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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
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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.

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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.

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