Message-ID: <43406asstr$1058299802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: news.giganews.com.POSTED!not-for-mail NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2003 12:42:46 -0500 From: Nick Scipio Reply-To: imperator@mindspring.com X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-DMCA-Notifications: http://www.giganews.com/info/dmca.html X-Abuse-and-DMCA-Info: Please be sure to forward a copy of ALL headers X-Abuse-and-DMCA-Info: Otherwise we will be unable to process your complaint properly X-Postfilter: 1.1 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2003 13:42:45 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} "Summer Camp - Book 2" by Nick Scipio - Ch 23 (mf, mff, ff, teen, oral, voy, exhib, caution) Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2003 16:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman Author: Nick Scipio Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina Part: Chapter 23 Universe: Summer Camp Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends their summer vacations at a nudist camp. Keywords: mf, mff, ff, teen, oral, voy, exhib, caution Revision: 1.01 Web Site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/scipio/www/ FTP Site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/scipio/SummerCamp2 Mailing List: Scipio_Stories-subscribe@yahoogroups.com ***************************************************************** STANDARD DISCLAIMER This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further. All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities described in this story. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author, Nick Scipio (nick_scipio@yahoo.com). This story may be freely distributed with this disclaimer attached. Copyright (c) 2003 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved. ***************************************************************** Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina by Nick Scipio CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE The hike to the quarry was mostly uneventful. The ground was still very wet, but the weather was gorgeous. Through breaks in the trees, we caught glimpses of the cloudless, cerulean sky. A light breeze rustled the tops of the trees and the temperature was actually cool and comfortable. Manfred took the lead, followed by Jenny, Gina, and then Kendall. I brought up the rear. While we hiked, I let my mind wander. I could tell that Gina and Kendall were just as excited as I was, but the nervousness of the day before had returned, if somewhat abated. I began to think about what sex with Kendall would be like. Though bigger than Gina overall, she was actually smaller in some ways. I thought her hips were narrower, but that could've been because her breasts were bigger. In addition, her pussy was smaller. I don't quite know how to explain it, but her labia were thin and narrow, where Gina's were fuller, plumper. And each time I'd slipped my finger inside Kendall, she'd been very tight. I was sure I'd be able to get my dick inside her--after all babies came _out_ of the same place and I wasn't anywhere _near_ as big as that--but I knew it might be a challenge. Babies? Oh, no! Was Kendall on the pill? I froze in my tracks. I wanted to smack myself in the forehead. I hadn't even asked! _Note to self: Heed your own advice, and_ pay attention _to the women in your life._ I certainly didn't have any rubbers, and if Kendall weren't on the pill, then I had a real dilemma. I definitely didn't want a repeat of the pregnancy scare, and judging by Kendall's comments about her mother, I didn't think she'd let her daughter start taking birth control pills. Could she have gotten them without her mother knowing? I didn't know, and I once again castigated myself for not asking. If only I'd known, I could've figured out a way to get some rubbers, just in case. When I finally looked up, the rest of the group was about a hundred feet ahead of me. Kendall had just noticed that I wasn't behind her, and had stopped to look back at me. "Sorry!" I shouted. "I was just retying my shoe." I quickly jogged to catch up, the heavy pack bouncing against my back. The rest of the hike, I worried about what I'd do if Kendall weren't on the pill. Would I still have sex with her? If I did, would I be able to pull out in time? The one time I had come inside Amy, I had also thought I'd be able to pull out in time. Of course, I'd been wrong. Would I be able to pull out of Kendall? I simply didn't know. I hoped so, but I had my niggling doubts. Was it worth having sex with her if she weren't on the pill? Yes, my dick shouted. No, my brain screamed. Unfortunately, watching her shapely ass ahead of me, my dick seemed to be the loudest. By the time we reached the stream leading away from the quarry, I had nearly worked myself into a frantic funk. I wanted to have sex with Kendall, but I didn't want to take the chance of getting her pregnant. As long as I didn't come inside her, I thought I'd be safe. But I fervently hoped she was on the pill. And I do mean _fervently_. ----- The quarry lake was much higher than normal, due to all the rain. The waterfall was practically shooting over the edge of the cliff. Normally, we'd immediately take a swim and cool off, but the day was so temperate that none of us really felt the need. While the girls stored our lunch in the shade of the flattop rock, Manfred and I laid out our towels. Then, we all sat down to take off our shoes and socks. Manfred and Jenny placed theirs next to each other. When Gina saw this, she grinned at me, took my shoes, then placed them together, a little apart from the others. Kendall watched all this with characteristic silence. When she set her shoes down, they were separate from the rest. Gina rolled her eyes theatrically. Then she picked up Kendall's shoes and set them next to mine. The way she had them situated, my shoes were in between the girls'. Kendall smiled shyly and thanked Gina with her eyes. "Who wants to go for a swim?" Manfred asked. "Y'all go ahead," I said. "I think I'm just gonna soak up some sun for a while." "C'mon, Paul," Manfred said. "Come with us. _Dude_, you _know_ you wanna." I shook my head. "You all go on." "You know you wanna go for a swim," he said with a grin. "I can see it." I don't know what possessed Manfred, but he actually tried to drag me to the edge of the rock and shove me into the water. I could tell he was playing, but I decided to hold my ground. Despite the fact that he was a lot taller than me and had longer arms, I easily stood firm. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the girls watching us and trying not to giggle. When I wouldn't budge, Manfred took it as a further challenge and really strained. Unfortunately for him, I was stronger than he was. Worse, I had a lower center of gravity and a _lot_ more experience with grappling. "You shouldn't've started this, Stick," I said, easily standing immobile. "You're goin' in the water, Little Man." He grunted and tried to shove me toward the edge. "No way." "Stump," he said with a grin. "Freak of nature." "Freak of nature?! _You're_ the freak of nature." He redoubled his efforts to overpower me. "Jesus, you're a lot stronger than you used to be," he said through clenched teeth. "Yep." Then I saw my opening and seized it. Since he was taller than me, I could easily slip my arm around his back and get my shoulder under his. When I did, I took one step, planted my right foot, shot my hip into his, then pivoted my torso. It's a wrestling move called a hip toss, and it worked perfectly on him. With my arm around Manfred's back, and using my hip for leverage, I easily threw him over the edge of the boulder. He flew through the air, flailing and wordlessly crying out in frustration mixed with surprised amusement. When he sputtered to the surface, I looked down at him. "Are you o--?" Several feminine hands slammed into my back and propelled me off the rock. I hurtled toward the water, trying to turn my ungainly fall into a dive. Unfortunately, I had too much momentum. I think my "dive" would charitably be called a graceless headfirst sprawl. I shot to the surface to find all three girls laughing and pointing at us. "Men," Gina said, trying to put a note of disgust in her voice. Jenny turned to her and they grinned. "You can't live with 'em...," Jenny said. "And you can't live without 'em," Kendall finished. Manfred and I could only look at each other and laugh. Then we watched as the girls dived in, one after the other. After that, we swam around for a while, just goofing off and enjoying the cool weather. The lake was full of debris from the storm, but we avoided most of it (including two fairly large tree trunks). I really _hadn't_ been in the mood to swim, however, so I headed back to the big rock after only fifteen minutes. Manfred wanted to swim out to the falls, and Gina and Kendall decided to go with him. Oddly enough, Jenny told Manfred she was a little cold and was going back to the rock with me. Once we got there, I waited for Jenny to climb onto the low rocks and then hauled myself up. She squeezed the water out of her long, dark hair and smiled at me. Always the opportunist, I enjoyed the chance to check out her high, firm breasts and stiff nipples when she wasn't looking. Then we climbed onto the top of the boulder and sat down. I hadn't spent much time alone with Jenny, so we were both a little nervous. Finally, she looked up at me and smiled. "Thanks for talking to Manfred," she said. "What do you mean?" I asked, playing dumb. I wasn't about to give away Manfred's source of insight. She made a moue. "You know what I mean. I know it was you. Manny's a sweet guy, but he doesn't pay attention to girls, not like you do." I kept my expression guarded. "It's cool," she said. "I won't tell him we talked. I just wanted to say thanks." "You're welcome, I guess." She smiled warmly. "And... um... thanks for giving him a few pointers about--," she vaguely waved her hand at her pussy, "--you know." I felt my cheeks heating. "Uh..." Then her attitude changed subtly. "I'm sure he's not as good in that department as you are," she said, "but at least he tries." "Um... That's good. I guess." She nodded. We sat in silence for a few moments and then she looked at me questioningly. "How come you never came on to me?" she asked. "Huh?" "You know," she prodded. I nodded, suddenly anxious. The truth was that I thought she was pretty, but I wasn't attracted to her. Unfortunately, I couldn't tell her that, so I temporized. "Well, you didn't seem to be interested." "That was when my family first started coming to camp," she said. "I thought you were just some fifteen-year-old." "Ah." "And," she said, blushing, "I thought you were too short." I chuckled. "Yeah." "But once I got to know you..." I shrugged. "I dunno. I guess by then, you were already with Manfred." It was her turn to shrug. "Manfred's nice and all, but I'll bet he doesn't know all the things _you_ do. You know, things you do to make a girl feel good." I felt my face heat as I found myself at a loss for words. "So, how come you never came on to me?" she asked again. "Well, I'm with Gina now." "But if you weren't?" _Tell her no! Tell her the truth! Just tell her thanks, but no thanks._ "Yeah," I lied with a noncommittal shrug. "Maybe." Her answering smile worried me. _Thank God she's leaving tomorrow,_ I thought. Before either of us could say anything else, Manfred climbed onto the boulder. Jenny smiled up at him as if she and I hadn't had the previous conversation. "Do you want me to put sun block on you, Manny?" she asked. He picked up his towel, dried his face, then nodded. Jenny smiled at me as she stood up. _Why couldn't I have just told her the truth?_ Fortunately, Gina and Kendall joined us a few minutes later. "Hey, dude," Manfred said to me. "Let's blow up the rafts." I welcomed the distraction and quickly agreed. "Did you all wanna go up to the top of the falls?" Gina asked as Manfred and I rummaged in our packs. "I kinda wanted to stay down here," Jenny said. Manfred merely nodded. "Okay," Gina said. "Kendall and I are gonna grab our towels and head up. Is there anything you want us to take with us, Paul?" I took my lips off the raft's nozzle and pinched it shut. "Anything else you want up there," I said with a shrug. "I'll finish blowing this thing up and then I'll join you." She nodded and began stuffing things into my empty backpack. When she had it loaded, she picked it up, kissed me on the cheek, and turned to Kendall. They hopped from rock to rock until they reached the edge of the quarry and then walked toward the falls. I don't know why I didn't go with them. I guess I figured that since I'd started blowing up the raft, I'd better finish it before I walked up. Much to my consternation, Jenny gave me an odd look. It wasn't smoldering so much as challenging. Then she moved to sit next to Manfred, to the side and a little behind him. Since he couldn't really see her, except out of the corner of his eye, he didn't notice that she'd spread her legs. I had a perfect view of her pussy, of course, which was her intention. As she sweetly talked to him, she spread her legs a little further, her lightly-furred slit winking into view. I filled my lungs with air and redoubled my efforts to inflate the raft. While Jenny had an innocuous conversation with Manfred- -she did most of the talking, he merely nodded or shook his head- -she kept her legs spread. A couple of times, she looked at me and smiled. When she did, I would simply smile in return and take another deep breath. I finished inflating my raft long before Manfred did. And then I wondered at the stupidity of what I'd just done. Why had I even bothered to inflate it down here? If I'd been thinking straight, I would've just folded it up, taken it to the top of the falls, and inflated it there. "I've about got this thing blown up," I said to Manfred. He merely nodded, his lips still attached to his raft's inflator nozzle. "So I'm gonna head on up to the falls. You two have fun." He nodded again and waved with his free hand. "Seeya, Jenny," I said, trying to be courteous. She smiled politely, but didn't do anything else, much to my relief. But as I stood, she snaked her hand into Manfred's lap. Judging by his strangled cry, she had obviously grabbed his dick. As I turned to walk toward the rim wall, she was already lowering her head to his lap. It was then that I discovered the second major problem with inflating the raft on the boulder--I had to carry it all the way up to the falls. It wasn't heavy, but it was awkward. I couldn't tuck it under my arm, nor could I hold it with one hand. The only way I could carry it was on top of my head, supported by my hands. The walk to the top of the falls would only take about ten minutes, but I didn't look forward to keeping my arms in the air the whole time. As I walked around the rim wall, I looked back at Manfred and Jenny. Manfred had pushed aside the half-inflated raft. He had his hand on the back of Jenny's head as she bobbed up and down in his lap. She certainly liked to show off, I thought. I didn't mind, but it had been a little uncomfortable when she was obviously flirting with me. After all, Manfred was my friend, and I wasn't going to do anything with Jenny. I wouldn't mind having sex with her, if the situation were different, but friends are friends. I wasn't about to spoil my friendship with Manfred over Jenny, _especially_ when I had two beautiful girls waiting for me at the top of the falls. I simply shook my head at Jenny's antics and kept walking. In the meantime, I thought about my dilemma. What if Kendall weren't on the pill? What would I do? I wanted to have sex with her. Correction, I really, _really_ wanted to have sex with her. And more importantly, I wanted to come inside her. I don't know why, but I guess I figured it would be the consummation of our relationship. Unfortunately, I kept coming back to my own words to Gina, "it's not just about the orgasm." If I cared about Kendall, if I truly loved her, coming inside her shouldn't strengthen our relationship at all. In a perfect world, that might be the case, but I reluctantly decided that I lived in the real world. _I want to come inside her,_ I childishly ranted silently. I felt like sulking. My sustaining hope was that she was somehow on the pill. Unfortunately, I didn't think she was. What would I do? Would I be able to have sex with her and not come? Did I really want to? Could I simply have sex with her and then come on her stomach, or in her mouth? _Probably,_ I thought gloomily. _But I don't want to._ I felt like stomping my foot. When I reached the top of the falls, all my troubled thoughts seemed to evaporate. Gina and Kendall were sitting close, hugging each other, and I could tell they were both crying. _Uh-oh,_ I thought. _Not a good sign._ I dropped the raft and ran over to them, somehow thinking I could use my physical presence alone to ward off whatever had upset them. When they heard me come up, they separated and looked up. "Hi," Gina said tearfully, wiping her cheeks. She smiled and then sniffled. "What's the matter?" I asked, a little too peremptorily. "It's okay, Paul," she said gently. Kendall looked up and nodded, smiling wanly as she did. "Are you two all right?" "We're fine. We were just having a little girl talk." "About what?" I asked, curious as to what had gotten them so worked up. I looked around, clenching my fists in frustration, and wondered what I could do. I probably looked like a Neanderthal, protecting his women from predators. That may sound like a striking image, but it felt ridiculous. "_Girl_ talk," she said patiently. She lifted her hand and I automatically took it to help her to her feet. When she was standing, she stepped close and put her arms around my waist. "It's okay. _We're_ okay. We just had some... things to talk about, that's all." I put my arms around her and looked down at her. "Are you sure?" She nodded and then laid her head on my chest, hugging me tight. When she pulled back, she looked up at me, her eyes glittering. "I love you _so_ much." "I love you too," I said distractedly. "You're sure you're okay?" She nodded. "We're _fine_, Paul. Will you relax? You can't solve every problem with muscles." I looked at her, chagrinned. "Okay. But you still haven't told me why you two are crying." She pulled back and wiped her cheeks again, smiling up at me. "They're good tears, Paul, _happy_ tears. Don't worry." Kendall nodded. "Kendall and I simply had a good heart-to-heart talk," Gina said. "About what?" I asked, a little suspiciously. "About a lot of things." "Like what?" She sighed in exasperation. "About _you_, silly. About the three of us. About today. _Now_ will you leave it alone?" "Oh." I blinked in comprehension. "Yeah. Sorry." She stood on tiptoe and kissed my cheek. "Sometimes, you worry too much. Everything's fine." Then she pulled back. "Just a minute. Let me get my towel." I nodded as she slipped from my arms. _Get her towel? What for?_ She picked it up and then folded it over her arm. "There," she said brightly. Kendall stood up and looked at us nervously. "What's going on?" I asked. "Walk with me for a minute," Gina said, thrusting her arm through mine. Despite my growing confusion, I turned and walked with her, away from Kendall. When we'd gone about fifty feet, I stopped and turned to her. "_Now_ will you tell me what's going on?" I asked. "Kendall and I wanted to talk." She stroked my arm and looked up at me. "Well, really, _she_ wanted to talk. That's why we came up here without you," she said. "I was wondering why you were inflating the raft down there, but in a way, I was glad. It gave Kendall and me some time alone." I nodded. "And?" "She was really upset. And anxious." "About what?" I asked, my voice hard. "About a lot of things," she said in irritation. "Will you get it through your thick head that I'm not gonna tell you everything we talked about?" When I started to bristle at her harsh words, she quickly grew contrite. "I'm sorry," she said. "I shouldn't've said that." I tried to laugh it off. "True, your mom wouldn't be proud." She shrugged. "Well, I'm sorry. But I'm also serious. Some of what we talked about is just between the two of us. Kendall... um... she asked me not to tell you." She looked up at me earnestly. "Okay?" "Let me ask one question." She nodded. "Is Kendall okay with this? With today?" To my surprise, she considered the question for a moment. Finally, she nodded. "Yes. She is. She really does love you, and she's excited. But she's also nervous. Okay? Is that enough of an answer?" I nodded. "If she wants to tell you more, she will," she said cryptically. "You can ask her, I guess." "Okay," I said slowly. A shadow crossed her expression and she sighed. "She was also worried about me." "You?" "Yeah. Well, not really worried about me, but worried about how I'd react." She looked down and shrugged sadly. "She was worried that I'd get angry if she didn't want to have sex with me." When she looked up, there were fresh tears in her eyes. I pulled her close, to comfort her. It was the only thing I could think to do. "She was worried that I wouldn't let you be with her if she didn't have sex with me. That's one of the reasons she was so nervous yesterday. I mean, I can understand why she was nervous about it being her fir--" She looked up at me and sniffled. "Um... never mind," she said quickly. "Anyway, she was so worried about me and how I'd react." _Her fir? Her_ first? _Her first what?_ I nodded distractedly. It sounded like something Kendall would think of, but I was stuck on what Gina had almost said. Then Gina looked down again. In a very small voice, she said, "She would've gone through with it, though. She would've had sex with me if it's the only way she could be with you." When she looked up, two large tears rolled down her cheeks. "I'd never force her, you've got to believe me," she said plaintively. "I'd never use you like that, use you as leverage against someone else." She sniffled miserably and looked down. "Especially not Kendall." Suddenly, all thoughts of half-finished sentences vanished. I looked down at Gina in concern. "I know you wouldn't, honey," I said earnestly. "You've got to believe that I wouldn't!" "I believe you. I know you better than that. And so does Kendall," I said soothingly. "She was just scared. And... well... sometimes, when Kendall gets emotional, she doesn't think as clearly as she usually does." "She doesn't?" I shook my head. "Usually, she's really good at figuring people out, but sometimes, especially where she's concerned, she's got this blind spot. So I'm sure she didn't mean to hurt your feelings." She sniffled. "I know she didn't." Then she looked at me, her eyes pleading for understanding. "Paul, you should've seen her. She was so scared of how I'd react. I just can't believe it. And she would've gone through with it--had sex with me even though she doesn't like girls--if she thought that's the only way she could have you." The self-accusing tone in Gina's voice nearly ripped my heart out. "It's okay," I said softly. "She didn't go through with it, though, did she?" It was a rhetorical question, but she shook her head sullenly. "She talked to you first. Right?" A nod. "That means she respects you. I'm sure it took a lot of courage for her to talk to you about it." "Yeah. So?" "If she didn't care about you, she would've just kept her mouth shut. Has Kara ever told you what the opposite of love is?" "Indifference." "Mmm hmm. And if Kendall didn't care about you, she wouldn't've even gotten upset about it. She _certainly_ wouldn't've talked to you about it." "Do you really think so?" she asked, looking up hopefully. I nodded with all the sincerity I could muster. "Yes. I think she was more worried about losing you as a friend." She shook her head and laughed morosely. "No. She was worried about not being with you." "Okay, she was worried about _both_," I said firmly. She could tell by my tone that I'd brook no objection, so she nodded. "I can't believe she was worried that I'd be angry." "Gina," I said and then waited for her to look up. "She knows about... um... your 'weeklong lapse of sanity.' I'm sure she was scared that you wouldn't talk to her. And I know that would hurt her. Very badly." "I'd never do that," she said. "Well, not again." I nodded. _I certainly hope not,_ I thought with a trace of resentment. "I know you wouldn't," I said gently. "Now, let's go back over there. We can put the raft down, lay the blanket on top of it, and relax." She shook her head. "Why not?" "Well, that's part of what we were talking about." Her shoulders heaved as she started crying again. "What's the matter?" "I'm so awful," she moaned. "What makes you say that?" I asked, half in surprise and half in fear. "I didn't even _think_ about what K-Kendall wanted." When she looked up at me, she was biting the inside of her lip, tears streaming down her face once again. I pulled back a little, cupped her face in my hands, and wiped her tears with my thumbs. "W-when I got to be with you, our f-first time," she said, trying to smile, "we were alone." I nodded, unsure of the direction the conversation was going. "With you and K-Kendall, I w-wanted to watch, like it was s-some show you were putting on for my benefit. Like s-she was just some girl I was going to w-watch you fuck," she said miserably. "Did Kendall say that?" I asked sharply. Gina shook her head. "No. She's too p-polite. But I know she w- wants to be alone with you." She took a deep, shuddering breath and sniffled. "And I was only th-thinking of what _I_ wanted. S- so I told her I'd leave y-you two alone for the afternoon. I'm just gonna go now," she said sullenly. "Oh, no you don't," I said sternly. "You're not going anywhere." "Yes I am. I'm g-going to leave you two alone." She tried to pull away from me, but I was much stronger than her. Instead, I turned her around and almost marched her back to where Kendall still stood, trepidation plainly graven upon her face. She looked up at me and smiled thinly, her expression full of empathy and concern for Gina. "I'm so awful," Gina said suddenly, looking up at Kendall. "Will you ever forgive me?" At that point, Kendall's tears returned full force, and she rushed toward Gina. They embraced tightly, each of them trying to apologize and comfort the other. I hovered protectively in the background as each girl professed to be the cause of the other's suffering. When their tearful and half-spoken conversation devolved into each of them saying, "No, it's all _my_ fault," I stepped forward. "Girls," I said firmly, stepping close to them. "I'm sure this is somehow _my_ fault. Now, we're all sorry, and none of us will ever do this again." They looked at me blankly. Then Kendall broke the spell by playfully pounding her fist into my chest. It didn't really hurt, but it served to focus our attention. "And don't you _ever_ do it again," she said. We all understood my ruse for what it was--a way for each of them to admit responsibility and accept the other's forgiveness--and it worked like a charm. I spread my arms and wrapped them around both girls. For several minutes, I simply hugged them as they calmed down. Then I felt Gina look at Kendall. "I'm _so_ sorry," Gina said to the other girl. "I'm sorry too," Kendall replied. "And _I'm_ sorry," I said. They looked at me, puzzled. I grinned as mischievously as I could. "It's a lot of work, taking care of two beautiful girls," I said with mock seriousness. "Ha!" Gina snorted. "You're lucky you have us." "Yes," I said with genuine feeling, "I am. I'd be very lucky to have either of you. But I'm a million times luckier since I have both of you." Gina nodded. "Well," Kendall said, tensing up a little, "you haven't exactly _had_ me yet." When she looked at me and grinned, I realized that her tenseness was mirth as much as nervousness. Gina giggled and that set us all to laughing. When we calmed down, I kissed Gina and then turned to Kendall. Her kiss was full of warmth and promise, and devoid of anxiety. "Now," I said, "why don't we take a quick dip in the pool, cool off, and get cleaned up." They shared an exhausted but happy smile and then nodded. ----- While Gina and Kendall were still in the pool, talking quietly near the tree line where the stream emerged, I picked up storm debris and generally got our spot ready. I also kept a close eye on the girls. They were having a serious conversation, but I relaxed when I realized that it was without the hysterics and self-recriminations from earlier. Once I had all the fallen branches moved to the side, I laid the inflated raft on the sandy soil and covered it with our blanket. Then I rejoined the girls in the pool. To my pleasure, they both smiled at me as I waded toward them. "I thought I'd leave you two alone for a while," Gina said as I approached. I merely shook my head. "You don't have to," Kendall said at the same time. "I _want_ to," Gina insisted. "I want you to have some time alone." Then she turned to Kendall and looked at her intently. "You know, so it'll be _special_," she said. "Listen," I said reasonably, "why don't we all stay together for a while. After everybody got upset earlier--" both girls grinned sheepishly, "--I think we should probably just relax and enjoy ourselves. We don't have a schedule." "_I_ do," Kendall said suddenly. When Gina and I looked at her, she smiled. "You know: seven o'clock, take shower and shave legs; seven fifteen, fix breakfast for friends; seven forty-five, hike to quarry; ten o'clock, arrive at quarry; ten fifteen, have sex with boyfriend; ten thirty, have sex with boyfriend a second time; ten forty-five, have more sex with boy--" At that point, Gina and I both lost it and started laughing. "I'm serious," I said when we calmed down. "We're not on a schedule." "_She_ is," Gina said. Then she grabbed my wrist and looked at my watch. "And you're forty-five minutes behind schedule. It's almost eleven." She looked at me and grinned. "You'd better get hopping, big boy." That started another round of laughter. When it died down, I looked at them soberly. "Why don't we just hang out here for a half-hour or so and then go down and have lunch. Then we can decide what we want to do. Okay?" "Okay," Gina said. "I think I can revise my schedule," Kendall said, smiling at us. We spent the next thirty minutes simply soaking in the cold water, talking, and enjoying each other's company. While we did, however, I teased the girls remorselessly. I was gently rubbing their pussies, but neither of them realized that I was doing the same thing to the other. I was having fun seeing how hard I could make them work to maintain a serene expression and keep up their end of the conversation. Finally, Gina dug her fingernails into my arm and cried out softly. "Is he playing with you too?" she asked Kendall. Kendall closed her eyes, finally let her mounting desire show in her expression, and nodded. "If you don't stop," Gina said to me, "I'm gonna forget about giving you two some privacy and just jump you right here, right now." I laughed softly and withdrew my finger from her pussy. I gave Kendall's clit one last caress and then withdrew from her as well. "Hey," she cried plaintively. "_I_ didn't say you had to stop." "Let's see if Manfred and Jenny are still going at it, or they're ready for lunch," I said with a low chuckle. "Unnnh," Kendall whined. "You sound _just_ like Gina," I teased her. "Come on," I said to them both. "Let's go have some lunch. And then afterward, we can..." I shrugged and left the rest unspoken, but judging by the looks on their faces, they knew what I was talking about. ----- After we ate, the three of us took our leave of Manfred and Jenny. When we reached the top of the falls, Gina picked up her towel, sunglasses, and book. "Gina...," I said. She shook her head firmly. "I want to, Paul. Besides, this is between Kendall and me." I looked to Kendall, but she only shrugged. "Really," Gina said. "I'm fine with it. I _want_ you two to have some time alone. It's only fair." I stepped toward her and pulled her into my arms. She resisted for a moment but then acquiesced. "Paul, I've made up my mind. Kendall and I have talked about this. Really." Her eyes pleaded with me. I nodded reluctantly. "If you want to have a real relationship with both of us, it has to be this way. Sometimes, at least. I... I was being selfish before." She looked up suddenly. "I see that now, and I don't like the fact that I was." Then she looked away and laughed ruefully. "You told me it would be like this, but I guess I didn't really understand." I nodded again. When she looked at me again, she was serious, determined. "You and Kendall should have the same time alone that you and I had." "It doesn't have to be _today_," Kendall said. Gina pulled away from me. "No, it doesn't," she said, turning toward the other girl. "But..." Then she actually blushed, her dark complexion growing darker still. "Well, I want some time with him too. And it wouldn't be fair for me to have sex with him if you don't too." "But we can do it some other time. I want to have sex with him, but...," Kendall said. "But without an audience," Gina finished. "At least the first time." Kendall nodded solemnly. "And you should have that." "But not if it means you go off somewhere by yourself," Kendall said. "We talked about this. Okay?" Kendall nodded. "I know I might not seem like it, but I'm happy for you. Really, I am. I'm excited for you. And for Paul." "And for yourself too," Kendall said. It was Gina's turn to nod. "Yeah. It excites me to think about you and Paul together." She grinned slyly. "I may be alone, but that doesn't mean I won't be having fun," she said, wiggling her fingers suggestively. Kendall rolled her eyes in feigned shock. "You're so _bad_," she said. "You do it too," Gina said matter-of-factly, but with a teasing tone. "Yeah, but I don't talk about it." "Why not? With us, you can talk about anything." Then Gina got a mischievous glint in her eye. "If he's lucky," she said, smiling at me wryly, "then we might let Paul watch while we masturbate." "Gina!" "What?" For a moment, she looked the very picture of innocence. Her facade quickly cracked and she grinned. Kendall merely rolled her eyes. "Masturbate," Gina said suddenly. When Kendall flinched, she said it again. "Masturbate, masturbate, masturbate. I do it. You do it. Paul does it. Hey! Maybe we can watch him masturbate while he's watching us!" "Gina!" Far from looking scandalized, Kendall actually looked intrigued. When she noticed me grinning at her, she blushed furiously. "Yeah," Gina said, warming to the subject. "We could spread our legs and play with ourselves while Paul strokes his thick, hard dick." She licked her lips and leered playfully at the taller girl. "Gina, you're so _naughty_," Kendall said. "Uh-huh! But if I don't get outta here now, I'm going to jump _someone's_ bones, and I don't care whose." Kendall nodded, her expression a mixture of remorse and excitement. "Hey," Gina said softly, "I'm happy for you. For _us_." "For us," Kendall echoed. The girls looked at each other and something deep and unspoken passed between them. Then they hugged each other tight, Kendall bending down to accommodate the shorter girl. "I'm so happy for you," Gina said softly. "I love you." "I... I love you too," Kendall said. "Like a sister, of course," Gina said tactfully. Kendall merely nodded. When they separated, Gina took Kendall's hand and led her to me. Then she took my hand and put Kendall's in it. "There," she said. "I'm going to go down to where the stream comes out of the quarry lake. I can catch some sun and I don't think Jenny and Manfred will be able to see me there. There's no need for them to know what goes on between us." Kendall and I nodded at the same time. "One of you come get me in a couple of hours. Okay?" "Thank you," whispered Kendall. Gina smiled warmly, stood on tiptoe, and kissed my cheek. "You be gentle with her, you hear?" she said with playful menace. I switched Kendall's hand to my left and put my right arm around Gina, pulling her close. I bent my head to kiss her and she responded with an enthusiasm that surprised me. "I mean it," she whispered when she pulled back. "Be gentle. Go slow." Then she leaned in to hug Kendall again. "I'd better go." "I'll walk with you," Kendall said suddenly. Gina hesitated for a moment and then nodded. "Thanks. I... I appreciate it." Kendall smiled warmly. Then she looked at me for approval. When I nodded, her smile returned and she kissed me on the cheek. I watched the two of them walk away and shook my head in wonder. ----- While I was waiting for Kendall to return, I decided to take a dip in the pool. The day's weather was still beautiful and temperate, with a gentle, refreshing breeze, but I wanted to relax in the cold water. It would give me time to think. I lay on my back, safely grounded on the gently sloping sandy bottom, near the tree line. I didn't really want to pay attention to where I drifted in the pool, and I certainly didn't want to accidentally go over the falls. They weren't dangerous, as long as I was paying attention, but I didn't _want_ to pay attention. I wanted to think. So I submerged my entire body but kept my shoulders resting on the bottom, with only my face sticking out of the water. Because of the previous day's rain, the current was faster, and the water rushing over my skin felt good. Unfortunately, in all the furor earlier, I'd completely forgotten to ask Kendall about birth control. I still didn't know what I would do if she weren't on the pill. She obviously wanted to have sex with me, which led me to believe that she _was_ on the pill. But that simply didn't synch with what I knew about her mother. For a few agonizing moments, I relived the panic and fear of Amy's pregnancy scare. In a weird way, it had been _my_ pregnancy scare as well. Sure, I wouldn't have had to carry the baby and give birth (or deal with other, more unpleasant options), but I would've married her. Luckily, it hadn't come to that, but it was certainly an experience I didn't want to repeat. Ever. I wanted children, but I wanted them when my wife and I were _ready_ for them. By the time I felt Kendall step into the pool next to me, I had mostly calmed down. I had also begun to reflect on the fact that I wasn't nervous about having sex with Kendall. There was a time, not so far in the past, when I would've been nervous having sex with _anyone_, much less the goddess Kendall Payton. I silently thanked Susan and my mom for all their guidance and assurance. Whatever else happened between Susan and me, I owed her a debt of gratitude that I'd never be able to repay. While lying in the pool, all I could hear was the rush of the water. When I sensed Kendall next to me, I lifted my head and looked at her. "--matter?" she asked, concern coloring her tone. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine." "Why didn't you answer me?" "I couldn't hear you," I said patiently. "Not with my ears in the water." "Oh. Oh, yeah." She shivered. "This water's cold," she said, even though it was only up to her calves. "Why're you just lying here? Aren't you cold?" I sat up fully and shrugged. "You get used to it." "Yeah, but I wouldn't lie here for fun." "I was thinking," I said. "About what?" Before I told her, I asked, "You wanna join me here? Or d'you want me to get out?" "Can we get out?" I nodded and began to stand up. When I emerged from the water, I slicked back my hair and ran my hands down my torso. Kendall's eyes flicked to my cold-shrunken penis and scrotum. When she saw me watching her, she blushed and smiled guiltily. Then I reached for her hand and we walked out of the pool together. Once I dried off, I laid my towel over one of the big boulders by the falls, so it would dry. "So, what were you thinking about?" Kendall asked, when we settled onto the blanket-covered raft. "You," I said simply. She smiled and looked away shyly. "And something we need to talk about," I said seriously. When she heard my tone, she looked up quickly. "It's nothing bad," I said. "It's just something we need to talk about. And I'm kinda kicking myself because I didn't think of it earlier. If I had, I might've done something about it." "About what?" "About... well..." I couldn't think of a way to sugar-coat the question I needed to ask, so I just came right out with it. "Are you on the pill?" Her lips tightened and then she looked down as she shook her head. "Does that mean you don't want to have sex with me?" she asked in a small voice. I reached for her hands and took them in my own. "No," I said sincerely. "Wild horses couldn't pull me away from you." When she grinned shyly, I continued. "But if you're not on the pill..." "I've been thinking about how we can do it," she said tentatively. I nodded and waited for her to continue. "If you pull out when you ejaculate... I mean, when you come, it should be okay." "That's what I thought that one time with Amy," I said. "I thought I could pull out. I didn't." "I know, and I've been thinking about that too." "Oh?" "We've got to be careful." Then she looked at me inquisitively. "You can tell when you're about to come, right?" I laughed good-naturedly and nodded. "Oh yeah, I can tell." She nodded. "Then as long as you don't ejaculate inside me..." She paused for a second, took a deep breath, and then composed herself. "As long as you don't ejaculate inside me, we should be fine." Then she looked at me earnestly. "Gina couldn't believe I'm not on the pill." She shrugged. "She doesn't know my mom." "Mmm hmm." She looked at me speculatively. "She said it feels really good when you come inside her." "It feels pretty good for me too," I said with a smile. "I want you to come inside me, but you can't until we..." "Until we what?" I asked. "Until we get you some rubbers." "That's what I was thinking. Unfortunately, I don't have any good ideas about how to do that." "I do," she said cryptically. "A couple of them, actually." "Oh?" "I'll tell you about them later," she said. "I've also got a plan for you to come inside me _without_ a rubber." "Whoa, hold on. I dunno about--" She held up a placating hand. "I've got it counted out." Then she grinned shyly. "I don't want to get pregnant either." She got a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she smiled at me. "With all those books I read, I know how my body works. How a woman's body works, actually." "And?" "Well," she said, blushing, "my... cycle... should start the day we leave. A couple of days before that, it'll be safe for you to shoot inside me." Then she paused and wrung her hands together. I got the feeling she was leaving something unsaid, but before I could question her about it, she looked into my eyes and almost pleaded with me to accept her answer. When I kept my mouth shut, she smiled tightly. "I... I did something special for you," she said, obviously changing the subject. "Oh?" She nodded. "This morning, I actually spent about thirty minutes in the bathroom--in the Winnie--before I went down to the clubhouse to shower." She blushed and then grinned shyly. "I was doing something for you." "Which was?" She took my hand and put it between her legs. When I cupped her mons, she sighed deeply. "I took a little pair of scissors and trimmed my hair real short," she said. "Especially between my legs and around my... um... around my labia." I hadn't been paying enough attention when I was playing with her pussy earlier. Consequently, I hadn't noticed it. Now that she pointed it out, I could only feel short, soft, curly hairs "And then I shaved the sides real well," she said, blushing slightly. "Very nice," I commented, gently manipulating her lips. "Mmm hmm. I like it too. Even though you can't really tell from the front, I just have a little hair down there now." "Let me ask you one question," I said. "What made you do this? Not that I'm complaining," I said quickly, "but I'm curious." "It was something Gina said, and how you reacted." "Oh?" "Mmm hmm. When you were rubbing oil on my back, last week, and Gina was asking if I shaved my bush..." "Yeah." "Well, I saw that she was kinda teasing you about it, you know, like she might do it too. And when you got hard, I figured you might like it." "Uh-huh." She shrugged. "I didn't think I'd like the way it looks, but I actually do," she said. "I... I think I kinda look funny... down there, I mean... but I thought you'd like it." "I do," I said. "I will. I'm glad you did it." She nodded. "I've thought about it before. I read this book once, by Judy Blume..." "The woman who writes kids' books?" I asked. "Yeah. She writes other books too." "Oh." "There was one book where this housewife wanted her husband to perform... um... oral sex on her, so she asked him if he wanted her to shave... you know... her pussy." "I know," I said, chuckling softly. Hearing Kendall talk about it was incredibly arousing, and my dick predictably went from semi- hard to full attention. Kendall stared at my sudden erection for a moment, her eyes wide. "I used to wonder what was so special about shaving down there, but now I see," she said, her eyes still locked on my hard-on. "Uh-huh," I said deliberately. "And since you went to all this trouble," I said, "why don't you let me check out your handiwork." The look in her eyes told me she was hoping I'd say that. "And from what I remember," I continued, "you don't look funny down there at all." I punctuated my words by rubbing the palm of my hand over her hooded clit. She closed her eyes. "If you say so," she breathed. "But I'd better check things out again, just to make sure." She swallowed hard and nodded, her eyes still closed. I gently pushed her onto her back and moved between her legs. Before I slid lower, I licked and sucked one nipple to erection and then moved to the other. Her heavy breasts flattened to the sides of her chest, and I had fun teasing her with my lips and tongue. Then I started kissing lower, lightly brushing my lips over her smooth skin. By the time I settled between her legs, her breathing had turned ragged, her soft stomach fluttering and heaving as her excitement built. As I spread her legs, pushing them to the side and toward her chest, I took the opportunity to study her pussy. She had trimmed her hair very short, almost to a thin fuzz. And the sides of her labia were smooth, as advertised. The pubic hair covering her mons also looked narrower. It was very subtle, but from several inches away, it was easy to see where she had trimmed it. When I looked up, I could tell that she was nervous about me studying her pussy. The night before, it had been dark and she'd already been very worked up. I remembered how Gina had worried about how she looked, the year before, so I decided to take a moment and reassure Kendall. "I like how you trimmed your hair," I said. Then I gently kissed her slit. "It really makes your labia stand out." I kissed her again, pausing to inhale the scent of her arousal. "Even though you've got a tan, your pussy is lighter. Without the hair, I can see it turn dark pink as you get turned on." "I'm glad you like it," she said nervously. I chuckled softly and then licked her slit. Then I started teasing her with gentle licks and kisses. By the time I spread her pussy lips with my fingers, she was very wet. Her inner membranes were much pinker than Gina's, and I simply admired her shape for a moment. "Your pussy's beautiful," I said softly. Then I planted a string of kisses from the inside of her left thigh to her right, passing over her pussy itself. "I think I just want to gaze at it for a moment." Out of the corner of my eye, I could see one of her hands nervously inching toward her pussy, as if to cover it. I grinned and kissed her again. "Thank you," I said gently. "For what?" "For loving me, and for trusting me enough to want to make love to me." She moaned inarticulately. It was a happy and eager sound, and I smiled again. Then I returned my attention to her slit. As I'd noticed the day before, her labia were thinner than Gina's full lips, and they almost disappeared when I spread her open. When I gently licked between her outer and inner labia, she hissed and ran her fingers through my hair. With my thumbs, I spread open her inner lips, revealing her opening. Her pinkish folds turned darker as her excitement built. Of course, I _added_ to her excitement by pursing my lips and sucking her hooded clit. When I pulled back, I gently moved my finger around, covering it with her moisture. While I held her open, I slowly insinuated the digit between the delicate folds of her labia. Once again, it was a tight fit, her pussy clutching at my invading finger. Her hands tensed up nervously, kneading my head and pulling at my hair. Then she hissed as I buried my finger entirely. I crooked up the tip and hit her inner spot. She hissed again and clamped her legs around my head. Eight years of ballet, indeed! I felt like a walnut in a nutcracker. I quickly withdrew my finger, and at my strangled cry, she relaxed her legs. "What was _that?_" she asked, panting. I couldn't suppress my grin as I answered her question with a question of my own. "You liked it?" "Oh, my goodness, yes! But it surprised me." She half sat up. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine," I said, still grinning. She rolled her eyes. "Don't _you_ look smug." I nodded and pushed up to all fours. Then I crawled up her body, never breaking eye contact. "Something you'll learn about me," I said, kissing her quickly, "is that I like making you happy. About half of my enjoyment comes just from giving you pleasure. So yeah, I guess I look smug. I hope you don't mind." From only inches away, she looked into my eyes and smiled. Then she shook her head and said, "I guess I don't mind." "Good," I replied, kissing her again. As I leaned closer to her and deepened the kiss, my erection bumped into her stomach. She started, but quickly recovered. Then I felt her wrap her fingers around my shaft and pull gently. "I'm still amazed by how soft your skin is," she said. I nodded, and then straightened. She looked into my eyes as I put my hand on the back of her head and guided her mouth to my dick. I watched with a small smile as she tentatively licked the tip of my crown. I made my dick twitch and she giggled. Then she wrapped her lips around the head and gently sucked. When she pulled back, she looked up and smiled. "Gina said she'd help me improve my... um... technique later this afternoon," she said. "Oh, she did?" She nodded, smiling, and then playfully licked my cock. Her smile widened as she licked again. "She's had a lot more experience than I have." "Mmm hmm." "But I plan to make up for that," she said, holding my eyes with her own. I raised my eyebrows in silent challenge. She answered by closing her eyes and sensuously kissing the underside of my glans. Then she opened her mouth and swallowed the first couple of inches. She sucked lovingly, running her tongue over the underside and moving her head side to side. While she sucked, I kept one hand on the back of her head, enjoying the feeling as I guided her motions. With the other hand, I reached down and tweaked her right nipple. She moaned around my cock as I rolled and gently pulled the little nubbin to erection. She tried to swallow more of me, and got about three inches into her mouth before clamping her lips around my shaft. I moaned my appreciation and she slowly withdrew her lips. She still had a lot to learn, but what she lacked in experience, she made up for in love and tenderness. She continued running her lips and tongue over my cock, caressing me with her hands as she did. I played with her right breast, manipulating her nipple and making her squirm with pleasure. After several minutes, she popped my dick out of her mouth, licked the underside, then tilted her head to lick my balls. She was hesitant at first, but quickly warmed to the idea when she sucked a testicle into her mouth and felt my pleased reaction. While she was licking and sucking my balls, she slowly stroked my shaft. Without saying anything, I gently pushed her back. She looked up at me with a mixture of fear and expectation. I smiled as reassuringly as I could and then bent to kiss her. I cradled her face with my hands and brought my lips to hers. As I kissed her, I gently laid her back on the blanket. When I pulled back, she looked at me with dreamy, love-filled eyes. "Make love to me," she said softly. I merely nodded and then moved between her legs. When I reached between them, I felt her pussy with my fingers. She was moist and very ready. Then I grasped my shaft and set it at her opening. Before I slid into her, I turned my attention back to her face. For a moment, I merely studied her. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. As our tongues explored each other's mouths, I hunched my hips forward. Instead of sliding into her, as I expected, my cock hardly moved. In fact, it even bent slightly, almost painfully. I figured I'd just misaligned my shaft. I smiled apologetically. Then I quickly reached between us, pulled my hips back, and set the tip of my dick at her opening. When I eased my hips forward the second time, I was certain that my dick was aimed at her pussy. She gasped as I spread her apart slightly, but then my penis stopped moving again. It was like something was pinching the head. If I'd stopped to think, I probably would've figured it out then and there, but I didn't. Kendall whispered in my ear how much she loved me, and how much she wanted me inside her. Her voice was tense, but I didn't notice it at the time, so I shoved forward again. Suddenly, the resistance disappeared. She squeaked as the head of my dick slipped completely inside her. As she cried out, she sounded just like Amy had when... Oh... my... God! I pulled back and looked at her in growing alarm. Her eyes were screwed shut with pain and two tears squeezed from beneath her eyelashes to run down her temples. Her breathing was shallow and ragged. My fear and disbelief spiked and I thought back frantically. She'd told me she wasn't a virgin! But even with my limited experience with virgins--two, to be precise--I could tell that I'd just become her first. Yet my brain screamed that it couldn't be true. If I'd known, I would've taken more time. If I'd known, I would've done things differently, somehow. If I'd known... If I'd known, what would I have done? Why hadn't she told me she was a virgin? Was she embarrassed? Was she scared? Did she think I wouldn't love her? Why hadn't she said anything? The truth was, she _had_ said something, but it had been a lie. She'd told me she _wasn't_ a virgin. Could I have been mistaken in thinking that I was her first? I certainly hoped so. Maybe she was just very tight. She had such a small pussy to begin with, and every time I slipped a finger into her, she was very snug. Maybe she hadn't lied when she'd told me she wasn't a virgin. Maybe it had just been a while since she'd had sex. Maybe... But then I started thinking through the past couple of days. Suddenly, the inconsistencies between her attitude and experience made a lot more sense. And what was it she'd told Gina, but made her promise not to tell me? What had Gina said? Her first time, perhaps? I had too many questions swirling through my mind, and with my dick halfway inside her, it was hardly the time to be distracted or seem insensitive. When I shook off my jumbled and chaotic thoughts, she was looking at me intently, her eyes still teary. "You know, don't you?" she asked, her voice husky with emotion and an edge of fear-tinged pain. "I love you," I said sincerely, ignoring her question. Unfortunately, it was answer enough. "I wanted to tell you, but after I said what I did, last year..." "It's... it's okay." "I was afraid you wouldn't want me," she said miserably. "You can pull out now, if you want." I shook my head firmly. "What I want," I said resolutely, "is to make love to my girlfriend." Then I kissed her tenderly. She arched her back and pulled me against her almost desperately. "Why?" she whispered. "Because I love you." "Will you just hold me?" she asked timidly, almost pleadingly. Instead of answering her with words, I answered with my body. My dick was still buried inside her, and she was tighter than I ever imagined. When I moved to rest my elbows on the blanket-covered air raft and then slide my arms under her shoulders, she winced as my dick stretched her further. It was an awkward position for me, half inside her and half out, but she needed my love and affection more than she needed my hard-on. "Do you want me to pull out?" I asked quietly. "Do you want to?" "No," I answered honestly. "But if it's hurting you..." "I'll get used to it," she said with a sniffle and a brave smile. "I _want_ to get used to it. But maybe you can pull it out? Just for a little while?" I nodded and pulled my hips back. "Thank you," she whispered in relief. Then she began crying again. Instead of tears of pain, they were tears of joy. I held her as she shook, comforting her with my body the only way I knew how. She clung to me, quaking as sobs wracked her, emotion pouring forth as if from a hot spring. "I never thought I'd find anyone like you," she said, with a soft catch in her breathing. "Are you glad you did?" "More than you'll ever know." Eventually, her tears dried and she begged me to enter her again. I could see it was hurting her, but her eyes burned brightly with the need to have me inside her. So I pushed into her and then pulled out, a half-inch at a time, perhaps less. In and out, slowly but steadily, in a little more, then out a little less. By the time I was fully seated within her body, she was crying again, aching tears mingled with tears of joy. "You're making love to me," she said hoarsely. I nodded and then kissed her fiercely, hoping to focus her attention on my lips instead of the pain I was causing. She responded eagerly, but had to break off sooner than either of us wanted--her nose was stopped up and she couldn't breathe. When she asked me to, I started thrusting into her, slowly, steadily. She whimpered, but urged me on with her eyes. I took long, gentle strokes, marveling at how tight she still was. "I'm sorry," she said at last. "But it really hurts. You're so big." I stopped immediately. "I'm not really all that big, you know," I said, trying to divert her attention once again. "Try telling my pussy that," she replied with playful intensity, but with a note of pain coloring her voice. "Besides, it's not length that's important, it's thickness. And you're plenty thick enough for li'l ol' me." I smiled. _She may be in pain,_ I thought, _but the analytical Kendall was back, if only a little._ "Do you want me to pull out?" I asked gently. She shook her head. "I want you to do it until you're ready to come," she said unconvincingly. "No you don't," I replied. Then I started to withdraw from her tender pussy. "Please don't pull out," she begged. "Shhhhh," I breathed softly. "This is only our first time together. It's your first time _ever_. After this, there'll be lots of times. Lots and lots of times, if you want." She nodded. "I'm so sorry," she half whispered. "Don't be," I said as my dick slid free. The look of relief on her face made me smile. "Better?" She nodded guiltily. "Relax. There's a lot more to making love than just having my dick inside you." After that, I held her close, offering her the security of my arms and chest, the surety of my kisses. When she realized that I was far from upset, she began to respond against me. Her nose was still stuffed up, so her breathing grew ragged, but she kissed me with deep, profound passion and longing. I planted kisses on her cheeks and eyelids, then down to her delicate earlobes. I teased her with my breath, gently blowing into her ear. When we kissed, I lightly bit her lip, playfully pulling back a little. Her nipples were little brown pebbles against my chest as I rubbed my own chest against her, stimulating them. We made love, though my manhood never entered her. Finally, she looked up at me and smiled. "At least we don't have to worry about you coming inside me," she said with a half-rueful laugh. "Nope." "Can I do something?" she asked shyly. "Something I've always wanted to do?" "Mmm hmm. What is it?" "I want to play with you," she said. "Until you come. I want to watch you come." "I'd like that." When I rolled to my back, she moved to kneel between my legs. Before she began, she brushed her fingers over my straining erection, lovingly naming all the parts in Latin: urethra, glans penis, corona, frenulum (which, she said, had been mostly removed when I was circumcised), corpus cavernosum, and so on. With each part she named, she would delicately trace her fingers over my sensitive skin. I know it sounds funny, but watching her fondly name everything was incredibly erotic. I didn't recognize half the words, but the way she said them while touching me was unbelievably arousing. Soon, I found myself straining and wishing for her to take me in her hands. Almost as soon as she did, I felt an orgasm building. I showed her how to masturbate me, how to squeeze and where to stroke. She quickly got the hang of it, and a look of delight crossed her expression. When I was almost ready to come, I moaned incoherently. She somehow got the message and sped her pace. The first spurt coursed up my shaft and she laughed in delight as she felt it. Drops of hot come landed on my chest and stomach and she kept pumping. The next shot landed on my stomach and gushed over her hands. By the time I was done shooting, there were pearly drops of my essence all over my midsection. Both of her hands and my dick were covered in the slippery fluid. She laughed again as she played with it, discovering how slick it was. She coated my erection and her hands, spreading my semen over our skin. When my penis finally became too sensitive for her to keep stroking, I pulled her hands off me and then guided her up my body. She lay next to me and sighed deeply. Then she sniffled. We both laughed at that, but it was a comfortable, unselfconscious laugh. I put my arm around her and simply held her tight, enjoying the feeling of her body next to mine. ----- "Why did you tell me you weren't a virgin?" I asked Kendall later. "I guess I thought you wouldn't want me," she said sheepishly. I squeezed her against me. "That's not how I am, and you know it." I felt her nod. "Love is about trust and communication. You know you can tell me anything." _Did I just say that?! I sound_ just _like my mother. Ha!_ "Thanks." We lay there for several long minutes. My chest and stomach were still sticky from drying come, but I didn't care. "I think I like holding you more than anything," she said after a while. "Mmm hmm. You're pretty nice to hold as well." "As nice as Gina?" "That's not a fair question," I chided her gently. "You're different girls. I like you both for different reasons. I _love_ you for different reasons." "So what _do_ you love about me?" "I love how you can make _vas deferens_ sound sexy, for one," I said. "I like the look on your face when I came over your hands. I like how confident you are, and how you know what you want to do with your life. But I also like the way you get nervous and unsure of yourself sometimes. I like how you worry about things." "Well," she said, "_I_ don't like some of those things." I shrugged. "They make you human." "Huh?" "I don't love the goddess Kendall." "Don't call me that, please," she said. "I won't. But what I meant was that I'm not in love with a goddess. I'm in love with a person. You're beautiful, you're smart, and I get hard just thinking about you lying beneath me--" "Like _that's_ ever going to happen," she said glumly. "It'll happen," I assured her. "When we're ready. Now that I know, I can take my time. But that's not my point. My point is that you're all those perfect things--your looks, your brains, your sexiness--but you're also human. You get worried, you don't always know the right answer, you make mistakes, just like I do. And I'm lucky that you trust me enough to let your guard down, to let me see inside you. Because it's what's inside you that's most beautiful. It's a little different with Gina, but I love her for the same reasons." "I'm glad," Kendall said softly. "Me _too_." ----- After a while, we decided to get up and wash off. Kendall dug in the pack and found Gina's bag of toiletries. She pulled out the soap and a washcloth. Then we waded into the cold pool. The afternoon had heated up, and after our exertions, it felt good to cool off. She wanted to wash me first, so I let her lather the washcloth as I submerged to the neck. When I stood again--in knee-deep water-- she began washing my shoulders and arms. As she worked her way down my body, she knelt in the water. Then she lifted my limp member and began scrubbing it. To my surprise, there was dried blood at the base of my shaft, and it was quite a bit more than I would've expected. _No wonder she was in pain,_ I mused silently. She cleaned me gently, trying not to rub too hard with the cloth. When it was my turn to wash her, I took my time and enjoyed it. Her body _was_ magnificent, after all. She reminded me to wash under her breasts, so I hefted them and slid the soapy washcloth under each one. Then I moved down to her flat, soft stomach, washing gently. I was a little startled to see the blood dried on her inner thighs. Since she'd been in the water longer than I had, there was less of it, but I worried nevertheless. She reassured me that she was fine, and feeling quite a bit better. The cold water soothed and numbed things a little, she explained. Then she piled her hair atop her head and sank into the pool to rinse off. With a twinkle in her eye, she announced that she was even feeling like having sex again, later. After we had both rinsed off, she spread the washcloth on one of the boulders to dry, placing the soap next to it. Then we floated around the pool, her legs locked around my waist. We kissed. We talked softly. We simply enjoyed each other's company. I played with her breasts and she stroked me until I was erect. It was a languid, wonderful time, and neither of us wanted it to end. "We really should go find Gina," she said after a while. I nodded. I'd been thinking the same thing, but hadn't wanted to mention it. "But we can do that in a few minutes." Then she looked pensive. "I love having you to myself, but I feel a little guilty." "I know what you mean." As it happened, the question of when to fetch Gina solved itself. Kendall looked over my shoulder and smiled. I turned to look, and saw Gina standing on the shore of the small pool, looking guilty and frustrated. "I'm sorry," she said quickly. "I know this is supposed to be your time alone together, but I just had to come up." "That's okay," Kendall started to say, but Gina interrupted her. "It's just that I've been watching Jenny and Manfred...," She looked at Kendall and frowned slightly. "That girl is _entirely_ too limber," she said only half disgustedly, shaking her head. Then she grew distracted. "Those two have been going at it since right after lunch, fucking, sucking, and anything else they could think of. And of _course_ Jenny just lets him come on her skin. What a _waste_. She doesn't swallow, she doesn't lick it up, nothing. She just rinses it off. Can you _believe_ that?!" She was practically beside herself with incredulity. "I'm appalled," Kendall said with amused sarcasm. Gina didn't catch the humor. "Me too! I mean, good God, I watched him come three times--three times!--and she didn't swallow a drop. And I've been fingering myself the entire time. Only, my fingers aren't enough." She focused on Kendall again. "You know how it is. Well, sort of. Sorry," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "I forgot. Although I guess by now, you _do_ know how it is." Without ceremony, Gina waded into the pool. "Sorry," she said again. "I really _did_ wait as long as I could. I wanted you to have some time alone, but I'm ready to explode." She looked at us with pleading defiance. "I've _got_ to have a dick, and I'm just dying to taste your come," she said to me. I wasn't surprised when Gina made a beeline for my groin. I don't think Kendall was either. We simply looked at each other with wry grins. As soon as Gina felt my erection, she thanked Kendall for getting me hard, apologized again for intruding, and very nearly pulled me to the surface by my dick alone. In a microsecond, Gina had her lips wrapped around my shaft and began taking long, deep strokes, trying to swallow me whole. She moaned in pleasure as she ran her tongue over the underside of my shaft. Then she put her hands on my hips and tried to pull me even deeper into her throat. Unfortunately, she started to gag, so she backed off and contented herself with swallowing only half my length. All the while, Kendall's hand was below the surface of the water. When I looked at her, I could tell that she was playing with herself. She saw me watching and grinned guiltily, but didn't stop. I motioned for her to stand up and move next to me. While she used her free hand to cup and knead her left breast, I did the same with the right. She looked at me and smiled, obviously enjoying her bird's-eye seat for Gina's blowjob. Gina noticed Kendall and then pulled my cock from her mouth. When she offered my shaft to the other girl, Kendall sank to her knees and readily accepted. I think Gina got as worked up from watching Kendall fellate me as she did by doing it herself. The two of them switched off several times, taking turns sucking me. After several minutes, Kendall murmured for Gina to keep going. Finally, I suggested we get out of the water. Without even drying off, we moved to the blanket. I lay on my back while Gina knelt between my legs and continued sucking me. I asked Kendall to straddle my face. She was a little hesitant at first, but I gently guided her as she swung one leg over my chest. Once I got my lips on her pussy, all of her reticence disappeared. While I tongued her pussy, I had an awe- inspiring view up her torso as she kneaded her breasts. I held onto her ass and kept my lips against her sex when she started grinding her hips. I wanted to delicately stretch her pussy a little bit, so I had her lean forward and support herself with her arms. I continued licking her pussy, but I also inserted a finger into her. She flinched at first, but quickly got used to it. She was as tight as ever, but I think the cold water (and a little time) had done wonders. Also, the fact that I had my lips pursed around her clit and was circling it with my tongue made her forget the minor discomfort of my invading finger. Soon enough, I felt Gina straddle my hips and sink onto my dick. My girth spread her open and she moaned. When Kendall heard Gina making sounds of delight, she looked back. By then, I had two fingers buried in her pussy and was gently sawing them back and forth. I pulled them out of her and then licked them clean. She tasted different than Gina, although I couldn't describe the difference. It was similar, and just as good, but somehow different. I dipped my fingers back in her pussy and tasted them again, much to her delight. Then I pushed her off me. She was a little confused at first, but I quickly told her to turn around and straddle my face again, facing Gina. I wanted them to watch each other, to see the other girl enjoying herself. While Gina rode my dick, grinding her hips and rubbing her clit against my pubic bone, Kendall rode my face. In no time, they were both moaning and shuddering in ecstasy. Gina was definitely the more vocal of the two, but Kendall occasionally cried out. I kept moving my fingers in her pussy, gently stretching her and getting her used to having something inside her. Finally, Gina climbed off my dick and announced that she wanted me to fuck her. Hard, she said. She apologized to Kendall, who was already climbing off my face. When I looked at Kendall, she didn't seem upset at all, which I thought was a _very_ good thing. Without preamble, Gina lay on the blanket, spread her legs, and reached for me. She obviously wanted her ankles over my shoulders, so I eagerly obliged her. With my forearms holding her legs back, I began thrusting deep into her, bending her nearly in half as I did. Almost immediately, she began moaning loudly and kneading her breasts. My hips rose and fell, driving my cock into her. If I'd thought her pussy was tight before, I had a new definition of the word. Gina was still very snug, but not nearly the vise that Kendall was. When I looked up, Kendall was smiling at us and playing with herself, rubbing her fingertips in small circles over the base of her clit. I kept thrusting into Gina while I watched Kendall. Evidently, she enjoyed me watching, so she spread her legs further apart. Gina urged me to fuck her harder, and I was soon slamming into her full force, my hips slapping against her thighs. A few minutes later, I could feel the quivering spasms of her building orgasm, and I had to force my way inside her. In this position, I could plunge very deep, and she was moaning uncontrollably. As her passion mounted, her moans turned to soft shrieks. When her climax took her, she screamed piercingly, pleasure making her lose all control. I kept pumping my cock into her, forcing myself past her clenching internal muscles. After her orgasm subsided, she quickly reached down and started rubbing the base of her clit. In a few minutes, a more powerful orgasm crashed over her. During its throes, she reached down and gripped my waist, holding me inside her. Her eyes clamped shut and her mouth closed, her lips set in pleasure. When she finally regained her senses, she smiled up at me beatifically and then rolled her eyes in amazement. "Wow," said Kendall. Gina let out her breath explosively. "Wow," she echoed. She looked at me adoringly and then rubbed my face softly. "Paul, you shouldn't neglect your girlfriend," she said with a grin, nodding toward the other girl. Then she wiggled her hips. "You're still hard. And you haven't come yet." I shook my head. She placed her hands against my chest and pushed. With a voyeuristic gleam in her eye, she said, "Kendall and I are equals. You should take care of her too. Shouldn't he?" she asked Kendall. I started to protest. Gina didn't know about how much our earlier sex had hurt Kendall. Kendall, however, had other ideas. "Oh, my goodness, yes!" she gushed. Grinning in wonder, I pulled out of Gina. My erection actually slapped my stomach as I did, eliciting giggles from both girls. Gina groaned a little as I let her legs down, but she smiled lecherously when I reached toward Kendall. Without wasting any time, Kendall rolled to her back and beckoned to me. "Be gentle," she whispered. "I think I'm ready, but I don't know if I can take the kind of pounding you gave Gina." I nodded and set my already slick penis at her opening. I rubbed the head against her slippery pussy. When she didn't wince, I pushed forward a little, testing the waters, so to speak. She grimaced, but hid it quickly. "I want you inside me, Paul." I nodded again, concentrating fully on where our bodies joined. Her thin lips nearly disappeared with her legs spread and my glans inside her. Slowly, ever so slowly, I pushed into her. I kept a close eye on her expression as I did. I could tell that she felt a little pain, but the combination of my fingers and hers must have prepared her. I still had to ease in and then ease out, delving deeper with each thrust, but I eventually buried my entire cock in her molten, super-tight pussy. When I did, she smiled up at me. Her smile was tense, but full of anticipation and promise. "Kendall, you're _so_ beautiful," Gina said softly from beside us. She sounded almost reverent. I'd been so wrapped up in Kendall that I'd forgotten Gina was there. "When he's inside you, it's like you glow," Gina said. Kendall smiled graciously. "You should see how beautiful _you_ are," she said with genuine warmth. "Talk about glowing," "Thank you," Gina replied with a self-effacing smile. Then Kendall looked up at me. "Make love to me," she said, her eyes hooded with desire. With that, I started gently thrusting into her. She wasn't appreciably looser, but she certainly seemed to enjoy it more. I was pretty sure that I could actually feel the ridges of her pussy rubbing against my cock. While I was slowly thrusting into her, she ran her hands over my chest and shoulders. A fine sheen of sweat coated my torso, and her hands slid easily over me. After several minutes of slow strokes, she pulled her legs alongside my flanks, her toes pointed in pleasure. As I thrust into her, her breasts swayed gently with the rhythm of our bodies. I bent my head to suck a nipple into my mouth and she gasped. Then I switched to the other one and flicked my tongue against it as well She reached behind me and cupped my ass cheeks, pulling me against her. Judging by her facial expression, she was still in a little bit of discomfort, but it was gradually being replaced by pleasure. "Remember... to... pull... out," she gasped, then her eyes rolled back. Her hands fluttered at my sides. I bent to kiss her and she responded against me eagerly. Finally, I felt my orgasm boiling up. I wanted to come inside her. I tried to convince myself that she wouldn't get pregnant, not from just one time. I wanted to come inside her, to fill her with my seed. Her pussy was so tight, so hot, and she was finally mewling with pleasure. I wanted to fill her with my love, my essence. I could feel the come gathering in a wave, ready to surge up my shaft and spurt into her. I wanted it! "Oh, Paul," she gasped. "I love you." Her words broke the spell. If I loved her, I wouldn't put her in jeopardy by coming inside her. And I _did_ love her. With a wordless sigh, I realized that I was very, _very_ close to coming. Reluctantly, grudgingly, almost grimly, I withdrew from the steamy vise of her pussy. It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. And it wasn't a moment too soon. As soon as I reached for my erection, I felt the first surge of come shooting up the shaft. I wrapped my fist around the base and pumped, spewing white-hot come onto Kendall's soft, heaving belly. Spurt after spurt covered her with lustrous drops of my semen. Several of them landed between her breasts. One of them even deposited a splash across her right nipple. But the majority arced onto her stomach, where they formed a white lake in her navel. I arched my back and closed my eyes, straining to squeeze the last drops from my pulsing shaft. When I opened them again, Kendall was smiling at me. She reached up and touched my face tenderly, lovingly, and her smile widened. I slowly knelt upright, my slick, dripping penis pointing straight out. When I looked at Gina, she was staring at it hungrily. I gestured for her to come closer. She nervously looked to Kendall for permission. Kendall smiled and nodded. Gina scooted toward us and I guided her head to my slowly softening erection. She quickly sucked me clean, moaning as she tasted Kendall's and my combined juices. When she pulled back, she eyed the puddle of sperm that had collected in Kendall's bellybutton. Other drops covered her supple stomach, pearlescent white against her tanned skin. Still more drops formed small beads in her trimmed pubic hair. Kendall watched Gina's expression with fascination. I knew Kendall wasn't enthusiastic about sex with another girl, but something came over her face that made me think twice. Then I watched, mesmerized, as Kendall dipped a sun-browned finger into her navel and spread the pooling semen. Gina watched that same finger like a hawk. I thought I was seeing things when Kendall raised her finger to Gina's lips. Gina looked nervously at the other girl, unsure of her intentions. When Kendall smiled tentatively and silently encouraged Gina to suck the finger clean, Gina opened her mouth and stuck out the tip of her tongue. Kendall moved her finger toward it. Gina's nostrils flared as she inhaled the scent of my semen. As soon as the come-covered digit touched her tongue, she wrapped her lips around it and sucked gently. Gina opened her lips and smiled her thanks at Kendall. To Gina's and my surprise, Kendall scooped up another drop of semen with her finger. She also brought this finger to Gina's lips. Both girls' eyes followed Kendall's fingertip as it approached Gina's mouth. Kendall looked nervous, but determined. Quietly, I moved to the side and simply watched them. Kendall had obviously made some internal decision, and was acting almost on autopilot. Gina's eyes locked on the drops of semen covering Kendall's right nipple. Kendall followed Gina's gaze and then took a deep breath. They shared a silent, very intimate conversation with only their eyes. I could see the longing in Gina's expression, as well as the nervous desire in Kendall's. At an almost unseen nod from Kendall, Gina scooted forward. Her lips fastened around Kendall's nipple and gently vacuumed up my come. Then Gina's pink tongue swirled around the areola and she actually sucked Kendall's nipple into her mouth. Kendall gasped and closed her eyes. She put her hand on the back of Gina's head and rested it there, neither guiding nor impeding the other girl's movements. Gina delicately kissed the nipple before her and then touched her lips against the flattened underside of Kendall's right breast. With one hand, Gina pulled her hair back and piled it atop her head. Kendall moved her hand to hold the lustrous black hair, actively aiding Gina in her quest for my fluid. Using gentle kisses and licks, Gina cleaned the sperm from between Kendall's breasts. Kendall moaned wordlessly, encouraging the darker girl. Gina then moved down the other girl's trim, trembling stomach. I watched raptly as she dipped her tongue into the small lake of sperm in Kendall's navel, tasting my essence and teasing Kendall at the same time. By the time Gina had cleaned all the little drops of come from Kendall's skin, the older girl was quivering with pent-up desire. It was then that I realized Kendall hadn't had an orgasm the entire time we'd been at the quarry. For one reason or another-- pain, nervousness, timing, or whatever--she hadn't come yet. She looked down her body and realized that the remaining drops of my semen bejeweled her pubic thatch. Her eyes locked with Gina's. Kendall took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring. Then she swallowed hard. Without saying a word, she spread her legs slightly. Gina looked a question at her. Kendall nodded slightly and then spread her legs further apart. She smiled nervously as Gina kissed her way toward the older girl's pussy. It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen. Kendall gasped when Gina's lips first touched her soft, curly pubic hair, searching for errant drops of come. Gina assiduously tended to Kendall's bush, licking and cleaning. When Gina went to pull back, all without ever touching Kendall's pussy, the older girl moaned softly, needfully. I could tell that Gina wanted to kiss Kendall's pussy, but she was holding back, probably out of uncertainty. Once again, Gina looked a question at Kendall, who lightly bit her upper lip. "Please," Kendall whispered. Gina's eyes lit up and she kissed Kendall's mons tenderly. Kendall moaned in nervous anticipation. Then Gina moved between the other girl's legs, never taking her mouth away from the source of their pleasure. Kendall was nervous, but she was giving herself to Gina willingly, making herself a wholehearted member of our relationship. As Gina settled between Kendall's long legs, the older girl looked at me and smiled. Dense as I sometimes was, I could tell that she was looking for my approval. I smiled warmly and moved toward her. While Gina lovingly kissed Kendall's pussy, I lovingly kissed her lips. She cried out softly, into my mouth, as Gina began to lick and suck her clit. When I pulled back, she looked up at me with all the love and devotion that I could ever hope to see. "It's a day of firsts," she said quietly. "Oh!" I looked down to see Gina gently inserting two fingers into Kendall's pussy. I nodded to Kendall and brought my lips down again. "I love you," she said quietly when we broke the kiss. "I love you too." We were silent for several minutes as Gina adoringly licked and sucked Kendall's pussy. I watched Kendall's face, simply enjoying the look of bliss that played over her features. Her color deepened as a flush mounted her chest and neck, and then spread over her cheeks. Gina worked her tongue into Kendall's channel, causing the older girl to cry out softly. Kendall's arousal steadily built. She was already worked up from everything that had happened earlier, and when I began sucking her nipples, she hissed and pulled my head against her breast. With a low, throaty moan, she tensed up and gripped me fiercely. I continued sucking and nipping at her erect nipple, pulling it into my mouth and flicking my tongue against it. In a moment, Kendall's pleasure peaked, her climax suddenly crashing over her. Her body grew rigid and I heard Gina cry out in surprise. Kendall was practically shaking as the effects of her orgasm surged through her body. She convulsively bucked against me, but I continued to suck her hard brown nipple. Finally, her orgasm subsided. When she relaxed, she was panting and mumbling "oh my, oh my," over and over again. Gina and I made eye contact and both of us smiled tiredly. Gina slowly crawled up Kendall's body and settled next to the taller girl, her dark skin a contrast to Kendall's golden brown. Their breasts pressed together as I put my arm around Gina too. Kendall started crying, tears of happiness running down her face. "I love you both, _so_ much," she said. "And we love you," Gina answered without hesitation. "Very, _very_ much," I added. ----- We spent the rest of the afternoon simply relaxing. The three of us were cooling off in the pool when we heard Jenny's cries from below. We looked over the edge of the large boulder near the falls. Manfred was between Jenny's legs, licking her pussy. We laughed quietly when both Gina and Kendall reached for my dick at the same time. The girls looked at each other and silently determined whose hand went where. Below us, Manfred mounted Jenny and began thrusting into her. Her legs were splayed to the side in what looked like a full split. I chuckled at the memory of Gina's comment about Jenny being limber. The girls looked at me questioningly. I explained why I was laughing. "Oh," Kendall said. "I can do that." Gina and I looked at her. She actually blushed. "Eight years of ballet have to be good for _something_. I'm still pretty flexible." When she saw the lustful gleam in my eye, she backed away playfully. "Oh, no you don't. Not until I've had a little time to recover." "Sorry," I said quickly, smirking. "I was just teasing you." She nodded and rejoined us. "There!" Gina said excitedly and then pointed. Down on the flattop rock, Manfred had just pulled out and was obviously coming on Jenny's stomach. "What a _waste_," Gina practically spat. "Inexcusable," Kendall said wryly, grinning at me as she did. Once again, Gina missed the teasing sarcasm. "Exactly," she said. "Here's how you're supposed to do it." Then she sank to her knees in the cool water and reached for my semi-erect dick. Kendall merely looked at me. She shrugged, grinned, and said, "When in Rome..." Then _she_ sank to her knees as well. If you've never had the experience of two beautiful girls giving you a blowjob, I can highly recommend it. When I came, Gina greedily swallowed my come. She apologized to Kendall afterward, and that set us to laughing again. Afterward, we stretched out on the blanket, a girl on either side of me. Once again, if you've never had the experience of two beautiful girls lying next to you, I can highly recommend _that_ as well. ----- Shortly before four, we'd shouted down to Manfred and Jenny. Then we walked down and packed all our belongings, including our trash. (Manfred was always very conscientious about us leaving our surroundings as we'd found them.) A few minutes into our return hike, I faked a leg cramp. While everyone hovered over me, I got to my feet with feigned unsteadiness. "Are you okay?" Manfred asked. I nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's easing off." "You need to eat more bananas," Kendall said. "Yeah," I replied, with what I hoped was understated irony. "I'll try that. Hey, Manfred, I can keep up. Just set a little slower pace. Okay? I'll be fine." "Sure thing, dude." Manfred and Jenny turned back down the trail while Gina, Kendall, and I shared a few expressive glances. Gina looked at me curiously, her eyes flicking to my calf. I shrugged and looked meaningfully at Kendall. Gina's eyes misted over and she hugged me tight. "You're such a great guy," she said. "I don't get it," Kendall said, obviously confused. "C'mon, let's get going," Gina said to her. "I'll explain it to you while we walk." We fell back into line. Although she didn't show it, I was sure that Kendall appreciated the slower pace. When Gina explained why I'd had my "leg cramp," Kendall stood stock still and then turned to me. I quickly caught up with her and she wrapped her arms around my neck, planting kisses all over my face. Before Manfred or Jenny could look back and see what was holding us up, Kendall let go and beamed at me. "You _are_ a great guy," she said quietly, but with intensity. I shrugged. "I try." "You succeed," she said. "No," Gina said from a few feet away. "_I_ suck seed." We all laughed and then turned down the trail. The rest of the hike back to camp was mostly uneventful. Whenever Manfred or Jenny would look back, I affected a slight limp, but most of the time, I walked normally. Kendall tired out quickly, and looked at me gratefully when I asked for a short break. We took a couple more breaks, and each time, I massaged my calf as if it were aching. Finally, we broke through the trees at the feeder lake and headed around toward the swimming lake. We would be late for dinner, but I don't think any of us really minded. Manfred and Jenny went off to do their own thing after dinner, so Gina, Kendall, and I showered in the clubhouse and then indolently lounged on the couches. Several new families had arrived while we were gone. They all had younger kids, between two and ten, so we didn't pay much attention to them. Kara joined us after a while, smiling smugly, and the four of us ended up playing Scrabble. I lost miserably, but I couldn't think of anything I'd rather do than spend time with Gina, Kendall, or better yet, both. ----- Copyright (c) 2003 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+