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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 4: Christy
Part: Chapter 04
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a young man whose family
spends their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: MF, MMF, teen, oral, anal
Revision: 1.01
Word Count: 12,658
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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This story is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains
material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are
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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
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Summer Camp - Book 4: Christy
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER FOUR

"Hey, Trip," I said at breakfast, "where can I get some film
developed?"

"K-mart. Next to--"

"Yeah, I know where it is, but..." My cheeks heated. "Um... how about
somewhere else?"

He turned sly. "Oh, I get it. The pictures from your picnic,
right?"

"Um... yeah."

"Try Patterson's Photo, downtown on West Main."

"They won't have a problem with... um... pictures like these?"

"Ask for Randy," he said. "Randy Patterson."

"Okay... If you're sure."

"Trust me." He smirked. "You'll like Randy."

-----

After work I took a shower, grabbed the film, and rushed to
Patterson's Photo before they closed. I made it with ten minutes
to spare. The man behind the counter was in his forties, with
reading glasses on a chain around his neck.

"May I help you?" he asked.

"I'm looking for Randy. Um... please."

"Just a moment." He stuck his head through the doorway to the
back. "Randy," he called, "a customer for you." He faced me
again. "She'll be right with you."

"Thanks," I said, and tried to hide my uncertainty. _"She"?_

A cute brunette appeared from the back. "Thanks, Dad," she said
to the man. She wiped her hands on a cloth and smiled at me.
"What can I do for you?"

"Um... you're Randy?"

"Uh-huh."

"Trip Whitman sent me," I said. _But he didn't tell me you were a
girl!_ No wonder he said it with a smirk.

"Trip?" she said. "Well, bless his heart. I haven't seen him
since graduation. How is he?"

Her father must have decided that I was okay after all, since he
stepped into the back.

"Trip's good," I said.

"What's he up to these days?"

We chatted for a few minutes, mostly about Trip, although I
learned that her name was actually _Randi_, short for Miranda.

"Sorry to interrupt," her father said as he emerged from the
back. He turned to Randi. "I set the last batch of film to
process."

"Okay, thanks. I'll finish here and then head home. Will you turn
the sign when you leave?"

He nodded. "Don't be late, okay?"

"I won't, Dad. Thanks."

He smiled at me and left.

"So," Randi said when he'd gone, "what can I do for you?"

"I... um... I need some film developed."

She reached for an order pad and slid the carbon paper beneath
the top page. "Okay, any special processing?"

"Before I tell you, I... um... I should probably warn you that... um..."

"The photos are... private?" she asked, unruffled.

"How'd you know?"

She smiled. "You're hardly the first guy to take racy photos."

"But these pictures are a bit more than just... um... racy."

"There's nothing _illegal_ in them, is there?"

I shook my head.

"Okay, no problem."

"Um... are _you_ going to develop them?" I asked. "Not that I mind,
but... they really are... um... explicit."

She smiled patiently. "I think I can handle it."

Still, I didn't want to offend her with some of the shots. On the
other hand, I didn't know if I wanted her father ogling pictures
of Kendall with her legs spread.

"Don't worry," Randi said, "you're not going to embarrass me."

I handed over the film canisters and she finished writing up the
order. Then she wrote and underlined "Private" on the bottom of
the page. She handed me the copy of the order.

"I'll give you a call when they're ready," she said, and then
came around the counter to lock up behind me. "It was nice
meeting you, Paul. Tell Trip don't be a stranger."

"I will," I said. "Thanks again."

I still wasn't entirely comfortable leaving the film with someone
I'd only just met, but the alternative was worse. K-mart sent
their film off to a mail-order processor, who could do _anything_
with the pictures, and I'd never know. I didn't want Kendall to
show up in some raunchy magazine, no matter what her fantasy was.

-----

I called Kendall the night before her test. She was studying, of
course, and she sounded tired, which made her curt. I knew she
was under a lot of stress, so I hid my irritation. We didn't talk
long, but she apologized for being snappish. I told her I loved
her and wished her luck.

"That was quick," Trip said when I joined him outside. We used a
set of old patio furniture as an open-air lounge when the weather
wasn't too hot.

I opened my beer and pulled out a chair. "She was studying," I
said, "so I didn't want to distract her." I wanted to grumble
that she'd been studying for _six weeks_, but I kept my thoughts
to myself.

Trip knew me too well. "She'll be done soon enough," he said.

I nodded.

"She's driving up this weekend, right?"

I nodded again.

"Do you have plans?"

"I dunno," I said. "It's hard to _make_ plans. I mean, we hardly
talk to each other these days. She's always studying, and I'm
always working." I took a swig of beer. "But yeah, she has
something planned. I don't know what, though. It's a surprise."

"Kendall's surprises are usually pretty fun, aren't they?"

I laughed and took another swig of beer. "Yeah, they're fun all
right. But that's all we seem to do these days."

He looked a question at me.

"We don't talk that much. And it's not just the work and
studying. When we _do_ talk, it's usually about sex. Not that I
mind, of course..."

"Of course!"

"...but I kinda miss talking to her about other things. I mean,
_Gina_ knows more about my life than Kendall does. Well, about
the houses, at least."

"Have you thought about writing Kendall? I mean, you seem to
write Gina about once a week."

"I guess I _could_ write letters," I said, "but that's not really
it."

"What's not it?"

"She doesn't seem interested. I mean, Gina actually _asks_ about
the houses... or you... or what's going on in my life."

"Kendall doesn't?"

"No."

"Why don't you tell her anyway?"

"I do, but I shouldn't have to force her to pay attention to my
life. You know?"

"Have you talked to her about it?"

"_When?_ I mean, tonight's call was five minutes. And the last
time she was here, we were a little too busy to talk about
anything but... well... you know."

"Yeah. Speaking of which, Randi called while you were in the
shower. She said your film would be ready to pick up tomorrow."

"Thanks. By the way, what's the story with you two?"

He took a drink. "What do you mean?"

"She was real interested in you, and it didn't seem like idle
chit-chat."

He laughed. "We were friends in high school."

"Duh."

"She was the photographer for the school newspaper."

"It seemed like she wants to get to know you better."

"Yeah." He finished his beer.

When I realized he wasn't going to say anything else, I gestured
for more.

"We didn't have anything going on in high school," he said,
"but..."

"But...?"

"I dunno." He shrugged. "Believe it or not, I'm kinda shy around
girls."

I laughed, part skeptical, part amused.

"Seriously. I dated Lori, but she was my only serious girlfriend,
so I never really learned the right moves. You know? Not like
you, my two-girlfriends-at-once friend."

"Two girlfriends aren't as much fun as you'd think. They're a lot
of _work_, to be honest."

"Still, I'm not a ladies' man like you."

"Ha!"

It was his turn to laugh skeptically. "You are, man. I see how
you are around girls. You're super cool, like you're just hangin'
out." He cut me off before I could protest. "You're not conceited
or anything, but you're still smooth. If I had half your
confidence, I'd be getting laid right and left. I mean, I'd have
to beat them off with a stick like you do!"

"I don't have to beat them off with a stick," I grumbled.

He laughed again. "You don't think so? Remember that club the
first week you were here?"

I nodded.

"_Every_ girl asked about you. 'Who's your cute friend?' 'Is he
dating anyone?' 'Can you introduce me?' Trust me, man, they were
on you like white on rice."

"Well, I remember it a little differently," I said. The girls
were flocking around _him_.

"Sure, the girls were nice to me, but they weren't interested or
anything. I mean, not like they were with you."

"Are you kidding me? You had girls hanging on you all night."

"Yeah, but not like _that_."

I snorted. "Trust me, they were interested."

"Really?"

"You really _are_ clueless about girls, aren't you?"

"I told you," he said. Then he held up his empty bottle. "You
want another?"

"One more, then I'm done. I don't want a beer gut."

He nodded and returned a minute later with two fresh bottles.
They quickly beaded with moisture. We opened them and drank in
silence for a while.

"Do you really think they were interested?" he said at last.

"Yeah."

He laughed. "See what I mean? I had no idea."

I shook my head, more in disbelief than disagreement.

"What?"

"You're such a goof," I said.

"How?"

"On one hand, you're the most confident guy I know. You run your
business--"

"_Our_ business."

"Okay. You run _our_ business"--he nodded--"like a pro," I said.
"You were captain of the football team, captain of the baseball
team, _Mister_ Franklin High School, King of the Prom, voted Most
Likely to Succeed, and God knows what else. But you're shy around
girls? What gives?"

"I can be friends with them, sure. But when it comes to the
other...?" He shook his head.

"You had a girlfriend who fucked your brains out in some of the
_kinkiest_ ways," I continued, "you have the courage to get naked
with another couple, and you even have the balls to ask another
guy if he wants to sunbathe nude. Pardon the pun."

We shared a grin.

"But you _still_ want me to believe you're shy around women?"

"What can I say?"

I laughed and took a long pull at my beer. "You sure know how to
make a guy feel good."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm not making fun of you," I said. "I'm serious. Here I am, all
worried that I'll never be like you, that I'll never be as self-
assured and cool, and you're telling me that you envy _me?_"

"I guess that about sums it up." He paused and we grinned at each
other. Finally, he said, "You really want to be like me?"

I nearly snorted my beer. "Are you kidding me? You're the coolest
guy I know. Of _course_ I want to be like you."

He laughed. "And I thought _I_ was a basket case."

"_Basket case?_ Basket case! I'll show you a--"

He dashed up the hill. I ran after him, but my legs weren't as
long. I caught up with him when he tried to vault the hedge
beyond the pool. It was all over once I got my hands on him. I
wrestled him toward the pool and threw him in, clothes and all.
He pulled me in with him, and we both came up sputtering.

"Basket case?" I said, and shoved him under.

He came up grinning.

I couldn't help but laugh.

-----

Randi tried not to smirk when she handed me the envelopes. I must
have turned beet red, because she actually laughed.

"Relax," she said. "I've seen a lot worse."

"Worse?"

"Poor choice of words," she said. "I've seen a lot... wilder."

"Ah."

She leaned close and tapped the envelopes. "Is this your
girlfriend?"

I nodded.

"Lucky guy." She smiled. "You're not a bad photographer, either."

"Really? Thanks."

"You need a haze filter," she said, "but other than that... not
bad." She totaled the bill and I paid her. "Can I ask a personal
question?" she said at last.

"Sure, I guess."

"Is Trip... um... is he seeing anyone right now?"

I shook my head.

"Um... would you mind doing something for me?"

"Not at all."

She dithered for a moment, but then wrote her phone number on a
notepad. She folded the slip of paper and held it out. "Would you
give this to him?"

"Sure thing."

In a fit of uncertainty, she tried to take it back.

I pulled it out of reach, more from instinct than anything else.

"He probably doesn't even remember me," she said.

"No, he does."

Her eyes lit up, but she quickly composed herself. "Oh?"

"Uh-huh. He said you were friends in high school."

"He did?"

"Yeah. He said you were on the school newspaper."

"God, I must've taken his picture about a million times," she
said, semi-dreamy. Then she tried to play it off. "It was my
job."

"Still, he said you were friends." I held up the paper. "And
thanks for this." I leaned forward confidentially. "He wanted me
to ask for it, like it was for me." It was a white lie, but a
harmless one. I knew him well enough to realize that he was
interested, after all.

"He did?" she said.

I nodded. "Don't tell him I told you, though."

"Oh, I won't. You can count on me. Do you really think he'll
call?"

Helping his confidence was one thing, but making promises was
another, so I fudged my answer. "I'll give him your number."

She beamed. "Thanks."

When I got back to the apartment, I handed the note to Trip.

"What's this?"

I told him. "Sorry," I finished. "I know I shouldn't have said
anything before I talked to you, but she's cute, and I thought..."
I shrugged. "You know."

"Should I call her?"

"Duh!"

"When?"

"Tonight," I said. "Unless you have something better to do?"

"Won't that seem too eager?"

I shook my head, but then looked at my watch. "You're off the
hook for the moment, though. I need to call Kendall."

With a nod, he headed up to the main house so I could have some
privacy.

"How was the test?" I asked when Kendall came to the phone.

"Long and hard."

"Not in a good way, I'll bet."

She didn't even chuckle.

"How do you think you did?"

"Okay."

"Just okay?" _This from the girl who scored a perfect 1600 on the
SAT?_

"It's a hard test, Paul. They don't want stupid people in medical
school."

"Hey, I was just asking. Sorry."

She sighed. "No, _I'm_ sorry. I shouldn't've snapped at you. I'm
just tired." She yawned, which was a not-so-subtle signal.

"Do you want me to call you in the morning?"

"You get up pretty early, don't you?"

My face fell. "Yeah, but..."

"I think I'm gonna sleep in tomorrow," she said, her voice dull
and lifeless. "I love you. I'll see you tomorrow. I'll try to be
in a better mood. Okay?"

"Sure," I said. "No problem."

We said goodbye and hung up.

"Yeah," I grumbled, "beating 'em off with a stick."

-----

Trip didn't call Randi, so I gave him a hard time about it over
breakfast. For whatever reason, he had to work up the nerve
before he was brave enough to make a move. I didn't have the same
problem, but I knew why: Susan. I probably would've been just
like Trip if I hadn't met her. Gina also helped, as well as my
parents and their lifestyle, but Susan was the real reason.

Talking to Trip made me realize how lucky I was. He was a
confident guy, except where girls were concerned. He wasn't a
shrinking violet, but he wasn't assertive, either. I might not be
able to control my temper--I was getting better--and I couldn't
run a business like he could, but I didn't have a problem being
cool around a pretty girl.

I laughed again, silently. _I guess that explains why he has a
successful business and I have a successful love life._

My grin turned sour as I thought about it. In reality, I _didn't_
have a successful love life. One girlfriend had dumped me and the
other one only wanted me when she was horny. Sure, she'd been
busy with studying, but I was busy with work.

Our relationship was turning into sex, sex, and more sex. We
didn't talk about anything else. And when we were together,
that's all we did. I never asked about her studying, and she
never asked about my work. I probably wouldn't understand half of
what she told me, but I still could've taken _some_ interest. For
her part, she could've asked about the houses. But neither of us
did.

_That_ was a problem.

I'd screwed up my relationship with Gina by not doing anything
about our problems, and I vowed not to make the same mistake with
Kendall.

-----

Kendall was sitting on the apartment steps when we pulled into
the driveway after work. She leapt to her feet when she saw us.
Her chest strained her pale blue shirt, and her collar was open,
showing a healthy expanse of tanned cleavage. To complete the
look, she wore a white miniskirt to show off her long, brown
legs.

After a quick hello, Trip headed up to the main house to shower.
Kendall and I went upstairs to the apartment. I pulled her into a
kiss, but I couldn't keep my hands off her. She was just as
eager, so we quickly sank to the floor.

Our sex was hard and fast, over in minutes. I hadn't even taken
off my pants. They were bunched around my ankles, with clods of
dirt from my boots dusting the floor around them. Kendall's chest
heaved, and her nipples poked through the thin fabric of her bra
and blouse. Her skirt was scrunched around her waist, and I had
no idea where her panties were.

"Thanks," she panted, "I needed that."

I hid a grimace and climbed off her. I'd had delusions of actual
conversation before the wham, bam, thank you ma'am. Evidently, my
control wasn't as good as I thought. Kendall didn't seem to
notice my disappointment. Instead, she moistened her lips and
eyed me hungrily.

"How about a shower?" I suggested. I wanted to have sex again,
but later. I hoped we could hold off long enough to have a real
conversation.

We couldn't. When we started soaping each other, one thing led to
another. The shower ran cold as she was sucking my dick. She
didn't stop, even when I reached back to divert the nozzle. I
exploded down her throat and caught my breath as she nursed my
shrinking dick. When I finally turned off the water, she stood
and smiled.

"That was a nice appetizer," she said. "What's for the main
course?"

"Jeez. You'd think we hadn't had sex in--"

"Nineteen days, three hours, and fifteen minutes."

My eyebrows shot up.

"Okay," she said, "I made up the part about fifteen minutes." She
paused to think. "Unless you consider phone sex," she said. "In
that case, it's been--"

"Okay, so it's been a while."

She grinned.

"I just thought we might like to talk or something."

"Sure. What would you like to talk about? Fellatio? Cunnilingus?
Anal sex? Semen production in a healthy adult male? Sexual
proclivities of college students? Average frequency of--"

I laughed. "Okay... Uncle!"

She stepped close and smiled.

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. "I'm glad you're here,"
I said at last.

"Me _too_."

-----

Trip went out for pizza and brought it back to the apartment. We
sat in the living room and simply relaxed as we ate. Kendall
started to ask about his break-up, but changed the subject after
one look at his expression. We talked for a while after that, but
it was meaningless fluff, instantly forgettable.

The conversation finally died when I couldn't suppress my yawns
anymore. Trip offered to spend the night in the main house, and
stood to take his leave. Kendall and I bid him goodnight and
unfolded the sofa bed.

We took off our clothes and climbed into bed, just like a married
couple. She pressed herself against me, and I didn't need to be
quick on the uptake to realize that she was in the mood.
Unfortunately, I wasn't. Twelve hours at work, two orgasms, and
three slices of pizza had done me in.

Still, I wasn't _completely_ exhausted, so I decided to talk
instead. "What was the MCAT like?"

She kissed my chest.

"Did it take all day? Or was it just a couple of hours?"

Her fingers trailed down my stomach until she found my limp dick.

"When will you get your results?"

"In a couple of months," she said at last. She lifted the sheet,
but I stopped her before she could disappear beneath it. She
grinned when I rolled her to her back and propped myself above
her.

"What's a perfect score?"

Her grin turned into a frown. "Why do you want to know all this?
You're not planning to take the MCAT, are you?"

"No, but you took it, so I thought I'd ask you about it."

"It was an impossibly hard test," she said, "and I'm glad it's
over." She gave me a searching look. "Don't you want to make
love?"

"Maybe in a little while," I said. "I thought we could talk."

"About what?"

"About the MCAT. About your life. About _my_ life, maybe."

Her brow furrowed.

I shrugged. "Every time we talk, it's always about sex."

"I _like_ sex, especially with you." She wriggled seductively.

"I'm serious, Kendall," I said.

She blinked, and her expression changed.

"All we ever do is have sex, or _talk_ about it," I said, "and I
miss just talking about... stuff."

She immediately became genuine and affectionate. "I'm sorry," she
said. "I thought you were in the mood."

"I am," I lied. "Sorta." I didn't want to tell her the truth,
because I knew how _I_ felt when the situation was reversed.
Besides, her body never failed to arouse me, so I knew I'd be in
the mood sooner or later. "I just want to talk for a while," I
said. "I mean, we haven't really spent much time together since
camp, and we haven't talked much either. I guess I want to act
like a real couple for a change, instead of sex maniacs."

"But I _like_ being a sex maniac."

I chuckled.

"Okay," she said, smiling, "what do you want to talk about?"

"Anything. Just not sex. Okay?"

"I promise." She grinned. "But can we have sex afterward?"

"Yeah, okay."

"Gee," she teased, "you really know how to make a girl feel
special."

I laughed and rolled to my back. She draped herself across me and
rested her head on my shoulder.

"How are the houses going?" she asked.

"We're ahead of schedule," I began, "and we have contracts on all
three. We set the closing date for the first two, and the third
will probably close later that afternoon. It's easier for the..."

She listened for fifteen or twenty minutes, even though she
probably didn't care about most of it. I didn't need to know the
specifics of the MCAT, but I asked anyway. Mostly, I enjoyed
listening to her talk about something she obviously cared about.

When the conversation wound down, she ran her hand over my chest
and kissed me lightly. She gazed into my eyes, judging my mood. I
smiled and pulled her back down. Our kisses heated slowly, and I
pulled her hand to my manhood. She stroked me gently, her lips
never leaving mine. When I was ready, I guided her hips as she
mounted me.

We took our time, moving together as the bed squeaked beneath us.
She came before I did, and held me tightly as I worked myself
toward my own climax. She moaned softly when I thrust hard and
spurted deep within her. Then we held each other as our hearts
and breathing slowly returned to normal.

"Mmm, that was nice," she said at last.

I gently squeezed her ass.

"I really, _really_ needed that."

"Me too." _In more ways than one,_ I thought. In a way, I was
proud of myself. I'd actually done something about a problem
_before_ it got out of hand.

-----

Kendall was asleep when I woke up, but it was still early. My
body was used to waking up at five o'clock, Saturday or not. I
didn't want to get out of bed, so I rolled over and scooted
behind her. She wasn't used to sleeping with someone, so she
tried to pull away. I simply waited until she got used to having
my arms around her. Then I closed my eyes and drifted back to
sleep.

I woke for good a few hours later. Eight o'clock was sinfully
late for me, so I got up and went to the bathroom. When I
returned, Kendall had her arm over her face to block the light
streaming through the window.

"What time is it?" she said.

"Eight." I thought about doing some sit-ups to work off the pizza
from the night before, but I wasn't ready for a morning workout.
"So, what's the plan for today?" I said instead.

"Come back to bed and I'll tell you."

I climbed in and the metal springs squeaked as I scooted next to
her. She rolled over and draped herself on me. She was still
half-asleep, and she yawned. I hoped she didn't want to lounge in
bed all day, but I decided to relax and bide my time.

"Mmmmm," she said at last. "You're so warm. But this bed... Ugh! I
forgot how sore I was last time I was here."

"You get used to it," I said.

"I don't see how. This can't be good for your back." She shifted.
"And this bar..."

I shrugged. I couldn't make her like the bed, no matter what I
said, so I kept my mouth shut.

She propped an elbow, and her blue eyes practically glowed with
anticipation. She also made sure to let the sheet fall away from
her breasts. I looked, of course, and she smiled when I met her
eyes again. "Can we have a picnic here?" she said at last. "By
the pool?"

"Sure."

"Do you think Trip would take pictures of us?"

I wanted to draw her out, so I didn't answer immediately.

"You know," she said, "while we're making love."

I looked at her seriously. "And what about Trip? We can't screw
our brains out in front of him and then say, 'Thanks. Take a
hike.' You know?"

She tried to look hesitant, but it was an act. "Maybe he could
join us," she said.

Once again, I merely looked at her. I actually liked the idea,
but I wanted to see if she'd thought it through.

She misread my silence. "Why not?" she said, bristling. "We have
threesomes all the time with other women. How come I don't get to
do the same? No wonder the ERA failed. Some equal rights!"

"Whoa there, calm down," I said. "I didn't say no."

"As if I need to ask your _permission_."

"Hold on a sec," I said. "I never said--"

"What do you--?"

"Kendall, calm down--"

"Who are you to--?"

"Hold it!" I said at last. "I think it sounds fun."

She continued to argue, but then my words registered. She
blinked. "You do?"

"Sure. Why not? I mean, you're right, we have threesomes with
other girls. So we can do it with another guy. As a matter of
fact, I think it's a great idea."

"Really?"

I nodded.

"You're not upset or anything?"

"Why should I be? It's not like I own you or something. You don't
need an Equal Rights Amendment to tell you that."

"Do you think Trip will do it?" She sat up, eager. "Did you show
him the pictures? Do I look good? What did he say? Did he get a
hard-on?"

I laughed. "Slow down. No, I haven't shown him the pictures--I
just picked them up. But the girl at the shop thought you were
pretty."

Kendall beamed.

"And if Trip saw them, he'd probably get a hard-on."

"Do you really think so?"

"Absolutely." I liked the idea of sharing her with him. After
all, her fantasies were some of the best sex we had. "He thinks
you're sexy."

"But will he have a threesome with us?"

I thought about it for a moment. He'd be reluctant at first,
because of an unwritten rule most guys had: we didn't hit on our
friends' girlfriends. But Trip hadn't had sex in nearly a month,
and he wasn't a monk. Far from it. We didn't talk about jerking
off, but I was pretty sure he did it nearly every day. Not as
often as me, but still a lot.

"Will you ask him, Paul?" Kendall said, drawing me back. "Do you
think he'll do it?"

"Not if we tell him up front. Let's ask him to take pictures
first. Then, once he's had time to get into it, we can see if he
wants to join us."

"Will he say yes?"

"I'm sure you can convince him," I said with a grin.

She kissed me, long and hard and deep, her breasts mashed against
my chest. We both had to catch our breath when she finally pulled
back. "Oh, Paul," she said, "I love you so much."

"I love you too," I said. I moved her hand toward my nascent
erection, but she pulled it back.

"No," she said. "Save it for later. You can't be worn out before
we even start." Her eyes lit up. "I know! Let's look at the
pictures instead."

"Are you kidding?"

She shook her head. "Why?"

I rolled her over and pinned her arms above her head. Her breasts
rose and fell with her quickened breathing, her nipples pink and
soft. I nipped one of them, sucking until it stiffened under my
tongue. "We can look at the pictures later," I said as I switched
to the other nipple.

She protested feebly when I spread her legs and climbed between
them. Her protests turned to whimpers when I sawed my cock along
her slit, spreading her moisture.

"What are you going to do?" she said at last, even though she
knew _exactly_ what I was doing.

With one hand still holding hers above her head, I used the other
to steady my shaft at her opening. "Why, Miss Payton," I drawled,
"I'm going to fuck you senseless." I leered down at her. "And
then Trip and I are going to fuck you even _more_ senseless."

"Oh, Mister Hughes! I'll be a poor drooling idiot by the time
you're done with me."

"Mmm hmm." I slowly buried my dick.

She stopped talking altogether, and eventually did her best
senseless impression.

-----

"What's up?" Trip said when I went up to the main house. "I
thought you had plans."

"That's what I came to talk to you about. We're gonna hang out
here, by the pool."

"That's the big surprise she had planned?"

"Not exactly. She wants to take more pictures." I grinned.
"Actually, we were hoping that _you_ would take some pictures."

His eyebrows rose. "Pictures? Like the picnic?"

"Uh-huh."

"You want me to...?"

"...take pictures of us having sex," I finished for him.

I didn't think his eyebrows could go any higher, but they did.

"Seriously," I said. "Are you up for it?" It was one of his
standard phrases, and I smirked when I said it.

He laughed, half at my jibe, half at the release of tension. "For
real?"

"For real. Will you do it?"

"I guess," he said at last.

"Don't sound so resigned," I said. "Kendall's totally hot when
she gets worked up."

"It's not _her_ that I'm worried about," he muttered, and it was
all I could do not to smile.

-----

Trip was nervous when Kendall and I walked up to the main house,
but he tried hard not to show it. He did his best not to stare at
Kendall, too, but without much luck there either. She was wearing
her skimpy string bikini, and even I couldn't keep my eyes off
her. With a silent chuckle, I realized that I needed to calm down
as much as Trip did.

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

"I'll get the camera."

"Nah. Let's just swim for a while."

"Oh. Um... okay."

Kendall dropped her towel on a lounge chair and kicked off her
flip-flops. She flashed us a coy smile and then waded into the
pool. She was obviously enjoying herself, playing the part of the
innocent seductress. But she was hardly innocent, and the sexual
tension made the day seem even hotter.

Trip nearly jumped out of his skin when I nudged him. I swallowed
a laugh and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my trunks. My
dick sprang into view as I lowered the shorts. I was half-hard,
but Trip was careful not to look. He didn't move to join me, so I
shot him a pointed look.

"I think I'll keep my trunks on," he said. "If it's all the same
to you."

"What fun would that be? I mean, you're the one who wants to be a
nudist, right?"

"But...? What if...? I mean... you know?"

"She's seen it before, man."

"Still," he said, "this is different."

"Don't worry about it. Just relax. Besides, this was her idea."

His eyes widened.

"Mmm hmm. _This_ was the surprise."

"Getting naked together?"

"Well, the pictures part," I said, since he obviously wasn't
ready for the whole truth. "The naked part makes sense, though."

"For _you_, maybe," he said. "But for me too?"

"Sure. Why not?" I kicked my trunks aside and looked at him
expectantly. He still didn't move, so I shrugged and walked
toward the deep end.

My dick swayed with each step, and Kendall's eyes followed me.
When I reached the diving board, I bounced and launched myself
into the air. The water broke around me and I plunged deep. Then
I arced toward Kendall and surfaced a few feet away.

"Hi," I said. "Fancy meeting you here."

She smiled. "Hi yourself."

She didn't even flinch as I kissed her and reached for the knot
at her back. I tugged it loose and then untied the string at her
neck. I flung the top toward the side, where it landed with a
soft plop. Trip did his best not to stare at her bare breasts. I
hid a smirk and untied her bottoms. I tossed them after the top,
and met his eyes.

"C'mon, take off your trunks and join us."

He hesitated.

"Dude," I said, "don't worry about your hard-on. I mean, I've got
one too. Besides, Kendall's seen it before. Remember?"

Trip muttered, "'C'mon,' he says, 'take off your trunks.'"

Kendall and I grinned at each other.

"'Don't worry about your hard-on,' he says."

I laughed.

He glared, more mocking than upset. "Hey, this may be easy for
you, nudist-boy, but some of us have a thing called modesty."

"I don't mind if you have an erection," Kendall said. "It's kind
of flattering, actually. Besides, Paul's right... I've seen it
before."

He didn't move.

"Please, Trip," she said. "It would mean a lot to me."

He looked away, but gripped the waistband of his trunks. When he
lowered them, his dick sprang free. He took two quick steps and
dived into the pool. He surfaced near the diving board and
reached up to hold himself. I patted Kendall and swam toward him.

"Relax, dude," I said when I reached him. "Kendall and I wouldn't
do this unless we trusted you. Besides, this is what nudists do."

"Really? You torture new guys?"

"Sure! It's our favorite pastime. We flaunt our women and then
make the new guys take pictures while we do the horizontal hula."
He couldn't help but laugh, so I grinned. "Seriously," I said.
"Just relax and go with the flow."

"This _is_ kinda nice," he admitted.

"See? I told you."

I gestured toward Kendall, and her expression shifted from
intense to demure. Trip didn't catch it, but I did--she'd been
following our conversation with rapt attention, even though she
couldn't hear it. I fought not to chuckle at her carefully
suppressed eagerness.

We joined her in the shallow end, where we stood in silence until
I said the first thing that came to mind. Kendall picked up the
thread of conversation, but she kept things light, and slowly
drew him out.

When he seemed relaxed enough, I decided to get things rolling. I
moved behind Kendall and gently rubbed her stomach. Trip met my
eyes, and I arched an eyebrow. _Are you really okay with this?_ I
asked.

He nodded, more calm than I thought he'd be. Kendall knew what
was going on, but she pretended not to notice. She merely smiled
at me over her shoulder when I began teasing her nipples. Trip
grew distracted, which was the whole point.

When I began rubbing my dick against Kendall's hip, _her_ side of
the conversation faltered as well. She stopped talking altogether
when I lowered my hand toward her pussy.

"Are you ready for the camera?" Trip said.

I nodded.

Kendall's eyes followed him as he went to fetch it. I smirked and
let her watch. Then I pulled my finger from within her, which got
her attention.

"Let's move to the blanket," I said.

She nodded, and I followed her up the steps. We dried off quickly
and spread the blanket on the lawn. Then she stepped close and
kissed me, her breasts soft against my chest.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

I kissed her again and smiled. "Lie down. Pose for us."

Trip joined me a moment later.

"Take a picture," I said.

"Now?"

I nodded. "With the sun behind us, it's a cool scene."

He finally saw what I was looking at: the shadows of two men
standing over a beautiful woman, completely nude. Trip snapped a
picture and wound the camera. We shifted a couple of times,
keeping our silhouettes recognizable for each frame.

"Are you ready?" I said at last.

He took a deep breath. "As ready as I'll ever be."

I flashed him a grin and sank to my knees between Kendall's feet.
She fought not to squirm in anticipation. I lay between her legs
and shouldered them apart. Trip snapped a picture. Moisture
beaded along Kendall's slit, and I paused to savor the view. Trip
snapped another picture, but I tuned him out. Instead, I
concentrated on Kendall's pussy.

She gasped when I spread her open and teased her with the tip of
my tongue. Then I licked in earnest. Her stomach fluttered, and I
licked again, adding a circle around her clit at the top of the
stroke. The taste of her arousal quickly overpowered the chlorine
from the pool. She gasped again when I gently sucked her inner
lips and flicked them with my tongue.

I licked and sucked for a long time, simply enjoying her body's
reactions. Trip clicked away in the background, and quickly used
two rolls of film. He'd started on the third when I decided to
push her over the edge.

I thrust a finger into her and crooked the tip, pressing her G-
spot. She gripped my head and arched her back. I sucked gently,
teasing her clit with my lips. The sensitive pearl shrank from my
touch, but I pressed the base with my fingers and began flicking
my tongue. I felt her pussy contract, so I began rubbing her clit
in earnest.

She exploded in total silence. She wasn't even breathing,
although her pussy clutched at my finger. I pressed her G-spot
from the inside and her clit from the outside. She quivered, her
muscles taut with ecstasy. When she finally went limp, I kissed
her smooth mons and looked up her body.

_Sorry, Professor,_ I silently joked, _I don't know if I can do
better than that._

After a moment I rose to my knees and looked at Trip. He was
wide-eyed. "Wow," he said. Then he held up the camera. "I got
some great shots."

I smiled and looked back at Kendall. Her face was flushed, and
her breasts heaved with her breathing. She pursed her lips, still
concentrating on the lingering pleasure of her orgasm. Even her
eyelids had turned a dusky rose from the force of it.

"So," Trip asked hesitantly, "what's next?"

I turned and blinked, still caught up in Kendall's beauty. Then I
shook my head to clear it. "Huh?"

"What're you going to do next?"

"I dunno. Any suggestions?" He blushed, so I decided to tease him
some more. "I thought I'd let her cool off for a minute. Then I
kinda want to play with her tits."

He grinned, but his eyes were drawn to her chest.

"After that, I dunno. Maybe--"

"Hello?" Kendall said. "I'm still here." She shaded her eyes and
looked up at us.

Something within me turned mischievous. I waved my hand like Obi-
wan Kenobi. "Sorry, Miss, these aren't the dicks you're looking
for."

Trip nearly lost it.

I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing.

Kendall was _not_ amused--I was messing up her perfectly good
fantasy with goofy _Star Wars_ jokes.

"Ahem," I said at last. "Why don't you lie back, Miss Payton, and
we'll continue."

She shot me a pointed glance, but lay back and spread her legs.

I gripped my dick at the base, but another joke struck me. I
waved my shaft like a light saber. "_This_ is the weapon of a
Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or random as a blaster, but an elegant
weapon for a more civilized age."

Trip and I broke into snickers again. Kendall lifted her head and
glared at us.

"Sorry, Miss Payton."

"Yeah, sorry," Trip said.

I scooted between her upraised knees and rested my hands on her
thighs. Trip saw what I was about to do, so he moved to get a
better angle.

Kendall's expression changed when I lowered my hips and rubbed
her pussy with my dick. She gradually relaxed as I worked myself
into her. Trip snapped several pictures, but I focused on
Kendall. When I finally ground my hips against her thighs, I
leaned forward and held myself above her. She closed her eyes,
and I began thrusting.

I fucked her missionary-style for a while. I varied my strokes
and changed my angle, but nothing too fancy. Since Trip was
taking pictures, I didn't want to get in his way. Kendall didn't
seem to care one way or the other--she liked it all.

Eventually, I pulled out and turned her over. She rose to her
hands and knees, and I scooted behind her. I took my time so Trip
could get some good shots. When I began thrusting for real, I
fucked her with long, powerful strokes, and eventually drove her
to the blanket.

After several minutes, I pulled out and rolled her to her back so
I could shoot on her face. Her eyes glowed as I straddled her
chest. She pushed her breasts together so I could rub my slippery
shaft between them. Trip snapped away, and Kendall reveled in the
attention.

Finally, I scooted forward and held my dick above her lips. Then
I groaned in pleasure as she kissed the sensitive head. I was
close to the point of no return, so I began stroking. She lay
back and closed her eyes.

"Get ready," I grunted, more for Trip than Kendall.

He knelt and focused.

The first jet arced from my dick and landed on her forehead. She
flinched in surprise, but moaned as the remaining spurts coated
her nose, lips, and chin.

After a long moment I sat back and panted, careful to keep my
weight off her stomach. I gestured at her semen-covered face, and
Trip took a few pictures. I used the opportunity to glance at his
dick. He was rock hard, no surprise, and I smiled to myself. He
wouldn't turn down the chance to have sex--not in a million
years.

When we caught our breath, I helped Kendall to her feet. "Let's
cool off," I said, my mouth cottony.

"If you don't mind," Trip said, "I think I'll--"

I caught his eye and shook my head.

He looked a question at me.

_Trust me,_ I said silently.

He stared back, confounded. Then he gestured at his dick, vague
but urgent.

I knew what he wanted, obviously, but I couldn't let him go. I
jerked my head at the pool. _Come on._

He looked perplexed and perturbed at the same time, but he
followed. We waded into the water, where Kendall rinsed off and
then rested on the steps. Trip gestured me toward the drop-off.

"Dude," he hissed, "what the hell is going on? I took the
pictures, now let me get the hell out of here so I can take care
of... you know!"

I almost laughed, since he didn't get flustered very often.

"I'm serious," he warned, "I'm ready to fucking explode."

I didn't want to sound cheesy, so I decided to tell him the
truth. "Kendall and I are swingers."

"_So?_ I don't care if you're Captain and Tennille, I'm ready to...
Hold on, did you say '_swingers_'?"

"Yeah."

His expression changed entirely, and I could've knocked him over
with a feather.

"Part of Kendall's surprise," I said, as calmly as I could, "was
that she wanted to have a threesome with another guy."

"What's that have to do with me?" he asked. Evidently, I wasn't
the only one who was slow on the uptake. Before I could explain,
his jaw dropped. "You're _kidding_," he said. "You're fucking
kidding."

I shook my head. He must've been _really_ flustered, since he
didn't swear very often.

"And you'd let her do that?"

"Why shouldn't I?" I said. "I mean, we have sex with other women,
so why shouldn't we do it with another guy?"

He recoiled. "You don't do any gay stuff, do you? I mean, I
didn't think you--"

"Dude! Get a grip. I like girls."

"Jesus," he said, relieved, "don't scare me like that." We shared
a nervous laugh, but his trailed off. "Do you really want me to
do it with her?"

"Actually," I deadpanned, "she wants _both_ of us to, ahem, 'do
it' with her."

He shook his head in bewilderment. "What the hell was I doing in
high school?"

"You were king of the school! Mister Popularity. In with the In
Crowd. While _I_, my popular friend, was having sex. Lots of it.
With different girls--_women!_--morning, noon, and night, non-
stop, wall-to-wall sex."

He grinned.

"So," I asked, using his phrase again, "are you _up_ for it?"

"For real?"

Instead of answering, I gestured for Kendall to join us. I didn't
want Trip to have too much time to think, since he might talk
himself out of it. After all, most people would never become
swingers if left to their own devices.

Kendall's eyes flashed as she rose and waded toward us.

"Trip wants to know if we're for real," I said.

She acted shy, which was typical. She wanted to _do_ most of the
things in her fantasies, but she also wanted to be "forced."

Trip didn't realize she was acting. "I dunno," he said.

"Tell him, Kendall," I said.

She heard the steel in my voice. "I... I want you both to fuck me,"
she said. "To fuck my face." She looked at Trip, but quickly
looked away, playing demure. "You can come in my mouth," she
said. "I swallow." Her voice grew stronger. "You can fuck me in
the ass, too."

His nostrils flared.

"You can take turns fucking me," she finished, "one after the
other, right here in the back yard."

_What, no TV crew?_ As soon as I thought it, I rolled my eyes at
myself. Kendall had a rich fantasy life, and I shouldn't make fun
of her for indulging it. I'd known plenty of guys whose
girlfriends wouldn't talk about sex, much less their fantasies.
So I was lucky to have a girlfriend who _would_, especially since
I got to enjoy them with her.

"Please, Trip," Kendall finished.

"Do you...?" He cleared his throat. "Are you serious?" He looked at
me. "You really want me to...?"

"Fuck her? Absolutely."

He blushed.

Kendall giggled. When Trip looked embarrassed, she broke
character and moved close to him. "I'm sorry," she said. "I
shouldn't laugh. This must be very difficult."

"You have _no_ idea," he said.

She smiled, warm and inviting. I silently marveled at how easily
she could read people and change her behavior to suit. "We really
want you to join us," she said. "_I_ want you to." She drew him
down for a kiss.

He was tentative at first, but he got into it when I didn't
object.

Kendall reached for his erection and stroked it gently. "Do you
want me to suck you?" she said when they broke the kiss.

I nearly laughed aloud when he made a beeline for the side of the
pool. Kendall looked confused. She probably thought he was
running away. I knew what was going on--he didn't want her to
drown, obviously--so I gestured for her to follow.

She reached him as he lifted himself out of the water and sat on
the edge of the pool. His dick jutted, jerking with his
heartbeat. I stifled another laugh at his expression, a cross
between guilt and pure lust.

Kendall lowered her lips to his shaft and he swallowed hard. He
closed his eyes as she engulfed more of him. She was trying to
impress him, so she kept going. His dick was shorter than mine,
but only by an inch or so. Still, it was enough to let her
swallow him whole.

"Oh, Jesus," he gasped. His shaft glistened when she pulled back.
She swallowed and then plunged down again. He gripped the pool
coping until his knuckles turned white.

"Nice?" I said glibly.

"Nice doesn't _begin_ to cover it."

Kendall moaned at the praise and swallowed him again.

When she began sucking in earnest, he didn't last long. He
grunted once, and she pumped him with her fist, her other hand
gently squeezing his balls. When his orgasm subsided, she pulled
away and smiled up at him. She opened her mouth and made an "all
gone" gesture. He nodded, still breathing heavy.

"My turn," I said, lifting myself to sit beside him. Kendall's
eyes flashed with desire as she moved between my legs. I brushed
her hair back so Trip could watch. He tried not to look, but the
scene drew his eyes like a lodestone.

"When did my life become a porn movie?" he wondered aloud.

"When you met me!" We shared a laugh, but then I grew serious.
"She can take care of me while you recover," I said. "She likes
me to come on her face, but I'm in the mood to shoot down her
throat." I could feel her getting hotter as I talked, so I
decided to feed her fantasy. "After that, we can take turns
fucking her."

Trip's eyebrows shot up. "She was serious about that?"

"Uh-huh. She's pretty wild when she gets worked up. But she likes
to be"--I was almost embarrassed to say it--"forced." Trip looked
alarmed, but I made a "watch this" gesture. Then I said to
Kendall, "Do you want us to take turns fucking you?"

She tried to pull away--she was acting innocent--but I held her
head down, so she nodded instead.

"Do you want us to come on your face?"

She moaned.

"See?" I said. "She's totally into it." I was going to say
something else, but then I had an idea. I looked at Kendall
again. "Do you want us to fuck you at the same time?"

She pulled back and gazed up at me, eyes round with desire. "Oh,
please, Paul. _Please_. You know I'll do anything..."

I turned stern. "Then suck me like you want me to fuck you."

She tried to swallow me whole.

Trip's erection had returned, and he wasn't trying to hide it.

"Let's move to the blanket," I said. "She can suck me while you
fuck her. Are you up for it?"

"Will you quit saying that? You sound like a dork."

His sudden flare of pique was better than hesitant silence, so I
grinned. "C'mon."

Trip followed us to the blanket. Kendall lay down and looked up
at us, practically squirming with desire. We stood over her for a
moment, our shadows longer than before.

Trip didn't jump when I nudged him, but he shot me a startled
glance. Then he grimaced and gave me a hard look. I merely winked
and sank to my knees by her head. He did the same between her
legs, although he spent a long moment simply staring at her.

When he finally stretched out, he took a long time just teasing
her with his fingers. He seemed fascinated by her smooth labia.
Finally, he leaned forward and gave her pussy an experimental
kiss. I tried not to hold my breath as he flicked his tongue
between her folds. He took his time, and eventually slid a finger
into her. Even from several feet away, I could tell that she was
wet and ready.

"God, she's tight," he said, almost absently. Then he met my eyes
for the first time in minutes. He seemed to be asking permission
one last time.

I nodded.

He rose to his knees, but then he hesitated.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"I'm trying to remember if I have any protection in my room."

"I'm on the pill," Kendall said.

"Are you sure?" Trip said. He was stalling.

I threw up my hands in mock exasperation. "Jeez! Will you just
shut up and fuck her?"

He realized that I was teasing him--mostly--so he didn't bristle.
Instead, he rubbed his glans over her slippery opening. When he
pressed forward, his brow knitted. "Jesus, she really _is_
tight."

Kendall clutched the blanket and moaned softly. Trip's dick
wasn't especially long or thick, but it was _new_, and she seemed
to shiver as he worked himself into her. When his hips finally
met her thighs, he grinned up at me.

"Nice, huh?"

"God, _yes_," he said. He rested his hands on her thighs and
pulled back tentatively. His dick glistened with her juices.

My own dick was still painfully erect, so I scooted closer. She
turned her head and engulfed me, her tongue working over my
swollen crown. She groaned when Trip slowly entered her again,
her nostrils flaring as she breathed. He pulled back and thrust
again, his shaft spreading her labia, pink with desire and shiny
with arousal.

He eventually worked into a rhythm. His confidence built with his
pace, and soon he was fucking her for real. Much to my surprise,
he pulled out a few minutes later. I almost asked what he was
doing, but I decided to wait and see. Without even looking at me,
he lay between her legs again. He slid one finger into her and
began teasing her clit with his tongue.

Kendall started sucking me as though her life depended on it. I
pinched and rolled her nipples, which made her moan softly. Trip
licked her for a while, before he rose and scooted between her
thighs again. He slid into her with steady pressure and then
began fucking her, his shaft pumping smoothly.

He repeated the switch three more times, fucking her for a while
and then going down on her. She had two small orgasms, although
Trip didn't realize why she went silent and rigid for a few
moments at a time. Maybe he was used to girls screaming in
ecstasy when they came.

Whatever he was used to, he certainly put on a show.
Unfortunately, I was too worked up to enjoy it for long. My balls
ached with the need for release, so I held Kendall's head and
stroked myself until I exploded down her throat. She swallowed
and then nursed my deflating shaft as Trip switched again. When I
pulled away to give him room, he began fucking her with steady
strokes.

"Where do you want me to come?" he finally grunted.

Kendall was incoherent with pleasure, so I answered, "Wherever
you want."

"Tits," he said at last. Then he pulled out and straddled her
chest. Her eyes managed to focus, and she watched him stroke
himself. He aimed and exploded, showering her breasts with pearly
drops of semen. When his orgasm subsided, he closed his eyes and
panted, his face slack with pleasure.

After we caught our breath, we decided to cool off. We went for a
quick swim and then returned to the blanket. Trip even laughed
and joked, completely unconcerned that we were all naked and had
just had sex.

Kendall and I shared a silent grin. Then she moistened her lips.
The look was enough to make my dick twitch, and the conversation
died as sexual tension replaced it.

I waggled my eyebrows. "Again?"

Trip's grin was answer enough.

"Do you want to fuck her in the ass?"

"Really?"

I answered with a question: "Do you have baby oil? Suntan oil?"

He shot to his feet. "Be right back."

Kendall merely grinned at me. Then she mouthed, "Thank you."

"My pleasure," I said aloud. Then I gently pushed her back and
climbed between her legs. Her pussy was already wet, and I slid
into her easily. Trip's face fell when he returned and saw me. I
fought not to laugh.

"Don't worry," I said. "You can still fuck her in the ass."

"I'm cool," he demurred. "Whenever you... um... when you're done."

"I'd thought we'd do it at the same time."

His eyebrows shot up.

With a grin, I hooked my arms under her and rolled us to my back.
She reached between our bodies and re-seated my dick. Then she
sank onto it with a small groan. I spread my legs, which pushed
hers apart as well. After she steadied herself, I reached down
and spread her cheeks.

Trip hesitated. "I... um... I don't... What should I do?"

"Just get between our legs and stick it in."

He sank to his knees and fumbled for a minute. I couldn't see
what he was doing, but I never felt his legs against mine. I
finally looked over her shoulder--he looked confused.

"Do you want to get on the bottom?" I said. I tried not to sound
patronizing, but it wasn't easy. He simply didn't have as much
experience as I did. He also didn't want to touch another guy
during sex. It was another of those unwritten rules, part and
parcel of the "I'm not a fag" reaction most men had. I tapped
Kendall and she swung off me. "Trade with me," I said to him.

He tried not to let his relief show, but I knew him well enough
to catch the faint flicker. He lay on his back, his erection flat
against his stomach. Kendall put a hand on his chest and smiled
as she straddled him. With practiced ease, she set his dick at
her pussy and sat back.

"Spread your legs," I told him. When he hesitated, I tried to
reassure him. "Trust me. It feels really good."

She moaned in anticipation, which did a lot to convince him. But
then I chuckled at a thought, and he looked up with alarm. I
waved away his panic. "Did you ever have a full physical before
football season?"

He frowned at the non sequitur.

"We had 'em before wrestling season," I continued, undeterred.
"You know, the kind where the doctor holds your balls and tells
you to turn your head and cough. Then he tells you to relax..."

Trip nodded.

"...so he can stick his finger up your butt?"

Despite his nervousness, he chuckled at a similar memory.

"Well, this is kinda like that... only I'm not gonna go near your
butt." My grin widened. "But I still get to say, 'Relax, this
won't hurt a bit.'"

We shared a goofy grin and he lay back on the blanket. Kendall
groaned as he spread his legs, since his dick moved within her. I
paused for a moment to admire her pink labia where they
surrounded his shaft. Then I knelt and squirted oil into my palm.
I coated my dick first, and then Kendall's ass. I made sure not
to touch Trip, but he was tense anyway. Instead of scooting
forward immediately, I decided to distract him.

"Start thrusting," I said.

He looked over Kendall's shoulder, uncertain.

"Go ahead," I said. "I'm gonna watch for a few minutes." That
seemed as weird as anything else, but he started moving. Kendall
groaned softly and clutched him, her breasts bulging to the sides
as they mashed against his chest.

I let him thrust for a few minutes. He was awkward at first,
unsure, but he gradually got into a rhythm. Just when I thought
he was distracted enough, he missed his thrust and his dick
slipped along her well-oiled crack.

He realized it after several thrusts, but then he couldn't get
the angle right to re-enter her. Worse, he obviously didn't want
to reach behind her--he might touch me accidentally. He tried
several more times, but nothing worked.

I was tired of waiting, so I lifted her hips and set his dick at
her opening. He slid into her, but then we all froze.

"Dude," he said at last. "Did you just...?"

I was as shocked as he was. "Yeah. Um... sorry."

"Fuck. That was weird."

"No kidding."

"Um... thanks," he said.

"Don't mention it." I was caught between recoiling and laughing,
the surreal and the absurd.

"Are you... um... are you gonna stick it in now?" he asked. "Yours, I
mean."

I was too flummoxed to laugh. "If you're ready."

"Yeah, I guess so."

I scooted forward and re-lubricated my dick. Trip didn't flinch
when my thighs touched his. We were both still surprised by my
impromptu helping hand. He merely held Kendall while I situated
my dick at her rectum. She moaned softly as I pushed into her. I
took my time, since I didn't want to make Trip nervous. I thought
everything was fine when I buried myself completely, but then he
spoke up.

"Um... I hate to ask, but... are your balls touching mine?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Just making sure," he said, surprisingly sanguine.

"Sorry, man, it comes with the territory."

He snorted a laugh.

I laughed too, but without much amusement. I'd done this before,
albeit with another swinger (and Susan's help). Trip was a
complete beginner, and just as nervous. Between the two of us, we
barely knew what we were doing. Finally, I took a deep breath and
tried to settle my nerves.

"All right," I said at last. "Let me get started first." I pumped
slowly, but picked up my pace after a minute. Trip simply held
Kendall's hips, his dick unmoving within her.

"I don't mean to sound gay," he said at last, "but your dick
feels... um... really good."

I stopped moving and the silence hung heavy around us. After a
long moment I laughed, a release of nervous tension. The sound
filled the yard as Trip chuckled too. I couldn't hear Kendall,
but I could feel her shaking with amusement.

We finally settled down, and Trip looked at me over her shoulder.
We shared a grin, but then I arched an eyebrow in silent
challenge.

"Whatever it is," he said, "I'm up for it." He frowned and
muttered, "I gotta stop saying that."

At some unspoken signal, we both started thrusting. We both had
to concentrate, but it grew easier with time. Finally, we found a
rhythm we were comfortable with. It was slow and deliberate, but
it worked.

The sound of my hips slapping her ass filled the yard. She held
on, her breasts bulging against Trip's chest. I felt his dick
moving within her, rubbing against mine through the thin wall
between her pussy and ass. She moaned in time with our thrusting.

When Trip finally buried himself as deep as he could, I felt him
come within her. I quickened my own pace and felt my balls
tingle. A minute later, I thrust deep and exploded. I clamped my
eyes shut and held her hips as I bathed her insides with hot
semen.

She began rocking her hips before my orgasm even subsided. With
two dicks inside her, she didn't have much room to move, but she
didn't _need_ much. Trip and I were both still hard within her,
and she quickly tensed. She arched her back once and fell silent,
gripped in the throes of a powerful orgasm.

When she finally collapsed against him, we lay there for a while,
panting and trying to catch our breath. Finally, I pulled back,
and my dick emerged, limp and lifeless. Trip's dick slipped from
her as well, but none of us moved.

"Everyone okay?" I finally asked.

"Yeah," Trip said.

Kendall merely shuddered with an aftershock.

"I'll take that to be a yes," I said with a grin.

-----

We decided to go out for dinner after we cleaned up. Kendall
wanted Italian, and Trip knew the perfect place. We had skipped
lunch, so we were all starving. I tried not to eat too much, but
I cleaned my plate anyway.

Over the remains of our Cokes, we talked about our plans for the
evening. Kendall wasn't in the mood for a movie, and _none_ of us
were in the mood to sit around and watch TV, so Trip suggested a
concert at a club near Vanderbilt.

"Only if you call Randi," I said.

He looked abashed, but Kendall perked up. I told her the story.

"Call her, Trip," she said when I finished. "It'll be fun."

He glared at me, but I didn't flinch. So we paid the check and
went back to the apartment. He called Randi and managed to ask
her out. She gave him directions to her house, and he told her
we'd be there in an hour.

Kendall and I grinned at him when he hung up.

"Oh, be quiet," he said.

We took his car, since the Cruiser was dirty from the
construction site. Kendall and I lounged in the back seat of the
Impala and watched the scenery. Randi's family lived in a nice
part of town, although not nearly as nice as Trip's. She was
waiting on the porch when we pulled up.

"Get out and open the door for her," I said to Trip as he put the
car in Park.

"I'm not an _idiot_," he shot back.

Randi turned in the seat once Trip closed the door. I introduced
Kendall and they smiled in greeting.

Trip talked about the band as we drove toward Vanderbilt and the
club. He was right, I'd never heard of them. Still, I liked his
taste in music, and the club sounded like fun. Not surprisingly,
he knew the manager, who let us in for free. Randi looked
impressed. Even Kendall smiled as the bouncers ushered us past
the line and into the club.

The back half of the building had an upstairs with a balcony, and
Trip led us up. He knew the upstairs manager as well, so we got
one of the best tables.

"How do you know all these guys?" I finally asked as we went to
the bar to order drinks. The music was loud, so we had to lean
close to speak.

"The general manager used to work with my dad," he shouted into
my ear, "and the guy up here is a studio musician. Steel guitar.
He also knows my dad."

"And they do nice things for you simply 'cause they know your
dad?"

"Music is big business in this town," he shouted back.

To me, Mr. Whitman was simply Frank. I never thought of him as a
big-shot country music producer. Evidently, I was wrong. As if to
prove the point, the bartender handed Trip a cassette tape. "For
your dad," the guy shouted over the din.

Trip merely smiled and pocketed the tape. I'd seen him with other
tapes at other concerts, but I hadn't thought much about them. I
thought they were recordings of the shows, or mix tapes. I had no
idea they were demo tapes.

To top things off, the bartender wouldn't let us pay for the
drinks. "On the house," he shouted, hooking a thumb toward the
upstairs manager.

Trip waved in thanks and tipped the bartender anyway.

"Don't you feel guilty?" I asked on the way back to the girls.

"What for?"

"The free drinks?"

"The cost of doing business, I guess. I don't _expect_ it, but I
won't turn it down, either. Besides," he added with a grin, "it's
kinda nice!"

"What about that guy's tape?"

"What about it? I'll listen to it and give it to my dad if it's
any good."

"But you don't like country music."

"Nope," he said. "But talent is talent, and I know good music
when I hear it. My dad's signed three bands that I brought him."

I shook my head in amazement. Then I laughed.

"What's so funny?" Kendall asked as I set her drink in front of
her.

I told her the story of the free drinks and the demo tape.

Trip blushed and shot a nervous glance at Randi, who looked star-
struck.

I teased him about it the rest of the night, but I also enjoyed
the perks--the bartender kept sending over drinks. Not
surprisingly, the girls were completely drunk by the time we
left. I had a good buzz, but Trip was more or less sober (he'd
been drinking Coke since midnight).

We listened to one of his mix tapes as we drove back to Franklin.
Kendall curled up with her head in my lap, and Randi slumped in
the front seat, a happy, docile drunk. Trip helped her to the
door when we reached her house. She gave him a sloppy,
enthusiastic goodnight kiss in return. He looked more surprised
than anything, but he was smiling when he returned to the car.

We drove home in silence. Trip offered to sleep in the main
house, but I shook my head. After our threesome, Kendall and I
didn't have many secrets from him, much less false modesty.
Besides, she was too drunk to be horny, so we wouldn't need the
privacy.

With a grateful nod, Trip headed to his bedroom and collapsed
onto the bed. I pulled out my sofa bed and managed to undress
Kendall without too much fuss. My head hit the pillow a minute
later, and I fell fast asleep.

-----

Kendall slept late the next morning, so Trip and I went swimming.
We didn't even bother with swimsuits. We simply threw our towels
over our shoulders and walked up the hill. The water was cold,
but it rinsed away the stale smell of sweat and cigarette smoke.

Once we got used to the cold, we lounged in the shallow end and
talked about the concert and Randi. The threesome never came up,
but I wasn't surprised. Trip seemed a little embarrassed about
the whole thing.

"Do you mind if I ask Kendall to spend the week?" I said.

"No problem, man," he said, although his voice was edged with
tension. He probably realized that our threesome wasn't a one-
time thing.

My stomach growled, so I changed the subject. "You ready for
breakfast? Kendall's probably awake by now."

She was, but she had a headache. I wasn't surprised, although I
_was_ a bit disappointed (I was horny, obviously). I suppressed
the urge and fetched her some aspirin. She swallowed the two
tablets, and I made her drink the entire glass of water. Then I
filled it again and made her drink that. She was surly, but she
drank.

Trip merely watched with a grimace of commiseration. He tried not
to look at her bare breasts, but I rolled my eyes at him. He'd
had _sex_ with her, for God's sake! He could look at her without
feeling guilty.

With a mental headshake, I realized that he wasn't entirely a
swinger yet. He'd taken the first steps, but he still had a long
way to go. I chuckled to myself and tried to remember how long it
had taken _me_ to get used to the idea.

We spent the rest of the morning by the pool. Trip's family was
due home anytime, so we wore our bathing suits. Besides, Kendall
still had a mild hangover. I was horny, but she obviously wasn't.
I told myself it wouldn't matter, since we'd have the rest of the
week. At that point, I decided to ask her and make it official.

"I wish I could," she said, "but I need to fill out my med school
application."

"You can do it here," I said.

"No, too many distractions." She smiled weakly. "Besides, all my
things are still at home."

"I'll fl--" _Aargh!_ "...drive down and get them for you."

"I know you would," she said, ignoring my faux pas, "but you know
my dad. He'd never let me stay here all week."

_He let you stay here this weekend,_ I thought acerbically.
_Besides, he knows we're sleeping together. He's known all
along!_

Trip noticed my irritation, but Kendall didn't.

"I wish I could stay," she repeated, "but I can't. Besides, I'd
never get any sleep if I did."

"Well, we wouldn't have sex _all_ the time," I said, my cheeks
heating.

"It's not that," she said. "It's your bed. Ugh!"

I thought about arguing, but I had the sneaking suspicion that
she'd keep coming up with excuses until I gave up. In reality,
she didn't _want_ to stay. I swallowed my frustration and pasted
on a fake smile.

Lunch was quiet, although I tried not to sulk. If Kendall
realized I was upset, she didn't say anything about it. She
packed her things a couple of hours later, and left before
dinner.

"So much for fixing things," I groused under my breath.
Evidently, it was going to be harder than I thought. I certainly
didn't need Professor Joska to tell me _that_.

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