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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 4: Christy
Part: Chapter 01
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a young man whose family
spends their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: MF, mff, teen, oral, voy
Revision: 1.0
Word Count: 11,841
Web Site: http://www.nickscipio.com/summercamp/book4/
FTP Site: ftp://ftp.nickscipio.com/summercamp/book4/
Discussion Forum: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Scipio_Forum/

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                        STANDARD DISCLAIMER

This story 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.

This story is a work of fiction. All characters and events
portrayed in it are fictional, and any resemblance to real people
or incidents is purely coincidental. The author does not
necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities described.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without
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Summer Camp - Book 4: Christy
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER ONE

The phone rang.

It rang again, and I blinked to clear my head.

I turned as it rang a third time, but my thoughts were still in
the past. When I finally picked up the receiver, I heard my wife
talking to Leah, so I quietly hung up.

After a long moment I turned back to my drafting table. I'd been
sitting in front of an elevation drawing full of lines and
numbers and symbols. I had the full-color artist's rendering
somewhere, but I didn't need it. I could see the finished
building in my head. That was my gift. Mozart heard symphonies--I
saw buildings.

I focused on the drawing for the first time in... hours. I'd been
sitting at my table since mid-afternoon, but I hadn't really been
_here_. I'd been thinking about the past. About college. I smiled
sardonically. I'd made a lot of mistakes--I shook my head at the
sheer stupidity of some of them--but I'd also grown up. A lot.

I turned as my wife entered the room.

"That was Leah on the phone," she said. "She wanted to make sure
we knew."

I nodded. Then I tried to smile, but it was tinged with grief. My
wife's answering smile was an echo of my own. I've always been
amazed by how we could communicate without actually speaking. My
parents did the same thing. I guess I was more like them than I
wanted to admit, but maybe that wasn't such a bad thing after
all.

My wife gently prodded me from my silence. "You've been in your
own little world, haven't you?" She saw the truth in my eyes.

"How's Leah?" I finally asked.

"She's still in shock. We all are. But she's doing the only thing
she can."

I met her eyes. _Life goes on,_ I answered silently.

She nodded. "She and Mark and the kids are flying out tomorrow
afternoon."

I sighed and threatened to turn introspective again.

"It's six o'clock," my wife continued. It was a gentle reminder.
"I need to pick up Susie and go to the grocery store. You need
to--"

"Pick up Emily and get Laurie from practice," I finished. Then I
smiled, although it was more for myself than my wife. She
understood. We both had things to do, errands to run, lives to
live.

Life goes on.

I grew thoughtful on the short drive to Trip's house. The air
conditioner labored to cool the big SUV, but I hardly noticed the
heat. Summer is hot. I felt a stab of bitter anger--summer is
hot, and people die. It was a fact of life. I didn't have to like
it, but I'd have to live with it.

Trip was throwing a baseball with his son when I pulled up. They
both waved, and Trip tossed the ball to Davis. The boy--now a
young man, all arms and legs--headed toward his pitching net. As
Trip approached, he saw my expression and grew concerned.

"Is everything okay?"

When I told him, he let out a breath like someone had kicked him
in the chest. I knew the feeling. He asked how I was holding up,
and recognized my answer for the lie that it was. Thankfully, he
let it go, so I told him about the funeral plans.

"Are you going to fly yourself?" he asked.

I nodded. "I thought we'd take the King Air, so you and Wren and
the kids can go with us."

"Okay. When?"

I sketched out the plans as we walked through the garage. I
dropped my voice when we entered the house, but Emily and Missy
must've been upstairs. Wren heard the tone of our conversation
and her eyes darted to me. She hugged me tight when I told her.
Trip put his arms around both of us and we stood in silence.

The sound of feet pounding down the stairs finally thrust us
apart. Wren wiped her eyes and forced a smile. She touched my arm
with a familiar, tender gesture. Then we had to put on our adult
faces as the girls burst into the kitchen.

"What's going on?" Emily asked. She'd begun to pay attention to
grown-up emotions. Worse, she wasn't the quiet people-watcher her
sister Laurie was. Instead, she asked direct questions and wanted
direct answers. I couldn't give her one. Not yet, at least.

"Just waiting for you," I said.

Fortunately, she was too well-mannered to quiz me. Her mother had
a strict rule about being polite.

We said goodbye and headed out to the car. Emily climbed into the
passenger seat and gave me a speculative look. I preempted her
questions by asking her to pick the radio station. She chose hip-
hop, and I let her turn the volume up.

Ten minutes later, we pulled into the parking lot to wait for
Laurie. She emerged from the building with a gaggle of other
girls. When she saw us, she smiled and waved. She had my wife's
complexion, but her cheeks were rosy from the sun.

"Cool music, Dad," she half-shouted as she climbed into the back
seat.

I turned the radio down. Emily frowned, but didn't object.

"Thanks for picking me up," Laurie said in a more normal tone.

"Dad's Taxi," I joked, "at your service."

I didn't want to lapse into silence, since it would give me too
much time to think. Besides, Emily might decide to ask questions
after all. Laurie didn't need to--she could read me like a book.
So we talked about everyday things on the short drive home.
Fortunately, the girls headed to their rooms when we got there. I
sank into my office chair and let my mind wander. It wandered to
the past, of course.

Most of the things I learned in college were routine, part of the
background. But some were Life Lessons, with capital letters.
Perhaps the most important was that I couldn't coast through
life. Oh, I tried. Believe me, I tried. But it always ran me
over, and I guess I got tired of cruising on autopilot.

Another Lesson was the difference between learning and being
taught. In retrospect, my life before college had been easy.
People taught me how to speak, how to act, how to live. I had my
parents and Susan. I had other teachers, some old, some young.
They picked me up when I fell, and they told me the right things
to do when I screwed up. But I don't think I really _learned_
anything until I had to do it for myself.

In college, no one was there to pick me up or tell me how to fix
things. It took me a while, but I actually began to learn from my
mistakes. My wife helped, of course, but I still had to convince
her that I'd grown up. It probably took a lot longer than it
should've, but Rome wasn't built in a day either.

-----

In the summer of 1982, our two-car caravan returned from
Knoxville. My first year of college was officially over, and I
was home again. Half of my things were in the back of my mother's
station wagon, and half were in the back of my Land Cruiser. The
blue and white Toyota might've been ugly, but it had far more
room than my old Jeep.

At the thought of the Jeep, I felt a surge of anger. I vividly
remembered the spray paint and slashed tires and top. I seethed
for a moment at the people who'd done it, but then I tried to put
things in perspective. Losing my car was trivial compared to
losing Gina. She'd been a part of my life for so long that I
still felt an ache in the pit of my stomach.

Gina and Regan were already in Los Angeles. They had an
apartment, and were enrolled at UCLA for the fall. By some minor
miracle--and Gina's basic good nature--we were still friends. I
didn't particularly like Regan, but we'd made peace with each
other.

When I realized I was staring into space, I blinked and focused
on the present. Thinking about the past wasn't going to help.
Besides, I had another girlfriend waiting for me in Chattanooga.

_She's my_ only _girlfriend,_ I reminded myself. _Not "another."_

Most guys didn't have two girlfriends at once. I did--_had_, at
least--for several years. Gina had been my first girlfriend, and
Kendall the second. Unfortunately, our three-way bliss came to a
drawn out, painful end when Gina and I went to college.

Kendall was ahead of us in school, and had already spent two
years at the University of Tennessee. Unfortunately, she hoped
Gina would go to UCLA instead of coming to UT. I probably
could've done more to make peace between the two girls, but I was
too wrapped up in my own world. So Gina had made other friends.

With a bitter huff, I realized that I was brooding again. I knew
I had to do better, but saying so was a whole lot easier than
_doing_ it. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. My parents
were looking at me expectantly, so I unbuckled the seat belt and
stepped out of the car.

I'd spent _days_ packing my belongings, but we unloaded both cars
in less than an hour. My old bedroom looked strange with my
things piled in the middle, as though the room belonged to
someone else.

While my dad went to pick up pizza, my mom watered the plants.
With a start, I realized that my family had been away from the
house for nearly a month already.

Before I went off to college, we spent our summers at a nudist
camp. The rest of my family still did, but it hit me that I
wasn't a part of that anymore. Surprisingly, I didn't feel a
major sense of loss. I had plenty of fond memories, but none so
strong that I couldn't leave them in the past.

"Penny for your thoughts," Mom said as she refilled her watering
can. She seemed happy to be home again, if only for a day or two.

"I was just thinking about camp," I said. "I don't really miss it
as much as I thought I would." I shrugged. "I mean, I'm looking
forward to spending a few days there, but I guess I'm more
excited about working on the houses."

"You're not a boy anymore." Mom said. "You're still playing with
blocks, though. They're just bigger blocks these days."

I felt my brow furrow.

"Something you did when you were little," she half-explained.

I rolled my eyes, but I secretly enjoyed her nostalgic
expression.

When my dad returned with dinner, we ate quietly. We watched TV
for a while, but we were all tired, so we said goodnight and went
to bed. I hadn't slept in my old room in months, and it took me a
while to fall asleep. As I stared at the dark ceiling, my
thoughts wandered.

I hoped Gina was happy. I _knew_ Kendall was--she had me to
herself. I missed her already, but I'd see her in a few days. We
wouldn't have long together, though. After the Fourth of July
weekend, I had to leave camp and go to work.

Trip and I would have our hands full with the houses. We had two
months to completely renovate all three. He seemed confident, but
I had my doubts. I also had a _lot_ of money riding on his
confidence, as well as my parent's trust (not to mention a second
mortgage on _their_ house). Still, I trusted Trip more than
anyone in the world.

_Well, almost anyone,_ I thought. I trusted Susan, too. We
weren't lovers anymore, and I thought I should feel more
disappointed than I did. Sometimes I missed having sex with her,
but our relationship had changed. We were _more_ than lovers now.
I tried to explain it to myself, but couldn't.

I felt the same way about Gina, although I couldn't explain
_that_ either. Kendall could probably describe it in
psychological terms, but I knew I shouldn't mention my feelings
to her. She had her claws out where Gina was concerned.

In the end, I didn't really _want_ an explanation. I knew how I
felt, which was all that mattered. I loved Susan, and I loved
Gina. I was happy that our relationships had moved beyond sex. I
didn't understand it any more than before, but at least I knew
that they'd always be part of my life. That gave me more comfort
than anything else, and I finally drifted off to sleep.

-----

I didn't need to pack much for a week at the Pines, so I left
most of my things piled in my old bedroom. I threw a pair of
shorts and a T-shirt into my backpack, just in case. Then I added
my toiletries, my favorite beach towel, and a couple of books (a
fraction of my summer reading list). I'd need more of my things
for the two months I'd be living with Trip in Franklin, but I
didn't see the need to haul things all the way to South Carolina
and back again.

The family plane was still in South Carolina, so I left my car in
Atlanta and rode to camp with my parents. Dad and I would fly
back to Atlanta when it was time for me to drive to Tennessee.
The flight would save me almost five hours on the road. Besides,
I'd get some cross-country time.

In the meantime I lounged in the backseat of the station wagon
and tried to read. To break the monotony, I offered to drive for
a while, but Dad said he was fine. So I stuck my nose back in my
book and let the miles roll past.

A couple of hours later, I perked up as I recognized landmarks
near the camp. When we finally reached the gate itself, I leapt
out and unlocked the chain. The day was hot and muggy--South
Carolina in late June. Sweat immediately prickled my brow, and my
thoughts raced ahead to the cold water of the lake.

After Dad pulled through the gate, I reattached the lock and
hopped into the station wagon. I gazed out the window as we drove
down the sandy road to the camp proper. Everything looked the
same, but different. The cabins looked smaller and older. They
were well-maintained, but they were starting to show their age.

I was still daydreaming when my father parked behind our cabin.
Once inside, I threw my backpack onto the top bunk. It had been
mine for nearly seven years, but it looked smaller than I
remembered. Even the ladder looked shorter.

"We're heading down to the lake," my dad said from behind me.

I hadn't even noticed them getting undressed. "Okay," I said.
"I'll be down in a few minutes."

I watched them go. Then I looked at the cabin again. Everything
seemed different. With another glance at my departing parents, I
realized that my feelings for my mom had also changed. She was
still a beautiful woman, but I didn't think of her in terms of
sex anymore.

At one time, she'd been a big part of my fantasy life. She'd even
been a part of my actual sex life, although that had been short-
lived. I still had fantasies about her, but they were rare. After
all, I had a girlfriend who had fantasies enough for both of us.
Unfortunately, Kendall and her parents wouldn't arrive until
Saturday. So I had three days to kill. Three days without sex.

I looked at my right hand. "I guess it's just you and me," I
said. Then I laughed at myself. I sounded like a friend from
college, a Cajun who had an unhealthy affection for masturbation.
I still jerked off at least once a day, but I didn't brag about
it like he did. After a moment I grinned wryly. "Don't worry,
_mon cher_," I said to my hand, imitating my friend Luke, "I
still love you."

With a laugh, I began shedding my clothes. I could survive three
days. No problem.

-----

No problem indeed!

Survival was harder than I thought it'd be.

The camp was over-populated with precocious teenage girls. I
barely remembered them, but as ten- and eleven-year-old girls,
slim like boys and just as asexual. They'd grown. I guess I'd
been so wrapped up in my own life that I hadn't noticed. The
younger boys had grown too, but they hadn't developed breasts and
hips and triangles of pubic hair.

Not surprisingly, I had a hard time keeping my eyes on my book. I
wasn't the only one who suffered, either. Some of the older men
spent a lot of time on their stomachs, or swimming in the lake,
which was a cold jolt to any daydream. The women simply watched,
with a healthy dose of indulgence and thinly veiled amusement.
I'm sure they enjoyed the effect on their husbands' sex drives,
though.

But the older men had it easy, since _I_ seemed to be the focus
of the younger girls' attention. I guess it was because I was
"the college guy" in a camp where most people were either
thirteen or thirty (or forty, or fifty, or... anything but
nineteen). So, when the girls weren't trying out their new
ability to get men's attention, they flocked around me.

The teenage guys eventually decided that I was all right, so they
joined us as well. Believe it or not, we had a lot in common.
After all, I listened to the same music, watched the same TV
shows, and saw the same movies. And I remembered what it was like
to be a teenage guy, awkward and afraid of a sudden hard-on.

Erin and Leah were trying to seem more worldly than sixteen, so
they avoided all of us. Besides, Leah still wasn't speaking to
me. She wasn't _rude_ about it, but she didn't want to have
anything to do with me.

Dwight and Karen Delozier were at camp, but their kids were in
Florida with their grandparents. I had no idea where my friend
Manfred and his family were. The Tharp twins weren't in camp, nor
were any of my other friends. Even the Raefords wouldn't arrive
until after I'd gone.

So I was thoroughly bored, and easy prey for the younger girls.
When I wasn't watching their antics, I was sitting with them and
talking about everyday stuff.

One afternoon we were sitting in a little cluster by the shallow
end of the lake, away from everyone else. The boldest girl shot a
glance at her friends and then met my eyes. She made me think of
a young Susan, full of mischief.

"So," the girl said, "where's your girlfriend?"

"She'll be here tomorrow."

She frowned. "But I thought her family's already here. The
Coulters, right?"

The light dawned, and I tried to find a delicate way to
backpedal.

"He means his other girlfriend," a second girl said.

"Oh, yeah," said the first, "I forgot."

I wondered how the girls knew about Gina and Kendall, but then I
shook off the question. I might not have noticed the younger
girls over the past few years, but they'd obviously noticed me.
On top of that, I probably wasn't as clever as I thought I was.

"I just have one girlfriend," I said. It was even true. Now.

"The Indian girl or the one with the big tits?" the first girl
asked.

"Or some new girl?" the third girl asked. She tried to look
seductive, but she didn't have enough experience to make it work.

_Give her a few years,_ I thought, _and she'll be leading guys
around by the, ahem, nose._ "No," I said aloud, "just Kendall."

"The one with the big tits," the first girl said.

"Um... yeah."

The guys looked at me with awe. They definitely knew who Kendall
was.

"God," said the second girl, "I hope I get tits like hers
someday."

The other girls giggled. They were teasing the guys, who suddenly
turned nervous.

"I probably will," the second girl continued, glancing down at
her chest. She already had a healthy C cup. "I mean, my mom has
big tits."

"Yeah, she does," said the third girl. "Yours are pretty nice
already." She turned to the guys. "What do you think?"

I tried not to laugh at their expressions.

One of the guys turned red-faced and immediately put his towel in
his lap. "I'm thirsty," he said to the other guys. "Let's get a
Coke or something." The other two looked just as anxious, so they
quickly agreed.

The girls burst into giggles, and I felt sorry for the guys.
After all, I knew how they felt. I had more control, but not
_much_ more.

"Boner alert," one of the girls said.

"Times three."

The first girl looked at me, and her eyes glittered. "Now that
_they're_ gone," she said, "we can talk." She looked at my dick.
She was pretty brazen about it, too. "How come you don't have a
boner?"

I tried to act nonchalant. "I just don't."

"But why?" the second girl asked.

"Will you get one for us?" the first asked.

"We won't tell anyone."

"Please?"

"C'mon, let us see."

I laughed, but it sounded hollow. Worse, I was already swelling
at the direction the conversation had taken.

"Don't you think we're sexy?" the first girl asked.

"I think," I said evenly, "you're a lot younger than I am."

"I'm almost fourteen."

"I'm fourteen already."

"I'll be fourteen in two months."

"And I just turned _nineteen_," I said.

"So? We're not kids or anything."

The other girls nodded in unison.

Completely out of the blue, the first girl asked, "What's it like
when you and your girlfriend are doing it?"

My eyebrows flew up. "No comment," I said at last.

They groaned.

"Sorry, I don't kiss and tell."

"We don't want to hear about the _kisses_," one of them wheedled.

"We wanna hear the good parts."

"Yeah, what's it like? Does she make a lot of noise?"

"Do you do it all the time?"

"Does she... you know... get off?"

I decided to tease right back, so I glanced around to make sure
no one could overhear. I looked at them and answered their
questions in turn, "No, she doesn't make a lot of noise. Yes, we
do it all the time. And yes, she gets off."

Their jaws fell open.

I stood. My half-hard dick jutted slightly, although no one but
the girls could see. "Now," I said, "I'm going for a swim."

The first girl recovered herself. "To hide your boner?"

"To cool off," I said. I winked, and they burst into giggles.

They were still giggling as I hopped into the water and headed
for the raft. Erin and Leah were sunbathing on it, but Leah was a
safer bet than three curious young girls. Safer, and much closer
to my age.

-----

Sean Sullivan's family arrived Friday night. He and Erin promptly
disappeared. Unfortunately, Sean's older sister, Maureen, was
with Manfred and his family--they'd gone to the Bahamas instead
of coming to camp. That left Leah and me in an awkward position:
we were the only teenagers in camp who were older than fourteen.

"So, you wanna hang out?" I asked her, hoping to thaw the ice.

She gave me a hard look.

"Come on, it'll be fun."

"Yeah, right." Her eyes turned flinty. "I'm not Gina. Remember?"

"Why are you so pissed off at me?" I said. "I didn't do anything
to you."

"But you left my sister for that... that... cow!"

My eyes widened at her vehemence.

"I never did like her."

"Kendall?"

"Who else? She doesn't love you. All she cares about is sex. Gina
loved you more than anyone, but you threw her away like a scrap
of paper."

"It was a bit more complicated than _that_," I shot back.

"Yeah, right."

"It was, Leah. Besides, you don't know what happened."

"I do too. Gina told me."

"So you have _her_ side of the story. Let me know if you want to
hear my side of things. Maybe then you won't be such a cold-
hearted bitch." I turned and stalked off. I hadn't gone ten feet
before I heard a slightly mocking voice in my head, _"Tsk, tsk,
Mr. Hughes. You'll have to do better than that."_

The voice sounded like Professor Joska, with enough Susan that I
didn't immediately snarl in anger. Instead, I pulled up short and
took a deep breath. I could still sense Leah behind me, her eyes
burning furious holes in my back. I still felt the adrenaline
coursing through my body, too. But I forced myself to take
another deep breath. Then I turned and walked back.

"Look," I said, "I'm sorry I called you a cold-hearted bitch."

Leah looked surprised, more at my tone than my words.

"You're just defending your sister," I continued. "I understand
that." I paused and held her eyes. "I love Gina. I always will.
But I don't need you to tell me how bad I screwed up. She and I
are friends now. We put the past behind us and moved on."

She frowned, but didn't try to deny it. She knew the truth as
well as I did.

"I don't know if I'll ever be able to make it up to Gina, but she
found it within her heart to forgive me. Now, I'm not going to
tell you what to do, Leah, but I hope you can forgive me someday
too." It was her opening, but she didn't say anything, so I
turned away.

"Paul... wait."

I stopped and stood there for a moment. Then I turned.

Leah looked at me, and her anger seemed to fade. She started to
speak, but then fell silent. After a moment she said, "Do you
still want to hang out?"

"Yeah. I'd like that."

-----

Erin spent the next day with Sean. I had no idea where they were,
but I knew what they were doing.

When Erin had turned sixteen, she started taking the pill. She
and Sean had fooled around before then, but they hadn't had sex.
They'd fooled around _since_ then too, but without going all the
way.

Erin once told me that she didn't want her first time to be in
the back of a car, or groping in the dark, or in a rush. "I want
to take my time and enjoy it," she said.

She'd grown up as a nudist, so she was completely comfortable
with her body. With women like Mom, Susan, and Elizabeth Coulter
for role models, I didn't wonder that she had a strong sense of
her own sexuality. Not surprisingly, she and Sean had waited for
the right time.

The right time had arrived. I remembered Gina's first time with
me, and the love and support she received from the older women.
With Erin, I saw things from the other side, as the women waited
for her to return. I asked Susan where they'd gone, but she
merely smiled.

"If Erin wants to tell you, she will," she said. "After all, we
didn't tell her about you and Gina."

"She asked?"

"Mmm hmm. But we respected your privacy."

I smiled at the memory of Susan's glade. Gina and I had spent the
day there, making love, having sex, and generally screwing each
other silly. Susan smirked as my dick twitched. With an act of
will, I controlled it.

_Treacherous--_

"How long till the Paytons arrive?" she teased.

"Not soon enough," I grumbled.

She merely chuckled.

Sometimes life just isn't fair.

-----

I nearly attacked Kendall when she arrived. Fortunately, she
seemed just as eager. _Un_fortunately, I had to be polite to her
parents. After all, her father--a big, tough police detective--
scared me a little. Besides, I couldn't just drag her away,
caveman-style, and fuck her behind some bushes.

Kendall's brother was already in summer school at UT, so I helped
her father with the Winnebago's leveling jacks. Then I helped him
take the folding lawn chairs from the back rack. Finally, I
watched in near-exasperation as he put his arm around Kendall's
shoulders and walked with her to the clubhouse to check in.

I stared after them until they turned onto the main road and
disappeared from sight. Then I composed myself and tried not to
think about what I was going to do to Kendall when she returned.
It didn't work. I felt my dick swelling, so I cast about for
something to distract me.

Unfortunately, Kendall's mother was bustling about the campsite,
humming quietly to herself. Melissa was the prototype of her
daughter, just as tall and beautiful, and built like a goddess.
While I'd been staring after Kendall and her father, Melissa had
taken off her shorts. My eyes followed her, and I felt my dick
swell further as she bent over to pull something from the
Winnebago's storage compartment.

"Will you help me with the chair cushions?" she asked without
looking back.

If she noticed my semi-hard dick, she didn't say anything.
Instead, we both ignored it. When she sat down and offered me a
seat, I quickly took it, crossing my legs to hide my condition.

"Thanks for helping with everything," she said. "Would you like
to stay for dinner?"

_No, thank you,_ I silently answered. _I'd like to take your
daughter someplace quiet and fuck her till--_ "Sure," I said
aloud, "that'd be nice. Thanks."

We made small talk until Kendall and Adam returned.

"We're officially here," he said.

Fortunately, my dick had gone soft. I pasted on a smile and then
caught Kendall's eye. She had the same look in hers that I had in
mine.

"Paul's going to have dinner with us," Melissa said.

"Good!" Adam boomed.

"Before then," Kendall said, "may Paul and I...?"

Melissa smiled indulgently. "Go on."

We didn't make it further than my cabin. Fortunately, my parents
were down at the lake, and Erin hadn't returned from... wherever.

My dick was completely hard before the screen door slammed shut.
I pulled Kendall against me and reveled in the softness of her
body. She was already topless, but I quickly unsnapped her cut-
off shorts. She kicked them aside and we tumbled to the couch.

She felt for my cock and squeezed gently, grinning up at me as
she set the head at her opening. She was already hot and oh-so-
wet. I slid into her slowly. She was as tight as ever, and it
took me a moment to bury myself completely.

I groaned when I hit bottom. "God, I missed you."

Instead of answering, she pulled my head down and kissed me
fiercely. Then she ground her hips against mine and whimpered.

I began thrusting. I felt the pressure of an impending orgasm,
but I didn't even _try_ to stop it. Five or six thrusts later, I
slammed into her and arched my back. She moaned softly as I
spurted deep within her.

When I finally came to my senses, I swallowed hard and gazed down
at her. Her deep blue eyes sparkled.

"Hi yourself," she teased.

"Sorry that was so quick."

She shrugged and adjusted her legs around me for a better angle.
"Oh, I know how you work. You'll be ready again in a few
minutes."

With that, she began working her pussy muscles. I grunted as she
massaged my still-hard cock.

"You've been practicing with your Ben Wa balls," I finally
gasped.

"Mmm hmm. You don't mind, do you?"

I closed my eyes and shook my head. My dick grew harder still.

"Mmm. You feel good inside me."

I nodded without opening my eyes. "It feels pretty good from this
end, too."

She ran her fingers along my sides and down to my hips. "Fuck me,
Paul," she whispered. "Fuck me deep."

Who was I to refuse?

-----

Erin and Sean returned shortly before dinner. They both looked
worn out, but happy. Ecstatic, actually. I had probably looked
the same when Gina and I returned. Erin surprised me by glancing
at me after she talked to Mom and Susan.

"What's up?" I said as she pulled me aside.

"I promised Sean that we'd hike to the quarry with Leah tomorrow.
He wants to have sex with both of us, and since I'm such a great
girlfriend..."

I grinned.

"Anyway, Sean's parents know about us, but they don't know about
us. You know... _us?_"

"'Us'?"

"Duh," Erin said. "'Us,' as in our family... that we're swingers...
you know, group sex?"

I'm sure my cheeks heated, because Erin took pity on me and
smiled.

"Anyway, I thought you and Kendall could go with us, so it
wouldn't be just Sean, Leah, and me. We could call it a nature
hike or something."

"Or something," I teased.

Erin was as tanned as our mom, but her cheeks turned rosy anyway.
"Will you go?"

"Sure. But I wanna be back in time for the fireworks."

"Duh," she said. Then her expression softened. "Thanks, Paul."

"No problem."

She paused and looked thoughtful for a moment. "Was it like this
with you and Gina and Kendall?"

"Like what?"

"Everybody getting along and all?"

I shrugged. "In the beginning, at least."

-----

I woke up early the next morning. It was still dark outside, and
I wondered what had woken me. Then I heard a soft sound, so I
quietly looked over the bedrail. In the darkness I could just
make out the shapes of my parents in bed.

Mom disappeared beneath the sheet and Dad rested his hand lightly
atop her head. She began moving, and I knew that she was sucking
him. All of a sudden I had a memory of what it felt like when she
sucked _me_.

I rolled to my back, my own erection making a tent under the
sheet. I thought about jerking off, but I didn't want them to
know that I was awake. I listened for a while, but then I rolled
toward the wall and folded the pillow over my head. My erection
didn't go away, but at least I couldn't hear them anymore.

I was still awake thirty minutes later, so I decided to get up. I
didn't know if Mom and Dad were asleep or not, but they were
spooned together and their breathing was quiet.

Pre-dawn light showed in the east as I slipped out of the cabin.
I sat in one of the rocking chairs and tried to relax as the pine
forest came to life around me. My thoughts wandered until the
screen door creaked behind me.

"What're you doing out here?" Mom asked.

"I couldn't sleep," I lied.

She crossed her arms and rubbed her hands over them to warm
herself. Her nipples were stiff, and the rest of her had goose
bumps. Still, she sat in the opposite rocker and gazed at me
thoughtfully.

"It looks like it's going to be a nice day for your hike."

I nodded.

"Thanks for going with Erin."

I nodded again. For whatever reason, I wasn't in a talkative
mood.

"She's really excited. She and Leah were up half the night
talking about it."

Another nod.

"I'm worried about her, though."

I looked a question at her.

"It's hard to make a relationship work. Especially with three
people."

"_Tell_ me about it," I said, speaking at last.

"I knew you'd understand."

"I don't think that's what Erin wants, though," I said. "Besides,
she's smarter than I was."

"But what about Sean? Having two women is a big turn-on for most
guys, whether they're sixteen or not."

I shrugged. "If he thinks with his big head..."

Mom nodded.

"Too bad _I_ didn't."

"It's hard enough to make _one_ relationship work," she said,
"much less two."

I shrugged in reply.

"You found out the hard way."

"Does it get any easier with just two people?"

"A little," she said. "Maybe."

I nodded.

"It's worth it, though, especially with the right person."

"But how do you know if you've found the right person?"

"If you have to ask...," she began, but trailed off.

I looked at her sharply.

For once, she equivocated. "It's not _quite_ that simple, but--"

"You were going to say, 'If you have to ask, you haven't found
the right person,' weren't you?"

"Sometimes it takes a while before you feel it."

"How long did it take you with Dad?"

"That's different," she said.

"Why?"

She smiled by way of answer. Then she rose and kissed me on the
forehead. "You'll know when it happens," she said, and slipped
into the cabin.

I gripped the arms of the chair and stared into the forest.

-----

Kendall emerged from the Winnebago a little before seven o'clock.
We walked down to the clubhouse together. A light mist hung over
the ground, but it would burn off as soon as the sun rose higher.
Sound carried in the fog, so I made sure not to let the screen
door slam as we entered the building. At the wall dividing the
bathroom area from the kitchen, Kendall pulled up short.

"What?" I asked softly. Then I poked my head around the corner.

Dwight Delozier was mixing his barbeque sauce for the day's
cookout. He did the same thing every Fourth of July, and he--

I felt a sudden glow of understanding. _Ah. Of course,_ I
thought. _And I know who's under the counter giving him a
blowjob. Terri Dunbar._

Terri and her husband were swingers--although they weren't part
of my parents' regular group. Dwight and his wife were also
swingers. They usually partied with the Dunbars, but sometimes
the two groups got together for bigger, wilder parties.

Dwight and Terri's Fourth of July blowjobs were an open secret
among the camp's swingers. She'd even given _me_ a blowjob once,
when I was fifteen.

"We need to do something like that," Kendall said softly.

_I couldn't agree more,_ I thought. _I could use a blowjob right
now._ I cast about for someplace private.

"We could have our own special tradition," Kendall continued,
"where everyone else knows what we're up to."

My heart sank as I realized that we were thinking about two
different things.

"Maybe I could give you head on the raft every Fourth of July."

I shook my head. "I don't wanna swim out there first thing in the
morning. But, speaking of--"

"Okay, we could do it by the hot tub. Or maybe the clubhouse
porch."

I was horny and peeved at the same time. _I_ wanted to go
somewhere private, but _she_ wanted to talk about her public sex
fantasy.

"Or we could do it on the grass by the--"

"Yeah, that's a good idea," I cut her off. Then I turned
facetious. "I could tie you down, spread-eagle, and fuck you
while the rest of the camp watches." I wasn't serious, but her
eyes lit up, so I put a hint of mocking in my voice. "That'd be
perfect. The guys could even take turns fucking you, one after
the other."

She didn't hear the irony. Instead, her eyes turned glassy as she
imagined the scene.

I frowned in disbelief. "Heck," I said, "even the women could
join in. I mean, they could go down on you while their husbands
fuck them from behind." When she still didn't react, I decided to
be even more outrageous. "Even better, _I_ could fuck the women.
And you could suck the guys while I go to town on their wives."

"And the guys could come on my face," she said.

"Sure," I said, still incredulous. "And for the big finale, I'll
fuck your sperm-covered face until I blew my load all over you.
That sounds perfect. We could have a TV crew film the whole
thing. I bet Chris Coulter could even broadcast it on the news. I
mean, it _is_ cable."

She finally sensed that I was being flippant. "No, not on TV."

I nearly goggled in shock. _TV_ was the only thing she objected
to?!

"The rest sounds like fun, though." She thought about it again.
"No, I don't want anything like that on TV."

"No, of course not," I said dryly. "But maybe your dad and
brother could join in."

Finally, she shot me a look of reproach. "Now you're being
disgusting."

_No,_ I thought crossly, _I was being disgusting when I suggested
that the whole camp fuck you on the front lawn of the clubhouse._
I didn't mind sharing my girlfriend, even with more than one guy,
but two dozen guys wasn't sharing--it was a gang bang.

"Although," she said, her eyes still a bit glassy, "it's a fun
fantasy."

I rolled my eyes, but she didn't notice.

-----

Thirty minutes later, Sean and I shouldered our backpacks, and I
led the way across the dam and into the forest. Kendall walked
behind me, with Leah in the middle, Erin behind her, and Sean
bringing up the rear.

About an hour into the hike, we stopped to rest and drink from
the stream. The water was clear and cold, and felt good on my
parched throat. When we set off again, Kendall struck up a
conversation with Erin.

The topic quickly turned to sex. Poor Sean didn't know how to
react when they started talking about blowjob techniques. At
first, he tried to hide his hard-on.

"Don't worry about it," Erin told him. "I like it. Besides, Paul
has one too."

I turned to walk backward. When I looked at Sean, he glanced
away, abashed. My dick swayed as I felt a root and stepped over
it. Kendall shot me a glance and moistened her lips seductively.
I grinned before giving Sean a philosophical shrug.

With that, I turned and continued up the hill. The conversation
resumed, but I didn't pay much attention. Instead, I focused on
the trail as it wound its way along the stream.

Leah caught up with me a few minutes later. "She's ignoring me,"
she said under her breath. "The cow."

I glanced at her sidelong.

"Every time I try to join the conversation, Kendall just keeps
talking, like I didn't say anything."

"I'm sure she's not doing it on purpose."

Leah shot me a skeptical glance.

"Why would she ignore you? She likes you."

"Yeah, right."

"She does," I said.

Leah muttered something and sped ahead.

-----

We reached the quarry a little before ten o'clock. The day was
already hot, and the fog had turned to a thin haze high above. I
shed my pack by the big boulder at the mouth of the run-off
stream. Across the lake the waterfall looked like a cool shower.

I closed my eyes and pictured the pool above. Gina, Kendall, and
I had spent many afternoons up there. Kendall had even lost her
virginity there, although I hadn't known at the time that I was
her first. She'd told me she wasn't a virgin, and I believed her.
Why wouldn't I? The memory was a pleasant one, though, and I
replayed it in my mind until an errant bead of sweat ran down my
forehead.

"Let's go for a swim," I suggested.

Sean shed his pack and looked grateful. His dick was still semi-
hard, but he seemed less self-conscious about it. Erin, on the
other hand, was eyeing him hungrily. She looked like a tigress,
ready to pounce.

_Poor Sean. He won't know what hit him._

We swam to the center of the lake and then Sean and I struck out
for the falls while the girls headed back to the boulder. None of
them were especially strong swimmers, and they were tired after
the long hike. Sean was probably tired as well, but he hung in
there. I barely felt winded, and I enjoyed the weightless feeling
of floating on my back as the waterfall splashed nearby.

The girls were waiting, so I eventually turned and began swimming
back to them. Sean trailed after me. He wasn't the same as
Manfred, but it was nice to have another guy along. As the lake
bottom rose to meet us, we waded ashore.

Kendall stretched languidly, her heavy breasts swaying as she
raised her arms above her head and stood on tiptoe. Her silver
waist chain glinted in the sunlight, and droplets of water shone
like jewels on her stomach and thighs. Her tan lines stood out
and made her even sexier, since I knew I was seeing something
most other people didn't.

I let my eyes wander to Leah. She was just as dark as ever,
especially after spending several weeks at camp. Her half-Indian
complexion started as cafe au lait and darkened from there. She
reminded me of Gina, although she was thinner than her sister.
Her breasts were smaller, but still round and firm. Her pubic
hair was wispy and black, and I knew from experience how soft it
was.

Finally, I glanced at Erin. She was a young version of our mom,
although much slimmer through the hips. Her breasts weren't as
big, but she hadn't had two children, either. Her pubic hair was
dark blonde, and neatly trimmed. Unlike me, she tanned easily,
and her skin was a dark bronze. Her complexion made her blonde
hair stand out, especially since it turned the color of straw
after a week in the sun.

"Nice, huh?" I said to Sean, with a nod toward the girls.

He merely grinned. The distraction of swimming had left his dick
limp, but judging by the look Erin was giving him, he wouldn't
stay that way for long. Leah also looked eager. Much to my
surprise, I felt a stab of envy.

Leah and I had had sex before, but not since Gina and I split up.
Unfortunately, I didn't see it happening again anytime soon. I
shook off the thought and glanced at all three girls.

"What?" I asked, teasing them. "No more blowjob techniques?" I
included Sean with a glance. "We were kind of enjoying that."

"You sure looked like you were," Erin shot back. "But what
happened? The water wasn't _that_ cold, not-so-big brother."

I barked a laugh. "I'll show you big." Kendall's expression
changed, so I let my next come-back die unspoken.

Erin caught the shift, and her grin faded.

"Hey, Sean," I said, "do you mind if Kendall and I go up to the
pool by the falls? It's kinda special. You know."

He looked uncertain for a second, but then swelled with a mixture
of pride and machismo. I think he was happy that I treated him
like an equal. I remembered how it felt at sixteen to have an
older guy talk to me like that.

"Sure," he said.

"Thanks. We'll probably just have lunch up there." I cleared my
throat. "We'll warn y'all if we come down. All right?"

Sean nodded.

With that, I shouldered my backpack and gestured for Kendall to
follow.

The top of the falls looked just as I remembered. The pool seemed
smaller, but _everything_ looked different lately.

_Maybe it's not the places and things_, I mused. _Maybe_ I'm
_different._

Kendall spread our blanket about ten feet from the pool. The
trees would shade us in the afternoon, but the spot would be in
full sunlight until then. With a come-hither look, she slowly
sank to her knees and sat back on her heels. She moistened her
lips and I felt my dick twitch. She smiled as I walked toward
her.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, my erection mere inches
from her face.

"What would you say to a little fellatio?"

I mocked her: "I'd say, 'Hi, little fellatio.'" I might've been
in a mischievous mood, but I knew a good thing when I saw it, so
I stepped closer.

She gazed up at me, her deep blue eyes full of lust. She pursed
her lips and kissed the crown of my cock. "Hi, little fellatio?"

"Mmm hmm."

She opened her mouth and captured the tip of my dick. Then she
moaned softly as I grew harder still. She swallowed until she had
half of my dick in her mouth. Then she pulled back, her lips
pursed around my shaft.

I groaned softly and put my hand on the back of her head. She
opened her mouth, and I gently pulled her head toward me,
impaling her on my cock. Her lips closed about two inches from
the base. Then I felt her tongue moving against the bottom of my
shaft.

"Oh, that's nice," I breathed.

Her eyes grinned up at me. Then she concentrated as she pulled
back, teasing the crown with her tongue as she let me slip from
her lips. She turned her head and nuzzled my balls. They were
still drawn tight from the cold water, but she warmed them with
her lips and tongue.

I gasped when she engulfed my cock again, almost to the root. She
couldn't _quite_ swallow me completely, but it wasn't for lack of
trying. I watched her suck me for a moment, and then I gazed down
at the creamy expanse of her breasts. They swayed as she began
bobbing back and forth.

I'd been horny all morning, so I didn't last long. Instead of
coming in her mouth, I decided to give her a treat. I pulled my
glistening shaft from her lips and began stroking myself. She
knew what I was doing, so she closed her eyes and raised her
face.

I exploded, and the first spurt splashed across her forehead. The
next landed along her nose and cheek. The last two spurts coated
her lips and chin. A few stray drops dotted her breasts and the
tops of her thighs, but she didn't seem to care. She opened her
mouth and captured my cock. I was still too sensitive, so I
pulled back and used it to rub my semen into her skin.

When we recovered enough to move, I helped her to her feet and
led her to the pool.

"I should be ready for round two in a little while," I said. "And
since the water is so cold, I'll want someplace warm to put my
cock."

"I know just the place."

"I thought you might."

We sank to our necks in the swirling water. She tilted her head
back and dipped into the water, rinsing my semen from her face.
When she emerged, her eyes glowed with anticipation. I pulled her
close and she wrapped her legs around me.

Her lips found mine, and our kisses were tender. Her body felt
warm against mine, especially with the current flowing around us,
and my dick responded. Her pussy was even hotter, a sharp
contrast with the spring-fed pool.

She gasped when I slid into her. "Your dick's cold."

"Then we'd better heat it up."

She nodded and closed her eyes. Then she tilted her head and our
lips met again. She whimpered when her thighs met my hips. Then
she wrapped her legs even tighter around me. I gripped her ass,
her flesh soft under my fingers.

We rocked together gently, and her breathing grew heavier. I
pulled her cheeks apart and teased her anus with a finger. The
temperature in her pussy went up, so I did it again. She groaned
and began grinding against me.

Slowly, I buried my finger in her ass, up to the second knuckle.
Her sphincter gripped me, and I used the leverage to thrust deep
within her. She came, hard, her body shuddering as she clung to
me. I continued thrusting, so she buried her face in my neck and
simply held on.

Her orgasm subsided, but she whimpered each time I jerked my hips
forward. Her pussy was slick and hot, and I could feel my own
orgasm building in my balls. I pulled my finger from her ass and
gripped her hips. Her breasts flattened against my chest as she
clutched me tighter.

With one final thrust, I buried myself as deep as I could and
felt the torrent of semen coursing up my shaft. My cock pulsed
with a second spurt, and Kendall moaned as she felt it. The
spurts finally dwindled to gushes and we held each other tightly,
the water flowing past us to spill over the lip of the falls.

-----

Kendall had brought her huge MCAT study guide. It was the size of
a family bible, but it contained everything she'd need to know in
order to pass the med-school admission exam. After lunch she
rolled to her stomach and flipped open the book.

I'd brought along my book as well, but I wasn't in a reading
mood. So I rolled to my side and ran a finger along her back.
After a moment I gently cupped the swell of her ass. When she
didn't react, I dipped my finger between her legs. She merely
smiled at me over her shoulder. Then she returned to her book and
highlighted a passage.

I suppressed a frown. She couldn't possibly be worn out--we'd
only had sex once, not counting the blowjob. But I was ready to
go again, and she wasn't in the mood. I thought about huffing
impatiently. I even thought about making a pointed comment or
two. But then I took a deep breath. She couldn't be in the mood
all the time. Besides, I could survive an hour without sex.

_Heck, I might even survive_ two _hours, if I'm lucky._

I silently laughed at myself. Then I stood and headed toward the
pool. The cold water took care of my erection. I splashed around
for a few minutes, watching the ripples disappear over the falls.
Then I climbed onto the big rock at the rim of the cliff. It was
hot from the sun, and smelled of earth. I settled onto it and let
the warmth seep into my body.

Down below, Sean was on his back, with Erin straddling his face
while Leah sucked his dick. I'd been in the same position with
Gina and Kendall--plenty of times.

At the thought, I glanced at Kendall. She was still intent on her
book, so I studied her for a moment. Brown legs led to a white
butt, which glistened with cocoa butter. Her waist chain broke
the long expanse of her brown back. It had been a gift when I
was... fifteen? Sixteen? I'd given Gina an anklet at the same time.
We'd all had matching rings with our initials on them, too. P-G-K
'80.

That summer seemed like a lifetime ago. Kendall didn't wear her
ring anymore. Gina still wore hers, but on a silver chain around
her neck. I couldn't wear mine. Not physically, at least. It
would cause too many problems with Kendall.

I turned from her and gazed down at the threesome below. After a
moment I crossed my arms and rested my chin. I sighed at the
memory of what it had been like to be that carefree and happy.
Then I forced a smile and looked back at Kendall.

I did love her, even if I didn't like some of the things she did.
And she definitely loved me. Still, I couldn't help but think of
what might have happened if I hadn't been so thick-headed. At
that, I snorted softly.

_Self-absorbed is more like it. Self-absorbed and clueless._

I rolled to my back, careful not to touch any more of the hot
rock than I had to. Then I laced my fingers behind my head and
closed my eyes. The sun felt good on my body, so I lay there
quietly for several minutes.

My thoughts eventually turned to Erin and Leah, and what kind of
workout Sean was likely to get over the next few days. I'd done
the same thing, of course, but not recently.

I wallowed in self-pity for a minute or two, but then braced
myself. What did I have to complain about? I had a beautiful
girlfriend who was sexy and smart and full of fantasies, no
matter how over-the-top some of them were. I had a pretty good
life, too. I had the houses to look forward to, and school in the
fall. I wasn't looking forward to Professor Joska, but even _he_
was good for me.

So I'd lost a girl I loved. It wasn't the end of the world.
Besides, Gina and I were still friends. We still talked, and we
still cared about each other. She wouldn't want me to mope,
either. She'd want me to go on with my life.

I cracked an eyelid and shielded my eyes as I glanced at Kendall.
I rose from the rock and stepped into the pool. The water felt
good after the heat of the sun, so I waded deeper and sank to my
neck. The water flowed around me, clean and clear. I submerged
completely and felt the heat seep out of my hair. After a moment
I broke the surface and took a quiet breath. Then I slicked back
my hair and wiped my eyes.

My gazed settled on Kendall and I felt my penis swell with
desire. I rose from the water and walked, dripping, toward the
blanket. Heedless of my wet skin, I stood over her legs for a
moment. She felt the cold droplets and glanced back at me. I sank
to my knees and sat on her thighs.

"Oh my goodness," she gasped. "You're cold!"

"I'll warm you up," I said. Without waiting for a reply, I leaned
forward and held myself above her. I kissed her shoulder and
inhaled the scent of her, a mixture of cocoa butter, sweat, and
her shampoo. Then I brushed her hair out of the way to plant a
line of kisses along her neck.

"Oh, you're still cold."

"You'll get used to it," I said as I scooted forward. My erection
nudged her thighs and she tried to squirm away. I was too close
to her, and she couldn't rise without touching even _more_ of my
cold skin.

"Paul, I need to study."

Between kisses, I said, "You can study later." I reached the back
of her ear and felt her sag with pleasure. I blew gently and then
kissed the shell-like lobe.

She shivered, but didn't protest.

I pressed my hips against the warm curve of her ass. My erection
probed between her legs, and I welcomed the heat washing over it.
She closed her book and shoved it away, as much to protect it
from my dripping hair as to get it out of the way.

I smiled and trailed a line of kisses down her neck. She moaned
softly, and I pressed my hips into her. With my body full against
her, she whimpered with growing pleasure.

I continued kissing for several minutes, until she crossed her
arms and laid her cheek on them. I rose and aimed my dick at the
junction of her thighs. Then I set the tip of my cock at her
opening, and she lifted her hips. Her pussy was wet and ready.

I slid into her slowly, spreading her open with my girth. When my
hips finally ground against her ass, she groaned again, but
didn't move. I began thrusting slowly, working myself into her
with a deliberate tempo.

"I love you," I whispered in her ear.

She smiled. "I love you too."

"Do you love my cock?"

She nodded.

"More than your book?"

"A lot more."

"How much more?"

"I don't want _it_ inside me."

"I thought that's what you were trying to do," I teased. "Get it
inside you."

"In my head. I want _you_ for the rest of me."

"So you don't mind that I'm cold?"

"You're not cold anymore."

"That's 'cause you're so"--I thrust deep and held myself within
her--"hot."

She groaned.

I ground my hips side-to-side, my shaft gripped tight in her
channel.

She groaned again and pressed back with her ass.

"Do you want me to come inside you?" I asked.

With a low sigh, almost another groan, she nodded.

I began thrusting again, my cock moving between her thighs in a
slow rhythm. I took my time, and even stopped twice to stave off
impending orgasms.

I was still thrusting slowly when I felt her inner muscles begin
to flutter with the first signs of her own orgasm. When I angled
my hips, she made a wordless sound and clutched the blanket.

I moved inside her, my urgency growing with each thrust. I knew
her body's signals, and her climax would arrive first, but not by
much. With another thrust, I felt her pussy clench around my
shaft. I drove into her and then pulled back. Heat and moisture
assaulted my cock as I filled her again, and she arched her back
in silent ecstasy.

I thrust a second time and then a third. Pleasure spread through
my body as I pumped again. With a grunt, I buried myself as deep
as I could. The soft cushion of her ass pressed against my
stomach, and a tide of sensation rolled over me as semen gushed
from my shaft in waves.

She let out a long sigh and sagged to the blanket.

I collapsed atop her, my breathing heavy as my cock began to
shrink within her.

"That was..." She faltered, at a loss for words.

"Great," I finished.

She merely nodded.

"I love you," I said softly, my lips close to her ear.

She pressed back against me. "I love you too."

-----

The hike back to camp was much quieter than the hike out. As we
crossed the dam, the group of teenage girls took one look at us
and burst into whispered conversation. Kendall noticed, and
twined her fingers through mine. We shared an indulgent smile.

Dwight had just begun to serve barbeque when we reached the
clubhouse. We ditched our backpacks inside and joined the others
for dinner. The whole camp was there, young and old. I knew most
of the people, if only by sight, but I saw several new faces as
well.

Kendall and I struck up a conversation with a new couple. They
were only a few years older than us, but they already had a year-
old son. Kendall and the woman took turns holding the boy, or
watching him crawl on a blanket. The husband and I talked about
life at camp.

When the sun set we headed down to the lake for fireworks. Sean
and I lit sparklers and passed them out to the crowd. Then we
joined the older men to shoot Roman candles and launch rockets.
The crowd oohed and aahed as each burst overhead, red and green
and gold and more.

Finally, we gathered our best rockets and launched the finale. I
gazed up as the last of them exploded above us, showering the
lake with colored sparks. It didn't seem as spectacular as when
I'd first been a part of it, years before. Now, it just seemed
quaint.

My dad clapped me on the shoulder as though we'd finished a
Macy's fireworks show. Chris and Dwight were just as pleased. I
knew I shouldn't feel so blase about our show, especially
compared to the expensive professional ones, but I couldn't help
myself.

Life in camp _was_ quaint, and slow, and kind of homey. After
all, the crowd was cheering about fifty dollars' worth of
fireworks. It all seemed so... small time. Even Kendall was
laughing with delight as she held our new friends' little boy and
pointed at the lingering sparks.

"Why aren't you celebrating?" Susan said from close beside me.

I looked at her in surprise for a moment--I hadn't heard her
approach. Finally, I said, "Do you really want to know?"

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't."

I paused for a moment, but decided to be honest. "It all seems
so... quaint."

She cocked her head to the side, silently inviting me to
continue.

I struggled to find the right words. "It's so small time." I
gestured at the crowd and the drifting smoke. "This was nothing.
Not compared to a big show. But these people are cheering like
they've just seen the best show ever."

"That's why people come here," she said.

It was my turn to look a question at her.

"They come to get away from life, from everyday concerns, from
the big-time fireworks shows of the world."

I raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"This might seem quaint to you, now that you've had a taste of
the wide world, but these people live there every day. They have
jobs and mortgage payments and PTA meetings. They have real-world
concerns, and real-world problems. But those concerns don't exist
here, at least for a time." She paused to let her words sink in.
"Here, people can look up at a small-time fireworks show and see
the wonder of it all. They can relax and enjoy themselves,
without all the hard choices real life has a way of throwing at
you."

"Real life doesn't seem so bad."

"Tell me that when you've lived it for a while."

"I live it every day. I have a job and a mortgage payment," I
said. "I may not have PTA meetings, but I have a lot of
responsibility."

"So you do," she agreed reasonably, "but you're new to it. The
real test isn't how you stand up to pressure the first time. The
test is how you deal with it over time. It's not easy to be an
adult."

"Tell me about it."

Much to my surprise, she laughed, bright and cheerful.

I shot her a hard look.

"Oh, you don't know the half of it." She looked at me, still
smiling, and put a hand on my arm. "And I have news for you--it
doesn't get any easier."

"So why do it?"

Instead of answering, she pointed at my father and sister. They
were talking and celebrating with everyone else. He had his arm
around her, and she was looking up at him with an expression full
of pride.

I had _no_ idea what Susan wanted me to see. "What?"

"Can you imagine how your father feels right now?"

I shrugged. When she didn't say anything else, I took her
seriously and thought about her question. Did he enjoy having
Erin next to him? Did he enjoy the fireworks? Did he enjoy the
other people's attention?

Susan read my confusion. "Someday you'll understand."

"When?"

"That's up to you." With that, she smiled again and went to
mingle with the crowd.

I stared after her for a long time.

-----

The next day, I packed my few belongings. Kendall and I spent
some time together after breakfast, but then we had to head to
the airport. My dad drove, while my mom rode in the front seat
and Kendall and I sat in the back.

Kendall was in an odd mood. I attributed part of it to my
leaving, but a part of me didn't want to admit the _other_ reason
for her nervousness. She was afraid of flying, and she didn't
like me to do it either. I didn't understand her fear, but we
didn't talk about it much.

She held me for a long time at the airport. I felt guilty that I
wasn't helping my dad preflight the plane, but I couldn't very
well abandon my girlfriend.

"Be careful," she said at last.

"I always am." _Being careless is a quick way to die,_ I thought,
although I was smart enough not to tell _her_ that.

"Call Susan when you get home, so I know you're safe."

I nodded.

"And don't--"

I fought not to roll my eyes. "Kendall, we'll be fine."

"I know, I just..."

I controlled my temper and pulled her close. Even in clothes, her
lush body felt good next to mine. "I'll call when we get to
Atlanta," I said. "Then I'll call again when I get to Trip's
house. Okay?"

She seemed satisfied.

"Now, I need to help my dad with the weight and balance."

She nodded, albeit reluctantly.

I kissed her quickly and turned to the Cessna.

"Everything all right?" my dad asked quietly.

I nodded. The "weight and balance" was a complete fib. With only
two of us in the plane, and minimal luggage, we didn't need to do
any real calculations. It was simply a technical-sounding ruse to
keep Kendall from worrying any more. I tried not to roll my eyes
again, but her irrational dread got to me sometimes.

I managed to relax by the time Dad and I finished all our
preflight checks. I loaded my backpack into the luggage
compartment and secured it with a bungee cord. Then I went back
to the car, where my mom and Kendall were waiting.

We said a few quiet goodbyes, and I hugged her one last time. I
spared a quick hug and kiss for Mom. She smiled, ever composed--
she'd said goodbye to my father countless times.

_Why can't Kendall be more like her?_

I tried to hide my frustration as I climbed into the plane.
Instead of brooding, I took a deep breath to focus. Then I went
through the engine start checklist. I finally relaxed at the
familiar routine. Taxi and takeoff were equally routine. I
waggled the wings as we passed the FBO, and saw Mom wave in
reply. Kendall's wave was half-hearted and tentative.

With a sigh, I banked away and set course for Atlanta.

-----

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