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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 11
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mF, teen, oral
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Gina looked into my eyes. A shadow of doubt and confusion flashed 
across her expression. Her eyes suddenly brimmed with tears.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, her voice tremulous with 
suppressed emotion.

"No, everything's fine."

She swallowed hard. "You don't want to...?"

"I do. Very much." My dick was still erect, and pressed against 
her stomach as we knelt on the blanket. "There's nothing I want 
more, but... I can't."

She sniffled and tried to hold back her tears. "Why not?"

"Because if I do..." I looked into her eyes and almost shut my 
mouth. But I knew I had to do the right thing, as hard as it 
seemed. I had to be true to myself. I hugged her to me and felt 
her trembling. My erection was bent uncomfortably between us, but 
somehow, that was fitting. "Because if I do," I continued, "then 
you'll hate me."

"I won't hate you," she said hoarsely. "I love you. I always 
will."

I pulled back and held her at arms length, looking deep into her 
dark eyes. "I know you do. And I love you. But there's something 
I have to tell you."

She squeezed her eyes shut and a pair of tears rolled down her 
cheeks. She bit the inside of her lip, took a deep breath, then 
looked at me again.

"Why don't we sit down," I suggested, although I knew I was only 
delaying the inevitable.

She nodded hesitantly and sat back, her knees tucked demurely 
under her. I tried to ignore my jutting erection as I joined her 
on the blanket.

"There's a lot I have to tell you," I said.

And so I talked.

In general details, I told her about Susan. I told her that I 
loved Susan, but I wasn't _in love_ with her. Gina nodded 
shakily, so I continued. When I started talking about Stacy--once 
again, in general terms--Gina looked a bit more disturbed. I 
guess it was because Stacy was closer to our age, and more of a 
threat. Needless to say, I didn't mention my suspicions about 
Stacy being in love with me. Tears were running down Gina's face 
as I continued. To my credit, I didn't make excuses and I didn't 
whine.

As I told her about Amy, her face hardened and the tears stopped. 
When I told her that I had had sex with Amy, her nostrils flared. 
Her lips went white, and I swallowed hard, but kept going. By the 
time was I finished, Gina looked more angry than distraught. 
Alas, that was exactly what I had expected.

"Is this Amy person your girlfriend?" Gina asked, her voice cold 
and hard.

"She _was_. We broke up."

"Oh?" Her voice was full of contempt.

I tried not to cringe at her tone, and nodded solemnly. "Right 
before the end of school."

She crossed her arms and stared at me defiantly.

"I kind of ruined our relationship," I said. I left it at that.

Gina didn't say anything.

"It was my own fault, though," I said seriously. I paused for a 
moment and let the silence draw out. "I didn't want to tell you 
all this. But I've been thinking about it a lot."

She snorted derisively.

I stared at her levelly and some of the contempt drained out of 
her. "I had to figure out what I wanted to do. But it didn't take 
me long to realize that you're the girl I want, you're the girl I 
love."

"Ha!"

"I knew I had to tell you about Amy," I continued implacably. "I 
couldn't keep this inside. If I did, it would poison our 
relationship."

"So what makes you think you're going to have a relationship with 
me?" she asked, her voice full of indignation and scorn.

"Nothing," I said humbly.

It wasn't the answer she expected, and it took a little of the 
fury out of her demeanor.

"Only that I love you, and I always will," I said. "Nothing will 
change that."

Her eyes softened for a moment, but then her jaw clenched and she 
glared at me.

"And I hope you still love me, but I'll understand if you don't 
ever want to speak to me again." I stopped and licked my lips, my 
mouth suddenly dry. "All I can say is I'm sorry, and I love you. 
I never wanted to hurt you. You've got to believe me when I tell 
you that. I'd die before I hurt you again."

She didn't say a word, and I tried not to fidget. Suddenly, she 
stood. I rose as well. Her eyes, flinty and dangerous, held mine. 
Out of my peripheral vision, I saw her pull the silver bracelet 
from her wrist. When it hit the ground, the dull thud echoed 
through my body like an explosion.

"You can keep the necklace," she said bitterly.

With that, she turned and stormed off. Before she'd gone ten 
feet, I heard her burst into tears and start running. I longed to 
run after her, to comfort her, but I knew I was the last person 
she wanted to see. I sincerely hoped Kara was waiting for her.

I bent to pick up the bracelet, still warm from her body. I held 
it for a long time before I quietly lay down on the blanket. I 
don't know how long I stayed there, staring up at the dark canopy 
of pine trees.

It could have been minutes, or it could have been hours.

-----

The next morning, I was still sore, so I skipped my workout 
again. At the clubhouse, breakfast was quiet. I guess my mood 
kind of infected the rest of my family. When Gina came into the 
building, her eyes were puffy and red, and she refused to even 
look at me. Kara hovered near her, and I absently noted that they 
were both wearing bikini bottoms. When Kara met my gaze, she 
shrugged minutely. I nodded to her dejectedly and returned to my 
French toast.

After breakfast, Dwight asked me if I wanted to help him with his 
barbeque sauce the next morning. I declined. Mom looked at me 
curiously, but didn't say anything. Dad and Erin went down to the 
lake, but I wanted to be alone, so I went back up to our cabin.

For a long time, I simply lay on my bunk with my fingers laced 
behind my head. After a while, I heard voices approaching the 
cabin. I listened for a moment and recognized Mom and Susan. I 
couldn't hear what they were talking about, but I could make a 
pretty good guess--me. I heard Susan give my mom a few words of 
encouragement and then take her leave.

I didn't move when the screen door opened and Mom walked into the 
cabin. In silence, I listened to her move about the room, 
straightening up. She picked up her book from the dresser and sat 
on her bed.

"I thought I'd come up here where it's cooler," she said. "You 
don't mind, do you?"

"No."

She read while I brooded. I don't know why, but I felt good just 
knowing she was there. She didn't say anything and she didn't ask 
questions, for which I was profoundly grateful.

When I finally opened my mouth to speak, I had to clear my 
throat. I don't know how I could tell, but I knew Mom had just 
closed her book and was looking up expectantly.

"I told Gina about Amy," I said.

"How'd it go?"

When I'd come home the night before, everyone was asleep (at 
least I'd _thought_ they were all asleep). Because I really had 
nowhere else to put them, I had rolled up Gina's blanket and 
tucked it and the bracelet next to my pillow.

I reached for the bundle and extracted the silver bracelet. I 
clutched it in my right hand and rolled toward the edge of the 
top bunk. As I held it up for Mom to see, I looked over the edge. 
She nodded gravely and then met my gaze. Without saying anything 
else, I rolled to my back, laid the bracelet on my chest, and 
laced my fingers behind my head.

She stood and walked over to my bunk. "It'll be okay, honey," she 
said softly. She put her hand on my arm and then kissed my out-
thrust elbow.

"Thanks, Mom."

She kissed my elbow again and laid her cheek against my arm. I 
don't know why, but her quiet gesture was very soothing. I 
blinked back stinging tears and she went back to her book.

After that, we were silent for a long time.

-----

I skipped lunch that afternoon, preferring to remain in the 
cabin. Mom asked if I wanted her to bring me a sandwich, but I 
wasn't really hungry.

When I heard voices headed up the hill toward the Coulter's 
cabin, I decided to return their blanket, and hopefully see Gina. 
I carried the bracelet with me as well. A gift is a gift, I 
thought, as I trudged up the hill.

I met Kara coming down and she stopped me. She looked so much 
like Gina that my breath caught in my throat. She didn't look 
angry, but she didn't look particularly sympathetic either. At 
her gesture, I followed her back to our cabin. We sat on the 
porch steps and she appraised me candidly.

"Okay," she said at last. "Let's hear your side of it."

"Huh?"

"Gina told me what you said, but she was pretty upset at the 
time."

I nodded.

"So I want to hear things from your perspective."

I took a deep breath and recounted the previous night's 
conversation.

"Do you still love her?" she asked when I finished.

I nodded quickly. "Of course I do."

"Not Gina," Kara said. "Amy. Do you still love her?"

"Do you ever fall _out_ of love?" I asked sullenly.

Kara looked at me shrewdly. Her eyes glittered with a new found 
respect.

"Yeah," I said. "I guess I do. I don't think I want to have a 
relationship with her anymore, but I do still love her."

"So, what do you want from Gina?"

"I don't know," I said with a sigh. I considered her question for 
a moment. "I definitely want her to be happy."

Kara's eyebrows rose in approval and she nodded.

"I hope she can be happy with me. But I guess I'll understand if 
she doesn't want to have anything to do with me. No matter what, 
I hope we can be friends again. I think that's what I'm going to 
miss more than anything," I said.

"What about Susan? And Stacy?"

I quickly swiveled my head and stared at Kara. "She told you 
about them?"

She gave me a look that said, _Of course she did, dummy._

"Please don't tell anyone about Susan and me," I quickly pleaded.

She smiled mysteriously. "I won't. But you still haven't answered 
my question."

I shook my head and grinned ruefully. "Stacy is... Stacy's moving 
to Columbia at the end of the month," I said. "She's got a 
scholarship to Carolina."

"Ahhh."

"I like Stacy. A lot. But I'm not _in love_ with her, although... 
Well... I'm not in love with her. Not like I am with Gina, at 
least. But I care about her. I mean... well... you know."

Kara nodded.

"And with Susan... It's... I dunno... It's hard to say, but it's 
different."

"I know what you mean," she said. She smiled inexplicably. "And 
even though she doesn't want to admit it, Gina knows, too."

I looked at her quickly.

She shrugged. "I can't tell you why."

I stared at her, hoping to get more information, but she remained 
mute. "D'you think Gina'll ever want to talk to me again?" I 
asked.

Kara nodded. "I think so. Once she settles down and starts 
thinking rationally. Besides, there are some things you don't 
know about Gina. She knows a lot more about..."

I cocked my head to the side and looked at her, waiting for her 
to continue.

"She still loves you very much."

Did she just change the subject? "Huh? How--"

"She does."

"You're kidding, right? She still loves me?"

"More than you realize." She paused for a moment, studying me. 
"Do you know what the opposite of love is?"

I blinked in confusion. "What?"

"Do you know what the opposite of love is?" she asked again, 
slowly.

"I dunno. Hate?"

She shook her head. "Indifference. You can't hate someone you 
don't care about. If you don't love someone, you simply don't 
care about them."

"So... I mean... Huh?"

She turned her knees toward me and laid her hand on my thigh. She 
reminded me so much of Gina, I felt my heart skip a beat. "Gina's 
really angry right now," she said. "But if she didn't love you, 
she couldn't muster this kind of emotion."

I thought about _that_ tidbit for a moment.

"It's true. She still loves you very much. But it may take her 
some time to remember that."

I nodded morosely.

Kara patted my leg and looked at me reassuringly. "You did the 
right thing," she said.

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. "You really think so?"

She nodded. "You two didn't really have a well-defined 
relationship."

"How do you _know_ all this stuff?" I asked suddenly.

"About you and Gina? She tells me--"

"No. About 'the opposite of love,' and 'well-defined 
relationships,' and all this other stuff. How do you know all 
this?"

She laughed musically.

It was Gina's laugh, but I tried not to think about her.

"Gina and I have the same genes," she said. "That, and a couple 
of psych classes in college. You don't think she's the only one 
who wants to be a doctor, do you?"

I shook my head sheepishly.

"You'll be all right, Paul. And so will Gina. Things will work 
out," she said, with more confidence than I felt. "You'll see."

"I hope you're right."

"I think I am. I know my sister."

She got up to leave and I stood, suddenly remembering the blanket 
and the bracelet. "Kara?"

She turned. "Yes?"

"Here's your family's blanket. Gina kinda... um... well, she ran off 
before... well, you know."

She nodded.

"And would you give her this?" I held out the bracelet.

She looked from it to my eyes and then held my gaze.

"I gave it to her," I said seriously. "And I want her to keep it. 
A gift is a gift."

Kara reached out and took the bracelet. "I'll hold on to it for 
her."

"Thanks."

-----

The next day was the Fourth of July. I got up earlier than usual 
and decided to jump rope. I wasn't very sore at all, but I didn't 
want to push things; I only did a light workout. Afterward, I 
stripped off my shorts and went inside to take a shower. Since no 
one else was awake, I tried to be as quiet as possible. When I 
came out of the bathroom, Mom opened her eyes, smiled at me, then 
pulled the sheet up to her chin. I headed out the front door, 
taking care not to let the screen door slam shut behind me.

When I walked into the clubhouse, Dwight was the only person 
there. As soon as I saw him, I froze in my tracks. I turned, 
frantically trying to catch the screen door before it slammed, 
but I almost lost a finger in the process. The bang of the door 
echoed in my ears as I sheepishly turned toward Dwight.

He looked up and smiled broadly as soon as he saw me. He motioned 
me toward him, then bent down and said something too quiet for me 
to hear. I considered turning and leaving, but after my workout, 
I was ravenously hungry. I steeled myself and walked toward the 
counter.

Dwight beamed at me as I rounded the corner. Predictably, I 
noticed his prodigious erection jutting through the opening 
between two under-counter curtains. I turned to "our" 
refrigerator and took out the milk.

"You come to get your knob polished after all?" Dwight asked as I 
walked toward him.

I shook my head. My family's food baskets were about eight feet 
from his, and I stopped in front of them. When I stuck my head 
under the counter to get a box of cereal, I looked to my right. 
Terri was happily sucking Dwight's monster cock. When she saw me, 
she pulled him out of her mouth and smiled.

"Hi, Terri," I said.

"Hi. Are you next?"

I shook my head. "Not this time. Thanks anyway."

"You sure, boyo?" Dwight asked from above the counter. "She can 
suck a golf ball through a garden hose."

Terri squeezed his dick and he yelped apologetically.

"I don't mind," Terri said.

"No, thanks. I appreciate it, though."

"Suit yourself," she said.

With that, she resumed sucking his dick.

I came out from under the counter and looked at Dwight.

He was half-heartedly stirring a large bowl of barbeque sauce. He 
looked at me and grinned. "What's the world coming to, when a 
healthy young man turns down a blowjob?"

He laughed richly at his own joke, but after that, he shut his 
eyes and gripped the counter to steady himself. I knew Terri must 
have gone into high gear. As I watched him enjoy her attentions, 
I felt my resolve weakening. I decided not to stick around long 
enough to test my willpower. I simply put the cereal and milk 
back, waved to Dwight, and headed toward the door.

-----

"D'you mind if I eat breakfast here?" I asked Susan.

She was sitting in her courtyard, reading the newspaper and 
nibbling a piece of toast. "Not at all," she said, looking up. 
"What's up?"

"Well, I... um... nothing... I just wanted to eat breakfast with you."

"Dwight and Terri are in the clubhouse?" she asked with a smirk.

"How'd you know?"

Her grin widened. "I know all sorts of things," she said 
cryptically. She folded her newspaper and stood. "Besides, it's 
an annual ritual of theirs. They've been doing it for years."

"Oh."

"C'mon in. What would you like to eat?"

"Anything. Everything. But cereal's fine," I said.

We stepped into the coolness of the kitchen and she looked at me 
speculatively. "Do you want a regular breakfast, or a _special_ 
breakfast?"

Somehow, I knew we weren't talking about food. "Maybe just a 
regular breakfast," I said.

"One regular breakfast, coming right up!"

-----

After I'd eaten, I didn't really feel like doing anything. Susan 
obliged me by simply making small talk for a while. Finally, 
however, she looked at me and cocked her head to the side.

"You want to talk about what we're not talking about?" she asked.

I grinned apologetically. "I guess I was talking about everything 
_but_ what's on my mind."

She nodded.

"I told her," I said.

"I know," she said gently.

"Yeah, I guess it's obvious."

"Mmm hmm."

"Well, I guess it's also obvious she didn't take it as well as 
you thought she would," I said.

"No," Susan said patiently. "I said she wouldn't be that upset 
about me, and probably not about Stacy."

"But--"

"But you added Amy to the mix all by yourself," she continued 
seriously.

"Yeah. I guess I did." I paused for a moment to recollect the 
events of The Talk. "Come to think of it, she was mostly okay 
with things up to that point. I mean, she was upset, but when I 
told her about Amy, she seemed to get really angry."

"Mmm hmm."

"So, what should I do?" I asked, trying not to sound forlorn.

"Give her time."

"Time? Are you sure? I mean, her family's going home at the end 
of the month."

She nodded. "I think she knows that as well as you do."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means," she said patiently, "that she knows her 'window of 
opportunity' is getting shorter. When she came to camp this 
summer, she wanted more from your relationship. Am I right?"

I nodded.

"She wanted to have sex with you?"

I nodded again. "How do you know all this?"

She grinned enigmatically and shrugged. "Call it an educated 
guess."

I shook my head in wonder.

"But you didn't have sex with her, did you?" She didn't wait for 
me to answer. She knew me too well to need to. "She may be angry 
at you right now, but she's probably a little frustrated and 
horny, too."

"You really think so?"

She nodded firmly. "I don't know Gina as well as you do, but I do 
know her mo--" She paused and smirked at me. "Let's just say I 
know a thing or two about Gina, and leave it at that."

"Huh?"

She continued, as if I hadn't spoken. "So I think her emotions 
and hormones will triumph over her anger."

"I hope you're right," I said.

"I think I am," she said, with more assurance than I felt. "Now," 
she continued. "I was going to take a bath before I start fixing 
food for the picnic. And I need to shave. Would you care to join 
me?"

I nodded enthusiastically and we headed toward her bedroom.

-----

A couple of hours later, we were sated and clean. I don't know 
what it is, but there's something I really like about sex in a 
bubble bath. Maybe it's the suds, maybe it's the slipperiness, or 
maybe it's just the warm water. But whatever it is, I like it.

"Stacy should be here in a little while," Susan said as we were 
drying off. When she looked at my expression, she laughed 
brightly. "Close your mouth, dear. You'll catch flies."

Clomp.

"What did you think she was going to do for the Fourth?"

I shrugged.

"She doesn't have any family in town. As a matter of fact, I'm 
practically the only family she has."

"I guess..."

"You really weren't ready to see her," she said. "Not with Gina 
here, and certainly not with Gina angry at you."

I hung my head.

She tousled my damp hair. "It's not that bad. Cheer up. She'll be 
happy to see you."

"Yeah, but... Won't that cause problems? I mean, with Gina."

"Why would it?" Susan asked, seemingly obliviously. "Gina'll get 
her chance. If she wants it."

"I wish I could be as sure as you are," I said morosely.

"I'm sure."

"Oh, yeah," I said suddenly. "Speaking of Stacy, there's 
something else I wanted to talk to you about--"

"Hello!"

At the sound of Stacy's voice (shouting from the front of the 
house), Susan looked at me and grinned unrepentantly. She quickly 
put on her bikini bottoms before heading toward the kitchen.

"Hi, Susan, I brought... Oh. Hi, Paul." Stacy smiled and set her 
grocery bag on the table. She gave Susan a hug and then turned to 
me. When she released me, she asked, "Would you help me get the 
rest of my stuff?"

"Um... Sure."

She smiled at me again and turned toward the door. She was 
wearing her cutoff overalls and a very skimpy tube top. As I 
followed her, I enjoyed the way her lithe body moved. I had 
visions of her bent over in front of me, and felt my penis twitch 
in response. When we reached her Nova, she grabbed another brown 
paper grocery bag and handed it to me. She retrieved her 
overnight bag from the front seat and I followed her into the 
house.

Once there, I saw that Susan had already unloaded the contents of 
the first bag: mayonnaise, pickles, a Vidalia onion, and several 
large boxes of elbow macaroni. The bag I carried held cans of 
beans, brown sugar, bacon, and several other things I didn't 
recognize. I set it on the counter and turned to the two women.

"Why don't you help Stacy get settled in," Susan said, looking to 
me. "I need to go check on things at the clubhouse." She gave me 
a conspiratorial wink. "I'll tell your mom that you're helping me 
for a little while."

I blinked at her in disbelief.

With that, she was out the door. Stacy grinned at me shyly and I 
tried not to blush. She didn't need any more help getting settled 
in than I did. What had Susan been talking about? As if I didn't 
know.

Because of my realization about Stacy, I was a little awkward and 
embarrassed. I guess I didn't know how to act around her.

"You want me to take your bag to Kirk's room?" I asked.

_When in doubt, be helpful._

She nodded shyly and I picked up her bag. Neither of us moved for 
a moment or two, and then she giggled. "It's not like I don't 
know where I'm going," she said.

I nodded and we both moved at the same time, which prompted 
another nervous giggle. Southern Gentleman that I am, I stepped 
aside to let her precede me. Once in Kirk's room, I set her 
overnight bag at the foot of the bed.

"Susan told me a little about today, but what all is happening?" 
Stacy asked. She began unbuckling the overall straps. When she 
had them undone, she unsnapped the buttons on the side and let 
the overalls drop to the floor. Underneath, she was wearing pale 
blue panties. She grinned when she caught me staring.

"Um... Dwight barbeques ribs and pork shoulder, and most everyone 
else fixes side dishes and stuff. We have a big pot-luck picnic 
about mid-afternoon."

"Oh, cool." She crossed her arms, hooked her thumbs in the bodice 
of her tube top, and pulled it over her head.

"And then when it gets dark, we shoot off fireworks down by the 
lake," I said.

"Cool."

"Yeah. My dad and I picked up a bunch of fireworks the other day. 
Dwight usually has a bunch, too."

She grinned at me mischievously. "So... Do I get to meet your 
girlfriend?"

I must have blushed six shades of red.

Stacy giggled at me. It was a surprisingly girlish sound, and my 
blush only deepened.

"How'd you know about my girlfr... about Gina?"

"Susan told me."

I raised my eyebrows.

"I asked," she hurriedly amended.

"Oh."

"So. Do I get to meet her?"

I shifted nervously. "That might be kinda hard."

"Why's that?" She sounded worried.

"Well... um... it's not that you can't meet her..."

Stacy's brow creased and she swallowed hard.

"It's just that... well... I don't think she's my girlfriend 
anymore."

Her expression changed and she took a step toward me, but quickly 
checked herself. "What happened?"

The concern in her voice made me pause. "I had to tell her 
something, and she got pretty angry about it."

She waited for me to continue.

"It was about a girl. Another girl."

"Me?"

I shook my head quickly. "No, not you. Although, I did tell her 
about you. It was about another girl... a girl from high school." I 
paused for a moment and took a deep breath. "It's complicated."

"Oh," she said softly. "Is there anything I can do?"

I shook my head again. "I don't think so. I guess it'll just take 
time. At least, that's what Susan told me. She seems a lot more 
sure about it than I am."

"She usually knows what she's talking about." A melancholy note 
colored her voice.

Suddenly, it was my turn to be concerned about her. "What's the 
matter?"

She blinked rapidly and shook her head. "It's nothing," she said 
quickly. She tried to smile and look happy, but it didn't work.

"Are you sure?" I took a step toward her.

She took a deep breath and blinked back tears.

I thought I knew what the problem was. I took another step toward 
her and her control faltered. Another step and the damn burst. 
She flowed into my arms as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"I didn't want to cry," she said, her voice a shaky whisper.

"Shhhh." I stroked her curly hair. "It's okay."

While she wept, I simply held her. My mind was going a thousand 
miles an hour. I knew what the problem was, but I didn't know how 
to fix it.

Sobs wracked her shoulders as I held her and thought about how I 
felt about her. I wanted her to be happy, and it was tearing me 
up inside to see her like this. I brushed my fingers down her 
back, feeling the ridges and bumps of her spine. With my hand 
resting on the waistband of her cotton panties, I came to a 
conclusion. I did love her. Not like boyfriend-girlfriend, but 
that didn't make it any less real.

She gripped me fiercely, and after several minutes, her sobs 
slowly subsided. She sniffled and her breath caught in her 
throat. She sniffled again and I simply held her close. As she 
took another ragged breath, I leaned down to kiss the crown of 
her head. When she hiccupped, I laughed (I couldn't help myself). 
She balled a small hand into a fist and hit me on the chest. Then 
she hiccupped a second time. I laughed and she tried to hit me 
again. It was only a playful hit, with no force behind it, so I 
caught her wrist.

"I know right where the sugar is," I said. "I'll be right back."

"You think this is... _hic_... funny?"

I grinned and nodded.

She looked up at me, her eyes red, her nose red, her cheeks and 
lips glistening. She tried to look defiant, but I could only 
chuckle.

"It's n... _hic_... not funny!"

"No," I said, feigning seriousness. "It's not." I lifted her chin 
with my thumb and forefinger and kissed her gently. "I'll be 
right back."

She nodded and I turned to go. When I returned--with the sugar 
bowl and a spoon--she had wiped her tears and looked a little 
more composed. She smiled apologetically as her chest spasmed 
with another hiccup. I fed her a spoonful of sugar and she tilted 
her head back to let it slowly melt down her throat. In less than 
a minute, she looked at me and smiled wanly, hiccup-free.

"You've only gotten this upset once before," I said. "At least as 
long as _I've_ known you."

She wiped her cheeks again and nodded.

I wanted to talk to her about my suspicions. In the past, before 
I had any "serious" conversation, I usually put a great deal of 
thought into what I wanted to say. This time I was winging it. I 
sat down at the foot of the bed and patted the spot next to me. 
She smiled gratefully and I put my arm around her as she sat 
down.

"So, what's gotten you all worked up?" I asked gently.

"It's nothing. I'm okay."

"I think I know what it is," I said softly.

She snorted. "I doubt it."

"What makes you say that?"

"I just know," she said sullenly. "You have _no_ idea."

"Oh," I mused. "I don't know. I'm a pretty smart guy."

She shook her head disconsolately. "Not about everything."

"Well, you're right about that. But I think I know why you're 
upset." I leaned down and spoke softly into her ear, "You're in 
love."

She went rigid and her eyes flew wide. "She promised not to 
tell," she whispered harshly.

She? She who? Oh, Susan! I mentally smacked myself on the 
forehead. I pulled Stacy close and kissed the top of her head. 
"I'm may be pretty slow on the uptake sometimes, but I figured 
this one out on my own."

She turned to look at me quickly and seemed to shrink in upon 
herself. "You're not mad at me?"

I had to chuckle. "Mad? No. Why would I be?"

She swallowed hard, but didn't say anything.

"Why would I be mad at you?"

In a very small voice she said, "Randy used to get real mad at me 
whenever I told him I... well, whenever I told him."

"Randy was an asshole."

She nodded glumly.

"And you can tell me anytime."

She shrugged. "Why? It's not like--"

"I love you," I said.

"Exactly," she said dejectedly.

She didn't Get It. I tried not to smile. "That's certainly a 
novel response," I said. How many times had I heard my dad utter 
_that_ phrase?! I'm _not_ turning into my father, I thought to 
myself. When she looked up at me with a puzzled expression, I 
shoved the thought aside. "When I say 'I love you,'" I said, 
"you're supposed to say 'I love you, too.'"

By the set of her jaw and her lowered brow, I could tell she was 
trying to decide if I were teasing her or not.

"Do you want to try this again?" I asked softly, desperately 
trying to maintain an earnest facade.

Her eyes narrowed.

"Okay," I said. "When I say, 'I love you,' what do you say?"

Watching her face change as she realized I was serious was one of 
the most gratifying moments I've ever had. Unfortunately, it was 
short-lived. Having a 110-pound girl catapult into your chest, 
knock you off the bed, and bang your head into the dresser will 
do that. I was dazed for a moment, but having a 110-pound girl on 
top of you and enthusiastically kissing your face also tends to 
focus your attention. And if the girl in question is half naked 
and pressing herself against you, it will _really_ focus your 
attention.

Her lips found mine and I recovered enough sense to wrap my arms 
around her. Her tongue invaded my mouth for a brief moment and 
then she resumed kissing my face. I could feel her hips working 
against my midsection and it began to have an effect; my penis 
started getting hard.

Suddenly, she started moving down my torso, trailing heated 
kisses as she went. In a moment, she used her lips to capture the 
growing tip of my dick. She took all of my semi-hard cock into 
her mouth and quickly sucked me to full erection. Her head bobbed 
up and down a few times, coating me with her saliva, then she 
shifted.

Her lips came off my member for a moment as I struggled to lift 
my head and see what she was doing. I heard a tearing sound and 
she cursed softly. Without pausing, she moved back up my body and 
abruptly straddled my hips. Her fingers grasped my hard-on and 
guided it to her sex. Without preamble, she sank onto my length 
and started rocking her hips.

I ran my hands up her torso and tweaked her nipples with my 
thumbs, but she quickly lowered herself against my chest. Her 
hips continued rocking as she feverishly planted kisses all along 
my neck and jaw. I lifted my head and her lips sought out mine. 
When they connected, her tongue darted into my mouth.

When she broke the kiss, she buried her face against the hollow 
of my neck, whimpering softly as her hips worked against my own. 
Her pussy didn't really move over my cock, but I knew her clit 
was rubbing against my pubic bone. I clutched her ass as her 
fingers dug into my torso.

In a few moments, she stiffened and stopped moving altogether. 
Her pussy spasmed around my dick and she deliberately rocked her 
hips once, twice, three times. The third time she ground her 
pelvis against me, she shuddered and I felt her pussy grip me 
firmly.

A long, low moan escaped her throat as her climax peaked. Her 
internal muscles were still rippling against my length when she 
pulled me to the side and began to roll. I knew what she wanted 
and rolled with her, coming to rest on top of her, my dick still 
safely buried in her pussy. Her breasts flattened against my 
chest as she pulled me against her and kissed me ardently.

When my hips began to move of their own accord, she broke our 
kiss and cried out softly. Her pussy gripped my thrusting shaft 
and her eyes closed in ecstasy. I bent down to kiss her again and 
she arched her back, rocking her pelvis against me. A few short, 
sharp thrusts and I felt my own orgasm building. The first blast 
of come surged up my shaft and I buried myself in her depths. 
With a soft groan, I emptied myself into her.

Afterward, I collapsed against her, both of us panting and 
shuddering with the force of our orgasms. She held me tightly and 
laid her cheek against mine.

I felt her hot tears on my skin and kissed her earlobe.

"I..." She paused and drew a deep breath. She trembled as she 
whispered in my ear, "I love you."

"I love you, too," I said gently.

She cried for a while, but I knew they were tears of release, 
tears of happiness. I simply held her close.

When her tears finally dried up, I pulled back and looked at her. 
My dick was semi-erect and still buried within her tight 
confines. She wriggled her hips against me and smiled.

After a while, we disentangled ourselves and I looked down at 
her. Her panties were bunched halfway down her left thigh. In her 
haste to get them off, she had ripped the right leg-hole. She 
looked down at them and then smiled sheepishly.

I bent to kiss her again and she sighed against me. I pulled out 
of her and rolled over on my back. She snuggled comfortably 
against my side and I wrapped my left arm around her.

"Every time I said that to Randy, he hurt me," she said softly. 
"Sometimes, I couldn't help myself. But after a while, I just 
stopped saying it."

"What? 'I love you'?"

She nodded.

I felt a murderous rage wash over me. If I ever found Randy... 
(Well, I shouldn't put in print what I'd do to Randy if I ever 
found him.)

"At first, he was the sweetest guy. But when we got married, 
things kinda changed. He got meaner." She was quiet for a long 
time. "That bastard beat something _good_ out of me."

I stroked her shoulder and squeezed her gently. "It's still 
inside you. You just had to find it again."

She took a deep, trembling breath and nodded. "Sometimes, I lie 
awake at night, wishing you were older."

"I'm old _enough_," I said, somewhat defensively.

"No, Mr. Sixteen, you're not."

"Yeah," I said reluctantly. "I know what you mean."

"I used to want to run away with you, to someplace, _anyplace_ we 
could be together. Maybe another country, or some island in the 
Caribbean."

I felt a bit of panic at the thought of leaving my family and 
friends, but swiftly suppressed it.

"Do you remember the last time I was here, and you had to go help 
your mom with the laundry?"

Oh, yeah. It was part of the reason I'd put all the pieces 
together. Mom and Susan at work behind the scenes. Again. I 
nodded.

"Susan and I had a long talk."

I remembered. I'd come back down to Susan's house and Stacy had 
looked like she'd been crying. "She's good at those long talks," 
I said, with feigned blandness.

"Yeah. I wanted to talk about you, but all we talked about was 
me."

"She's good at _that_, too."

Stacy nodded. "We talked about my moving to Columbia, the 
scholarship, my new job, getting an apartment, and all sorts of 
other things. We also talked about the differences between 
college and high school. I didn't know what she was talking about 
until she mentioned you."

I idly trailed my fingers along her smooth skin and nodded.

"And then I understood," she said. "I'm going to be a junior in 
the fall. So are you, right?"

"Yeah." I knew where she was going, but I also knew it was 
important for _her_ to get there.

"But there's a big difference between college and high school." 
She propped herself up on an elbow and looked at me seriously. 
"You're only the second guy I've ever loved. I don't even think I 
loved my daddy."

I nodded soberly.

"But now I know we can't be together. I mean, not like a husband 
and wife." When I looked into her eyes, she smiled sadly. "Though 
sometimes, I still think about that island in the Caribbean."

I lifted my head to kiss her softly. "It'd be nice."

She settled her cheek against my chest and sighed. "Yeah, it 
would."

We lay in silence for a few minutes.

"Thanks for saying what you did," she said. "Even if you don't 
mean it."

Even if I don't mean it?! What? "Oh, I _mean_ it," I said 
sincerely. "I wouldn't've said it if I didn't."

She propped herself on an elbow again and looked at me 
searchingly.

I brushed a stray lock of hair away from her cheek and smiled. "I 
know we can't be boyfriend-girlfriend, but I can still love you."

Her eyes filled with tears and she hugged me tightly.

"Some day," I said, "you're going to find a guy who deserves you, 
and he's going to make you very happy."

"I already found him," she half-moaned. "And he's still in high 
school."

I squeezed her shoulder.

"I know, I know." She kissed my chest and rubbed her hand along 
my stomach. "Thanks," she said softly. "For everything."

"You're welcome."

She tensed up. With a palpable effort of will, she relaxed again. 
"I love you," she said, her voice thick with emotion.

"I love you, too."

We lay like that for a long time, neither of us speaking.

Finally, she said, "We need to get cleaned up, and I've got to 
start cooking."

I nodded.

"And we've got to figure out how to get your girlfriend back."

I blinked in surprise.

"Because she's crazy if she thinks she's gonna find a better 
guy."

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