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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
Part: Chapter 22
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: MF, MFF, MFf, teen, oral, mast, inc
Revision: 1.01
Word Count: 10,133
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 
the written permission of the author, Nick Scipio 
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Copyright (c) 2005 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.

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Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

When I woke up the next morning, I started thinking about 
Felicia. The more I thought about it, the more I convinced myself 
that having sex with her had been a Bad Idea. She was incredibly 
sexy, but I didn't need Kendall's insight to realize how 
vulnerable she was, not to mention how starved for love and 
affection.

Unfortunately, I genuinely liked her. I guess she appealed to my 
protective nature. Worse, I was definitely attracted to her. Just 
_thinking_ about her made my morning hard-on demand some 
attention.

I knew the difference between love and lust, of course, and I 
didn't _love_ Felicia. Besides, I had more than my fair share of 
beautiful women in my life, so I spent a moment or two wondering 
why I _lusted_ after her. She was beautiful, but her beauty came 
with a number of problems that _I_ wasn't the answer to. But her 
_body_...

At the very thought of her body--her breasts, her ass, her lips--
I wanted to see her again. I silently admitted that I wanted to 
fuck her again, too. As I began stroking my erection, however, I 
forced myself to think of someone else.

At first, I pictured Kendall, on her back, her smooth pussy 
spread before me. Then I imagined Gina sucking me, making love to 
my cock. I went through several scenes in my head, both 
remembered and imagined, but I kept returning to Felicia.

In my fantasy, the sexy blonde was begging me to fuck her, to 
come inside her. I pictured the way her perfect breasts flattened 
against her chest when she lay back. I imagined how they bounced 
when I fucked her. I imagined her nipples, pink and hard, 
yearning to be sucked. While scenes of Felicia romped through my 
overactive imagination, I stroked myself, my hand a blur.

When I came, I spurted so hard that my semen overshot the wad of 
Kleenex and splattered on my chest. I quickly adjusted and 
managed to capture the remaining spurts, but as I lay there 
panting from the force of my ejaculation, I felt more guilty than 
ever.

I had to do _something_ to get Felicia out of my head!

-----

I spent most of the morning working on Susan's Christmas present. 
Fortunately, my project involved more than enough concentration 
to ward off daydreams of Felicia and her luscious body.

Before lunch, Dad asked if I wanted to fly to South Carolina to 
pick up Susan (she was spending the night with us and then flying 
to Texas the next day).

I showed Dad what I was doing, so he understood why I declined 
the flight time. Then he looked at my work and gave a whistle of 
approval.

"I didn't realize you were so good, son," he said.

I felt my face heating.

"I'm serious. That's really good. Is that from a picture?"

"Not a real one," I said.

He furrowed his brow.

"I've got pictures in here," I said, tapping my temple. "If I've 
seen it, I remember it."

To my surprise, he laughed. "I'd love to see a slideshow of those 
memory pictures sometime," he said, still chuckling. "But I don't 
think I could handle that much excitement!" Laughing at his own 
humor, he grabbed his sunglasses and ball cap.

When I finished the drawing, I held it at arm's length and 
studied it. I've always been surprised by how much detail I can 
recall, and Susan's drawing was no different. In my head, I 
simply saw the overall image. When I had time to study the 
drawing itself, hundreds of little things combined to make it 
seem "right."

As I looked at my work with a critical eye, I fixed several 
things, and added a detail or two. Finally, I signed my name in 
the corner and added the date.

Mom helped me hunt down a cardboard tube and pointed me at the 
wrapping paper. I still had about a dozen other presents to wrap, 
so I spent two hours hunched over the coffee table in the living 
room.

Wrapping presents is an acquired skill--and I hadn't acquired it-
-but I did a decent job, so I didn't think anyone would complain.

Later, Elizabeth called to tell me that she and Leah were coming 
by to pick me up; we were going to meet Gina's plane.

At the airport, we hung around the gate until the plane taxied 
in. Gina and her sorority sisters emerged somewhere in the middle 
of the stream of passengers. They were laughing and happy, but 
Gina's face still lit up when she saw me waiting for her.

She said goodbye to her friends--most of whom had a layover 
before taking a flight to Knoxville--and we headed down to 
baggage claim. Leah and Elizabeth went to fetch the station 
wagon, while Gina and I waited for her bags.

"Did you have fun?" I asked her.

"God, yes," she said. "I'm sore, I don't want to _see_ any booze 
for the next month, and I need a good night's sleep, but yeah, we 
had a great time."

"Good," I said, putting my arm around her.

She practically sagged against me, exhausted. We stood in 
companionable silence until the baggage carousel clattered to 
life. Then I hefted her bags off the conveyor and carried them 
outside to the waiting station wagon.

On the drive back to the Coulters' house, Gina leaned against me 
and dozed. I was more than happy to let her, too. I felt guilty 
about having sex with Felicia, and I guess I didn't want to have 
a conversation where I had to worry about revealing too much.

I didn't think Gina would be upset about the blonde salesgirl, 
but she _had_ been more possessive lately. That was probably a 
reaction to Kendall, but I didn't want to test that theory, 
especially if being wrong meant an argument (or worse).

So I simply held Gina close, enjoying the quiet companionship of 
the ride to her house.

-----

After dumping her clothes in the hamper, Gina took a shower. She 
emerged refreshed, and smiled as she joined me on her bed.

"God," she said, straddling my hips, "I missed you."

"I missed you too."

As we kissed, she unwrapped the towel from her body, her nipples 
hardening. Then she broke the kiss and simply gazed at me. With a 
playful waggle of her eyebrows, she tugged the towel from around 
her head and ran her fingers through her damp black tresses.

"Do you want me to comb out your hair?" I asked.

"I want you to screw me silly," she said. "You can't _imagine_ 
how horny I am."

I grinned at her.

"But I guess we'll have to wait. Susan and your family are coming 
over for dinner, right?"

I nodded.

"When are they supposed to be here?"

"About twenty minutes," I said, looking at my watch. "But we've 
got time for a quick blowjob."

"Mmmmm," she purred. "Hot, fresh come," she continued. "Going a 
week without isn't easy, you know," she added. She tried to look 
serious, but she just couldn't pull it off. Then she wrapped her 
arms around my neck and hugged me tight. "I've missed you _so_ 
much," she whispered in my ear. Then, "I love you."

"I love you too," I said, hugging her in reply.

"Now," she said, pulling back with a grin, "I believe you 
mentioned a blowjob."

"I believe I did," I said as she slid to the floor between my 
legs. Then I began unbuttoning my pants. "Do you still want me to 
comb out your hair?"

"Later," she play-snapped. "Right now, I want dick. Long, hard 
dick," she said, eyeing my manhood as I fished it out of my 
pants, "full of hot, white, creamy goodness."

"And it's all yours," I groaned as she swallowed half my length.

"Mmm hmm," she agreed, her mouth too full to speak.

-----

Normally, we waited until Christmas morning to open presents ("No 
exceptions, kids!"), but since Susan was leaving for Texas the 
next day, we exchanged gifts with her after dinner.

Her present from the Coulters was too big to wrap, so they 
wrapped a box containing the product brochure instead. (The 
present itself was teak patio furniture: a table and four 
chairs.)

"I know the brochure doesn't do it justice," Chris said, "but the 
display in the store looked fantastic. We thought you'd like it 
for the patio outside your bedroom."

"We got it in Carmel, California," Elizabeth added.

"The boxes are out in the garage," Chris said, picking up the 
narrative, "and we thought we'd have them shipped to South 
Carolina."

"It's beautiful," Susan said graciously. "Thank you very much." 
After a bit more oohing and aahing, she set aside the brochure.

"We're going to save our gift for last," Mom said to Susan, who 
nodded.

With that, I presented my gift with a flourish

After rewarding me with a smile, Susan unwrapped the tube and 
extracted my drawing. It was of her house, from three-quarter 
perspective. Her eyes flicked over the details, taking it all in: 
the jasmine growing up the courtyard wall, the wrought iron patio 
furniture visible within the courtyard itself, the pergola over 
her private patio, all of it. "Oh, my," she said quietly. 
Finally, she glanced at my stylized "P.D. Hughes '81" signature 
in the lower right corner. "Did you draw this?" she asked, only 
half rhetorically.

I nodded, my face warming.

"Oh, Paul, it's wonderful," she said, almost reverently.

"I hope you like it," I said.

"Like it? I _love_ it. Thank you very much."

Then she set the drawing aside and gave me a big hug.

"It's perfect," she whispered. "Thank you."

Gina's present to Susan was a silk scarf and matching blouse. 
Gina always had good taste in clothes, and Susan was very 
appreciative. Erin and Leah had pooled their money to buy Susan a 
set of leather-bound photo albums, along with the promise to help 
her organize her family photos.

With that, Susan brought out her own wrapped presents, which she 
distributed to all of us (Kara wouldn't arrive until the next 
day, so we put her present under the Christmas tree).

Her gifts to our families were the same, and Chris almost choked 
when he unwrapped the largish box.

"A _VHS?!_" he said, his expression pained.

"What's the matter?" Susan asked.

"Who recommended this? Don't they know that the Betamax is _much_ 
better technology? I mean, the Beta's based on the three-quarter-
inch U-matic, and it produces a much sharper image than--"

"He means 'thank you very much,'" Elizabeth interrupted.

Susan smiled in amused tolerance.

Elizabeth elbowed her husband in the ribs.

"Um... I mean, thank you very much," Chris wryly parroted. Then he 
turned serious. "I mean it, though. We can put this in the 
guesthouse, so Leah and her friends can watch videotapes. We 
really do appreciate it."

"Doug recommended the VHS," Susan said, referring to her youngest 
son. "He told me you'd probably say that Beta was better, 
though," she added, laughing. "He mentioned something about 
'proprietary technology being a death knell,' but I think you two 
will have a lively discussion about it."

"I'll have to explain to him the benefits of Beta the next time I 
see him," Chris said. "Anyway," he continued, "we really do 
appreciate it."

"So do we," Mom said, indicating our own VHS box. "Thank you very 
much."

With that, Susan gestured for Erin and Leah to open their gifts. 
Erin gasped and held up a pair of sapphire earrings. Leah was 
suitably impressed by her ivory cameo and black ribbon choker.

Next, Gina opened her first gift: a stethoscope. She thanked 
Susan and then opened the second box, which contained a stainless 
steel ladies Rolex watch.

"Thank you _very_ much," Gina said. "For everything," she added.

"You're very welcome," Susan said. Then she turned to me. "Open 
the smallest present first," she suggested.

When I opened the box, it took me a moment to figure out what I 
was looking at. Finally, I realized that it was a bronze disk 
keychain. For a moment, I studied the bas-relief picture carved 
on one side.

"Is that...?" I muttered, scrutinizing the disk. "Is that... a _tree 
branch?!_"

Susan smiled mischievously and then nodded. "I thought you'd like 
to have it immortalized," she said, referring to the branch that 
led to our first sexual encounter (after she accidentally 
clobbered my testicles with it, that is).

Mom and Elizabeth couldn't stop laughing. Even Dad and Chris were 
smiling, although I think they understood my pain at the memory 
of having my balls unceremoniously assaulted.

Still chuckling, Susan smiled fondly. "I had my jeweler make it 
for you," she said. "It's one of a kind... like you."

I blushed.

Gina leaned over to kiss my cheek. "I think it's cute," she said.

My face felt like it was ready to catch fire, but at my mom's 
insistence, I passed around the keychain so the others could see 
it. Everyone teased me good-naturedly, but I was still 
embarrassed. Finally, I moved on to my next gift, a large 
envelope. When I opened it and read the card inside, I gazed at 
it for a moment, stunned.

"What is it?" my sister asked.

"It's flight time and lessons," Susan said when I didn't speak 
up.

"It's _fifty hours_ of flight time," I said, still a little 
shocked.

"Your dad said you were thinking about getting your instrument 
rating," she said. "Besides, this way, you don't have to worry 
about being able to afford it if you want to fly somewhere."

"Say, like South Carolina," Chris quipped.

"Like South Carolina," my dad agreed. "Just for example, of 
course."

As my parents and Susan smiled among themselves, I shook my head 
in wonder. I should've known they were in cahoots. When I glanced 
at Gina, however, she _also_ smiled knowingly.

"Did you know about this?" I asked her softly.

"Mmm hmm."

I rolled my eyes at her.

"I thought we might like to fly to Susan's once in a while," she 
said. "You know, just to get away from it all."

_And to get away from Kendall,_ I mentally supplied. Aloud, I 
thanked Susan.

She explained that my parents had told her about the Flying Club 
at school, so she'd made arrangements with the local airport to 
bill her for my flight time and instructor expenses.

I nodded absently as I listened to her explanation. Still staring 
at the card, I felt everyone's eyes on me. When I looked up, they 
were grinning.

"I think he likes it," Chris teased.

"Be nice," Elizabeth chided him.

"Thank you _very_ much," I said to Susan.

"I've got one more present for you," she said, "but I'll save it 
for later."

Still in shock, I nodded.

"Now," Mom said to Susan, jerking me out of my daze, "before you 
open your gift from us, I need to give you this."

"A box of Kleenex?"

Mom suppressed a glimmer of a smile as she nodded. Then she 
glanced at me, my signal to fetch Susan's gift. I hastily dropped 
my flight time card and headed for the Christmas tree. From 
behind it, I withdrew Susan's present. It was a framed picture, 
sheathed in gift wrap; that much was obvious. Susan recognized it 
for what it was, but she still looked curious.

When she tore away the wrapping paper, however, she gasped and 
tears welled up. Then she smiled and covered her mouth. "Where 
did you find them all?" she asked my mom. The large frame was 
filled with pictures, almost twenty of them, arranged around a 
central picture.

"David took the big one," Mom explained, indicating the blown-up 
photo in the center.

The picture was of Jack, standing next to his A-4 Skyhawk on the 
deck of an aircraft carrier. He was smiling and flashing a 
thumbs-up. He looked cheerful, cocky, and full of life.

"On their first cruise together," Mom added.

"That was what," Susan asked, "1966?"

Mom and Dad nodded together.

"Some of the pictures are from our photo albums, with a few that 
I filched from yours," Mom said, "but most of them are from our 
trip down to Los Cabos."

(I knew the story, but only vaguely. When my father and Jack had 
returned from cruise, Jack borrowed a friend's sailboat. He and 
Susan had invited my parents to join them as they sailed down the 
Baja California coast to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico.)

Still smiling, Susan wiped her eyes with a tissue. "That was such 
a fun trip," she said.

Mom smiled in agreement, laying her hand on Dad's knee. He 
covered it with his own.

"When I found the picture of Jack," he added, "I thought about 
having it blown up for you. Beth suggested adding the rest of the 
pictures."

Many of other pictures were of Jack and Susan alone--tan, 
smiling, and happy--although there were some with my parents as 
well. A few showed them with their sons, Kirk and Doug.

"They're wonderful," Susan said, blinking back more tears. Then 
she smiled in feigned irritation and snatched two more tissues. 
"You know me so well," she said to Mom as she dabbed her eyes. 
"Thank you. Thank you so much." For a few moments, she gazed at 
the pictures of her late husband and their family in happy times. 
Damp tissues clutched in her hand, she ran her fingertips over 
the picture of Jack and his airplane, smiling at some unvoiced 
memory.

Even though Susan had been a widow for more than a decade, I 
could see the love in her eyes. She sometimes had the same 
expression when she looked at me, but I'd never seen the raw, 
untamed emotion she displayed when she gazed at the picture of 
Jack. Then suddenly, she took a deep breath and it was gone, 
locked away for her own private remembrance.

My parents silently smiled at each other and then Dad put his arm 
around Mom.

"We're glad you like it," Dad said.

"It's... _wonderful_," Susan said at last, her voice full of 
emotion.

-----

Later, Elizabeth served hot mulled cider and we all headed out to 
the hot tub. The weather wasn't too cold, but the water felt nice 
by comparison. Everyone teased me about looking too thin--I _was_ 
down to 171 pounds, but I still wanted to lose a bit more weight. 
I shrugged it off, but Mom was clearly concerned.

"Don't worry about it, dear," my dad told her. "I lost nearly 
fifteen pounds my freshman year in college."

"And I thought _you_ were too thin," Mom countered. Then she 
turned to me. "I'm just worried about you, dear. That's all."

"Thanks, Mom," I said, "but I'm fine. I eat three meals a day." 
_Usually_, I added mentally. "I've just got a busy schedule and 
all."

She was clearly unconvinced, but she let the subject drop. 
Fortunately, the conversation turned to other things. After about 
fifteen minutes, however, Gina and Susan shared a look. Then Gina 
squeezed my hand and tilted her head up to whisper in my ear.

"Do you want to spend some time with Susan?" she suggested. "She 
said she's got another present for you. Remember?"

I nodded.

"And then," Gina continued, "I think they're planning a little 
party."

"I figured," I said.

"Afterward, would you like to spend the night?" she asked, 
squeezing my hand again.

"Yeah, that sounds nice."

"Good. Now go, pitter-pat man."

I met Susan's eyes and nodded.

She thanked Gina with a glance and then semi-ostentatiously 
drained her cider mug. "I think I'm going to head inside and get 
some more cider," she said.

"That sounds like a good idea," I said. "I'll go with you."

"I'll go too," Leah piped up.

In a flash, Elizabeth took in the situation and reacted. "No, you 
stay here," she told her daughter.

"But, Mom...."

Elizabeth's expression turned hard.

At that point, Gina got her sister's attention and started 
telling Leah about the sorority ski trip.

Once inside, Susan stepped close and put her hand on my chest. 
"Thank you for my drawing," she said. "I'll always treasure it."

I felt my cheeks heating. As a distraction, I thanked her again 
for my flight time and lessons.

"You're welcome," she said, ever gracious. Then, "The last gift I 
have for you is kind of simple. It might not seem like much, but 
it's very special to me."

I nodded and followed her to the Christmas tree. She picked up a 
small present. When I tore off the wrapping paper and opened the 
nondescript box, I felt my brow crease in uncertainty. The box 
was "new," but clearly old at the same time.

"It's an antique ship's compass," Susan said softly. "I bought it 
for Jack, before... before he was killed. He always loved naval 
hardware," she added, smiling fondly. "I was going to give it to 
him for Christmas that year, but...."

I nodded in understanding.

She took a deep, shaky breath. "I've kept it all these years, 
because it's been a piece of him."

"Thank you," I said. "But this is too personal...."

"I want you to have it," she said, cutting off my objections. "I 
don't know what brought you into my life, but I'd like to think 
that Jack had something to do with it. When he first met your 
dad, he told me that it was like meeting his brother. They were 
that close."

I nodded.

"And when your family started coming to camp, I watched you grow 
up. I didn't know Jack when he was your age, but I imagine you're 
a lot like he was," she said. For a long moment, she was silent. 
Then she wiped her eyes and looked up at me. "Now, _you're_ a 
part of Jack, at least in my mind. You're a separate person, but 
I see the best of him in you. Do you understand?"

I swallowed hard and nodded.

"So now, in a strange way, I'm giving the compass to its rightful 
owner."

Suddenly, I had to blink back tears of my own.

Instead of saying anything else, Susan simply stepped close and 
hugged me.

Over her shoulder, I gazed at the brass compass, the lights of 
the Christmas tree reflecting from its glass. Then my eyesight 
blurred and I held Susan as she squeezed me tighter still.

Once we composed ourselves, we filled our mugs with cider and 
then took the insulated carafe out to the hot tub. I noticed that 
someone--Chris, probably--had turned on the guesthouse lights. 
He'd probably turned up the heat as well, since the Coulters 
lowered the thermostat when the guesthouse was unoccupied.

Susan followed my eyes and linked her arm through mine, smiling 
happily. Then we picked up our pace. In the short walk from the 
main house, our skin had turned to gooseflesh, so we quickly 
plunged into the bubbling water of the hot tub. As Susan poured 
hot cider into mugs, I settled between Elizabeth and Gina.

"What did you think?" Gina asked quietly.

"About what?"

"About the compass, silly," she said.

"How'd you know about that?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes. "Do you think you're the _only_ one who 
talks to Susan? She asked me about it... about a month ago, before 
Thanksgiving."

"Why'd she ask you?" I asked, a little suspicious.

"Because she wanted my opinion, I guess. And...."

"And...?"

Gina actually blushed, her cafe au lait complexion darkening. "I 
think she's trying to get us to talk to each other more. I mean, 
she knows that things haven't been good between us for a while, 
and I guess she's trying to fix things from afar."

I nodded.

"But she also knows that _she_ can't make decisions for us. We've 
got to talk to each other," Gina said earnestly. "I mean, I'm 
even willing to try to work things out with Kendall... again."

"Do you want to drive up to Chattanooga with me tomorrow?" I 
asked immediately.

"That's a dumb idea," she said without heat. "I mean, think about 
it for a moment. Kendall thinks she's got you for the night, by 
yourself. How will she feel if _I_ show up uninvited?"

"I see what you mean."

"Mmm hmm. But maybe when we get back to school, we can all sit 
down and talk about things. Okay?"

"It's a date," I said. Then I kissed her.

"I love you _so_ much," she said with quiet intensity, her 
breasts crushing against me as she hugged me tight.

"Hey, the kids are starting early," Chris said.

Elizabeth made a reproachful moue at his antics.

"I thought we were gonna-- Hey! That hurt."

"And I'll do it again if you don't behave," Elizabeth threatened.

Chris rubbed his side and grimaced.

Elizabeth smiled sweetly. "Do you want me to kiss it and make it 
better?"

"Now _that's_ not a bad idea," Chris said.

"Mom?" Leah prompted from across the tub.

"Yes, dear?"

"Can Erin and I join you all tonight? We're not kids anymore, 
and--"

"You know the rules," Elizabeth interrupted. "Not until you're 
eighteen."

"But that's not _fair_. Gina and Paul didn't have to wait!"

"They most certainly _did_ have to wait," Elizabeth said sternly, 
her British accent making her sound a little prim. Then her 
expression softened. "But we sometimes made exceptions...," she 
ventured, glancing at my mom.

The two women shared a silent conversation and then looked toward 
Susan, who said, "We _did_ make an occasional exception."

"_Please_, Mom," Leah begged. "Please, please, please, please."

I glanced at Erin, who was grinning. Then Mom got her attention 
and wordlessly asked if she wanted to join us. Erin considered it 
for a moment and then nodded.

"I don't know...," Elizabeth was saying when I turned my attention 
back to her. I knew her well enough to realize that she'd already 
made up her mind, though. She was going to let her youngest 
daughter join the party, but she wanted to see how Leah would 
behave if she thought she wasn't going to get what she wanted.

"Please, Mom," Leah asked. "I promise, I won't ask again."

When Leah actually closed her mouth and stopped wheedling, my 
eyebrows rose in surprise.

"What do you think, dear?" Elizabeth asked her husband.

"I think I know when to keep my mouth shut," Chris answered 
immediately.

"For _once_," Elizabeth said. Then she smiled to take the sting 
out of her words. Finally, she turned and looked a question at my 
mom.

"It's all right with me," Mom said.

"This is an _exception_," Elizabeth stressed to her daughter. "A 
special occasion. Okay?"

"Thank you, Mom," Leah gushed. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." 
With that, she practically lunged at me.

"Hey there! Not so fast," Gina said, fending off her sister.

"But...."

"Leah...," her mother warned.

"Why don't we have a mother-daughter party?" Susan suggested, the 
voice of reason. "Beth and Erin can tag-team Chris--"

Mom and Erin grinned at each other, while Chris tried to look 
scared. They didn't buy it.

"--and you and your mom," Susan continued, to Leah, "can find out 
if David's man enough for two women at once."

"Oh, he is," Mom assured Susan.

"But what about Paul?" Leah asked. Then she glanced at Susan. 
"Oh."

"Mmm hmm," Susan said. "I thought Gina and I would see if Paul 
can handle both of us."

"D'you think you can, ahem, _do it_, big boy?" Gina asked, even 
white teeth flashing in challenge.

Leah started to protest, but at a sharp look from her mother, she 
fell silent. Then Elizabeth gestured for her daughter to come 
close. I was near enough to overhear.

"Don't you think David is sexy?" Elizabeth asked.

Leah nodded sullenly. "Yeah, but Paul--"

"No 'buts,'" Elizabeth cautioned.

Leah fell silent.

"You _know_ how much David shoots when he comes. I know you like 
the taste," Elizabeth said. "After all, you're a Coulter woman." 
When Leah didn't react, Elizabeth continued, softly, but with 
steel in her voice. "Leah, if Susan and Gina want to have sex 
with Paul, then that's the way it's going to be. Paul is _Gina's_ 
boyfriend. You know how we do things... the women make the rules."

Leah reluctantly nodded.

"Besides, it's Susan's only night here, and you're being 
childish."

Leah started to bristle, but her mother cut her off with a 
gesture.

"If you don't stop pouting," Elizabeth said, "I'm going to change 
my mind about letting you participate. Do you understand me, 
young lady?"

Around the hot tub, idle conversation continued, everyone 
pointedly ignoring the mother-daughter tete-a-tete. I was looking 
at anything _but_ Leah and Elizabeth--and I'd even made a few 
inane contributions to the conversation around me--but I was 
riveted to the drama next to me, of course.

"But, Mom...." Leah half-whined.

"_Leah!_ Stop and think about what you're doing. David knows you 
want to have sex with Paul. How do you think it makes him feel to 
know he's your second choice? How would it make _you_ feel?"

"Not very good," Leah answered after a moment.

"Precisely. That's not very polite."

Leah silently agreed.

"And you know how I feel about rudeness," Elizabeth warned.

"Yes, Mom," Leah said in resignation.

"Then you have a choice. You can change your attitude and decide 
to enjoy yourself, or...."

"Or?" Leah asked, although she probably knew the answer.

"Or you can go up to the house and sit in your room. The choice 
is yours."

Leah sighed. Then, "But, Mom, I just wanna--"

"I know, dear," Elizabeth interrupted, her voice comforting. "But 
I have it on good authority--" she flicked her eyes to my mom, 
who briefly met them, "--that David thinks you're very sexy."

"He _does?!_"

"Mmm hmm," Elizabeth answered. "He told me that you're tempting 
enough to break the rules for."

"He did?"

I didn't think Dad had said anything of the sort--it wasn't like 
him--but Leah didn't know that, and it was a harmless fiction, 
used to divert her attention.

"Mmm hmm," Elizabeth continued. "He's a very good lover, and he 
_does_ shoot a lot when he comes."

Leah nodded with growing enthusiasm. "He does," she mused.

"Besides," Elizabeth added, the coup de grace, "I think you're 
probably old enough to have sex with him."

"_Real_ sex?" Leah asked, suddenly _very_ excited. "Not just a 
blowjob?"

"Real sex," Elizabeth confirmed. "That is, if you can convince 
him you want to."

"'_Want_ to'?!" Leah repeated. "Of _course_ I want to. God, I'm 
so horny, I'm ready to explode."

With that, Leah and Elizabeth turned to look at my dad.

Around us, the conversation died, as if on cue. (We were all 
paying attention to the byplay, of course.)

"Uh-oh," Chris said comically, "you're a marked man, David."

My dad made a show of looking nervous. Then he grinned, as self-
assured as I'd ever seen him.

Mother and daughter waded across the hot tub to him.

When I looked at Gina, she smiled.

"God," she said quietly, "that was brilliant."

I nodded.

"Maybe turning into my mother isn't such a bad thing after all."

"She _is_ sexy," I said, grinning impishly.

"_You_ are incorrigible," Gina shot back. Then she pinched my 
ribs.

"Hey! That hurt."

"And I'll do it again if you don't behave," Gina said, repeating 
her mother's words from earlier. Then she flashed me the same 
sweet Elizabeth-smile. "Do you want me to kiss it and make it 
better?"

"I want you to kiss lower," I said.

"I think that can be arranged," Susan said, sliding to my left. 
Then she and Gina shared a conspiratorial look. "I just love 
these little hot tub soirees, don't you?" she asked Gina.

"I do indeed," Gina replied. "You meet the most fascinating 
people."

"Like this young man, for instance," Susan said, as if I weren't 
there. "An excellent specimen of manhood: handsome, strong, 
virile."

Gina nodded at each word.

"But is he good in bed?" Susan asked rhetorically. "So many 
handsome young men don't know what to do with a woman."

"Or _two_," Gina added.

"My point exactly," Susan agreed. Then, completely straight-
faced, "Do you think we should give him a try? It'd be an awfully 
big risk."

My eyes flew wide. "I'll show you a 'big risk,'" I said. Then I 
stood suddenly and scooped Susan into my arms, ignoring her yelp 
of feigned indignation. With that, I simply stepped onto the hot 
tub seat, and from there to the deck itself. My erection bobbed 
gently and water steamed from our bodies in the cold night air as 
I looked down at Gina. "If you want to take a big risk too, you'd 
better get your butt outta that hot tub."

"Yes, pitter-pat man," she replied, her eyes laughing.

At that point, I spared a glance at the people remaining in the 
hot tub; they were staring at me and grinning. I rolled my eyes 
for effect. "You see what I have to put up with?" I asked 
facetiously.

Everyone burst into laughter.

"You _are_ incorrigible," Gina said, standing beside me. "But 
it's cold out here. Let's head inside." Then she scampered toward 
the guesthouse, not bothering with a towel.

"You heard her, pitter-pat man," Susan teased, trying to look 
innocent.

"'Big risk,' my ass," I jokingly muttered as I followed Gina. 
"I'll show you a 'big risk.'"

"I was hoping you would," Susan replied with a grin. "Several 
times."

Once inside the guesthouse, we found towels and dried off. Then I 
draped a dry towel over the loveseat and sat down. Gina and Susan 
nudged my legs apart and sat on the floor between them.

With that, Susan began kissing the tip of my dick while Gina 
tongued my balls. A few minutes later, I looked up as the outside 
door opened; Mom, Erin, and Chris entered.

"Where're the others?" I asked.

"Trying to freeze your father," Mom said.

"Did you see his teeth chattering?" Chris asked her, chuckling.

Mom nodded. "He won't say anything about it though."

Gina sat up and turned. "Has Leah got him trapped?" she asked.

Chris and Mom shared a grin.

"In a manner of speaking," Mom elaborated.

Susan stopped sucking me and looked up. (She kept her hand on my 
cock, though, stroking it gently.)

"A horny young woman can be... _persuasive_," Mom said.

"Especially a _Coulter_ woman," Gina agreed. "I mean, I remember 
how I was at her age. If I hadn't had Paul, I think I would've 
gone nuts."

"She still doesn't have a steady boyfriend?" Susan asked.

Mom and Erin shook their heads at the same time.

"She just needs some self-confidence," Mom said as she directed 
Chris to sit on the couch.

"Is that what David calls it these days?" Chris teased. "So I 
guess he's--" dramatic pause, "--_instilling confidence_ in her?"

Susan smirked but then looked a question at my mom.

"Well," Mom said, "let's say that she's discovered his 
'confidence' and she's busy instilling it for herself."

Erin giggled.

I could picture Leah frantically fucking my father. I silently 
chuckled at the thought.

At that point, Mom and Erin sat on either side of Chris, and Mom 
began playing with his dick, stroking him back to hardness.

"Elizabeth seems to have things well in hand," she said.

"So do you," Chris quipped.

Mom rolled her eyes. "I meant with _Leah_," she said.

"I was just making an observation," he said, trying to sound 
innocent.

"Take over for me," Mom said to Erin, indicating Chris's dick. 
When Erin started stroking Chris, Mom rose on the couch. "Here," 
she said to him, aiming her breast at his mouth, "this should 
keep you quiet."

With a roguish grin, Chris wrapped his lips around my mom's 
nipple.

"Now," Mom began, "as I was saying... Elizabeth seems to have 
things-- Oh... ooh, keep doing that." (Chris had begun playing with 
my mom's pussy, distracting her.) "What was I saying?" she asked, 
only half joking.

Erin grinned at me.

Chris used his thumb to tease my mom's clit, and she stopped 
talking altogether.

With that, Susan and Gina turned back to me. Smiling, they picked 
up where they'd left off.

I watched Chris, Mom, and Erin for a few minutes, but then 
suddenly returned my attention to Susan, who had taken my cock 
into the back of her throat. Her nostrils flared as she took a 
deep breath. Then she swallowed my remaining length in one slow 
lunge.

When I felt her lips close around the base of my shaft, I 
groaned. Then I closed my eyes in ecstasy and rested my head on 
the back of the loveseat. I felt Gina crawl onto the cushion 
beside me. She leaned close, her warm breasts pressing into my 
side.

"I love watching Susan suck you," she whispered in my ear. "I 
just wish I could take you that deep."

"I don't care how deep you can take me... ahh," I grunted as Susan 
worked her tongue over the base of my dick. "Oh, that _is_ nice."

"I make up for it in enthusiasm," Gina said softly.

I nodded.

"Now, while she's sucking, I need to kiss you." Before I could 
answer, Gina crushed her lips into mine, whimpering with growing 
passion.

I cupped her ass and pulled her closer. After kissing for several 
minutes, I slouched down on the couch. Susan adjusted without 
missing a beat--a lick?--and I lifted Gina. It took her a moment 
to figure out what I wanted, but after a little direction, she 
stood on the cushions and straddled my face.

As Susan sucked my cock, I nuzzled Gina's shaved labia and began 
teasing her with my tongue. She braced herself on the wall behind 
the loveseat, but I still used my arms to support her.

I licked her for a few minutes, sucking her clit and buzzing it 
with my lips. Then I pulled back and gazed at her pussy, dark and 
puffy with arousal. I spared a glance at the couch, where Erin 
was on her knees, sucking Chris as he kissed my mom. I smiled to 
myself and then turned my attention back to Gina's pussy.

Over the next fifteen minutes, Susan worked me into a frenzy. She 
laved her tongue over my shaft, teasing me with gentle bites. She 
planted kisses along my length, rubbing the skin of my manhood 
over her face. She sucked me gently, her lips caressing my hard-
on. She took me into the back of her throat and her breath 
tickled my pubic hair.

While she did that, I teased Gina with lips, tongue, and fingers. 
I sucked her inner labia into my mouth and flicked them with my 
tongue. I buzzed my lips against her hooded clit. I dragged the 
tip of my tongue between her inner and outer lips, driving her 
wild. I shoved first one, then two fingers into her pussy, 
feeling the inner ridges, making her squirm. I crooked my 
fingertips, pressing her G-spot. She tried to collapse when the 
pleasure grew too great, but I held her above me.

By the time I was ready to come, my face was covered in Gina's 
juices and she'd begun to quiver with the first twinges of her 
own orgasm. Susan's head bobbed up and down over my cock as she 
took long, luxurious strokes, taking me deep and then dragging 
her lips over my turgid length.

I was going to climax before Gina did--I knew her body well 
enough to recognize the signs, and I knew that it would be 
impossible for me to delay my own release--so I went into a 
holding pattern with Gina. I kept her on the verge of orgasm, 
teasing her clit but never driving her over the edge.

Then I concentrated on what Susan was doing. She sensed my 
impending orgasm and began pumping my cock with her fist, her 
lips wrapped around the crown. I groaned softly as my erection 
swelled in her mouth, the long buildup to orgasm coming to 
fruition.

With an explosive grunt, my legs went stiff as the first spurt of 
semen coursed up my shaft. Susan cried out in a combination of 
surprise and joy when I blasted a stream of hot, white come down 
her throat. She kept pumping me, milking my cock for the next 
spurt, which she quickly swallowed. Two more spurts followed, and 
then the flow slowed to pulsing gushes.

A minute or two later, I had recovered to the point where I could 
refocus on Gina's pussy. In the meantime, Susan kept sucking me, 
nursing my slowly deflating cock. I shifted into high gear with 
my tongue, waggling it through Gina's slippery folds. She half-
shrieked and clutched at my head with one hand, her fingers 
twined through my hair almost painfully.

I crooked my fingertips and pressed her G-spot again. She 
shrieked, and threatened to pull clumps of hair out by the roots. 
When I surrounded the hard pearl of her clit with my lips and 
began buzzing, she tried to suffocate me by shoving her pussy at 
my face. I angled my neck so I could breathe and kept going.

Her pussy contracted around my invading fingers, the contractions 
quickly growing into full-fledged spasms. Finally, she cried out 
and arched her back. Her weight shifted, but I quickly adjusted, 
holding her above me as I relentlessly tongued her clit. A flood 
of warmth and wetness gushed around my fingers, but I kept right 
on sucking the bead of her clit.

Her orgasm lasted for almost a minute, and she had several 
smaller aftershocks before she pushed my mouth away from her 
hyper-sensitive clit. When she finally collapsed and sagged 
against the wall, I withdrew my fingers from within her. Then I 
grinned; the skin on my fingertips was wrinkled from being inside 
her so long.

Since Susan was still sucking my half-hard cock, I gently lowered 
Gina. I held her high on my chest, though, her legs straddling my 
midsection, her breasts framing my face. She embraced my head and 
kissed the top of it, murmuring soft endearments.

I couldn't see Susan, but I could feel what she was doing: as she 
sucked me, she was playing with her clit. I'd seen her do it 
often enough that I could picture it in my mind. (She liked to 
have a dick in her mouth when she climaxed.)

My cock wasn't rock hard, but she didn't seem to mind. She wasn't 
really sucking me so much as _suckling_ me, nursing my cock for 
the sensations it gave _her_. Nonetheless, I pictured her in my 
mind, her breasts brushing my legs as her head slowly bobbed up 
and down over my manhood.

As I listened to her breathing and soft moans, I could imagine 
her expression, her face beginning to turn red as she held her 
breath. Finally, she clamped her lips around my shaft and then 
stopped sucking. I could almost feel her orgasm building, the 
sensations transmitted through my dick.

A moment later, she let out an explosive breath, a sort of cough 
around my cock. Then she groaned, deep in her chest. I clenched 
my buttocks and made my shaft swell in her mouth. Because I 
wasn't fully hard, it didn't work as well as I'd hoped, but she 
moaned in appreciation anyway.

Finally, she let my cock slip from her mouth and then sat back, 
panting. I couldn't see her at the moment, but I'd seen the same 
thing often enough to know her reaction.

"I love you, pitter-pat man," Gina said quietly from above. Then 
she kissed the top of my head again, her soft breasts caressing 
my cheeks.

I couldn't breathe, but I didn't really care.

When Gina released me, I let her slide to the loveseat next to 
me. Susan, looking logy and sated, joined us. With all three of 
us, the loveseat was full, but I certainly didn't mind having two 
nude women crowding me.

In front of the couch, Mom, Erin, and Chris were still going at 
it. Chris was on his back, while Mom straddled his hips, rocking 
up and down on his erection. Erin straddled his face. The dark 
blonde hair of her pussy was damp and matted from her arousal and 
his ministrations.

While we watched, Erin leaned forward and began playing with 
Mom's nipples. When Mom didn't object, Erin grew bolder. She 
captured a swaying nipple, her pink tongue swirling around it. 
Mom groaned softly and increased her rocking pace, tilting her 
hips to rub her clit against the base of Chris's cock. At the 
same time, Chris's tongue went into overdrive, licking and 
sucking the folds of Erin's pussy.

After several frantic minutes, Erin shuddered in release. She let 
Mom's nipple slip from her lips. Then she arched her back and 
cupped her own breasts, her blonde hair swinging behind her as 
she shuddered in ecstasy. Finally, her orgasm subsided and she 
sagged to the floor, panting.

Chris, his face covered in pussy juice, grinned at Mom and 
immediately rolled her over. With her legs in the air, he began 
pounding into her. Mom played with her pussy as he did, her 
fingers moving in tight circles over her clit. She reached the 
point of no return before he did, crying out as waves of pleasure 
wracked her body.

When Chris was ready to come, he pulled out and began stroking 
his cock. Erin crawled forward as the first spurt arced from his 
shaft. It landed between Mom's heaving breasts. The next spurt 
was weaker, but still managed to spatter my mom's stomach with 
pearly droplets of semen.

Erin rubbed it into Mom's skin as Chris sat back on his haunches, 
his chest heaving from the exertion. Mom put her hand on Erin's 
leg and smiled up at her. Then she sagged back to the floor, 
exhausted.

I'd long ago gotten over the sheer weirdness at seeing my mother 
have sex, but it still gave me a secret thrill, especially since 
Erin had joined in. When Susan looked at me, she raised an 
eyebrow in question.

I don't know what she was asking, exactly, but I'm sure my blush 
was answer enough.

-----

Dad, Elizabeth, and Leah eventually came in from the cold. Leah 
had a silly grin on her face, but Elizabeth looked perturbed.

"...but if you freeze your partner to death," she was saying to her 
daughter, "it won't matter _how_ much fun you were having at the 
time."

"Yes, Mom," Leah said, trying to look apologetic, although her 
goofy smile belied her contrition. Then she turned serious. "I 
didn't realize how cold he was," she added.

Dad didn't exactly have icicles hanging from him, but his lips 
_were_ blue, and he was obviously suppressing shivers.

"I think I'm going to take a hot shower to wash off the chlorine, 
and to warm up," Dad said. Then he turned to Leah. "You wanna 
join me?"

Her eyes immediately lit up.

"I don't know if I'm ready for round two," he said as they 
started toward the bathroom, "but that doesn't mean we can't fool 
around."

"What happened?" Chris asked when we heard the bathroom door shut 
behind them.

Elizabeth explained that Leah had spent most of the time in the 
hot tub itself, while my dad had been perched on the edge. His 
feet and legs had been in the water, but his upper body hadn't. 
Even when Leah wanted to fuck him, she had simply stood on the 
seat, turned around, and lowered herself onto his cock. When she 
got cold, of course, she slipped into the hot water and resumed 
sucking him. According to Elizabeth, Leah had done that several 
times.

Dad hadn't uttered a word of complaint, but Elizabeth could tell 
that he was uncomfortable. And she knew well enough that 
uncomfortable men rarely reach orgasm (a fact her daughter didn't 
seem to realize, since she was having so much fun switching 
between sucking and fucking).

Elizabeth had suggested that my dad sit in the water itself while 
Leah rode him. Dad didn't get completely warm, but the bubbling 
water had done wonders for his libido. He had finally come inside 
Leah, at which point Elizabeth suggested a change in venue.

"I swear," Elizabeth said at last, "that girl is going to be the 
death of me."

"And my husband," Mom joked.

"Your mother always said you'd have the daughters you deserved," 
Chris teased his wife.

"You old terrier," she said to him, "don't blame me. She gets it 
from both of us; you're just as horny as I am."

"But I know when to come in out of the cold."

"Then teach our daughter that," she shot back. Then she took a 
deep, calming breath. After a moment, she smiled. "Oh, I suspect 
David will survive."

Mom nodded.

"But Leah might've invented a new kind of blue balls," Chris 
deadpanned.

"I don't think _any_ man is in danger of having blue balls around 
Leah," Elizabeth said. "That is, if she can just overcome her 
shyness." For a moment, she was silent. Then she stood up 
suddenly. "I'd better go rescue David," she said. "Besides, Leah 
needs to learn to share." With a feigned sigh of weary 
determination, she said, "My work is never done."

We chuckled as she headed toward the bathroom, for her daughter's 
education as well as her own enjoyment, of course.

-----

We spent the next hour enjoying ourselves. Susan and Gina got me 
hard again, and I took turns fucking them from behind as they 
bent over the loveseat. On the couch, Mom and Erin double-teamed 
Chris.

Erin didn't have sex with Chris, which I thought was odd. During 
a break, she and I were in the kitchen together--alone--so I 
asked her about it.

"Oh, that," she said, almost offhand. "I'm saving myself for 
Sean."

"I thought you... I mean, he was here for your birthday, right?" I 
asked, a little confused.

"Yeah, but we didn't have time to do it. I mean, c'mon, his 
parents were here, and a bunch of my friends, and everybody. 
Besides, I don't want some wham, bam, thank you ma'am kinda 
thing. I want to take my time and enjoy myself. I mean, it _is_ 
my first time, you know."

I gave her a bemused nod.

"Well, what did you expect?" she asked.

"I guess I thought you two would... you know... do it."

She shook her head. "I did find time to suck him off three or 
four times," she said. Then she started counting on her fingers. 
"Three," she announced. "Yeah, three. The fourth time doesn't 
count, 'cause he didn't come. I guess I wore him out," she added, 
beaming.

I laughed and then put my arm around her.

She hugged me tight. Then, "Mom's right, you _are_ losing 
weight."

"It's just a couple of pounds," I said tightly. "I mean, I don't 
_ever_ wanna be pudgy again."

"Whatever," Erin said. "Just take care of yourself, big brother."

"Yes, little sister."

With that, we rejoined the group in the living room.

"Leah and your dad are in the bedroom on the right," Gina said as 
I sat down. "Since I'm going to have you all next week," she 
added, referring to our families' ski trip, "I thought it might 
be a treat for Leah to have two guys at once. I haven't said 
anything to her, though, because I wanted to talk to you first. 
So, what do you think?"

I shrugged noncommittally.

"Well," she continued, "I'm kinda worn out from flying all day. I 
mean, I _did_ wake up this morning in Vermont. And I think Susan 
is pretty tired too."

I nodded.

"You look like you're not all that worn out," she said, "so I 
thought...."

In reality, I _was_ still horny. But I didn't want to desert 
Gina. When I started to speak, she silenced me with a look.

"Don't worry about me," she said. "I'm fine. You're still 
spending the night, right?"

I nodded.

"Then we'll have tomorrow morning, after I've had a good night's 
rest. I know it's been a week since we've slept together, but I 
haven't forgotten a certain morning hard-on that always wakes me 
up."

I felt my face heating.

"Go on, have fun with Leah. Besides," she added, shooting a sly 
glance at Elizabeth, "I think my mom'll join you."

I followed her eyes to where Elizabeth was sitting on the floor 
next to my mom, chatting.

"Leah's kinda monopolized your dad," Gina said, "so I think my 
mom'll want the attention. After all, she _is_ a Coulter woman, 
you know."

"Oh, I know," I said with a grin.

"I'll be here when you get back," Gina said.

I gave her a kiss and then headed for the bedroom.

There, Leah was on her back, her legs in the air as my father 
pumped into her. He looked like he was having a good time, but he 
also looked a little tired.

"Care for some company?" I asked.

Leah's eyes snapped open when my dad stopped thrusting. When she 
gave me a blank look, I repeated my question. Her eyes widened 
and she immediately nodded.

As my dad resumed thrusting, I knelt next to Leah's head and let 
her suck me. As soon as I reached full erection, Dad and I 
switched positions. Even though my dad's dick was longer than 
mine, I thought mine was thicker, if only by a little. Leah 
seemed to agree with my assessment; she put a restraining hand on 
my abdomen as I entered her.

For the next ten minutes, Leah sucked my dad while I fucked her. 
When Elizabeth joined us, my dad seemed grateful for the break. 
He lay on his back and fondled her breasts while she straddled 
him, gently rocking her hips. Leah tried to pull me deeper into 
her pussy, her hands on my ass as I pounded into her.

We switched positions several times before I was ready to come 
(Elizabeth had long since swallowed my dad's load, and they had 
returned to the living room). When I reached the point of no 
return, I pulled out and started stroking my cock.

Leah half sat up, her mouth seeking my swollen manhood. She 
wrapped her lips around the glans just as the first spurt arced 
out. Since it was my fourth orgasm of the night, I didn't shoot 
much, but she didn't complain.

My dick was too sensitive for her to keep sucking, though, so I 
pulled back. Then I reached between her legs and teased her 
slippery pussy, driving her toward an orgasm of her own. After 
less than a minute, she stiffened and cried out in pleasure, her 
climax overwhelming her. Finally, she sagged to the bed and 
glanced up at me, her eyelids heavy. Then she licked her lips, 
tasting an errant drop of semen.

"I still say it isn't as good as pussy," she said, "but Mom's 
right, it _does_ taste good."

I merely laughed and flopped onto the bed beside her.

-----

Since Gina was so tired, we went to bed shortly before midnight. 
Leah and Erin spent the night in Leah's room, while my parents 
and Susan stayed in the guesthouse (_after_ the women changed the 
bed linens, of course).

True to Gina's prediction, my morning hard-on woke her, and she 
reacted by crawling between my legs and sucking me awake. In 
languid silence, I lay there and simply enjoyed myself as she 
fellated me.

At breakfast, Leah started flirting with me, but Gina quietly 
reminded her that the previous night had been a special occasion. 
Earlier, Gina had told me that she and her mother had talked 
about it, and agreed that Leah shouldn't have an "easy" source 
for sex (_me_, in other words). Consequently, Elizabeth sat down 
at the breakfast table and reinforced the "special occasion" 
message.

"Fine," Leah said. "I'll just have to find my _own_ boyfriend."

The other women at the table all shared a covert glance.

"And I _won't_ share him with you," Leah finished, glaring at 
Gina.

For her part, Gina took her sister's petulance in stride, since 
she saw her mother's guiding hand at work. I merely chuckled to 
myself, a semi-clueless pawn in Leah's education.

After breakfast, we took Susan to the airport. She had shipped 
most of her sons' Christmas presents before she left South 
Carolina, so she only had her regular luggage. After a round of 
hugs and kisses, she boarded the plane with a final wave.

Around two o'clock, Gina and I managed to find a quiet spot--in 
the guesthouse--where we could be alone.

"When do you have to go to Chattanooga?" she asked.

"I need to leave by four," I said, looking at my watch. "We're 
having dinner at six. Why?"

She shrugged. Then, "I meant what I said about trying to work 
things out with Kendall. I know how much you love her."

I nodded.

"I used to, too," she mused. Then she bit her lower lip. "I don't 
know if I still do, but you're important to me, and you _do_ love 
her. So...," she said, trailing off meaningfully.

"Thanks."

"I miss the way things used to be," she said. "I guess I got 
spoiled, having you to myself all the time."

I didn't nod, but I didn't contradict her either.

"Anyway," she continued, "I guess I can be friends with Kendall." 
Then she turned introspective. "Although she's not really my 
type. I mean, I don't even really remember _why_ I wanted her to 
join us. Sure, she's sexy, but...."

_But what?_ I wondered.

"I dunno," Gina finished, as uncertain as I was. "I guess we've 
changed."

I nodded.

"Still, I hope you enjoy yourself tonight."

"Thanks."

"What time do you think you'll be home?"

"My parents laid down the law," I said. It was rare for them to 
make specific demands, but in this case, they had. "Since it's 
Christmas Eve, they want me home by midnight."

Gina nodded.

"So I'll probably leave there by ten o'clock, ten thirty at the 
latest."

"I was hoping I could spend the night with you, but there's no 
way my parents'll let me. Not on Christmas Eve."

I wordlessly agreed.

"But I'll see you tomorrow," she said. "And then we're off to 
Utah on Saturday," she continued, "so I've got you for a week. I 
guess I can spare you for one night, especially for your 
girlfriend. But Paul...."

I raised my eyebrows, inviting her to continue.

"Just remember that I'm your _first_ girlfriend. Okay?"

"Okay," I said softly, hugging her tight.

"Thank you, pitter-pat man," she whispered.

-----

When four o'clock rolled around, I loaded Christmas presents in 
the Jeep and headed north. Since Gina seemed far more 
conciliatory about the situation with our three-way relationship, 
I felt good. Kendall still had a major hurdle to overcome--
realizing that Gina wasn't like all Greeks--but I had faith in 
her. After all, she loved me, so I hoped she'd be willing to at 
least talk to Gina.

As I drove, I thought about how things had been between us, 
before college. The three of us had been happy together. I 
desperately wanted us to be happy again, and Gina's new attitude 
gave me hope.

Maybe I wouldn't have to make a choice after all.

Maybe, just maybe.

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