

At that point, he took a deep breath. A moment later, calmer, he 
finished explaining the situation with the flight to New York. 
Airline scheduling is arcane, at best, but the end result was 
that my father and his crew would have a two-day layover in New 
York City.

"So I thought you, Erin, and your mom could come to New York," 
Dad said. "I can trade trips with one of the First Officers 
already there, and I think I can swing it so I've got the whole 
weekend before I have to work again."

"I'd love to, Dad," I said, "but Kendall's coming in for the 
weekend, so..."

"Ah...," he said knowingly.

"Um... yeah."

"Well, then," he said, "let me see if I can entice your mom and 
Erin into a little Christmas shopping on Fifth Avenue."

"I don't think you'll have to twist their arms," I said 
laconically.

"I think you're right, son," he said with a laugh.

"Hold on," I said. "Lemme get Mom."

When my mom got on the phone, she listened for a minute. Then her 
eyes lit up.

"What?" Erin asked, sensing Mom's excitement.

"Saks?" Mom asked Dad. "Tiffany? Harry Winston?" When Dad said 
something, Mom smiled knowingly. "Oh, don't worry, I'll make it 
worth your while."

"_What?!_" Erin asked impatiently.

I explained the situation, along with Dad's offer.

"New York?" Erin whispered to herself. Then she looked up, her 
eyes aglow.

"I'll call and get on the stand-by list," Mom was saying to Dad. 
Then they discussed where they were going to meet once in the 
city. Finally, "Okay. I love you too. Bye-bye."

"Are we really going shopping in New York?" Erin asked.

Mom nodded.

"Cool."

"You don't mind staying here?" Mom asked me after Erin ran to her 
room to begin packing.

I shook my head.

"Are you sure? We could get a ticket for Kendall, if you want to 
go."

It was tempting, but I didn't think Kendall was ready to get on a 
plane, even if it involved Christmas shopping in New York City.

To my surprise, Mom grinned when I shook my head.

"What?" I asked.

"You and Kendall will have the house to yourselves," she said.

"I hadn't thought about _that_," I admitted. Then, as I imagined 
the possibilities, I smiled.

-----

Thursday afternoon, I called Kendall to let her know I was on my 
way. The drive to Chattanooga was uneventful, but when I got to 
her house, there was a dark blue Ford Crown Victoria in her 
driveway. I'd never seen it before.

For a moment, I grew anxious, but then I shook off the feeling 
and went to the front door. To my surprise, Kendall's father 
opened it. He was wearing a coat and tie, obviously his work 
clothes.

"Hello, Paul," he said, his voice deep and even.

"Um... hi, Adam," I said, trying not to sound as nervous as I was.

"C'mon in. Kendall's almost ready."

Inside, I saw another man--also in a sport coat.

He stared at me, his eyes hard and flat.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," Adam said, "everything's fine. This is my partner, 
Detective Dahlgren," he explained without elaborating.

The hair on the back of my neck stood up.

Adam turned back to me and said, "Maybe we should step outside 
after all." Then he grabbed his trench coat and gestured toward 
the front door.

As he put on his coat, I couldn't help but notice the holstered 
pistol beneath his left arm. He looked just like the cops in the 
movies, only bigger. When he shut the front door, he strolled 
toward my Jeep. He tried to look nonchalant, but I'd spent too 
many years as a wrestler not to notice the controlled tension in 
his shoulders.

"If Kendall knew we were having this discussion," he began, "I'd 
never hear the end of it. So let's just keep this between us 
men."

I nodded, my mouth going dry.

"It's time for you and me to have a talk."

"Um... sure."

"Are you sleeping with my daughter?" he asked bluntly.

At that point, I wondered how much it would hurt when he killed 
me.

He regarded me levelly, studying my emotions, his eyes flinty.

Even though the weather was windy and cold, I broke out in a 
sweat. My heart thudded in my ears. Then I swallowed hard and 
tried to get my emotions under control. Any minute now, he was 
going to...

"Relax, son," he said, his voice softening. "Just breathe."

My nostrils flared and I nodded jerkily.

"Are you sleeping with my daughter?" he asked again, a moment 
later.

If I told him the _truth_, he'd kill me. But if I lied to him, 
he'd know the lie for what it was, which meant that he'd kill me. 
Either way, I was dead. But I had to tell him _something_. I 
finally decided that if I were going to die, I wanted to die like 
a man. _Polonius was a pompous windbag_, I thought peevishly. 
"Yes, sir," I answered at last. Then I waited for the axe to 
fall.

"Keep breathing, son," Adam said, his voice oddly soothing. "I 
don't wanna have to explain why you passed out and cracked your 
skull." When I took a deep, jagged breath, he continued. "I 
didn't think you'd tell me the truth so quickly," he said 
absently. Then, "Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you."

"You're not?" I tried not to sound amazed, but I don't think I 
succeeded.

"Of course not," he scoffed. "I'm just surprised that you came 
clean so fast."

"What would you have done if I'd lied?" I asked.

"I would've put the fear of God in you," he said frankly. 
"Believe me, I've spent the last ten years intimidating murder 
suspects," he explained. "And don't take this the wrong way, son, 
but you'd've been a pushover."

I started to bristle with foolish machismo.

"I said relax, son. There's nothing wrong with being scared. I 
know a thing or two about fear, and it's a healthy reaction. But 
that's neither here nor there. Right now, we need to come to an 
agreement."

"An agreement?"

"Son," he said, looking me in the eye, "my little girl hasn't 
been 'little' since she was fourteen. I've known that all along, 
but she's still my little girl. She always will be."

I nodded, my blood still singing with adrenaline.

"So you and me need to come to an agreement. And it's all about 
trust, son. If you were willing to face me down and tell the 
truth, then I guess you're a stand-up guy. Part of me doesn't 
really like it, but I don't have a choice, now do I? So I guess I 
have to trust you with my daughter," he said.

"Trust me with your daughter?" I repeated, a little--no, a _lot_-
-confused. "Whaddyou...? I mean, why...? Um... I don't understand."

"I told you, it's all about trust. And I wanted to see how you'd 
react when I confronted you. If I can't trust you to be a man and 
do what's right, then how can I trust you to treat my daughter 
right? I expected you to come clean... eventually. But you 
surprised me. I thought I'd have to grill you longer."

"So this was some kind of interrogation?"

To my surprise, he laughed humorlessly. "I guess it was," he said 
at last.

"Why?"

"Son, I've known that you and Kendall were sleeping together for 
a couple of years."

"You have?" I rasped.

"Of course I have," he said. "I'm not blind. I'm not stupid, 
either."

"I didn't--"

"Relax. I said I wasn't going to hurt you," he said. Then, "You 
want to know why I haven't done anything, if I've known all along 
that you were sleeping with my daughter, right?"

I swallowed hard and then nodded.

"In my line of work, it's best not to let on what you know and 
what you don't. I'm no Colombo, but I'm pretty good at it. I knew 
you two were... you know," he said. "But she seemed happier than 
ever, so I let it slide. Besides, I knew it was going to happen 
someday."

"But why ask now?" I asked after a moment.

"Well, to hear Kendall talk, you two seem to be getting pretty 
serious. So I figured it was high time that you and me had a chat 
about your future."

"My... future?"

"Uh-huh," he said. "She's a woman, and I know that. Women have... 
needs. I know that too. But you and me need to get one thing 
straight: as long as you treat her right, I'll let you live."

I laughed nervously.

"I'm not kidding," he said flatly.

"But..."

"Don't worry, this isn't a shotgun wedding or anything. I know 
you two have a ways to go before anyone mentions marriage, but I 
wanted to make sure you understood your responsibilities."

"Responsibilities?" _Marriage?!_

"Responsibilities," he said simply. "You're a good kid, and I 
like you, but she's still my daughter."

"Yes, sir."

"So you take care of her. And don't do anything stupid like get 
her pregnant. She's got big plans, and I want to see her 
accomplish them."

I nodded.

"If you end up as my son-in-law... I'd like that. If not... you're 
still a lucky little punk," he said, smiling for the first time 
since I arrived. Then he turned serious again. "One final word," 
he said. When I nodded, he continued. "Kendall never finds out we 
had this conversation. As far as she's concerned, I don't know a 
thing about you two sleeping together. Are we clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. And you don't have to call me sir." At my confused look, 
he laughed. "Relax, son. You're wound tight as a drum."

"Yes, si-- I mean, yes."

"Now," he said with a nod, "let's go back inside before Kendall 
figures out what we're up to."

I nodded, my skin tingling as my system purged the adrenaline. As 
soon as Adam and I stepped inside, Kendall came out of the 
kitchen, alerted by the sound of the front door. The man in the 
sport coat emerged behind her. At some unseen signal from Adam, 
the man's attitude changed.

Then Adam looked back at me as he took off his trench coat. "Have 
you thought about putting a winch on the Jeep?" he asked 
conversationally.

I had _no_ idea what he was talking about.

"It'd be good for gettin' out of trouble," he continued. "I mean, 
sometimes four-wheel drive isn't enough." Then he looked at me 
expectantly.

"I hadn't really thought about it," I muttered.

"I was thinkin' about putting a winch on the Scout," he said. 
"But I haven't had the time to do it."

"Have you two been doing some 'male bonding,' Daddy? Is that why 
you had Uncle Lou running interference?" Kendall asked. Then she 
flashed me an apologetic look and rolled her eyes good-naturedly.

"That's what men do, baby doll," Adam boomed. Then he clapped me 
on the shoulder. "Paul understands what being a man is about. 
Don't you, son?"

I caught his meaning, even if Kendall didn't, so I nodded.

"Oh, Daddy," Kendall said indulgently, smiling.

I was shocked by how effortlessly Adam changed from hardnosed cop 
to genial father. He was a surprisingly good actor.

_Note to self: Don't underestimate Adam._

_Second note to self: Don't underestimate Adam. Ever. Really. I 
mean it._

"C'mon, Paul," he said. "I want you to meet Lou Dahlgren, my 
partner."

When Adam formally introduced us, Lou and I shook hands. He 
squeezed, and I tightened my grip in reply--hard, but not 
challenging.

"So," he said, smiling benevolently, "you're the guy who stole 
little Kendall's heart."

"Uncle _Lou_," Kendall said, her cheeks coloring.

Lou and I exchanged a few pleasantries, but I got the impression 
that he was a man of few words.

"C'mon," Adam said at last, to me. "I'll help you load Kendall's 
things. She's just like her mother; she doesn't know how to pack 
light."

_I have truly stepped beyond the Looking Glass_, I thought. Then 
I schooled my expression and reached for Kendall's suitcase.

-----

"What were you and my father _really_ talking about?" Kendall 
asked as soon as we pulled out of her driveway.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I said, still a little 
shell-shocked.

"He doesn't know that we'll have your house to ourselves, does 
he?"

I shook my head.

"Good. Because he and my mom think your family will be there." A 
moment later, she looked at me, panicky. "He doesn't suspect that 
you and I are sleeping together, does he?" she asked.

"Do you think I'd still be alive if he did?" I asked. It wasn't 
exactly a lie, but it neatly skirted the truth.

"Good point," she said, relaxing. Then, "So, what were you 
talking about?"

"Winches," I said glibly.

"I don't believe you for a second. You're up to something."

"Kendall," I said seriously, "don't ask. For the love of God, 
don't ask. I don't wanna lie to you, but I'm not gonna tell you 
what we were talking about either."

"Is it serious?" she asked, suddenly concerned.

"It's... between your dad and me," I said. "Just trust me. Okay? 
It's nothing bad. It's just... well... it's a guy thing."

Unfortunately, I think I piqued her curiosity more than put her 
off. A curious Kendall could be a bad thing or a good thing, 
depending on the circumstances. At the moment, it would be a bad 
thing, since I didn't know how she'd take the revelation about 
what her father _really_ knew.

Drew had tried to warn me, in his own way, but I guess I'd never 
seriously considered that Adam might know the truth. He was a lot 
more perceptive than I'd first thought. (Susan had told me 
something similar.) And while he wasn't dangerous, per se, I 
definitely didn't want to get on his bad side.

"It's just a guy thing," I repeated quietly. I don't think 
Kendall truly accepted my answer, but it was the best she was 
going to get.

-----

At my house, I had taken a cue from Susan and cleared out one of 
my dresser drawers for Kendall. Her eyes welled up when I showed 
her. (Unfortunately, she'd brought a lot more clothes than one 
drawer would hold.)

"Oh, Paul, thank you," she gushed. "It's almost like we live 
together."

"Almost," I said faintly. Then, "Here, lemme clear out another 
drawer for the rest of your stuff."

After I did, she unpacked her things.

Later, she wanted to cook me dinner. So she shooed me out of the 
kitchen and told me to "go watch TV or something." A little while 
later, she stuck her head into the living room and asked if my 
parents had any white wine. We did, of course, so I grabbed a 
bottle from the wet bar. After Kendall put it in the 
refrigerator, she emerged from the kitchen.

"The chicken will take another thirty minutes," she said. "Why 
don't you go ahead and change for dinner," she suggested.

"'Change for dinner'?"

"I thought maybe we could dress up, and have a nice candlelit 
dinner."

"Sure," I said.

My Brooks Brothers suit was in Knoxville, but I had a couple of 
sport coats in my closet. Unfortunately, they were all too tight 
through the shoulders, so I settled on a dress shirt, tie, and 
slacks. A few minutes later, Kendall practically burst into the 
room.

"It's hard to cook a gourmet meal and get dressed at the same 
time," she said breathlessly. Then she ushered me out of the room 
so she could change clothes in private. "To maintain the 
mystique," she said. "And don't go into the dining room yet," she 
admonished.

I nodded and tried not to chuckle. She was going to a great deal 
of trouble to create a romantic evening, and I wasn't about to 
spoil it by snickering.

When she emerged from my bedroom, she was wearing the silver 
dress that Susan had bought her. She blew me a kiss as she rushed 
by, headed for the kitchen. Since I had skipped lunch, the scents 
wafting from the oven were starting to make my stomach growl.

Once Kendall was ready, she turned out the dining room lights and 
appeared in the doorway, a nimbus of candlelight surrounding her. 
I stood and smoothed my slacks. In her heels, Kendall was 
actually a little taller than I, so I stretched upward to kiss 
her. Then I pulled her close and kissed her harder.

"Thanks for fixing dinner," I said.

She lowered her eyes and smiled shyly.

"Although... the way you look in this dress, I might just decide to 
skip dinner and see how you look _out_ of it."

We ended up having dinner after all. She had fixed roast chicken 
with new potatoes and corn, along with a salad. I tried not to 
eat too much, but it was delicious.

Afterward, we let the candles burn down and finished the bottle 
of wine. Then we moved to the living room couch. From there, 
things quickly progressed to my bedroom. Kendall looked even 
better without the dress, but I didn't have much time to admire 
her body, since she knelt in front of me and began teasing my 
dick with gentle kisses.

"If you're a good girl," I promised, stroking myself as she 
kissed my balls, "I'll come on your face."

With that, she immediately opened her mouth and wordlessly begged 
me to let her suck my dick.

"Stick out your tongue," I directed, and she did. Then I ran the 
underside ridge of my cock along her tongue. The crown of my 
shaft entered her mouth, but I pulled back quickly, teasing her.

She moaned in frustration.

"Okay, you can suck me," I said at last. When she wrapped her 
lips around my glans, I sighed quietly. Then, "Oh, that's nice."

For the next several minutes, she sucked me, trying to swallow as 
much of my length as she could. Even though I had promised to 
come on her face, I wanted to take my time. So I relaxed and 
simply enjoyed myself as I watched her fellate me.

"Stand up," I said a little while later. "I want to fuck you."

"But..."

"I know," I replied. "But I want to fuck you first."

When she stood, I bent her over my dresser. Then I concentrated 
on the round, voluptuous curves of her ass. With a hand on each 
cheek, I spread her open. Then I eased my shiny cock between her 
alabaster thighs. I felt the warmth and heat of her pussy, which 
sent shivers of anticipation up my spine.

Finally, I pulled back and used one hand to steady my dick at her 
opening. She gasped when my bulbous glans spread her open. After 
I slid the first couple of inches into her, I stopped. Her pussy 
was tight, _very_ tight, and I usually had to ease into her. This 
time was no exception, so I pulled back and prepared for another 
slow thrust.

Kendall moaned when I sank half my length into her pussy. When I 
went to pull back, her inner walls gripped me, their heat 
infusing my senses and making me lightheaded. Another thrust and 
I buried most of my length. With a grunt, I pulled back, the 
ridge at the crown of my cock making her shudder in ecstasy.

After teasing her for almost a minute, I finally jerked my hips 
forward and slammed home, her ass rippling with the impact. When 
I looked at her face in the mirror, it was contorted in pleasure.

As I began thrusting, my eyes were drawn to her pendulous 
breasts. Each time I slammed into her, they swayed in opposite 
directions, gravity eventually reuniting them in the middle. 
Their motion was hypnotic, and I soon fell into a rhythm.

In order to keep from coming too soon, I made a little game out 
of trying to influence the swinging of her breasts. The harder I 
thrust, the wider the circles. When I slowed down, her breasts 
slowed down as well, gently swaying side-to-side. I picked up my 
pace again, watching her hanging globes widen their arc and then 
slap together.

Suddenly, I remembered the conversation with Wren on the ride 
down from Knoxville. Even though Kendall's pussy felt incredible, 
I pulled out, causing her to grimace at the loss.

"Lie on the bed," I directed without explanation.

"Where are you going?" she asked as I headed for the door.

"Just lie down," I said. "I'll be right back."

In the bathroom, I quickly found what I was looking for. When I 
got back to my room, Kendall looked at me curiously.

"Lie down," I said, gesturing at the bed. "On your back."

"What're you--"

I rolled my eyes and simply pointed at the bed.

With a confused look, Kendall crawled onto the bed and lay on her 
back.

I flipped open the cap on the bottle I'd brought from the 
bathroom. Then I squirted a zigzag line of baby oil in the 
shallow valley between Kendall's flattened breasts.

"What're you doing?" she asked.

"I'm going to fuck your tits," I said.

Her eyes widened in sudden understanding. And anticipation.

"And _then_ I'm going to come on your face."

"What should I do?" she asked eagerly.

"Just spread the oil around and then push your breasts together," 
I said as I straddled her chest.

Her eyes alight, she quickly complied.

I grinned as her fingers lingered over her sensitive nipples.

Then she grasped her pliant breasts and pushed them together, 
creating a mountain of tit-flesh with a crease in the middle.

I edged forward, my glans pointing at the crease. Then I gripped 
the base of my shaft and aimed. Finally, I eased forward and my 
dick slid between the warm flesh of her breasts.

When my pelvis finally brushed against her hands, I grinned at 
her. Then I tweaked her nipples, sending shivers of delight 
through her body.

Once I began thrusting, Kendall had a hard time holding on to her 
breasts. Her hands were slippery from the oil, and she had a 
_lot_ of breast to hold on to. Nonetheless, I was getting worked 
up at the mere sight of my cock sliding between her mounds. I 
wasn't in danger of coming, though, since I kept getting 
distracted each time she lost her grip.

Finally, I decided that fucking her tits was a fun visual, but it 
wasn't the best way to have sex. So I squirted some baby oil into 
my palm and gripped my shaft. My cock was hard and red, and my 
hand glided over it. Kendall watched in fascination.

After stroking myself for several minutes, I hunched forward. 
Kendall sensed my impending explosion and lifted her head, her 
eyes glassy with lust. With a grunt, I arched my back, throwing 
my hips forward. My dick swelled, and I clenched my jaw in 
ecstasy.

When the first spurt arced out, Kendall gasped. My eyes were 
clamped shut, however, so I simply kept stroking myself. Three 
more hard spurts followed the first, and Kendall writhed as they 
splashed onto her face. Finally, the spurts slowed to gushes, and 
then the gushes to a trickle. I squeezed the base of my shaft and 
let out a final grunt.

Kendall captured my dick in her mouth, but immediately spit it 
out.

"What's the matter?" I asked, looking down suddenly. Her face, 
covered with droplets of semen, was twisted in disgust.

"Baby oil tastes... _yuck!_"

In spite of myself, I laughed.

"You try it," she said. "It's pretty gross."

"Sorry."

Once I stopped chuckling, I smiled to take the sting out of my 
reaction. She smiled in return and then delicately wiped an 
errant drop of semen from near her eye.

"Do you want me to get you a towel?" I asked.

She immediately shook her head.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Will you...?" she asked, flicking her eyes toward her pussy, her 
voice husky with desire. "I want to--"

Before she could finish, I practically leapt between her legs. 
She squirmed when I licked her slick channel. At the top of her 
slit, I wrapped my lips around the hooded bead of her clit. 
Tangy, fresh moisture assaulted my taste buds as I flicked my 
tongue against the protective hood.

Kendall thrashed and then moaned in pleasure. When I looked up 
her body, over her flattened breasts, I realized that she was 
spreading my come over her face. With her other hand, she started 
tweaking her nipples. I smiled to myself and resumed my 
attentions.

It didn't take me long to work her into a frenzy. Her hips bucked 
as I licked the slippery folds between her inner and outer lips. 
I held her in place with my hands on her inner thighs, but her 
spasms were too powerful for me to suppress without bruising her 
soft flesh. So I let her buck, my neck absorbing the shock as her 
hips shot upward.

When she grew quiet, I knew she was getting close. Moisture 
flooded my mouth as I sucked her inner labia between my lips. I 
flicked the sensitive folds with my tongue, driving her higher. 
Then I thrust my index finger into her opening, caressing her 
inner ridges.

As soon as I reached the final knuckle, I crooked my finger and 
felt the ridge of her pubic bone. Behind it, I teased her inner 
spot. She gasped once and then went rigid, her hips several 
inches off the bed.

I smiled to myself and redoubled my assault on her clit. The 
little pearl had emerged from its hood, but I merely circled it 
with my tongue, avoiding direct contact. The pressure from the 
retracted hood was enough to push her over the edge.

Her hips bucked again, but she didn't make a sound. Instead, I 
felt her pussy contracting around my finger as a rush of moisture 
flooded over it. I pursed my lips and sucked her clit, hood and 
all. Then I put pressure on her inner spot with my finger. She 
rewarded me by slamming her hips into my face, threatening to 
give me whiplash with the force of her orgasm.

I kept right on teasing her, though, driving her higher with lips 
and tongue and finger. When she finally sagged to the bed, she 
sucked in a huge breath. I kept teasing her clit, but she quickly 
pushed me away, her hand covering her pussy protectively.

I smiled to myself, her juices already cooling on my cheeks.

-----

On Friday, Kendall wanted to do some Christmas shopping. She 
bought presents for her family, and was secretive about one she 
bought for me. She didn't have a big budget--neither did I, 
really--so we finished by mid-afternoon.

On the way home, I pulled into a shopping center and parked in 
front of a women's clothing store. I was familiar with it, since 
I'd been there to shop for Gina. (It was the store where the 
salesgirl had modeled a pair of stockings for me, more than a 
year before.)

"What're we doing?" Kendall asked.

When she unpacked her suitcase the day before, I noticed that she 
didn't have any matching bra and panty sets. Hers were nice 
enough, but they were an assortment of colors and patterns. So I 
wanted to get her some sexy underwear, some "good stuff."

Her eyes lit up when I explained.

"So, c'mon," I finished. "It'll be fun. Besides, I wanna watch 
you try things on. And then tonight..."

"Tonight...?"

"I thought you could model for me."

She practically leapt out of the Jeep.

Since the store wasn't at a mall, it wasn't very crowded. It 
_was_ a Friday night, though--and before Christmas--so there were 
six or seven customers inside. I was the only guy in the place.

I looked around the store, searching for the salesgirl who had 
modeled the stockings. Luckily, she still worked there. She was 
just like I remembered her: tall, leggy, and platinum blonde, 
with dark eyes, a fantastic body, and full breasts. She was 
wearing a pink sweater dress that hugged her curves and showed 
off her amazing figure. As unobtrusively as possible, I steered 
Kendall toward her.

"Can I help you?" the salesgirl asked, smiling as we approached.

"My girlfriend's looking for a bra and panty set," I said, 
preempting Kendall. "Something sexy."

"Certainly," the salesgirl said, her eyes smiling. "Right this 
way." At the back of the store, she showed Kendall a rack of bra 
and panty sets. "What size are you?" she asked, professionally 
eyeing Kendall's chest. "I'd say... a 38D. Right?"

Kendall blushed, but nodded. "Sometimes, I'm a DD," she added, 
glancing at me sidelong. "But that depends on the bra."

"You don't need to measure?" I asked.

Kendall flashed me a startled look.

I tried not to appear as lecherous as I was feeling.

"I think you're right," the salesgirl said after a moment. "We'd 
better measure." Then she winked at me.

With a mischievous grin, I held Kendall's eyes as the blonde 
retrieved a cloth measuring tape.

"I need to measure without your sweater," the salesgirl said to 
Kendall. "Do you want to use one of the dressing rooms?"

"Why don't you just step behind the wall," I suggested. Then I 
nodded toward the floor-to-ceiling partition wall that screened 
the dressing rooms. Since the other customers were out in the 
store itself, we'd have the alcove to ourselves.

"You want to watch, huh?" the salesgirl asked.

With a comical and not-so-feigned leer, I nodded. I was trying to 
diffuse Kendall's tension, but I also wanted to make the 
salesgirl laugh. Fortunately, I managed to do both. (I guess I 
was flirting.)

"I'm Felicia, by the way," the salesgirl said.

"I'm Paul," I said. "And this is Kendall."

The girls exchanged pleasantries and then Kendall looked around 
to make sure the coast was clear. Then she took off her sweater. 
Even in a bra, her breasts were inspiring, and this time was no 
different. I wasn't in danger of getting a full-blown erection, 
but my dick stiffened at the sight.

Felicia reached around Kendall's midsection and then pulled the 
tape taut, _under_ her breasts.

"Why do you measure down there?" I asked, genuinely curious. "I 
thought you'd actually measure... um... higher."

"You must not buy bras very often," Felicia teased.

"I quit wearing them back in the 70s," I said dryly. "Women's lib 
and all."

She laughed. "You measure under the breasts," she explained, "and 
then you add five inches." With that, she read the tape. "Thirty-
two inches," she said to Kendall. To me, "Now add five."

"Thirty-seven," I said.

"Bras don't come in odd sizes, so you round up to the next even 
number."

"Okay, thirty-eight."

"Just like I said," she said with a smile. Then she loosened the 
measuring tape and raised it. When she tightened it around 
Kendall's bra-clad breasts, she surreptitiously glanced at me.

As I watched the two of them, I thought about Kendall's fantasy 
of sex with a stranger. Felicia certainly fit the bill, and I got 
the impression that she was interested in me. She _had_ modeled 
the stockings for me, way back when, but it was more than that. 
I'm no lothario, but I could usually tell when a woman was 
attracted to me.

"Forty-two inches," Felicia said, her hands at the level of 
Kendall's nipples.

"What's that number for?" I asked, curiosity drawing my mind back 
to reality.

"The difference between the two numbers is the cup size," she 
explained. "One inch per cup size: A, B, C, D, etc."

"Thirty-eight D," I said, somewhat proud of myself.

"Just like I said," Felicia repeated. "But since we rounded up to 
get the bra size, she might wear a DD cup."

"Just like _I_ said," Kendall said to me, her eyes smiling.

"I guess I need to buy bras more often," I agreed with a laugh.

"I still think he just wanted to watch us," Felicia said to 
Kendall.

"Why wouldn't I?" I asked rhetorically.

Felicia gave me an appraising look.

I arched an eyebrow in reply.

At that, Kendall grew anxious.

"Let me go get a bra for you to try on," Felicia said to her. 
"Just to make sure we got our measurements right. I'll be right 
back."

"What are you _doing?_" Kendall whispered when the blonde was out 
of earshot.

"Your fantasy," I said. "You, me, and a stranger?"

Her eyes widened. "But I thought..."

"You thought we'd do something with Wren?" I asked softly.

She nodded.

"We might. But right now, I thought..."

"With _her?_" Kendall asked, nodding toward the departed 
salesgirl.

I nodded. "Don't you think she's attractive?"

"_You_ do," she said, dodging the question.

"Of course I do," I answered. "I mean... look at her. But do 
_you?_"

Her embarrassed blush was confirmation enough.

"And I think she's definitely interested in me," I said.

"Oh, she is," Kendall said, confidence banishing her nervousness.

"Do you think she's into girls?"

"I... I... I don't know," she said. "Oh, this is crazy, Paul," she 
said suddenly. "We don't have to do anything. We don't even 
_know_ her."

"That's what makes it hotter," I said, reading the desire behind 
her apparent change of heart. I knew her well enough to know that 
she was simply suffering a bout of uncertainty. At the mention of 
a possible threesome with the lissome blonde salesgirl, Kendall's 
breathing quickened and her cheeks grew flushed. She was 
interested, all right, her protests notwithstanding.

"I don't know, Paul," she said. "What if she--"

"Here's one for you," Felicia said, returning. "Try this on."

With that, she handed a cornflower blue bra to Kendall.

Kendall gazed at me, her eyes full of doubt.

"Try it on," I suggested. "I'm sure it'll be like a _fantasy come 
true_."

She caught the subtle emphasis, and her nostrils flared as she 
drew a ragged, excited breath.

"Are you okay?" Felicia asked. "You look flushed."

"I'm okay," Kendall said after a moment. "It's just warm in 
here."

It wasn't, and we all knew it. When Kendall closed the dressing 
room door behind her, the blonde salesgirl leaned close to me.

"Why is she nervous all of a sudden?" she asked.

"She's not. She's excited," I said.

Felicia flashed me a questioning look.

Instead of answering, I smiled as mysteriously as I could.

"Excited, huh?"

I nodded.

"Do you think she'd like to try on some stockings and a garter 
belt?" she asked, all of a sudden. "If I remember, you liked the 
ones I showed you."

I looked at her, shocked. I remembered _her_, of course, but who 
wouldn't? (A beautiful salesgirl who models stockings and garter 
belt for a then-sixteen-year-old boy? It's the stuff of fantasy. 
Of _course_ I remembered her.) But I never imagined that she...

"I _thought_ I remembered you," she said.

"That was what," I asked, semi-incredulous, "a year and a half 
ago?"

"I don't model stockings for just anyone," she countered.

I raised an eyebrow.

She moistened her lips and flashed me a sultry look.

Before I could say anything, Kendall emerged from the dressing 
room. She looked good, but the bra was a little tight, and her 
breasts bulged above it.

"I was afraid of that," Felicia said, turning toward Kendall. 
"Those bras run a little small," she said. "Let me get you a 
different style."

"Oh my goodness, Paul," Kendall said, a moment later. "I don't 
think we should do this."

I pulled her close. "This is what you said you wanted," I urged 
quietly.

"But I don't know..."

"You know you want to watch me fuck her," I whispered. "And then 
I'll make you go down on her. I'll fuck you from behind as you 
lick her pussy," I said. In reality, I was horny. Worse, _I_ 
wanted to fuck Felicia, so that probably clouded my judgment. For 
a moment, I worried that I might be pushing Kendall to do 
something she didn't want to do.

"She _is_ pretty," Kendall admitted after a moment. Then, "Do you 
think she'd really do it?"

After a moment's hesitation, I nodded.

"Do you think she likes girls?"

"There's only one way to find out," I said roguishly.

"What're you going to do?" she asked, suddenly concerned.

"Trust me," I said. Then I kissed her, hard. My tongue forced her 
lips open, but then she warmed to the kiss and sighed in reply. I 
pulled her to me, her body soft against mine.

"Do you want me to leave you two alone?" Felicia asked from 
behind me. Then she chuckled as Kendall and I hastily pulled 
apart. "Here," the blonde said, grinning as she handed a black 
bra to Kendall. "This should fit better."

Kendall looked at me, her eyes glassy with lust.

I kissed her again, chastely, and then nudged her toward the 
dressing room.

"The black bra should go better with her complexion," Felicia 
said when the door shut behind Kendall. "And it's a demi-cup, so 
it'll make her cleavage look fabulous."

When Kendall emerged from the dressing room, I had to suppress a 
gasp. Felicia was right, the bra _really_ made Kendall's breasts 
stand out. They were firm, but still jiggled enough to be 
enticing. I couldn't see the edge of her areolas, but they were 
barely hidden by the bra cups.

"What did I tell you?" Felicia asked.

"No kidding," I said at last.

At that point, two women entered the dressing area, intent on one 
of the rooms. We became businesslike. I stood outside the 
dressing area as Kendall tried on several more colors of the same 
style bra: white, turquoise, red, and beige. They all looked good 
on her, but she kept returning to the black.

"You look best in the black," Felicia agreed. Then she looked at 
me for confirmation.

"Sweetie," I said to Kendall, "I think you look great."

Before I could say anything else, the two women left the dressing 
area and headed toward the cash register.

"Really," I repeated to Kendall, "you look fan-fucking-_tastic_."

"We've got a pair of panties that match," Felicia said. Then she 
eyed Kendall's waist and hips. "Small or medium?"

"Probably small," Kendall said. As soon as Felicia left, she 
rushed over to me. "Oh my goodness, Paul," she gushed, "I can't 
believe we're doing this. Are you sure? Do you really think she 
will? Has she said anything? What if she--"

"Whoa, there," I said softly. "Calm down. One step at a time," I 
added. Then, "Do you want to get dinner after we leave here?"

She looked at me, confused by the non sequitur.

"Maybe we could see what time Felicia gets off work...," I 
prompted.

"I hadn't thought of that."

_That's because you've never tried to seduce a woman before,_ I 
thought. Then, _Gina would've figured out the dinner thing before 
_I_ did._

"Here you go," Felicia said, returning.

Kendall flashed me an excited look before retreating to the 
dressing room.

"She's so thin," Felicia said. "Especially with those big boobs. 
I wish _I_ looked like that."

"Why? You look pretty hot already."

"Do you really think so?" she asked, eager for the attention.

"Absolutely," I said without hesitation. Then I let my eyes roam 
over her body.

She smiled and tried to look demure, but it was just an act. 
"Thank you," she said softly. Then she glanced at me from under 
lowered eyelashes. Her look was anything but shy.

I sensed an opportunity, so I quickly suggested that Felicia pick 
out some stockings and a garter belt for Kendall.

"You don't want me to model them for you?" she asked.

"Why don't you _both_ model for me?"

"And what would your girlfriend think of _that?_" she asked, as 
if she'd caught me.

"I think she'd like it," I said smoothly.

Felicia raised her eyebrows.

"She's very... flexible," I said, mentally chuckling at my double 
entendre.

"Oh, she is?"

"Mmm hmm," I said. "I wish more women were like her."

"Uh-_huh_," Felicia murmured speculatively. Then, "Will you 
excuse me for a moment? I'll be right back."

When she walked around the partition wall, I peeked after her and 
watched as she spoke to another salesgirl. Unfortunately, I 
couldn't tell what their conversation was about, but Felicia 
smiled as she turned and walked back to the lingerie section.

I ducked behind the wall and grinned to myself. As I did, Kendall 
came out of the dressing room. She looked stunning (even with her 
short white socks, which she hadn't taken off).

"Wow," I said.

"Wow," Felicia echoed from beside me.

"Do you like it?" Kendall asked.

I couldn't figure out if she were talking to me, or _Felicia_. 
Once again, I grinned to myself. Then I surreptitiously made sure 
my burgeoning erection wasn't noticeable.

"I like the belly chain," Felicia said, nodding at Kendall's 
waist. "That's cool."

"Paul got it for me," Kendall said.

"I like the pendant, too," Felicia said.

"It's like a road sign," I said, trying not to grin. "You know, 
in case I ever get lost."

Kendall tittered nervously, but Felicia laughed out loud. Still 
chuckling, she gestured toward a rack of garter belts.

"Paul thought you might like to try on a pair of stockings," she 
said.

I shrugged playfully when Kendall looked a question at me.

With an excited, nervous smile, she nodded.

Felicia quickly fetched a pair of black stockings and a garter 
belt.

Kendall took them and returned to the dressing room.

"A road sign," Felicia muttered, shaking her head and still 
chuckling.

"This way to the promised land," I said irreverently.

"The promised land, huh?"

"Mmm hmm," I said, grinning. Then, as casually as I could, 
"Kendall and I were thinking of getting dinner after we left 
here."

Felicia gave me a speculative look.

"So... what time do you get off?" I asked. "Work, I mean." The last 
part was calculated, and she rewarded my gamble with a sultry 
smile.

"One of the other girls is closing," she said. "So I can leave 
anytime."

"Cool. Why don't we finish up here and then find someplace to 
eat?" I suggested.

"Your girlfriend is... 'flexible,' did you say?"

"She's very flexible," I agreed. Then, "So, are you up for it?"

"I don't know," she mused.

My heart started to sink.

"Are _you_ up for it?" she asked coquettishly.

Instead of answering, I smiled and inclined my head.

"Uh-_huh_," she said doubtfully.

Before I could say anything else, Kendall emerged from the 
dressing room. With the matching bra, panties, garter belt, and 
stockings (seamless, with lace tops), she looked fantastic.

"Holy bombshells, Batman," I said absently.

To my surprise, Felicia frowned.

"What?" Kendall asked, suddenly nervous.

Before she could answer, a middle-aged woman and her daughter 
walked into the dressing area. The woman looked at me as if I 
were an interloper. When she looked at Kendall, she huffed 
derisively and then ushered her daughter into one of the dressing 
rooms.

In my mind, I flipped her the bird. But then I had a brilliant 
idea.

"Why don't we... um... step in there," I suggested, nodding to 
Kendall's dressing room. It was big enough for the three of us, 
but just barely. Even better, it would be a _lot_ more private. 
Perhaps I owed the huffy lady a debt of gratitude after all.

Once inside the dressing room, I moved behind Kendall, while 
Felicia stood in front of her.

"Let me show you a little trick," Felicia said, smiling to 
reassure Kendall. "If you don't mind...," she continued, indicating 
the garter belt. When Kendall didn't object, Felicia knelt in 
front of her and began unfastening the clasps holding the 
stockings up.

As she did, Kendall looked back at me, her eyes wide with a 
combination of anxiety and excitement.

"If you put the garters straps on _over_ your panties," Felicia 
explained, "then you can't take them off without undoing the 
straps."

"Ah," Kendall and I said in unison.

"Do you mind if I...?" Felicia asked, vaguely indicating Kendall's 
panties.

Kendall smiled nervously and then said, "No, go ahead."

When Felicia had all four clasps unfastened, she reached up and 
threaded one under the satiny fabric of the panties. Before she 
could pull it tight, however, I had another brilliant idea.

"Here," I said, "let me help." With that, I hooked my thumbs in 
the waistband of Kendall's panties and tugged them over her hips. 
Since the garter straps were undone, they didn't interfere.

Kendall gasped in shock as I deftly lowered her panties to her 
knees.

At that point, it was _Felicia's_ turn to be shocked, since she 
was suddenly face-to-face with Kendall's perfect, hairless pussy.

From where I bent over, still grasping Kendall's panties, Felicia 
and I locked eyes. I smiled and arched an eyebrow, daring her to 
react.

With deliberate aplomb, she reattached the stockings to the 
garter straps and then flashed me a defiant--and aroused?--look.

I silently pulled Kendall's panties back into place.

"There," Felicia said, standing. "That's much better. Now you can 
go to the bathroom."

"Or do anything _else_ you might want to do without your 
panties," I added cockily.

Both women blushed at that.

"Do you really like it, Paul?" Kendall asked, a little nervously.

"Turn around and show him," Felicia suggested. When Kendall did, 
the blonde flashed me an intrigued look.

I hastily shifted my eyes back at Kendall. "I think you look 
incredible, baby doll," I said.

She gave me a funny look--half surprised, half aroused--but then 
smiled.

"I invited Felicia to dinner with us," I said to Kendall. "If 
that's okay with you."

"Sure," she said, her cheeks coloring. "I'd like that."

Kendall looked over her shoulder at the blonde, and I 
surreptitiously shifted to relieve my straining erection.

"Why don't you change clothes and then we'll go," I suggested to 
Kendall.

"You can't make her take all that off," Felicia protested. "She 
looks so sexy, it'd be a shame."

Kendall looked at me, her eyes hopeful.

"And what good is sexy lingerie under a sweater and jeans?" 
Felicia continued. "She needs a dress."

"Please, Paul?" Kendall asked softly.

Who was I to refuse?

"Sure," I said at last.

"Perfect!" Felicia said. "I know just the one. I'll be right 
back." With that, she opened the dressing room door and dashed 
away without even closing it. A moment later, she returned with a 
wine-colored sweater dress, similar to her own pink one. "This is 
perfect," she said to Kendall. "With your figure, it'll make you 
look even hotter."

Her word choice--"even hotter"--didn't escape Kendall's notice.

Kendall and I shared a look that spoke volumes. Then she turned 
her attention to Felicia and the dress.

True to the blonde's prediction, Kendall looked even sexier. The 
dress hugged her curves, and the sides were slit to mid-thigh, 
revealing her nylon-encased legs.

"Wow," I said softly, almost reverently. For a moment, I wondered 
how much Kendall's outfit was going to cost, but then I took 
another look at her and decided not to worry about it. I gazed at 
her for another few moments and then looked her in the eye. "You 
look beautiful."

She blushed suitably.

"You really do," Felicia agreed.

"Thank you," Kendall said.

We stood in silence for a moment, the sexual tension practically 
crackling between us.

"Let me get all the tags," Felicia said at last, "and then I'll 
ring you up."

When Kendall began to gather her street clothes, however, she 
realized that she couldn't wear her sneakers with the fancy 
outfit.

"Oh, we sell shoes too," Felicia said helpfully. "What size are 
you?"

"Eight."

"Okay. I'll be right back." With that, Felicia went to pick out a 
suitable pair of shoes.

Since the huffy woman and her daughter had left, Kendall and I 
emerged from the dressing room as well.

When Felicia returned, Kendall tried on the shoes. They were a 
little tight, she said, but they matched the outfit. When she 
stood up straight, however, she frowned. In a flash, I realized 
why: in the three-inch heels, Kendall was a good two inches 
taller than I.

"Don't worry about it, sweetie," I said.

"I don't like being taller than you," she said. "It's just not... 
right."

"I think you look fine," Felicia said.

"Exactly," I agreed. Then I pulled her close and gazed up at her. 
"This way," I said, my eyes darting to her ample breasts, "I'm 
closer to the parts I really like."

Kendall flashed me a faux-betrayed look, while Felicia merely 
chuckled.

"C'mon," I said, "let's go pay for everything and then find 
somewhere to eat. I'm starving." _And horny_, I added silently. 
Then I mentally grinned as I watched Kendall and Felicia walk to 
the front of the store.

As Felicia rang up the price tags, I started to get nervous. I 
had a grand total of fifty dollars on me, and the dress alone 
cost more than that. I began to outright panic as the total 
soared over a hundred dollars. Then I thought of my emergency 
credit card. Mom had left it with me when she and Erin headed to 
New York.

When the total flashed on the cash register, I tried not to gulp. 
Then I wondered how I was going to explain $288.40 worth of 
"emergency" clothing.

With barely a tremor, I handed over the Visa and prayed that 
Felicia didn't pay attention to the name on the card. 
Fortunately, she didn't, and I signed the receipt.

"Let me get my things and clock out," Felicia said.

Kendall hugged herself to my arm as the blonde headed toward the 
back.

"Wow," I said, more in shock at the price than anything else.

"Thank you, Paul," Kendall said softly. Then, "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Oh my goodness, you're going to get _so_ lucky tonight."

-----

We ended up at a steak restaurant near the Perimeter. It was a 
Friday night, so it was crowded. I put my name on the waiting 
list and then we retreated to a corner of the waiting area.

Since our backs were to the wall, I put my hand on Kendall's ass 
and gently squeezed. Then I gambled and put my hand on the small 
of Felicia's back. When she didn't even flinch, I lowered it to 
the top of her ass.

She glanced at me and arched an eyebrow. We had a silent 
conversation with our eyes. When she didn't seem to object, I 
decided to go for broke--I lowered my hand to her ass itself. She 
moistened her lips and then pressed back against me.

With that, we both attempted to look innocent, but I kept my 
hands on the girls' asses. Occasionally, I rubbed them, the fuzzy 
wool of their sweater dresses tickling my palms. After several 
minutes, Felicia leaned close.

"Do you like what you feel?" she asked quietly.

I paused for a moment to savor the feeling as her breast touched 
my side.

"Hmmmm?" she pressed.

"I like it a lot," I said. Then I traced my finger along the seam 
of her panties. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked, as artlessly 
as I could.

"No, you're fine."

"Fine?" I asked.

"Okay," she admitted after a moment, "maybe you're more than 
fine."

"Thanks," I said, grinning.

We waited for almost forty-five minutes. The whole time, I played 
with the girls' asses. I never did more than that, though, but 
both of them seemed to be getting worked up. Felicia's breathing 
had quickened, and I easily recognized how horny Kendall was. 
When the hostess finally called my last name, I reluctantly took 
my hands off the girls.

As we followed the hostess, I hoped for a booth, since it would 
afford a little more privacy. Unfortunately, the restaurant was 
packed, so we had to settle for a table.

As soon as we sat down, I suggested a bottle of wine (and 
_prayed_ that the waiter wouldn't ask for my ID, since I was 
still too young to drink). Felicia wanted red wine, while Kendall 
and I didn't care one way or the other. So I ordered a mid-priced 
bottle that had an interesting name.

Luckily, the waiter simply took my order and went to fetch our 
wine. After he poured it, we placed our dinner orders. Then we 
made small talk, mostly about the quality of the food at the 
restaurant, since Felicia had been there before.

When she drained her wine glass, I refilled it. A moment later, 
to my surprise, Kendall asked for a refill as well. Within 
fifteen minutes, we had to order another bottle of wine. I still 
had my original glass, but both girls had drunk two glasses 
apiece.

"Mmmmm, this is good," Felicia said. "You sure know how to pick a 
good wine."

"I have a talented tongue," I said.

Kendall nearly choked on her wine.

"I'll bet you do," Felicia said. Then she turned to Kendall, who 
was still sputtering. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Kendall said, patting her lips with her napkin. Then 
she smiled at me a little drunkenly.

"Why don't we go fix our makeup before supper gets here," Felicia 
suggested.

Kendall readily agreed, and they headed toward the restrooms. 
When they returned, they both looked more composed. They both 
looked more excited too, so I wondered if they'd been up to 
something in the restroom. I couldn't come right out and ask, so 
I settled for pouring more wine. After I did, our conversation 
turned to clothes, music, and everyday things, but half of it had 
a sexual undertone. None of us were being overt, but sex was 
definitely on our minds.

When our dinner arrived, I poured the last of the wine into the 
girls' glasses. I had only managed to drink about two glasses, so 
they were both a little tipsy. Our steaks were delicious, 
although neither of the girls ate very much. I didn't eat very 
much either, but I did finish most of my filet.

"Would you like to see the dessert menu?" the waiter asked as he 
cleared our plates.

We looked at each other and then shook our heads in unison. With 
that, the waiter retrieved the bill and laid it by my elbow.

"So," Felicia said, letting the word draw out.

"So," I echoed. Then, "Do you have plans for later?"

She shrugged artfully.

Before I could say anything, I felt her foot run along my leg.

She leaned back and gave me a speculative glance, her eyes hooded 
from all the wine.

"Maybe we could do something," I suggested.

She arched an eyebrow. Then she glanced at Kendall, who smiled 
diffidently.

"I was thinking that Kendall could model her new lingerie," I 
said.

"Oh?" Felicia asked, taunting me.

I mustered my courage. "Maybe you'd like to watch," I said.

"Or maybe you'd like _me_ to model too," she replied saucily.

Kendall's breathing quickened, and she reached for my hand under 
the table.

"Maybe," I said to Felicia. "Do you have nice lingerie?"

"Ha! I've got stuff that'll blow your mind."

"I've seen a lot," I countered. "So it'll take a lot to impress 
me."

Her eyes flashed at the challenge. Then, "My apartment's fifteen 
minutes from here."

"Is that an invitation?" I asked, letting my lips quirk up in a 
smile.

"I dunno, is it?"

"It sounded like one," I said.

"Then I guess it was," she said. At that, she took a sip of wine 
to cover her excitement.

I glanced at Kendall for confirmation.

Her face was flushed with arousal, and it took her a moment to 
notice me looking at her. When she did, her eyes said "yes" 
better than any words could.

"Sounds perfect," I said to Felicia.

"Let's take a powder before we go," she said to Kendall.

They shared a look and then stood. As they walked away, I admired 
their bodies. When I looked at the bill, however, my thoughts 
immediately turned apprehensive; I wondered how I'd explain $95 
of "emergency" food and wine. Since it was my only option, I took 
out the Visa and laid it atop the bill. The waiter retrieved it a 
moment later.

When the girls returned to the table, they seemed excited. 
Kendall flashed me a wild look, her eyes full of sexual energy.

"I like Kendall's shaved pussy," Felicia whispered in my ear as 
she sat down.

"I like it too," I said.

"She said this is a fantasy of yours," the blonde continued, 
leaning close.

Kendall swallowed hard and returned my glance with a nervous 
blush.

"Something like that," I hedged.

"So, what," the blonde asked, "d'you wanna make it with two girls 
at once?"

I couldn't help myself--I chuckled. "No," I said at last.

She arched an eyebrow in question.

"I do that all the time," I said, more for shock value than 
anything else. At her surprised look, I nodded. Then I smiled, 
deliberately avoiding her unspoken question. "So," I asked 
instead, "are we ready to go?"

Underneath the table, Kendall squeezed my hand. I squeezed hers 
in reply and then flashed Felicia a suggestive look.

"All the time, huh?" she mused.

"Mmm hmm."

She looked at Kendall for confirmation.

Kendall blushed and then nodded tentatively.

"Oh, _really?_" Felicia asked me.

"Yep," I said. Then, "So, do you want us to follow you to your 
apartment?" I asked her. "Are you okay to drive?"

"Oh, I'm fine. You can follow me."

When we arrived at her apartment, I was surprised; it was an 
upscale complex, with tasteful architecture and nice landscaping 
(leave it to me to notice the architecture and landscaping). 
Inside the building, I got another surprise, since her apartment 
was a lot bigger than I expected.

"Do you have a roommate?" I asked.

She shook her head and then turned on the foyer lights.

"How do you afford a place like this?" I asked, momentarily 
forgetting that I was supposed to be seducing her. _Note to self: 
Questions about the rent are _not_ sexy._

"My boyfriend pays for it," she said.

"Boyfriend?" I asked, suddenly uncertain.

"Oh, don't worry," she said. "He doesn't actually live here. He 
just pays for it. Besides, he's not even in the country right 
now."

I looked a question at her.

"He lives in Argentina."

"Argentina?" I asked, a little confused.

She nodded, but didn't elaborate. Then she led us toward the 
kitchen. "Here," she said, handing me a bottle of red wine. "Open 
this. The corkscrew is in that drawer over there," she added, 
pointing. "I wanna go powder my nose."

Kendall looked at me, as if asking permission.

I nodded. She certainly didn't need my approval to go to the 
bathroom.

When the girls returned, they both looked a lot more excited. 
Kendall seemed a little embarrassed, though, so I figured that 
they'd been Up To Something after all. That suited me just fine.

I passed each of them a glass of wine and we drank.

"Why don't we get a little more comfortable," Felicia suggested, 
nodding toward the living room.

I strategically sat in the middle of the couch, with Kendall on 
my left. After Felicia adjusted the lights and turned on the 
stereo, she settled to my right. Then she kicked off her shoes, 
crossed her stocking-clad legs, and hooked her foot behind my 
calf. When I glanced at her, she smiled.

I put my arm around Kendall and pulled her possessively close. 
She tucked her feet beneath her and took a sip of wine. She'd had 
a lot more alcohol than she was used to, so I studied her for a 
moment. I was feeling the effects of all the wine, and the girls 
had drunk more than I had, but neither of them appeared to be 
drunk--just buzzed. That was strange. I wondered...

"So," Felicia said, drawing my attention back to her, "what's 
this fantasy of yours?"

"Just a fantasy," I said enigmatically. I couldn't figure out why 
neither of them seemed drunk, but when Felicia flashed me a 
sultry, almost smug look, my thoughts abruptly changed direction.

"Lemme guess," she continued, "you want to watch Kendall make it 
with another woman."

"That's part of it," I said, my erection throbbing in 
anticipation. "But I've seen that before."

"Oh, you have?"

"Mmm hmm."

"So you think I'll just fall into bed with you two?" Felicia 
asked, her eyes flashing in challenge.

"No," I said simply.

She arched an eyebrow.

"But I was hoping..."

She laughed.

"And we're _here_," I continued, gesturing at her apartment. When 
I set my hand down, I rested it on her leg instead of mine.

She took a sip of wine to cover her reaction.

"But we can leave, if you want," I said, toying with her. I could 
see the lust in her eyes, but I also realized that she didn't 
want to appear too eager.

"I think I'll let you stay," she said, a little quicker than she 
normally might have.

"Thanks," I said earnestly. I really _did_ want to stay, because 
I wanted to have sex with her, but I didn't want _her_ to think I 
was too eager either. Instead of saying anything else, I looked 
her in the eye and drew my hand up her leg another inch or two.

She pointedly glanced at my hand. When her eyes met mine again, 
they flashed, daring me to do something else.

I took her dare and tugged the hem of her skirt upward. It slid 
over her thigh, revealing more of her stocking-clad legs, as well 
as the dark valley between her thighs. Our eyes met again and she 
lifted an eyebrow. I purposefully moistened my lips and then 
cocked my head to the side.

She took a sip of wine, her eyes never leaving mine. Then she 
took a deep breath, her breasts rising as she inhaled. Her 
nipples were hard, and threatened to poke through her bra and 
sweater dress.

I inclined my head, as if to ask, "What's next?"

"Well," she said at last, "if we're going to party, I'm gonna get 
out the party favors."

"Of course," I agreed, although I really didn't have a clue what 
she was talking about.

When she stood, however, she gave me a seductive look.

I watched her as she walked away, bound for the back of the 
apartment.

"Are you sure we should do this, Paul?" Kendall whispered when 
Felicia was out of earshot.

"Aren't you having fun?" I asked.

Her blush and stiff nipples were all the answer I needed.

"Do you want to watch me fuck her?" I asked, my voice pitched 
low.

Kendall nodded.

"Do you want to go down on her?"

"If you want me to," she answered tentatively.

"I do," I said. Then I kissed her. When I pulled back, her lips 
were shiny from the kiss, and her eyes were still closed. "You 
look incredibly fucking sexy," I whispered.

Her eyes fluttered open and she gazed at me. "Oh, Paul," she 
breathed, "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Do you really want t--"

"My boyfriend brings this stuff from Colombia," Felicia said, 
interrupting us as she entered the room. "It's really good snow."

Kendall squirmed and looked at me, her eyes wide.

_"Snow"?_ I wondered. _What's she talking about? "Snow," as in 
cocai--_

In shock, I watched Felicia hold a mirror-like plate to her face. 
She put a small glass tube to her nostril, pressed the other 
closed, and inhaled. When she finished, she pinched both nostrils 
shut, closed her eyes, and shuddered.

"It's _really_ good snow," she repeated euphorically. Then she 
opened her eyes and looked at us.

I was speechless. I knew what cocaine was, but aside from the 
movies, I'd never actually _seen_ it. Pot and acid were all 
around my high school, but I always avoided them. I'd heard about 
kids using coke or speed, but I never actually _knew_ anyone who 
had.

"Here," Felicia said, extending the plate to Kendall. "Ladies 
first." Then, to me, "I cut you a fat line, though, since you 
started late."

_Started late? What the f--_ "Thanks," I said, too shocked to say 
anything else.

To my utter disbelief, Kendall took the proffered plate. She 
glanced at me nervously, but then seemed to steel her nerve. Time 
slowed to a crawl. I watched as she picked up the glass tube and 
put it to her nose. She didn't do it as confidently as Felicia 
had, but she wasn't awkward either. When she inhaled, I could 
actually see the white powder flying upward. With her eyes still 
closed, she set down the tube and then quivered.

When she opened her eyes, she gazed at me a little vacantly for a 
moment. Then she moistened her lips and flashed me a wild, hungry 
look.

"Your turn," Felicia said to me.

On autopilot, I took the plate from Kendall. Shock-numbed, I 
simply stared at the small pile of white powder, about the size 
of half a golf ball. The powdery traces of two lines flanked a 
longer, thicker one in the center.

In the blink of an eye, my whole world shrank to that solitary 
line of coke.

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